#but as soon as i bun or braid it that volume is out the window XD

[anadorablekiwi]

The pains of really thin and fine hair

This is what it looks like when i try to side braid it

AFTER pancaking it so it looks bigger 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤣

Front view pic under cut (including my face, no makeup and default expression lol)

[missrockii]

► "you shouldn't be here"

blk fem reader x onyankopon

s. your ex unexpectedly shows up at your doorstep one night, and you fall into his trap knowing you’d regret it the next morning

cw. oral, reluctance

an. just a lil small something for my first post && my first time writing smut

the low hum of solange's voice from your alexa sounded through your apartment walls. the space was dimly lit by the city lights shining through the high-rise apartment windows and the few eucalyptus-scented candles that were lit.

you slid the brownies off the metal spatula and onto the round cake dish, careful to not let them fall. when you successfully got almost all of them onto the dish, you picked up the remaining one from the baking pan and took a bite of the delicious treat.

'ooh, i did my lil' one thing,' you thought to yourself, nodding at the taste of the betty crocker brownies.

you placed the baking pan into the sink, squeezing some dish soap and letting the water run inside to loosen the remaining chocolate. 'i'll get to that later.'

you adjusted the oversized white t-shirt on your shoulders that just barely covered the grey underwear underneath. your favorite part about living alone had to be the freedom of wearing whatever and not worrying about someone else seeing.

a ping came through your phone, letting you know you'd gotten a message. picking up the phone, you saw the notification:

wish you came out with us. there some fine ass mfs out hereee

you laughed at your best friends text and sent a reply back. you felt bad for lying and saying you weren't feeling well, but you didn't feel like going out—you wanted to stay in this friday night, listen to music, drink wine, and people-watch from your window. as boring as that sounded, it was what you enjoyed.

"alexa, volume up," you commanded as the tune of 'soon as i get home' by faith evans played. you swayed your hips to the song as you grabbed your glass of wine from earlier, and your bare feet padded across the floor to the spacious white couch.

"so baby... soon as i get home," you sang along, opening your phone preparing to view your friends' instagram stories from their night out.

however, you were interrupted by three knocks on your door. your brows pinched together and your eyes drifted to the top of your phone that read the time:

10:27

"who the fuck…" you trailed off, reaching over to place your glass on the coffee table. you fixed the messy bun that your braids were in as you made your way over to the front door and stood on your toes to look through the peephole. the unexpected sight of the familiar figure made your heart drop to your ass.

you backed away from the door and tried to compose yourself. a mix of emotions flooded through your mind—anger, hurt, giddiness.

faith's voice continued to sing in the back and before you could stop yourself, you reached to unlock the door. you opened it calmly, refusing to let him see your conflicted emotions.

your ex stood in front of you with a growing smirk, reaching to put his hands into his pockets. you took in his appearance as your mind raced. he wore a black durag on his head that matched with his black sweats and black t-shirt. his familiar arm and neck tattoos peeked through his clothes. you could slightly see his underwear band underneath the sweats, making you imagine more than you should've been. you internally slapped yourself for letting your mind wander and snapped your eyes up to his face. the smirk on his face remained as his low eyes wandered down your partially naked figure.

you finally spoke up to break the silence, “what do you want?”

“you look good, ma.” onyankopon’s voice was smooth and sent shivers down your spine. the smile on his face let you get a look at his gold canines.

you wanted to say he did too, but you knew better than that.

“stop, ony. what do you want?” you repeated, shifting your weight to one foot with a tilt of your head.

“you,” he mumbled so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. he licked his lips and looked into your eyes, making you avert your gaze.

before you could protest, he removed both of his hands from his pockets and raised one to your stomach, softly nudging you further into the apartment as he used the other to close the door behind him.

“ony, stop, you shouldn’t be here.” you knew that him staying the night would just add more confusion to an already confusing situation. you guys were together for multiple years, but 6 months ago you two came to a mutual agreement that you guys shouldn’t stay together because of the constant arguing. only two months into the breakup, however, you woke up in his california king bed after you called and said you needed him. you guys couldn’t stay away from each other, to say the least.

he slid both hands onto either side of your waist and pulled you closer, “i miss you, ma.” he lowered his head into your neck to leave soft kisses. despite what your mind was telling you, you tilted your head to give him more access.

he sucked on your sweet spot making you moan softly in his ear. the sound got him excited—he knew he got you exactly where he wanted you.

he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. his hands felt like fire on the back of your thighs. you continued to kiss him and ignored the side of you that said you’d regret it in the morning.

ony walked the both of you to your bedroom and laid you down on the edge of your bed, only breaking the kiss to remove your oversized t-shirt and continuing down your breasts.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making his way down your stomach. when he got to your pussy, he teased you by kissing your inner thigh and rubbing you lightly.

“onya—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss to your clothed clit, making you inhale sharply through your nose. before he removed your underwear, he reached behind his head and pulled the neckline of his shirt over his head. you stared at his tattooed abs and fawned internally as if you’d never seen them before.

after pulling off your underwear, he finally got a look at your glistening pussy. it was clean shaven as if you knew this moment was coming.

“yo’ pussy so pretty, y/n.” you felt the heat rising to your face as you watched him drop to his knees and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.

he held the back of your thighs to keep your legs up and as soon as he latched on, a soft moan escaped your lips. he knew exactly what to do to make you cum quick.

“fuck,” you panted. he stuck one finger inside as he simultaneously sucked on your clit. the music that played from the living room was drowned out by the sounds of your arousal.

“oh my god~” you dragged, reaching for the pillow behind you to cover your face as you already felt the tension forming in your stomach. your moans got louder and louder despite your attempts to muffle them under the pillow.

ony spoke against your clit, “nah let me hear you.” his deep voice sent vibrations through you, causing you to let out more sounds of pure euphoria. you hesitantly removed the pillow and instead resorted to grabbing at the sheets.

“s-shittt,” you groaned, sitting up on your elbows. you looked down at him through your glossy eyes and were surprised to see he was already looking at you. the eye contact with ony brought you closer to your climax. “i’m gonna—”

“cum for me mama.”

on que, you fell back onto the sheets with a whine as you released. your legs tried to close around his head, but he held them open. it truly felt like like you were seeing stars as he continued to suck on your clit. the feeling of overstimulation had your eyes welded shut and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, nearly drawing blood.

“okayy onya,” you whined and pushed his head away in attempts to get him to stop. thankfully, he stood up, giving you a break. you panted and wiped the tears that formed in your eyes.

you made a move to sit up when you saw him throw his phone onto the bed thinking you were done. he stopped your movements and immediately pushed you back down with a chuckle, “i’m not done ma, gimme one more.”

[artificialqueens]

The Goode Case, 13/14 (Jaida/Jan) - Juno

Chapter summary: With the Goode Case finally closing, all that is left is for Jaida to do is survive the interview into what happened, and find out if Jan ever wants to see her again.

(A/N: So we’re nearly at the end now! Thank you all so much for all your support. Here is part thirteen. I hope you enjoy!)

Wednesday 1stNovember

5.54PM

They’d spent most of the day in separate interviews, needing to keep away from each other as was custom, to confirm their stories were all straight. Jaida had had to keep away from Brita and Jackie while they went between interviews, around the building; even taking separate lunches – Jaida going at twelve. Jaida had missed her teammates more than she could put into words. It had surprised her, really, how much closer she’d grown to Jackie and Brita in the last four days, but spending the day without them felt like losing a leg.  

The only person she’d spotted in passing was Crystal, as she’d walked past the window of the café she’d gone to for lunch. Crystal hadn’t seen Jaida, but Jaida knew she was only in the area for the interview; and thinking about it, Crystal probably had the most information to give out of the eight of them who were there yesterday.

Between the eight of them that had been there – three detectives, four members of public, and of course the victim’s statement from hospital – it sounded like the volume of stories would corroborate with each other. No matter how far fetched the story itself sounded.

At four thirty, interview process was done.

Jaida had entered their usual meeting room, finding Brita and Jackie had arrived before her, and were sat side by side, their arms linked, Jackie resting her head on Brita’s right shoulder; but neither of them looked at each other, or Jaida as she came in, both of them staring glassy-eyed at the opposite wall.

Jaida had simply understood. She’d crossed the room, and sat in the empty chair on Brita’s left, linking her arm through Brita’s. Brita squeezed Jaida’s arm to her side, and the three of them stayed still, silent for a long time, content to just be in each others’ company.

It was Brita who had come out the worst out of the three of them. She looked utterly exhausted, bags forming under her eyes, her skin still pallid, her hair covered by the hood of her favourite grey hoodie. She was far less exuberant than usual, her brown eyes dull, and when she spoke, her voice croaked as though she were recovering from a cold.

“Pizza?”

“Mantione’s?” Jaida had said hopefully.

“Yeah,” Jackie had replied.

Jackie had still parted her fringe to the left, although the bruise on her forehead from Sunday was starting to turn yellow and fade away. She looked pale, and was wearing an extra hoodie, shivering with cold as they stepped outside into the November evening.

The cold air seeming to rejuvenate them all, Jaida found herself overcome with emotion all of a sudden, and pulled Brita and Jackie into a hug; they both paused, dazed, before reciprocating, and the three of them stood in a hug for what seemed like hours.

“Huh,” Brita said eventually, when they broke apart. “What a day.”

At Mantione’s, Jan was on shift, but mentioned she was due to stop at six when Brita asked. She seemed nonplussed at their appearance in the diner, and didn’t seem to want to stay with them for very long, although the diner was quiet.

Instead she went to sit with Crystal and Aiden, who had appeared in the diner about ten minutes after they did, and was still there, deep in conversation with Crystal, nodding earnestly every now and then.

Jaida felt a pang, thinking that Jan might not even want to know her any more. And could she blame her?

It was Jan’s brother Paul who actually brought them their pizzas, giving Brita a rub on her arm as he put them down, concern written all over his face. How much did he know? What had Jan told him? But they didn’t have time to think much on it, as the smell of pizza seemed to bring them back to life. Jaida hadn’t felt able to eat much at lunch, and her stomach growled.

Two or three slices later, the three of them begun to speak a little more freely again.

“Did the hospital report back on Gigi?” Jackie asked.

Brita nodded. “The good news is she was totally fine, apart from being a bit dehydrated. They’re pumping her with fluids and stuff, and she’s getting released tomorrow, all being well.”

“That’s great news,” Jaida said, looking over at Crystal. “I bet she’ll be happy to get her girlfriend back.”

“Since there is no one to press charges against – no one alive, anyway – the Goode Case is officially closing. Thank God,” Brita added with a groan.

“So …” Jaida asked, putting a hand on Brita’s forearm, “what do you remember?”

Brita laughed bitterly. “Like, almost nothing. When I went to the house on Monday, on my own, I told myself I’d left my torch. But as soon as I stepped inside, I knew I’d made a mistake. Michelle just kind of …” Brita clamped both her hands on either side of her head and squeezed, unable to explain in any other way. “I felt like I was in a … a really deep sleep, most of the rest of Monday and all Tuesday. I remember a few bits, but they feel like dreams.”

“I bet the interviewer loved that,” Jackie muttered.

“I was fine after Michelle left me, it’s all crystal clear memories after that. But … I’m really nervous to do anything else like this now. Seriously. All this projection stuff has made me freaked out.”

“I meant to give you this on Monday, speaking of that,” Jaida reached into her bag and took out the book that Dahlia had given her.

Brita turned it over. “Astral Projection For Beginners: A Complete Guide.” Brita laughed nervously. “Thanks. You still owe me a Christmas present though.”

There was a loud gasp from one of the booths on the other side of the diner. Brita turned to crane her neck, before turning back to Jaida and Jackie with a sigh.

“Seriously, though, why are they both avoiding us tonight?” Brita asked.

Jackie and Jaida turned around to the booth twenty feet away on the other side of the diner. Jan was still sitting with Crystal and Aiden, nodding emphatically, listening to whatever it was they were saying.

“Have you spoken to either of them?” Jackie asked.

Brita nodded. “I messaged Aiden. She said that Crystal was talking to Jan last night, which was great as I was too. I think she’s gonna be fine. It was just a shitty experience for her. I really owe her big time for what Michelle did to her. Dragging her to a plane with a fire in it! That’s Jan’s biggest fear.”

“It is?” Jaida put a hand to her mouth.

“Yeah. Jan says she just remembers fainting, and then coming round with Dahlia putting those smelly things under her nose. Not a great Tuesday evening.”

Jaida watched as Jan stood up, still out of earshot, and walked out from the booth with Crystal and Aiden, making her way back behind the bar and disappearing into the back area.

“She’s as into you as you’re into her.” Brita grinned.

“What you talking about?” Jaida tried to feign nonchalance.

“Sis, Jan swore to me that she wouldn’t do any dating until she’d landed a part, and she said you’re taking her out this Friday.”

“Wait, what? Why would she break that for me?”

Brita gave her a cynical smile. “Come on Jaida, have you seen yourself in a mirror?”

“Girl I know, I’m hot, I make all the ladies go wild,” Jaida joked, pushing her braids back over her shoulders, “but that don’t mean all the ladies want to actually date me.”

“Well, Jan’s sole focus is her career,” Brita said. “All the wants is to perform. When we were kids, that was all she wanted to do all the time. She’d put on musical numbers to all her Barbies. And me. I was an honorary Barbie.”

“Honorary Barbie!” Jackie shrieked with laughter.

“Shut up, Jackie! But – the point is that Jan doesn’t break her focus for anything. Including girls, normally. This is a big deal for her.”

Jaida tilted her head cynically. “Is it the uniform as well?”

Brita paused. “Maybe a little bit.”

“I knew it! It always is!”

Jan emerged, her hair freed from the bun she wore it in for shift, and her apron and shirt discarded, replaced by a purple hoodie. She pottered around behind the bar, grabbing herself a bottle of coke.

“So – what’s the next step?” Brita asked.

Jaida finished her bite and stood up. “Probably this.” She strode to the bar, as Jackie and Brita looked confusedly after her.

Jan tensed a little when she saw Jaida approaching the bar.

“Oh, Jaida,” she said, a small forced smile gracing her face, but her eyes were wary.

“Hey, Jan,” Jaida replied. “Can I get a Pinot, and whatever the beautiful lady behind the bar wants?”

“Sure.” Jan stopped at the fridge and looked up. “Wait. Are you buying me a drink?”

“Yeah,” Jaida shifted from one foot to the other. “Your shift ends now, right?”

Jan poured herself a Pinot as well, and within a few minutes they were in a booth of their own. The diner was still quiet, a few people starting to bustle in, but they were mostly hidden, although Jan’s eyes kept darting amusedly around the diner.

“I think we’re being watched,” Jan murmured, a glint in her eye.

“I know, Brita looks far too happy with herself right now.” Jaida looked over at Brita and Jackie, Brita giving them a thumbs up while Jackie put her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“Well, not just Brita,” Jan said, pointing to Crystal and Aiden, on the other side of the diner, who both turned from staring at them to looking down at their food in feigned innocence.

“Have you spoken to Brita since – since yesterday afternoon at all?” Jaida said quietly.

Jan sighed. “Yeah, we had a long call late last night, so I know she was, like, possessed or something when she brought me to the house. It sounded really strange at first, but then Crystal was calling me with the same news, so I said I’d meet them today. Crystal told me about what happened.”

“And you’re fine with her explanation? You believe us?”

“I think …” Jan paused. “I think I’ll just need a bit of time to process it. I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it weird, but I’ve known Brita since we were kids,” Jan shrugged. “She wouldn’t lie about something like that. I know that whoever it was who brought me to that place wasn’t Brita. Brita would never – well, she knows how scared I am of fire.”

“It wasn’t Brita,” Jaida shook her head fervently. “She’d never hurt you. She’s really beating herself up about the whole thing.”

Jan looked suddenly curious. “Do you guys always do paranormal stuff together? Like, Scooby Doo and Mystery Inc or something?”

Jaida choked on her wine. “How much did Crystal tell you exactly?”

“Well, I know Crystal sees ghosts and stuff – she tells practically anyone, you know – and she said you did the same thing! And that you – you had to leave your body and go between astral planes or something to get me!”

“Something like that,” Jaida shifted in her chair. “Yeah, I guess. But we all helped. Crystal probably helped most of all. Are Crystal and Aiden both alright after yesterday?” Jaida asked tentatively.

“Crystal’s over the freaking moon to have Gigi back, she’s so happy you wouldn’t believe. But … Jesus, she’s so sweet – she literally rang me from hospital last night to check up on me. Said she was pretty much the only person in the building not to have something spooky happen to them, so she felt it was her duty or something.”

Jan shook her head, smiling into her glass. “She does too much. Like – she always says if she was in an action movie, she’d be the one with the sword running screaming into the middle of a battlefield.”

“She needs some time for herself too,” Jaida replied.

“Aiden said Crystal kind of broke down at lunch, after their interviews. Because – because Crystal was trying to explain it all to Aiden; she remembers nothing! I think she had to take her home for a bit before they came out here.” Jan glanced at Crystal, who was deep in conversation and not looking at them any more. “She does too much.”

“Oh,” Jaida lowered her voice. “Don’t look now, but an interesting development is happening.”

Jackie was pulling Brita by the sleeve of her hoodie, along to the other side of the diner, and Jaida watched them say something to the students before climbing into the opposite seat to them.

“Oh, Jesus, finally.” Jan looked relieved. “Honestly, they’ve both been driving me nuts.” She motioned to her phone. “I’ve had to give Aiden one lot of advice and Brita another.”

“Wait, they’ve both been sending you messages about each other? Instead of just – sending them to each other?” Jaida held back a laugh.

“They’re useless. Both of them.” Jan shook her head, exasperated. “Brita’s thinking too much. She wants the freaking planets to align or something, and all the details to be completely perfect. I’ve already told her that I haven’t seen Aiden this cheerful since we all dressed goth and went to see Marilyn Manson for her birthday. Aiden won’t care about the minor details. But Aiden just won’t say out loud what she’s feeling, and I think that’s what Brita needs to hear from her.”

“They’re both worrying about nothing,” Jaida agreed.

“So – maybe this is a good sign. If they can both pull their heads out their asses.”

Jaida snorted with laughter. “Why are we talking about Brita and Aiden, anyway? They’ll work things out. I just –“ Jaida held her eyes, “I just want to sit with you for a while.”

But Jan’s grin started to fade from her face, and she averted her gaze.

“What?” Jaida asked.

“I’m …” Jan laughed, but all Jaida heard was nerves. “I’m nobody, really – I’m just working here in my parents’ restaurant, saving money, auditioning every spare minute, not really getting anywhere, but you – you’re the real deal! You got a job, and an apartment, and an exciting life! And ghosts and stuff!” Jan looked awed. “It’s fascinating. I never saw a ghost. My brother Charlie says he did once, but we just tease him about it.”

“Believe me, fascinating is putting it nicely,” Jaida murmured, suddenly worried at where this conversation was going.

“You’re –“ but Jan didn’t finish her sentence, looking back up at Jaida and laughing humourlessly, shaking her head. “Sorry. I’m being stupid.”

“You’re not!”

“To think that someone like you …” Jan paused, waving her hand to try to articulate, but giving up and sighing. “Never mind.”

“Jan,” Jaida took a breath. “I – and I’m being honest! – I really, really think you’re great, and …” Jaida’s tongue was tying, but she swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the dry feeling in her throat. “And if you’re happy, I really don’t want this to change anything for us. I’d still like us to go out, on Friday. But if you’re uncomfortable …” Jaida exhaled, trying to keep her nerves in check, “if you’re uncomfortable, because of everything that happened yesterday, I totally understand.”

Jaida took a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable let down.

Instead, Jan leant across the table in the booth and kissed her gently on the lips.

It took a second for Jaida to realise before she returned the pressure; Jan’s touch was so gentle that Jaida held her breath, hardly daring to believe this was happening. She lifted a hand to Jan’s jaw, threading her fingers into her hair …

Jan pulled away sharply when a whoop came from the other booth, and Jaida leaned over to see Crystal waving her fists in the air, a huge grin on her face, while Aiden hid her face in her hands in embarrassment at her friend.

“Oh, yeah,” Jan shrugged apologetically. “I think they’re excited about this as well.”

Thursday 2ndNovember

6.21PM

“Salut Nicky. Hi Heidi.” Jackie unlocked the door without looking up, and was so distracted as she entered the apartment with hanging up her coat and kicking off her shoes that she didn’t even realise Jaida was there too.

JACQUELINE!

“What?” Jackie cried, almost dropping her bag. Her eyes darted to the couch, where Jaida was sat.

“What are you doing here?” She frowned. “Not that I’m not happy to see you!”

“Getting fashion advice for my date with Jan tomorrow. I asked Heidi and she said that Nicky was the expert, so here I am!” Jaida motioned to the rest of the couch, which was empty. Jackie looked all around the room.

“Where are they then?”

“They went to Nicky’s room about …” Jaida checked her watch. “About twenty minutes ago, said they were just going in to get some clothes. I thought I’d leave them to it for a while.” She grinned knowingly at Jackie, who grinned knowingly back.

“If you’d told me you were coming over, I’d have put some food on for us all.”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you!” Jaida cocked her head. “You should read my mind!”

“Don’t,” Jackie sighed. “I’m trying not to at the moment. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Do you know what it’s like, sitting in the office next to Brita, when she’s just trying to read messages from Aiden and then decipher in her head what they all mean? If I hear her thinking ‘but what does this mean, what does that mean’ much more I’m going to throw my laptop at her.”

“She’s gonna be mad when she finds out you’ve been hearing her thoughts!” Jaida teased.

“I think the idea has grown on her since last week,” Jackie shrugged. “Just … in moderation.”

Heidi’s raucous laughter came from Nicky’s room, followed by Nicky’s far more polite giggle, and then silence.

“I know when Nicky is at home now! I like Heidi a lot, she’s great – but then she got hold of my big French dictionary and started looking up rude words.” Jackie laughed. “Now all I need to do is listen out for Putain, Merde or anything else that comes out of her mouth.”

Jaida snorted with laughter. “Sounds like Heidi.”

“I’ve moved my Farsi dictionary to my room. I’m not taking any chances!”

Nicky’s door opened and Nicky and Heidi spilled out, carrying a small pile of clothes each, both looking a little flustered, Nicky’s blonde bob dishevelled.

“Here they are,” Jackie announced, cocking an eyebrow at them both.

“Your closet goes to Narnia, does it?” Jaida grinned.

“No, we were just Heidi, in the closet!” Heidi screeched with laugher, while Nicky, a little more restrained, giggled next to her. “Get it? ‘Cause I’m Heidi and I was just in a closet?”

“Comedy gold, sis.” Jaida was laughing along with them. “Have you got anything I can try out?”

“We found a few things you might like,” Nicky winked at her, laying her pile on the back of one of the chairs of the dining table. “But this one was our favourite!”

She held it up in front of Jaida, whose eyes widened. Between them, Heidi and Nicky had settled on a sparkly gold mini dress with capped sleeves, and a longer train at the back that almost reached the floor.

“Alright, let’s give it a try.”

Once Jaida changed into it, emerging from the bathroom in an exaggerated catwalk strut, Nicky clapped her hands gleefully while Heidi gave her a whistle.

Jackie, however, was frowning at it.

“I don’t know – I mean, you look stunning, Jai, but it doesn’t really scream first date, does it?” Jackie said, scratching the back of her neck. “It says a nice formal occasion. But you’re only going for coffee. I think it needs to tone down a bit.”

“Check with Brita, she knows Jan better than we do,” Heidi suggested, grabbing Jaida’s phone to take a picture.

Jaida:Brittany!!

Jaida:How about this for tomorrow evening? X

Brita:Girl you’re like SMOKING hot! Maybe not for coffee though xx

Jaida: What do you think Jan will wear?

Brita: Jan’s really chill. Denim jacket, skirt and sneakers

Brita:Maybe one of her Patriots shirts if she gets stuck x

Brita:She just sent me her outfit: denim mini and hi tops xx

“Yeah, I need something more casual,” Jaida said, reaching for the zip on the dress.

Friday 3rdNovember

6.12PM

It had been too confusing with all the conflicting opinions. Jaida had settled with black jeans and a deep red blouse, and threw a warm jacket over it. It was a little too cold to go without one. She’d managed to get away early, but then her bus was late, congestion and New York traffic making her twitch nervously and watch out the window.

By the time she got off the bus, it was ten past six. She hurried along the street, hoping she wasn’t too late. Hoping Jan was still there, or maybe Jan was late too.

But Jan was already there, looking in the opposite direction, hugging her lilac jacket around her, her blonde hair shifting effortlessly in the wind. 

No time like the present.

Jaida crossed the road and approached Jan from behind. She saw Jan catch sight of her reflection in the window, before mimicking nonchalance and letting Jaida approach.

“Boo!”

“Aah!” Jan turned in a half-hearted display of horror, before breaking into a warm smile. Her light brown eyes crinkled at the corners as she looked at Jaida up and down, drinking in her figure.

“You look incredible!” Jan grinned.

“So do you,” Jaida smiled back at her.

“You’re so lying. I’m in a Pats shirt!” Her laugh filled the air around them.

“You still look incredible.” Jaida tried to inject all the sincerity she felt into her voice. Jan was inadvertently making it very difficult to focus on anything else but her. The radiant smile, the perpetual changing movements in her face.

Jan directed Jaida into a corner in the coffee shop, on a couch that just became free as they walked in, and went to order for them. Jaida noticed how concealed they were, a small wall between the couch and the rest of the world, their own cocoon, almost entirely sheltered from people around her.

The sound of light jazz in the background and the people a few metres from them, intent on their own conversations, let Jan and Jaida submerge themselves into their own world. Jaida was starting to unwind, and Jan seemed to as well, leaning into the couch with her and resting her elbow on the back of it.

“I can only drink one now,” Jaida said, “and that’s it. Or I can’t sleep.”

Jan shrugged. “I don’t even like coffee!”

“What! What are you drinking then?”

“Hot chocolate!”

They both laughed at that. Jaida chanced a movement of her foot towards Jan’s sneakers under the table, determined to remain in control of the situation, while Jan responded by catching Jaida’s ankle between her own calves. Damnit.

“You’re a Sagittarius?”

“A sexy Sagittarius,” Jaida said with a wink. “You need to get it right.”

“I don’t think I’ve dated a sexy Sagittarius before.” Jan’s voice was becoming husky, Jaida was unsure if Jan realised it; but it was making Jaida’s skin tingle.

“What are you then?”

“Uh, a Gemini, but don’t hold that against me, we get such a bad rap.”

“What are Geminis like then?”

“Well,” Jan thought, “we’re very, uhm, there are many qualities, uhm -”

“You don’t know a damn thing about it!” Jaida cackled.

“I do! We’re quite diverse, we can seem like two different people, but we’re really, like, bubbly and energetic, sociable!” Jan nodded. “But there’s like, two different characters sometimes.”

“Like how?”

“Like, sometimes we like to be sociable with lots of people and lots of friends, and sometimes … sometimes we like a quiet time, with a hot chocolate, with maybe one gorgeous woman for company instead of a big crowd.”

“That’s Geminis, is it?” Jaida heard her voice starting to purr.

“It’s definitely some Geminis,” Jan chuckled.

“Do some Geminis also enjoy light jazz, detectives, and the occasional ghost?”

“Apparently so,” Jan murmured, that husky quality returning to her voice. “What about Sagittarians, then? Do they like pizza, getting drinks spilled on them, and the Patriots?”

Jaida tilted her head, placing a finger to her chin, pretending to ponder the question.

“Meh,” she said nonchalantly.

“Hey! Don’t call me ‘Meh’, Jaida!” Jan playfully batted at Jaida’s arm.

Neither of them could help laughing, Jan batting at Jaida again, when Jaida caught her hand this time and pulled Jan in a little closer, staying in place until they forgot to continue laughing, their faces edging nearer.

“Anything else Sagittarians like?” Jaida heard Jan breathe.

Jaida was close enough to see a scattering of freckles on Jan’s nose. Flecks of amber in her eyes.

She was getting close enough to losing herself now, and she realised that it was exactly what she wanted to do.

“I’m sure I can think of a few things,” Jaida purred, words getting harder to form, fighting to keep control. Jan was inches from her, eyelids fluttering a little, and Jaida raised a hand to stroke Jan’s jawline.

It was Jan who finally gave in, reaching forward to close the gap between their lips, her eyes falling closed. Jaida kissed her back, so slowly that it seemed to last half a lifetime, weaving her hand into Jan’s hair to make sure she was real, while her skin tingled and her mind relinquished all coherent thought, content to just lose herself in every sensation that was Jan.

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Woman Of The Hour || Park Chanyeol

Prompt:  alright let’s go, so basically can i get a chanyeol x poc reader and the reader is very subby and shy and so she listens to everything chanyeol says so one day she’s being bratty in front of one of the members so chanyeol fucks her in front of them?

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Word Count: 6.128k

Warning: voyeurism 

"Hi beautiful," Chanyeol whispers softly, fingers softly grazing the apple of your cheek. "I missed you," Chanyeol's voice remains at a lowered volume, his hands move to your lace-cladded legs. "Daddy's been bored," His eyes are glistening as he watches the way you stare at him in awe. "Did you miss daddy?" Your brows furrow and you seem almost offended at his question.

"Of course!" It takes all you have in you to not jump into his lap and hold onto him forever. "I missed you so much!" Your voice came out in a high-pitched whine, hands balling into fists and pounding against the mattress. Your sudden outburst shocks Chanyeol and he jumps a little, watching you with wide eyes. "I'm sorry, daddy." You bow your head, on the verge of crying from scaring your daddy.

It was very contradicting, the position you were in, the way you were dressed. There you sat in the center of the bed, hands now in your lap, you looked so vulnerable even though you were dressed so scantily. Chanyeol loved when your hair was in braids and so you had them done a few days before he was due back and now they were in a big bun on top of your hair, just to make sure they were all out of your face. Your face was glowing, glistening but you hadn't used any makeup, you were glowing from being so close to Chanyeol again and the air was thick in the room, so you really had sweat to thank for your dewy look. Your outfit, though simple, was driving Chanyeol completely wild. You wore a blushed pink bralette that had a cross-section that came under the swell of your breast and wrapped around your figure. You had naturally ordered the bralette in a size smaller than your correct size so your tits popped out. This look was finished with a blushed pink stringed thong, it really only covered your core and the strings wrapped around and down the crack of your ass, they were only for design. The lace that had been mentioned earlier were knee-highs and you had only worn them because you knew Chanyeol loved seeing lace on you. You looked like a goddess, the way the blushed pink drew a contrast between your beautiful dark tone and the lingerie was enough, not to mention the way you were glowing. In other words, you were breathtaking.

"Don't worry honey," Chanyeol takes your hands in his and brings them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles on each hand. His voice remained steady and calm, he wanted you to know he was mad, as it was very easy to set you off once you were completely engulfed in your sub!space. "Daddy's not mad, he knows you missed him," He takes your arms and wraps them around his shoulders, pulling your figure onto his lap. "Like I said daddy's missed you too much, so damn much," He whispers into the crook of your neck, hands moving to grip the back of your thighs.

"Can you show me how much you've missed me, daddy?" Your voice is barely above a whisper and Chanyeol has to strain to hear you, even if your lips are next to his ear. "Please," You whine, rolling your hips down into his lap. Chanyeol isn't used to you taking the reigns like this and being so demanding so that comes as a shock to him. "Or can I show you how much I've missed you?" You pull away from him and press your forehead against his, noses brushing against each other. Chanyeol almost caved as soon as you whispered those sweet words to him, it took all he had in him not to give in and take you right then and there but he had made a simple mistake, something he never thought he'd live to regret. He had invited the others back to the dorm for the night, because although they had just been together for the past six months, he was adamant on having them taste the meal you had prepared for him before he left and then just chilling, drinking and spending the night in a chill atmosphere. "Oh no daddy, what have you done?" Your giggle is light and airy, so adorable despite what you were just asking and Chanyeol smiles, you knew him so well.

"I kind of..." He doesn't have to finish his sentence as you can hear the others filing into your apartment, thanks to the key you had given them at the start of the year. "Yeah." He smiles softly, pulling away from your intense glare. "I'm sorry baby but daddy promises he'll make it up to you as soon as they leave or fall asleep." Chanyeol smiles a smile so wide, it reaches his eyes and grows contagious. You smile and without second thought, slip off his lap. "Are you okay baby?" You don't respond and waltz to the closet, leading with your toes. You moved with grace and the biggest smile on your face.

"How could I not be? I love the others," You open the closet and grab one of Chanyeol's hoodies he had left behind for his scent and comfort while he was away. "I've got all the ingredients to make the meal too, just went shopping yesterday." You grab a pair of shorts and pull them on, Chanyeol should've known something was up with the way you walked toward the door without looking at him but he was just excited you had taken his news so well, not like he actually expected anything thing different. You were a perfect sub, once you had slipped into sub!space it was very unlikely you'd bad mouth him, or act out and as a naturally kind, and caring dom both in the bed and out, that was what he needed. "Hi guys, I missed you all so much!"

"Y/N this is absolutely delicious!" Baekhyun hummed in content, digging his fork into his plate again. You smiled at him, head leaning against Chanyeol's shoulder. You had already finished eating and resisted getting seconds so the others could eat until they were full and sleepy, just like you needed them.

"Yeah, where'd you learn to cook like this?" Suho had taken the last bite of food on his plate, his second plate at that and all you could do was giggle. They had spent every passing second since you put the plates down in front of them alternating between stuffing their faces in silence for a solid ten minutes and complimenting you on your wonder and godly work for a solid five minutes.

"My mother taught me. It's just a family recipe that she had adapted from her mother, nothing too special." You looked up at Chanyeol and no one missed the way your eyes sparkled when you watched him eat to his heart's content. "Chanyeol absolutely loves it though," You shake your head and wipe the corner of his mouth, "He hasn't even taken a minute to breathe," You tease him and move away from his shoulder to give him room to enjoy his food. "Hopefully one day I'll get to pass it down to our child," You poke Chanyeol's cheek, kinking a brow at the others as they all choke. "Oh no! No worries! I'm not pregnant!" You quickly wave your arms to dismiss any questions or concerns. You collect the empty plates on the table and head toward the kitchen, letting the others finish their food and migrate toward the living room, where you had set out a box of movies you've had since your childhood.

"Really? You had to pick a scary movie?" You huff, throwing a pillow at Sehun's head, making the others laugh as he failed to dodge it. "You suck!" You stick your tongue out at him and wrap your arms around Chanyeol's torso. You weren't a big fan of scary movies and everyone knew that. You all blamed it on your overactive imagination and when you found yourself home alone you regretted nothing more than watching a scary movie. "You'll hold me, right?" You look up at Chanyeol, batting your lashes. Chanyeol kisses the crown of your head and pulls you into his lap once again, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"Of course, I'll always hold you." He rests his chin on your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. Sehun looks around, everyone was in a comfortable position with either a beer or glass of wine in their hand and so he started the movie. You weren't planning on watching the movie but it was a good movie with a decent plot and an unpredictable killer and so you had forgotten about the plan you had come up with earlier until the characters on the screen started to get frisky.  You watched with bated breath as the girl fell to her knees for the man without hesitation, greedily 'taking' him into her mouth. You whimper and roll your ass against Chanyeol. You cover up your whimper with a cough and ask if they had seen the face in the window to disguise your actions.

"Yeah, I saw it." Chanyeol agrees and squints at the television, trying to make out the face as an ally or the killer. "Is that what made you jump?" Chanyeol, sometimes he could be so innocent and manipulative, you felt bad you were going to use it to your advantage and hoped the punishment wouldn't be too severe. You nod and whimper once again, but this time in fear as the face is revealed to be the killer. "Don't worry baby, I've got you." Chanyeol laughs at the way you melt into him, head resting on his shoulder. "You've been a good girl by the way," He praises, placing a big, wet kiss on your cheek. "Thank you, you know daddy will reward you well."

"Thank you, daddy." You can't help be reconsider your plan, a reward sounded much better than a punishment, but you were bored and missed Chanyeol so a punishment was something you thought you could handle. You grab his hands and bring them up to your lips, kissing his knuckles as he had done to yours earlier in the bedroom. "I really missed you," You whisper more to yourself than him and even he has to take a second to register what you had said. You nearly tear up at the thought of having been away from his so long but are left breathless when you're reminded of how amazing the sex is each time he comes back and once against your mind is measuring the pros and cons of what you're about to do. "I'm just glad you're home," You move off his lap but extinguish his bubbling questions when you swing your leg over his lap, arms circling around his torso again. You bury your face in his chest, as a silent apology, you place a quick kiss to his exposed collarbone before focusing back on the movie.

"Okay. Are you comfortable?" Chanyeol is quick to readjust to your new position and focuses on the movie once again when you nod, seeming to be focused on the movie again. That's when you make your first move, moving your head so it rests on his shoulder. You hum as if you were tired and let your eyes close. This allows you to drop your hands to Chanyeol's lap, hand landing perfectly on his crotch. "Baby?" Chanyeol looks down at you but doesn't question you when he notices your eyes are closed, it's not like you'd ever actually try anything in front of the others. You whimper against his skin, letting your hand grasp him through his sweats. Chanyeol's shock by your actions and noises but looks down and it looks like you're out cold. He decides to move your hand away from his now growing bulge and continues to watch the movie. You moan this time, loud and wantonly, before sinking your teeth into a sensitive spot on Chanyeol's neck. If the two of you hadn't been together for as long as you had been and knew each other's bodies like the back of your hands, Chanyeol would've caught on to your plan a lot sooner but he played it off as another sleeping mishap, good thing it had happened before.

"Chanyeol," You moan and move your hand to his crotch again, this time your fingers find their way below his sweats and the fact you had stopped right after doing so is what made Chanyeol chalk it up as another accident. He really was such a manipulative guy, you really were starting to feel bad. "Chanyeol," You moan again and Chanyeol looks down to find your brows furrowed, lips tugged downward and it looked like you were caught in some kind of conflict. Chanyeol goes to wake you up but decides against it when you're gripping his cock, and even you're surprised to find out he wasn't wearing any underwear. "I'm sorry," You sound like you're going to cry and Chanyeol wonders if you're going over the events of earlier. "Don't be mad at me," You jump as if being jolted awake and slowly open your eyes to find Chanyeol with a shocked look on his face. "What happened?" You stretch out your arms and make fists with your hand, the hand in Chanyeol's pants, of course, making you tighten your grasp around his shaft and it felt amazing.

"Um, baby," Chanyeol's fingers wrap around your wrist and he gently pulls your hand from his sweats. "I know you were sleeping but daddy really needs you to behave," You pull away from him and look confused, eyes darting around the room, everyone focused on another movie Sehun had picked out. You frown and looked back to Chanyeol, and even in the dark room he could see your eyes filling with tears, bottom lip jutted out and he's quick to take your face in his hands, placing kisses all over your face.

"I'm sorry daddy," You sniffle, having him right where you want him. "I didn't mean to do anything bad." Your hands come up to cuff themselves over his, and your thumbs run over his knuckles. "I'm sorry," You repeat again, voice so soft Chanyeol couldn't bring himself to believe you'd even think about disobeying him, especially in front of everyone. "I think I'm just a little tired, maybe I should go to bed." You look around and frown once you notice none of them were asleep, well there goes trying to get Chanyeol back to your room, time to improvise. "I'm going to be honest Chanyeol, I missed you and I need you," Chanyeol's brows furrow as he realizes what your confession had meant.

"Were you doing all of that...on purpose?" Chanyeol's never had a reason to punish you before, of course, there had been a few incidents in which you were being bratty but you weren't too good with confrontation and it was easy to snap you into shape after the third incident. Chanyeol didn't know what to make out of what you had done. This was beyond the line and he never thought you'd ever do something like this, something so lewd. Chanyeol can feel an anger washing over him, something he had never felt before when it came to you. It isn't a hatred thing more of a feeling of wanting to discipline you until you learned to never try to pull anything like that again. It's the way you look at him that makes him consider letting it go until you're pushing yourself against him, fingers running over the hem of his sweats.

"If you have to punish me, do it, daddy. Please, punish me, anything is better than you not touching me at all." You were usually so patient so your actions and neediness was putting Chanyeol in left field here, he honestly had no clue what was going on. "Daddy," Your teeth pulled at his lobe, hands moving over his body. "I'm sorry I'm acting out, you know I'd never do it if I wasn't desperate daddy." Your hand pushes under his sweats and your actions are bolder than they've ever been before when your fingers wrap around his throbbing shaft. You jerk his cock for a few seconds, having completely forgotten about the others in the room as you lose yourself in trying to pull Chanyeol under your wave of lust. Chanyeol can't focus on anything but the look on your face when you pull away and look at him. It's the most sinful look he had ever seen on your face. Your brows were furrowed in concentration, your nose scrunched up, something that often happened when you weren't getting your way and your lips with caught between your teeth. You looked delectable and he wanted to devour you then and there. He remembers the set you were wearing when he came in earlier and there's a sinister thought that runs through his mind, it's quick and from deep within. Show everyone. Chanyeol furrows his brows and lets his eyes dart around the room, despite the whole scene disrupting his train of thought and focus on the movie it hadn't taken anyone else's attention off the movie. Show them. The thought, it sounds more like a voice, the voice of a demon of lust whispering these words in his head. Show them what? Chanyeol dares to ask, his eyes regaining their focus on you again. Your hand stops moving on his cock and you pulled your hand from under his sweats, moving it up his body, under his shirt.

"Hey, guys?" Chanyeol looks over at the others before looking back to you. His eyes are dark, he looks like he's been possessed, it was something you had never seen before and you weren't sure how to feel about it. "Y/N's got something to show you all," That voice, the voice in the back of his head had won. That crack had exploded and the dam had broken. It was something he was most certainly experimenting with and he hoped you could keep up and wouldn't break up with him right there on the spot. Maybe this is something the two of you should talk about first. There's his conscious voice, that kind, and caring dom that he usually was but the thought, the most rational thought going through his mind at the moment was pushed to the back of his head and he was feeling like a completely new person.

"What?" You cock your head, bottom lip jutting out in confusion. "What do I have to show them?" Chanyeol's eyes flicker toward the crowd, the movie wasn't too interesting as they were all focused on the two of you now.

"You wanted to put on such a show earlier go ahead and show my mates the pretty lingerie you've got on." Everyone in the room's cheeks are flushed red from the proposition and you're stuck staring at Chanyeol, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. There were so many aspects to think about, so many reasons you didn't want to do that and none of them were because it was too much, none of them were because it was too personal, too intimate. The only reason that kept running through your mind was, what if they don't find me attractive like Chanyeol does? And that's what made you hide your face in your hands, breathing growing irregular. "Hmm," Chanyeol leans in, lips next to you ear. "I know how shy you can get but shy them baby. Show them how beautiful you are and daddy will forget all about your punishment." Chanyeol feels bad because he's lying through his teeth, the members, they were a part of the punishment. Chanyeol has been reminded on more than one occasion how attractive the others find you and so this is his gift to them.

You sit there for a few, thoughts rushing through your head. You were weighing pros and cons, coming up with a reasoning behind Chanyeol's method of madness. It's the fact that no one had rejected Chanyeol's offer of seeing you in lingerie that gives you your boost of confidence. You look up at Chanyeol before standing up, eyes on his until he instructs you to turn around and face the others. "This is embarrassing," You giggle to yourself and your eyes find Suho's, you usually went to him for comfort but the usual look isn't there and is replaced with something dark, a look you've never seen before and never thought you would. There's no point in finding solace is anyone else's eyes as they are all looking at you with hunger like if they were given the chance they'd devour you on the spot. You shake your head, clearing your thoughts and like ripping a band-aid off you quickly pull the hoodie over your head, having a hard time letting it go after using it to continue in covering your body for a second or two. Chanyeol reminds you of your punishment and you squeak, dropping the hoodie to the floor, dropping your shorts just as quickly, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.

"Shit!" Kyungsoo was never one to hold back and his words were proof of this. Kyungsoo's words draw your attention to him and he's stuck staring at you in awe. He had been the one to point you out to Chanyeol at the fan meet the two of you had met at two years ago, he hadn't meant for Chanyeol to fell head over heels for you the moment he saw you and was hoping for something a little more untraditional, a hookup. Kyungsoo runs his hand over his face, you were as sexy as he remembered from the pictures he had accidentally seen in Chanyeol's phone that one time he had taken it as part of a prank. Kyungsoo felt bad about the incident but didn't dwell on it for too long as the images had soon become part of his spank bank.

"Hyung!" Kai cries, throwing his arms over his head. Everyone knew Chanyeol well and he was a tease. He loved presenting people with things they'd never be able to have and he was sure you were another one of these teasings. There you stood, between Chanyeol and the others, hands behind your back as they all gawked at you. "You're not going to let us touch her are you?" The thought makes you softly smile, it would be nice to be fucked by such a handsome group of guys but you knew Chanyeol and he'd never let it happen. "I saw that smile Y/N, you'd like that wouldn't you?" He spreads his legs and it's almost as if he's inviting you to come and sit on his lap.

"Of course he's not going to let us touch her," Xuimin chuckles, arm over the back of the couch. "It'd be nice," It's Xuimin's stare that's the darkest, it's as if he has dreamed of this exact scenario before. He wanted you, they all wanted you but none of them would ever be able to have you and it was tortuous within itself. Xuimin was hard as a rock in his pants and nothing had happened, besides your sudden and abrupt strip show. Xuimin stared at you, eyes catching yours and you felt small under his glare. You imagined him as a dom and felt like he wouldn't be as nice as Chanyeol despite how soft he could be sometimes and it scared you because the look on his face was scary the longer you stood before him.

"No one is going to touch her." Chanyeol dismisses any more comments about being about to touch you and his voice makes your knees buckle. It was loud and filled the room. "She's pretty though, isn't she? I know you guys have always wanted to see so I'd figure I'd be a nice guy," Chanyeol pats his lap and you quickly have a seat. "I'm sure she would like that though." Chanyeol's words surprise you but he doesn't readdress his statement and instead spreads your legs so everyone can see your center. "See, I know my baby more than she thinks I do. I realized it about a year ago, we were staying at a hotel and she demanded I fuck her in front of the window. I couldn't say no because she's such a good girl. Turns out someone was walking by just as she was about to come and she watched his with the most intense stare in the world as she did, she completely forgot I was there." Chanyeol giggles and you hide your face in your hands at the memory, too scared to see what they'd think.

"Well then go ahead and put on a show for us," Chen speaks up, eyes focused on your core.

"Oh, she is," Chanyeol presses his lips against your ear and moves your hands away from your face. "So daddy wasn't completely honest about your punishment," Chanyeol's fingers hook into the side of your panties and he pushes them to the side, thanking you for remembering to wear clothing with such stretchy fabric.

"Daddy!" You gasp, everyone in the room could see your pussy and you were glistening. "Next time give me a little warning!" You're wriggling against his lap but his big hands place themselves on your thighs, holding you in place.

"Be a good girl for daddy," Chanyeol warns, fingers gripping your thighs. "Daddy will forget all about your punishment if you get yourself off in front of everyone okay?" You can't help but whimper when you realize everyone's eyes are glued on your core, your hips roll into his ass, hands squeezing into adorable fists. You needed to be touched and it needed to be now, you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to last with all this attention on you.

"How do you want me to do that daddy?" Your hips are rolling, ass pushing against Chanyeol, not helping him in any matter.

"I want you to ride daddy okay? Can you do that? Can you ride daddy?" You eagerly nod, hands gripping Chanyeol's wrists. "Hmm, you've always been such a good girl for daddy, I can't believe you'd do something so naughty as to tease me in front of the others." Chanyeol clicks his tongue, "No worries, daddy isn't too mad, especially when you're trying so hard to make it up to me." Chanyeol's hand leaves your thigh and he instructs you to lift your hips so he can free his cock from its confinements, moving it so it covered your core. "God, daddy does love how much you're trying to make it up to me." Chanyeol's lips are pressed against your cheek, his hands gripping your thighs again. "Go ahead baby, make it up to daddy. Do good, get yourself off for me and daddy will forget all about your punishment." It's like you're a rabid dog let out of a cage the way you move about next. Your fingers grab his cock and you press his rigid shaft against your core, grinding against it. You enjoyed things like this, things that were minimal but intimate, Chanyeol is usually patient about it but you have a feeling today isn't a good day to take your time and so you place the tip of his cock at your entrance and link eyes with Chen before sinking down onto his cock.

"Daddy!" You mewl, not used to the size and girth of his cock since it had been a while since he's fucked you. "Fuck!" Your cry, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Daddy I forgot how big you were, my pussy wasn't ready." Despite how wet you were, Chanyeol was one of those guys that defined that saying 'lanky guys are swanging' and it was hard for you to take him in, not having done so in so long.

"It's okay baby, go slow, go slow," Chanyeol guides you through it until you've bottomed out, your pussy wrapped around every inch of him and you just needed a minute before you could work on him like you were used to doing. "Fuck that feels good baby," Chanyeol moves his hands to his sides, thumbs tucked into his fist to keep from coming so early. "Baby you really do feel so tight around daddy,"

"God," Sehun pulls his cock out, you had been rock hard since you took off your hoodie and he blamed it on the fact his hormones were all over the place since he hadn't been laid in forever. He has no shame as he spits into the palm of his hand and grabs his shaft giving it a nice tug. He's jealous, he bet Chanyeol's cock felt nice buried in your tight pussy and he has nothing but his imagination as he zeroes in on your core as your walls greedily swallow every inch of Chanyeol's cock and not to Sehun's surprise, he was huge. "I can't believe you can take every inch of his cock," Sehun shakes his head, thumb swiping across the slit of his cock just as his tongue did his lips. You're surprised to find him openly pleasing yourself but can't stay focused on it too long before Chanyeol's reminding you of your punishment.

Xuimin wants to school the younger boy, tell her how inappropriate it was to touch himself but given the situation, his cock was twitching in his own pants and he wasn't one to turn down a live show. "The kid's got the right idea," Xuimin frees himself from his pants and spits into the palm of his hand, a little less lewd than Sehun but nonetheless he was grabbing his shaft with an eager grasp and had fallen into a rhythm just as Sehun had done.

"Look at them," Chanyeol growls, hips bucking up against your ass just so you were reminded of who was fucking you. "Baby how do you feel about them jerking themselves off to the sight of you being fucked?" You grit your teeth, you can't respond as your mind is focused on your hips or the action of moving them so you could properly ride Chanyeol. "Look at the way they're staring at you baby," Chanyeol is speaking loud enough for the others to hear but this next part is just for you and so he presses his lips against your ear, "I know what they all want. They all want to be in the position I'm in. They want to feel how tight and wet and warm you are wrapped around their cocks but guess what baby? Daddy will never let them fuck you because they don't deserve it, they don't serve to feel your pussy around them. Now finish yourself off for me baby." It takes no time between you putting your hands between your thighs to play with yourself and the others pulling out their cocks at the sight and it's almost embarrassing. There the nine of you were, staring so intently at each other, depending on each other for your orgasms.

Your eyes scan the crowd. They all looked so beautiful, hands wrapped around their cocks, they looked so disheveled. You watched Sehun's hand quicken, he had to be close having started his fun so early. He looked like a teenage boy, trying to get his jollies off for the first time. His knuckles were white but his grip was light, it's almost as if he was teasing himself but also wanting to come. His other hand gripped the underside of his thigh and you note that he wasn't too noisy, just a few heavy sighs and deep groans. Your look at Kai and boy was it a scene to behold. He was on his knees, leaning back, on one hand, other hand moving as quickly as the speed of light between his legs, he was close and had no shame in it as his eyes were focused, watching you play with yourself. He panted, and he was sweaty, oh so sweaty, as if he had just jumped out the shower. You imagined licking the bead of sweat that dribbled down the side of his face and scolded yourself for your dirty thoughts. You look at the two oldest and they look like they have experience in this, both of them watching with furrowed brows, tongue stuck out in concentration. Their hands aren't moving like the others, they drag up and down their shafts slowly, and you can't find any reason behind their methods but try to not make one, just enjoying watching them being so engrossed in watching you. It's Kyungsoo that catches your attention and you hold it on him for awhile. He hasn't pulled his cock out yet, but he's touching himself, just over his pants. You don't know how to feel but figure it could be a size issues and leave it at that, as long as he was enjoying himself. Chen and Baekhyun are your favorites, they're watching with slackened jaws, the softest moans and whimpers leaving their lips and it makes you all the more heated. Their sounds, the way they blended together so beautifull drove you mad and can't help the way your orgasm sneaks up on you.

"I'm going to come daddy, fuck! I'm going to come!" Your hips had stilled in moving up and down and now you were rotating your hips about, loving the way he felt against your walls. Your fingers pressed against your bud harder and your pace quickened, you were sure you looked fucked out, riding Chanyeol's dick like your life depended on it but there was no time for shame, not when you were so close. Chanyeol hums into the crook of your neck, nipping at random spots, he's not too worried about his own orgasm as he knew you'd take care of him when the others left or found other ways to occupy themselves, he's just worried about the way you were shaking above him.

"Are you okay baby?" You eagerly nod and scream as your orgasm washes over you. It's not a loud and obnoxious scream but like a loud cry, a cry of Chanyeol's name and title, the words following each other so quickly you couldn't tell the two apart. "Shit," Chanyeol watches in awe as you come undone on his cock, fingers still moving at a steady pace as you enjoy your orgasm, every second of it. "You're such a good girl," Your bun had fallen and your ponytail had loosened, the braids now over your shoulders, some in your face. "I'm sure they all enjoyed the show," Chanyeol nods toward the others, all of them, save for Kyungsoo with their cum on their shirts, they were painted with the reminder of never being able to fuck you and a sudden silence fell over the room, save for your heavy breathing. "Oh yeah, no punishment for you baby you did so well," Chanyeol pulls you off of him and readjusts your panties, "But I do think there are a few things we need to talk about regarding your kinks, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, daddy."

Ah! I’ve working on this all day and couldn’t help myself, I love Chanyeol so much and this prompt just really took it home for me. Thank you anon who sent this in, I don’t know where your mind was when you imagined everything you had said but I much love for you baby because that one took the cake.

[dragaoel]

 Jun'ichirō, aka Jun (- Silverdell)

the volume of the radio slowly dwindles down and only static noise is left to be heard

"those are dangerous words"

"not for him " Anja replies, her head laying on her outstretched arm that's on the table , her whole posture the embodiment of laziness. "loved ones always have it easier here"

"Not always" Jun says grimly and glances out of the window" it's because he's an outsider that he's allowed more freedom than any of us"

"aren't you a loved one too?"

Jun sighs deeply and turns towards the albino girl. For a second ,pain , frustration and a hint of panic can be seen in his eyes before it vanishes. He lets out a bitter laugh.

"and you saw where that lead me to,half dead in a ditch"

INTRODUCTION JUN : 

half japanese half black

has waist long black thick hair and brown skin 

has a ‘’prince in anguish’’ aura but masks it with him being over the top ridiculous and dramatic

is 5′11

born 12th october (libra)

‘‘the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math’‘

Jun is my favourite character, i made him on a whim as a side character in a old story and then i started using him more and more as a background character until i realized the potential he had. He's also one of the character whom i put into a lot of  different aus, the most favourite one was where he was a vampire who loved laying in the garden and eat roses all day

Rukiya (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘i have dreams about them’‘ Rukiya says and plucks a string on her bass. The deep note rumbles through the room and her short curls moves along as she drops her head lower 

‘‘i'm high in the sky, looking down onto a land that seems oh so familiar, with people screaming at me asking me to help them’‘

‘’do you understand them? ‘’ a band member asks

‘‘weirdly i do’‘ Rukiya answers ‘‘ it seems to be in my native language but also not, as if it was way before everything happened, you know, the ancient time’‘ 

INTRODUCTION RUKIYA :

Out of the both of them Rukiya is the older twin by 4 minutes

she’s also the artsy one than her sister whos into sports

wears black literally 24/7 and has dark circles despite sleeping enough

is 5′9

is black (kenyan) 

mole on the left side of her cheek

fluent in her native tongue kiswahili 

Majors in Film

loves anything that has to do with space nd aliens

born 24th january (aquarius)

has a sweet tooth

*cocks gun* ‘’basements haunted’’

i like the idea of twins that are completely the opposite of each other. Rukiya just like Imara have a big chunk of my personality in them, it's just that i lean more towards Rukiya than Imara. 

Akiho (-Though the god’s have left)

Kneeling down, she cocks her head to the side, her eyes cold and her lips pressed into a thin line ‘’ dont think your actions won't have consequences’’ she sneers ‘’ the next time i see you harassing another girl again i'll make you wish you were never born’’ 

Akiho dusts herself , picks up the bat , glances one last time at the boy laying on the floor and walks away, the echoes of her shoes the only noise to be heard

INTRODUCTION AKIHO :

is 5′4

majors in theater

her fashion style is y2k

is the other one of the dumbass duo

has freckles on her nose

is japanese

doesn't like sweet things usually eats traditional sweets made by her mom or things that are sour/bitter, but salty food has to be spicy asf

born, 14th april (aries)

her side teeth are really pointy

has long peach colored straight hair

‘‘I’d sell you to satan for one corn chip’‘

Akiho comes from a family of 3, she's the youngest sibling and she has that energy. She likes to play with her oldest brother children, doesn't want any on her own though. will fight anyone who is disrespectful, esp towards women 

Hyunjin (-Though the god’s have left)

The tall girl slumps her body onto her girlfriend shoulder, watching her fry the fish in the pan into charcoal. Hyunjin wrinkles her nose in a attempt to push the glasses up without having to actually touch them, before she sighs deeply. 

‘‘Just-’‘ she starts and softly takes ‘‘let me do it, otherwise you'll burn the kitchen down like last time’‘

Praveena puffs her cheeks up ‘’that actually wasn't my fault, it was the gasherd-’’

‘‘i know i know’‘ Hyunjin chuckles and kisses her cheek ‘‘but i have a exam tomorrow and i would like not not have an indigestion’‘ she frowns and flips the fish over and sighs. It seems the fish can’t be saved anymore. 

INTRODUCTION HYUNJIN :

korean

has short dyed blue hair, but the back part is longer than the front part.

is ‘5′10

majors in engineering technology

born 14th may (taurus)

has literally no sense of style and wears glasses cause she has a slight astigmatism that you can't really see

has a mole next to her right eye

‘‘a financially unstable mess but at the liquor store they call me ma’am’‘

honestly out of all the characters i draw hyunjin the most. In the beginning  she  had shoulder length but then i shortened it because i liked it more. She's an only child and her mother runs a bakery while her father works in a office. She's the calm type that's constantly tired because she never sleeps 

Praveena  (-Though the god’s have left)

She shuffles the cards and lays them out on the table. The customers sees the fool, the moon and the star. Praveena touches them with her fingertips ‘’ you seem to be either at the beginning or at the end of a new journey ’’ she pauses and thinks ‘’but either way you're prepared for what is to come’’

The customers nods ‘’i'm soon moving away from this city’’

‘‘I see’‘ Praveena counters and points at the next card ‘‘the moon indicates that you’re hesitant  and fearful in your decision, there might be something from the past that is holding you back and influencing you in the present and possibly the future

the customer tenses up, her eyes fixed on the card and her lips tight

‘‘though’‘ Praveena continues ‘‘at the end you’ll be at peace and glad that you pushed through all the turbulences 

INTRODUCTION PRAVEENA : 

tamil ,dark skin with long wavy violet dyed hair

Hyunjin’s girlfriend

has calm energy but is also very erratic 

loves astrology & tarot

majors in psychology

5′5

born 20 july (cancer)

has droopy eyes

‘‘god cant help you now’‘

i made praveena cause i wanted a harmonious wlw couple, that have that ‘’old married pair’’ plus out of all the ocs those two are the ones that i drew first. Praveena has the tendency to blow things up how though is a mystery and hyunjin always has to clean up everything. 

Imara (-Though the god’s have left)

‘‘no listen, it doesn't make sense why would you wear a bra and some tight ass pants knowing you’re about to fight people who have knives and GUNS?’’ Imara asks perturbed.

‘‘Cause men are horny’‘ Rukiya retorts and raises an eyebrow

‘‘still doesn't make sense like wow!, some fucking boobs, like really? really? is that what gets you going? just some breast pressed up in a bra that is too damn tight and a flat stomach on a skinny ass girl that has absolute no muscles despite the training she went through?

Rukiya sighs ‘’ is this about-’’

‘‘lara croft yes’‘ Imara interrupts and slams her finger on the table ‘‘and im going to die on this hill that men shouldn't be allowed to create games!’‘

INTRODUCTION  IMARA:

plays games a lot, esp the loz series

has curly dyed blonde hair that's mostly tied in a ponytail  or a bun because she cant be bothered with it, though rukiya helps her all the time cause she never really learned how to deal with curly hair. 

Is on a baseball sponsorship because she's that good (she's a pitcher)

is totally tone deaf unlike her twin

isnt good with crows ie: strangers crowding around her after her team won a game

is kenyan

5′9

has a mole next to her upper lips on the left side

loves 90's rnb & hip hop music

‘‘he proclaimed his undying love and asked me to do the same, i had to overcome my desire to laugh’‘

Imara does have a slight complex about being a twin because she feels like Rukiya is the cooler one despite people loving her too. She's loud and boisterous basically a chad, but better. She's dorky and literally spends her free time gaming but she doesn't just play any game shes v specific when it comes to that. Her mom always has a headache because of her but thats okay but in the end her mom loves her to death.

Ava (-Though the god’s have left)

‘’do you you know how much it's sucks that at the end of all of this , i'm the one waiting for them?’’ Ava exclaims ‘’that i'm the one who will have to watch them go through the door to be evaluated? that i'm ultimately the end?

‘‘you’re not all alone-’‘

‘‘you don't understand’’ Ava interrupts, as she points at the short girl ‘’ i will have to watch my mom, my family that raised me go through that door and know that that will be the last time i will see them in that body!’’

INTRODUCTION  AVA:

She’s haitian 

keeps her hair in a short chin length dark blue bob

majors in sociology 

she and akiho are the ‘’comedy duo’’ of the group

is 5′6

born 4th november (scorpio)

‘‘my only crime was that i was down to clown’‘ 

When i make akiho i felt like she needed a companion so i made ava, both of them were inspired by the early 2000 shows characters. Although Ava likes to goof around she's also very studious and serious about her future. She comes from a family of 6 and she’s the second oldest. She and her older sister fight constantly 

Nïrnaya (Dawn over the horizon)

‘‘Magic’‘ the elf stars, her tall stature hunched over the herbs ‘’ is in the nature we’re surrounded in, in the mountains that stand high and the rivers that flow into the deep sea’’

she straightens up and walks over to Nïrnaya ‘’ we might lose everything.’’ She pokes the girl on the forehead ‘’but magic will forever stay with you because its the core of your being‘’ 

INTRODUCTION NÏRNAYA :

shes a mischievous 15 year old 

 has black curly long hair that are mostly braided

does not want to do this whole adventure thing because of how it reminds her too much of the ‘’chosen one trope’’ and thats too much responsibilities

born during the year of the earth dragon

‘‘snacking between meals is the least, but tastiest, of my problems’‘ 

i came up with this story and character because i wanted a book where a black girl for once was the main character, where she could experience the same thing as other mc (ie eragon etc) basically i wanted black representation in a medieval-esque world but with my own spin because the world itself is not very western like

[levi-inthesun]

Awakening- Chapter 1

Summary: June (Juniper) works at the New York Public Library where she reads to kids once a week, otherwise she’s shelving books, checking out books for patrons, and catching the eye of one Steve Rogers. 

Authors note: this started out as a different story, but I didn’t like where it was going so I re-worked it and it became this! I wrote this probably a year ago- so I’m dusting it off, editing and finally posting so all of tumblr can read :)

You were already running late to your shift at the New York Public Library. Cursing to yourself quietly when the subway left without you. You had had a feeling you should have left earlier that day, but having anxiety about missing things like the train were rather normal. 

You mumbled under your breath, annoyed. Accepting your fate, you took in a few deep breaths and shot a text message to your boss letting them know you’d be late. Your anxiety threatening to take over so you practiced a few tools you have learned in your years of therapy.

One, is this in my control? No. 

Two, is there anything in my power I can do to change this? Besides texting my boss no, it will be quicker to catch the next train than to take a taxi.

Three, what are my choices? I can freak out and probably start sobbing in this very public place, or I can accept that what has happened has happened and do my best to let go.

For the remainder of the time you were in the station, you focused on your breathing and scrolled through social media to distract you. Every so often feeling the smooth beads on the long necklace you wore every day. 

Finally, the train arrived and you weren’t as late to work as you thought. You put your bag in your locker and stood in front of the mirror for a moment, adjusting your appearance. You had rushed out the door and your cat head-printed button-down was only partially tucked into your denim skirt. You tucked the necklace under your shirt and fixed your collar. Then you tucked flyaways into your braided crown until you were pleased. Scooting up your glasses from where they had fallen down to, you looked around the corner to the wall clock and checked the time.

“Damn!” you swore to yourself, it was 10:30 and you only had fifteen minutes until you were to read to a group of kids. You walked out to the floor and began shelving books. This month you were reading The Little Prince, one of your personal favorites, memorialized forever on your body as a small tattoo on your upper arm You also had a collection of wildflowers, branches, trees, and ferns on your arms, a small eye on the back of your neck. 

You gracefully put books back in their proper place, taking your time to gently feel the spine of each and look over the title. You loved shelving books even though most of your coworkers hated it. You felt closer to the books in the short intimate time you spent putting them away.

You began the reading like you always did, giving a quick summary of the book in a way that would get the kids into it to help quiet the chatter, and review what was read last week. As you read, they listened quietly, drawn in to the little boy in the middle of a vast desert. 

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” You read the line slowly and gently touched the spot on your arm where the words were permanently at home. 

Turning the next page, you glanced at the children around you and the array of parents and passerbyers stopping to listen, intrigued with the words the Little Prince had just spoken. You caught the eyes of a tall, handsome man with the softest light blue eyes you’d ever seen. 

As you continued reading, you felt as if you were reading to the man with the blue eyes, your voice naturally flowing directly to him. 

The first chapter ended and you thanked everyone for coming, who then, in unison, thanked you for reading to them (including the man in the back). You encouraged everyone to come next week to find out more of the adventures the Little Prince had gone on and who he meets. 

Kids went to their parents or chatted with friends they had made there while you stood up, smoothing down your skirt and taking the book behind the front desk where the read-aloud books were kept. 

You saw the man glance your way again from the corner of your eye, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at his phone, seemingly frustrated. 

You walked over to the man, getting his attention. “Excuse me, can I help you find anything?” you asked him with a polite smile.

“Uh yes!” he said quickly, “I’m looking for A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I don’t come to libraries enough to fully understand how to find everything,” he said sheepishly. 

“That’s okay,” you said cheerfully, “there is always time to learn.” The man smiled widely at your comment. 

As you walked over to the correct section, you glanced over at the man and instantly realized why he looked familiar. Instead of fangirling, which part of you desperately wanted to do, you took in a deep breath and remained professional. You were used to celebrities and other well known people coming in.

You handed him the book and asked if there was anything else you could help him find.

“Actually yes… that book you were reading? Unfortunately, I won’t make it next week, but I am completely intrigued, even if it’s just a children's book.”

You looked at him, feigning shock.  “Only a children’s book? Sir!” you said placing a hand dramatically over your chest, “This book is not just a children’s book! I didn’t read it until after I got through college and it changed my damn life. So I will now ask you to take that back!” You exclaimed, tone playful.

“I take it back!” he responded laughing, hands up in truce. “I know we just met, but I was hoping maybe you can tell me more about it… over coffee?” he was smiling widely as he asked and you felt a spark ignited within you that had been gone far too long. 

Instead of answering, you led him to the check out station, smiling at the ground trying to hide your blush. While you were checking his books out, he looked away nervously, so he didn’t notice you scribble something on the receipt, then stick in just inside the cover for The Little Prince.

You spent the rest of your shift very, very distracted at the thought of going out for coffee with Steve Rogers.

When Steve got home later that evening, he was still thinking about you. How cute you looked in your button up that he could have sworn had little cat heads all over it and your denim skirt. How into reading the book you were, your trance only broken when you spotted him, even still you quickly got back into it. Steve felt like he may be going crazy, but it felt as if you were just reading to him. Your melodic voice carried over the group of kids and straight into his heart. Remembering the books he had stowed in his bag, he pulled them out setting A Tree Grows in Brooklyn down on the counter and picking up The Little Prince. He opened it up to see your messy cursive on the receipt with a phone number.

Call me when you finish :) - June 

Then, for the first time in this century (probably), Steve Rogers did a happy dance as his heart was ignited with hope. After he regained control of himself, he immediately dove into the book reading until early morning when he reluctantly put it down to get at least a few hours of sleep, where he dreamt of a boy and his rose, a pilot and a fox.

Steve woke to the sound of a very unwelcome alarm, he shut it off and slowly sat up, looking out the large windows of his room in the Avengers Compound, watching as the sun rose in the sky, spilling hues of orange, pink and purple over the sky. He got dressed and left for his daily run, making it back in record time just so he could read the rest of the book. 

You were shocked when you got a phone call later that day, the voice saying they finished the book and was wondering when you would be free to meet up for coffee. 

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “I’m free now.”

The voice answered much too quickly, making you feel a little less embarrassed. “Yes! Do you have a favorite spot to get coffee?” “Believe it or not, it’s right by the library. Meet me there in an hour and a half?” “Can’t wait, doll.”

As soon as you hung up, you looked down at your outfit of choice on this lazy day off. Sweatpants and a shirt with actual, non-ironic holes throughout. You booked it to your closet and allowed yourself 10 minutes to stress out about what the hell you were going to wear to your date with Steve freaking Rogers, finally settling on a pair of your favorite high waisted jeans and a loose tank top tucked in with a pair of sandals. You added a pair of stud earrings and put your hair into a low bun, that way if he was dressed up, you wouldn’t be too casual, and vice versa. 

You had time to spare, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to be early. You popped your earbuds in and started listening to your Beatles playlist, making your way to the Subway Station. The ride went smoothly and thankfully no one bothered you. Once you got to the library, you sat on the steps by one of the lion statues and basked in the early fall sunshine, only closing your eyes for a second, soaking it all in when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Readying yourself to politely tell some rando to leave you alone, you were surprised to see Steve, 10 minutes early. “Hi!” you yelled, cringing when you realized your volume. You quickly turned off your music and stuffed your phone and headphones into your bag. 

“You know, you are gonna lose your hearing if you listen to music that loud,” he said chuckling. You rolled your eyes playfully. “By the way, Ob-la-di is a good choice.” he smiled, and you thought that that is something you could easily get used to. 

Then his face altered, annoyed as he looked past you. It looked like he was trying to make someone go away with a nod of his head. You looked up at him confused.

“Ah, sorry. My friends,” he said pointing to the group of extremely familiar-looking men and women, “they didn’t believe me when I said I was going on a date.” He shrugged.

You giggled and gave the group a flirty finger wave. They waved back before running off. “Well, shall we go ingest liquid gold sustenance?” you asked.

“Yes, lead the way,” he replied as he held out his arm for you. You tried to hold in the smile and blush that suddenly appeared on your face, but there was no fighting it. 

Just a few blocks away, Steve opened the door to the cafe and followed you inside.

“Hi Maria,” you said fondly as you approached the counter.

“Juni!” she called back happily as she took her position behind the register, “I thought you had the day off today?” she asked as she already started putting your order in.

“I do,” you said with an almost dreamy sigh, “I’m here for fun,” you said, motioning to the tall man with you. “Oh, yes you are.” She stated, winking at you, “And what can I get for you?” 

You tried not to giggle when he ordered an americano. 

You found some seats in the corner, grateful that the cafe was normally pretty empty around 4.  Once settled, Steve pulled out the copy of The Little Prince he had borrowed from the library, as well as a notebook filled with notes. You smiled and pulled out your well worn, well-loved, very marked personal copy. Maria brought your coffees over and winked again, mouthing ‘hot damn!’ to you before Steve could notice. 

Another round of pink heat spread over your cheeks.

“So, I just realized we never actually introduced ourselves.” You said, knowing full well you both knew you knew his name.

“How rude of me,” he said with a playful tone, “I’m Steve.” “Good to meet you, Steve,” you say as you both shake hands once and let go, “Most people call me June, but my name is Juniper.”

“Juniper… that’s really cool. Would you mind if that is what I call you?” he asked, eyebrows raised in questioning.

You smiled, “Most people think it’s too weird or hippy-ish, which isn’t too far off. So yes, I would love that actually.” 

“What do you mean it isn’t too far off? And why is there anything wrong with being too hippy-ish?” he asked, confused.

“Well, I grew up on the west coast. My parents were very much minimalists. We had a garden full of fruits, veggies, and herbs. We spent so much time out there together. I actually loved gardening and had a booth at our local farmers market and preferred spending time with my parents and my dog, and a lot of my friends stopped inviting me out, deeming I was ‘odd’ and a ‘straight-up hippy’,” you rolled your eyes and chuckled at how silly the whole thing was. “Anyways, there is nothing wrong with being too much of a hippy,” you said smiling, “I learned how to embrace it,” you shrugged.

Steve smiled at you and took a sip of his drink before responding, “Sounds like you didn’t have very good friends,” he commented sadly.

“Learned that one much too late,” you say as you take a drink yourself.  “What about your parents, friends growing up?” 

“Well, my best friend growing up was James- we all called him Bucky, except his mom when she was angry with him for doing something stupid-” he paused for a second before adding, “it was usually my ideas that got us into trouble.” He shook his head as a memory replied in his mind. “But my mom was my entire world. When she died, it felt like a piece of me died with her…”

“I’m so sorry,” you replied. Steve searched your face, but only found a genuine warmth and caring. 

“Thanks, uh, yeah so then Bucky’s mom basically adopted me and we got into even more trouble… we definitely gave her a run for her money.”

You chuckled at the idea of him running around causing trouble. 

After you both took another drink, you dove right into the book, pointing out favorite parts, what was personally identified with, as well as some questions Steve had had. One of your favorite parts was hearing about his relationships. “So the fox… honestly, it sounds very much like Bucky. I already mentioned how close we were,  but eventually, our paths took us separate ways before reuniting, and... well he was extremely different. He had gone through some really terrible things, things I cannot even begin to imagine, when we were finally together again, it took a lot of work on both of our parts… like he was reluctant to be tamed, he didn’t want to get hurt again. It took a while, but now we are even stronger than we were before. It’s like we are tamed to each other, haha.” Steve realized he was getting more personal than he had anticipated and felt a little awkward.

“That is beautiful,” you said quietly, causing a little smile to appear on Steve’s lips. 

His favorite part was just watching your eyes light up anytime one of the things he brought up was something you loved about the book as well. You were so passionate about this one children’s book and it was like it opened up a whole new place in his heart. 

Hours later, your coffees were cold and barely touched, but there you sat, his hand gently resting on yours from across the table. The conversation had led to other favorite books, which you both had given each other quite the list to look into. Then you both talked about the things that made you happy.

You adored the days it rained. You felt like it was washing the city and yourself clean and the way people’s faces light up when they talk about something they’re passionate about. Steve loved the peace that watching the sunset over the city brought him, everything quiet and still. He also loved watching people as they read or watch movies, “You can see anything you need to know about a person,” he had said. 

Eventually, Maria came up to let you know they were closing. You blushed slightly and apologized to your friend, who hushed your fears. 

“Do you own any of the books on your list?” Steve asked, hurriedly as you walked down the street, “I would be honored to be able to read your personal copy of even just one, get a look inside your head a little more,” Steve said, a light blush threatening to take over.

You smiled widely, “In fact, I own all of the books on my list. I live in Brooklyn though, so if it is out of the way I can always bring a few next time I see you?”

There were two things about your statement that excited Steve beyond belief. 1. You lived in Brooklyn. 2. You wanted to see him again.

“I happen to love Brooklyn, it’s no problem at all unless you would be more comfortable oth-” You cut him off. “Honestly, I would love for you to come over and be impressed at my massive book collection.” 

 It was settled and Steve held out his arm for you again as you both chatted aimlessly as you walked to the subway station. It was late on a Saturday, so the train was noisy with talking from people going to or from parties and clubs. You pulled out your earbuds and handed him one as you plug them into your phone, putting the other in your own ear. You clicked on another one of your favorite playlists, hitting shuffle. The first song was a favorite by Noah and the Whale, The First Days of Spring. As the 45-minute train ride continued, you could feel your hand take a life of its own as it inched closer to Steve’s, which rested on the seat next to yours. The anticipation of holding his hand was practically killing you, so when Steve closed the distance you felt relief, as well as a pleasant tingle, wash over you. 

Once you worked up the confidence, you rested your head on his shoulder… more like arm with his height compared to yours, but it was nice all the same, and Steve melted towards you. 

Once your stop came you stood up and pulled Steve along until you were walking side by side. Music was stopped and put away, you both walked in a comfortable silence to your apartment building hand in hand.

You watched as Steve looked around with an almost sadness as you walked the streets of Brooklyn. Of course, you knew of his history, everyone did, but you would wait until he was ready to bring it up. Just because you knew what books told you about what happened didn’t mean it was the whole story, or that you had a right to know.

Suddenly Steve stopped in front of a  building that was crumbling to the ground.

Steve couldn’t believe it was still here. The last time he had the opportunity to be in Brooklyn inconspicuously he hadn’t been able to find it. Yet, now, on his way to the apartment of one of the most beautiful, witty, honest and intelligent women he’d met since Peggy, was his childhood home. Where he spent his entire life sick, trying to stand up for himself but always being saved by Bucky. And suddenly, he was that tiny person again and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude as well as the feeling of being undeserving to have you holding his hand. A tear slipped through and he prayed you wouldn’t notice. Instead, he felt your kindness through a simple hand squeeze. He took a few deep breaths and decided it was time to keep moving. 

You continued leading him to your apartment and unlocked it. Before you opened the door you smiled at him mischievously.

“Now, I have spent a long time working on my book collection. If for some reason it isn’t impressive, you have to pretend it is otherwise whatever this,” you motioned between the two you, “could have been, isn’t happening.” Steve nodded in agreement, “You got it doll.” 

You blushed slightly, biting your lip as you turned around and opened the door, letting him in.

What Steve then saw was incredible. You had hundreds of what seemed to be carefully selected books, shelved neatly throughout your entire, albeit small, apartment. You watched as Steve walked around, mouth hanging wide open, staring at the shelves on shelves and shelves of books. He then turned to you, mouth still open, and held out his arms motioning to it all with wide eyes.

“Okay, okay, you didn’t have to try so hard to make me feel like you were impressed, it’s okay. Appreciated though.” You smiled genuinely, even though you were trying to tease.

“Oh, well okay then.” Steve playfully rolled his eyes before grinning at you. 

You both stood there looking at each other for what felt like a few beats too long, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I like ice cream. Do you want some?” Before waiting for him to respond you walked over to the freezer to pull out the tubs of ice cream you had and two spoons. “Uh yeah, I could go for some ice cream.” Steve walked over, noticing there weren’t any bowls.

Seeing his confusion, you explained, “It is more fun to eat it out of the container unless you’re afraid of germs or whatever,” you shrugged, hoping he didn’t think it was weird.

“Sounds good to me.” He replied, grabbing a spoon and the pint of mint chocolate chip. You grabbed the other, moose tracks and headed for the couch.

You sat together on the couch eating ice cream and reading. Steve, the second one on your list of favorites (since The Little Prince was number one), and you one of his that you happened to have. 

Periodically, Steve would look up from the book and watch as you were sucked in by the words. He could see every little reaction you had, every vulnerable moment when what the book was saying rang true for you.

He sighed as he turned back to the book in his hands- This is something he certainly could get used to.

[samwise-writes]

Surprise

Eloise Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford

Because apparently I’m a sucker for the moment where ‘it’ begins

Eloise returns from Redcliffe with the rebel mages in tow. She just really wants some rest.

~ *Whispers* fluff and blushing commander because that is my weakness ~

No warnings 

Number 2 from this prompt list

Her breath pushed past her lips in a drawn-out sigh. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up in the silent solitude that was her cabin.

Eloise had difficulty in the first months, sleeping in such a solid space. At first the walls had felt just as oppressive as the bars on the cell they had kept her in. No breezes brushing across her face, the starlight unable to break through the curtains that were pulled against the window panes. But she had begun to grow accustomed to the quiet that accompanied those walls.

She could accept the stifling closed-off-ness of the cabin if it meant that she got quiet.

She began the dreaded trek from the chantry, keeping her head down, trying to act like the eyes that followed her wherever she went didn’t make her skin crawl.

She counted each of her footsteps, the new dusting of snow that decorated the gravel path making a soft crunching sound with every step gained. Despite the tired droop to her shoulders she walked with determination. Eloise realized with slight surprise, that for the first time, she was happy to have returned to Haven.

She tried to keep her steps measured as her cabin came into sight, she did not want to appear as though she was fleeing from something. She felt her exhaustion settle further into her limbs with every inch she closed between herself and the door. 

Once the blessed door was secured behind her she let out another long sigh, this time it was tinged with contentment.

Her eyes swept over the small space. Someone had come and started the fire so that the biting cold that had followed her through the door was soon banished. She made a mental note to mention to Josephine that she greatly appreciated that and hoped it could be something that would continue in the future. There was very little she felt comfortable asking for from the exceedingly kind ambassador and her people, but this was one little luxury she would allow for herself.

She walked over to the bed, dropping down ungracefully, and reaching for the ties on her well-worn boots. Her tired fingers fumbled with them at first, but they were practiced in the actions and she made quick work of them anyway. She toed them off, kicking them to the end of her bed, and began undoing her leather armor. Her jacket slipped off, and her rolled her shoulders a few times, untucking her tunic so that it hung loose about her frame. Next, she undid the braided bun, running her hand through it until it hung in its full length past her shoulders. She sat back down on the bed, and considered her leather leggings for a moment. After short contemplation Eloise decided that it would be too much effort to remove them from her body.

She flopped down so she was sprawled across her bed haphazardly. She let out a contented groan and made the decision to remain there, until the end of her days.

Bugger the Inquisition, they can find a new Herald. She thought sleepily.

A loud repeated banging pulled her out of her cloudy satisfaction. She blinked a few times up at the roof, puzzled at the unfamiliar sound .

It sounded again. Someone was knocking at her door.

“Andraste’s knickers,” she swore quietly.

With a large amount of effort she pulled herself up to a sitting postion, and then to a reletivley wobbly standing position, swearing again she tried to shake the sleep that had just about overtaken her, from her bones.

She moved quickly over to the door, yanking it open.

“Yes?” She said impatiently, before the door had even revealed who had disturbed her blessed alone time.

She was faced with a very stunned looking Commander. She blinked at him a few times as he stood in silence, eyes slightly wider than normal, taking in her appearance.

She let out a huff.

“Not you again…” She mumbled quietly.

She didn’t mean for him to hear her less than kind words, but he snapped back into action at the sound of her voice. He cleared his throat.

“Ah, yes. Me… again. I apologize for disturbing you, Herald, but I was hoping to have a word with you, alone.”

She stared at him, dejected. She watched as some colour spread across his cheeks, and he cleared his throat for a second time. He proceeded to avert his eyes to the ground, suddenly very interested in something by his feet.

She tilted her head to the side, intrigued. She had never seen the Commander as anything but either frustrated, exasperated or, well… Commanding.

“Very well.” She said quietly, moving out of the way so that the tall man could step inside.

He met her eyes again and nodded his thanks as he passed her. She shut the door quickly.

Turning to face him she steeled herself, she squared her shoulders and stood up straighter. She started speaking before he could bulldoze her with his facts and thoughts.

“I understand the you were not pleased with the decision I made in Redcliffe, but I stand by it. I believe I made the best decision I could have in the situation we were in. I am sorry that we could not get the templars as well as the mages, but unfortunately that seems to be the way things will have to go.”

She met his gaze once she finished speaking nodding her head once to punctuate her certainty.

The Commander stood there, mouth slightly open, surprise on his features once again.

He snapped out of it quickly, collecting his thoughts.

“I suppose I was rather… loud with my displeasure at the situation, earlier in the War Room, so I likely did not express all my thoughts clearly.” He paused for a moment, “I think you did an admirable job at Redcliffe, you made a difficult decision that needed to be made. You made a call, and we will all stand behind you in it.”

His stance relaxed slightly as he paused again, letting out a small breath, and running one hand through his hair, in a gesture that spoke volumes of the exhaustion the heavily armored man was likely feeling.

“But that is not why I came. I did not want to argue with you. I came to check on you.”

“Check on me?” She asked dubiously.

“Yes…” Colour spread across his cheeks again, but he continued to meet her gaze, “I wanted to check on you to see how you were doing.”

She felt her stance relax slightly, she was taken off-guard. She wrapped her arms around her body, in a protective gesture, she wasn’t even fully aware of, gazing back at the Commander.

“From your report, as well as the Tevinter mage’s – Dorian’s? – report, what you two experienced in the future you were sent to…” he trailed off. He seemed at a loss for words.

She considered him carefully for a moment. She was confused at his concern for her. She wondered briefly if it were some kind of trap, to get her to show a weakness, so that he could remove what little power she had – but she dismissed the thought immediately. What she knew about the commander was that he was stubborn, and imperious at times when it came to his beliefs about magic, and disagreed with her on mostly everything, but he had little patience for two faced dealings like the ones she had experienced before leaving home. That was confirmed over and over when he would suggest helping the people, rather than ungrateful nobles that would reach out to the leaders, and in the times that he would become exasperated when Leliana would suggest underhanded schemes to gain favour for the fledgling Inquisition.

She decided that she thought of him as a good man, despite how annoying she often found him and his constant arguing.

She licked her lips, trying to find words for the way she felt about that particular experience.

“I’m not sure… that I’ve necessarily processed it just yet.” She spoke finally, turning away from him and moving to sit at the edge of her bed.

He watched her silently, waiting for her to continue.

“I haven’t really had time to think about it – not that I’ve wanted to.” She let out a humourless laugh. “But… I think I will be alright. Everyone is alright. For now. I just need to continue reminding myself of that fact.”

“Have you slept?” He prodded gently, his voice quiet.

She met his gaze again. It wasn’t a question she really wanted to answer.

“I don’t often sleep much on the road, so if I appear tired, that is likely why.”

Eloise was evading the question. They both knew it. She watched concern and disbelief flash across his face. He struggle silently with something for a moment. Eloise held her breath hoping that he would decide not to push the issue.

He didn’t. He didn’t want to scare her off from this delicate trust she seemed to place in him, when he had done nothing to deserve it.

“I suppose,” he began, “I should leave you be then, I seem to have, ah… interrupted your rest.” He swallowed hard and diverted his eyes again, glancing around the cabin.

She watched him, slightly confused again.

“That’s alright.” She said softly. “I… appreciate you checking in on me.”

His eyes snapped back to hers. He cleared his throat, making a split second decision he hoped he wouldn’t regret later.

“If you ever feel the need to talk about what happened… or about anything… please don’t hesitate to come see me.”

She was once again startled into silence. She gaped at him, and scrambled about in her head for words. He was the last person she would have expected such an offer from.

“Oh… well… I, ah…” She forced herself to stop talking to collect her thoughts, and she noticed he winced at her sudden quiet, one hand had snaked up around to rub the back of his neck, his eyes on the floor.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb you…” She said hesitantly.

She waited for him to look at her.

“That is, you always seem so busy with missives and training the soldiers I would not want to be a bother. You have enough on your plate as it is… no?”

She thought she saw a hopeful gleam to his eyes as he straightened, his hands coming back to rest on the pommel of his sword, as they so often did.

“I would welcome the distraction… and the company.”

She tried to mask her surprise, and after a moment a small smile spread across his face.

She let out a startled laugh, the sound loud in the quiet of her cabin.

“You should do that more often.” She said without thinking.

He raised his eyebrows, “What’s that?”

She realized it was too late to retreat now.

“Smile.” She said simply, standing and walking past him, so she wasn’t looking at him as she continued, “It makes you look rather kind… and handsome.”

She heard a small choking noise from behind her, as she opened the door slowly, waiting a moment before turning back to him.

He had stopped mid turn, and she could see his face was burning.

It was her turn to nearly choke when he turned fully to her again, and smiled at her again, shyly, but wider this time.

“You should do that more often,” He said softly as he came to a stop in front of her.

Her breath caught as she looked up at him, smiling down at her.

“What’s that?” She asked mimicking his earlier question.

He looked hesitant for a moment before reaching out and brushing some of her hair behind her ear, “Wear your hair down. It is quite beautiful.”

Eloise felt her mouth fall open into an ‘O’ and she felt, for the first time that evening, standing there with the cold breeze sweeping through the open door, that her cabin was too warm.

She watched as his smile grew even more, some of the shyness falling away into a quiet confidence.

“Good night, Herald. Feel free to come ‘bother’ me, if you have the want or need.”

With that he nodded to her and turned and walked out of the dim light of her cabin into the dark night.

Eloise watched for a moment, mesmerized by the way the light from the two moons reflected and danced across his armor.

She shook herself awake again, closing the door, and falling against it. She slid down, until she was sitting and staring unseeingly into the center of the room.

What just happened?

[rosarosesgarden]

Retirement of Old Shinobi

The apartment wasn’t as far off from the main part of the village as it seemed to be. It was a nice three bedroom, one for the ninken, one made into a mini gym/storage room. The last bedroom was the Master bedroom was a good size. A queen size bed, large pillows on each side were two nightstands. Each had a lamp on it, one had a nice stack of books, a couple of framed pictures, a bottle of aspirin. The other had multiple pictures on it with a few hand weights on it along with an alarm clock that went off every day at six am. Today the alarm clock went off when a large hand reached over pressing the off button. Normal Gai was up ready to go running and had it not been for the promise he made to Kakashi to take today off.

After retiring the two had finally moved into the new apartment that took them a good few months to pick out. They had thought it would be easy but turns out picking a home you wanted to live in for the rest of your life was harder than it looked. One everything had settled, the last box unpacked, their uniforms hung up in clothes bags to keep them safe they two had celebrated with food, sake, a passionate night of lovemaking. The first few days was nice but soon they got bored.

No mission, no training students, pretty much the life they were used too since they were just toddlers was gone. They started to make some plans. A list of things to do, challenges places to visit when Gai noticed something in the newspaper he was reading, his hair pulled up in a bun.

“Looks like one of your favorite Authors is in town. We should go see him.” Gai held up the paper as Kakashi was making some tea, still looking half asleep, he turned. “He’s having signings. You can get your books signed.”

Yawning Kakashi pushed his hair back walking over taking the paper reading it. “It’s today. I wonder if they have a long line already?”  

“We can go see. It says it won’t start until noon and the signing is over at five. We can at least try,” Gai took the paper back rading it over seeing the bookstore they were having at was only a fifteen minute walk from their home. “It’s only ten now. We can get ready and go.”

“Alright, do you want to take a shower first or me?” Kakashi went back over to the stove picking up the kettle after it started to whistle. Pouring two cups into mugs he returned to kitchen table setting one down as stood next to Gai blowing the steam away as he took a small sip. “And do you want to eat out or should we make something?”

“You go first, it’ll wake you up.” Gai chuckled. “If you don’t I know you’ll just go back to sleep.”

“Well, you're not wrong,” Kakashi smiled as they drink their tea in silence until it was gone. Taking the ugs to the sink he set them into it. “I’ll be out in ten minutes.”

“Alright see you in half an hour.”

--

After Kakashi had taken a hot shower for an half hour  he came out drying his hair. He had grown it out long. It went passed his shoulders, the ends still a bit if spikes but now it was wet and heavy. A part of him felt like he needed to cut it, an old habit of being a shinobi and not wanting it to get caught on anything.

Ironically he could dodge almost anything but once it had gotten long enough it would get caught on many random things until he learned to put it in a ponytail. He remembers a long time ago his Dad growing his hair out pulling it into a low ponytail. A part of him wondered if his Dad had the same struggles at first.

As he went to dry up Gai wheeled himself into the bathroom closing the door. If anyone ever thought that Gai had trouble living in a wheelchair they were wrong. Kakashi used his towel drying his hair, his left eye closed. He still had a bad habit of keeping it closed even though he didn’t have the sharingan he often forgot that he could use both eyes.

Sitting on the bed he looked into the wall mirror they had there and opened his left eye. Taking the towel he wrapped it around his hair squeezing most of the water out. Tossing it into the laundry basket he grabbed a brush to detangle his hair. A fun thing he learned was that where his Dad had soft thing hair he had soft thick hair that loved to fight him. A few times he braided it so it wouldn't get tangled at night only to end up with wavy hair that looked like someone had shocked him with a teaser.

By the time Gai came out in a robe rolling over to dry his own hair Kakashi had finally gotten his hair untabled. He let it dry for a few minutes until he could put it in a side ponytail. He helped Gai comb his hair, much to his jealous, the hair combed out easy. Getting ready took only a few minutes. Their training made them have internal timmers to want to get dressed as quickly as possible. After leaving their apartment, Kakashi had packed his books up in a side bag, he put a medical mask on as they made their way down the road. They stopped to grab some rice ball, a few mochics and some water on their way. By the time they got to the bookstore it had a decent line. Nothing to lage but nothing to small either. They got in line.

-- “I thought you brought a book or two.” Gai said as they left three hours later. “I didn’t know you had brought all elven volumes.”

“He signed them all though, which it good because buying signed ones is a lot more expensive,” Kakashi smiled behind his mask before holding up a new one. “And I got the next on in the series. I can’t wait to read it.” “Well we’re out did you want to do anything?”

“Hm, well, we do have to buy some more dog food, food for us and I don’t remember if we paid out light bill.” Kakashi took out his book, reaching first for his back pocket before going for his side bag. “We could order some take out.” “How about we just go out for the night? Just spend time out.”

“It sounds like a good idea,” Kakashi opened his book. “So, should we head home then or just stay out until it’s time for dinner and count that as going out late?”

“I say getting the shopping done, make sure the bill is paid before heading home.” Gai chuckled as they headed towards the building where they paid their elteric. “Even you can’t read in the dark.”   --

Grocery store shopping was a lot diffrent now then it was when on active duty. On active duty they normally bought what they needed for he day, made for in the morning so they’d have a breakfeast, lunch and dinner all prepeared for a long day,

Now shopping for the week was a bit hard. They had to pick out things that had to last for the week. No skimming on food portions, instead of buying a hald loaf of break they bought two, a pound of cheese, more then one or two of each fresh veggitables and fruits. When they first moved in they had ended up going to the store everyday out of habbit for a good three weeks before realizing that they weren’t on standby for missions.

“How come we don’t just buy box dinners? Just buy a lot of ground beef and box dinners for the next week.”

“Unlike you I can’t survive on hamburger helpers.” Chuckled Gai as they were at the check out, the cashier ringing up the items. “Besides we need to eat healthy.”

“I’m just saying it would be easier.” Kakashi smiled a bit behind his mask. They checked out, paying for the food as they headed home. Most of the bags fit on the handles of Gai’s wheelchair. “Where should we go eat tonight?” “Anywhere is good, there’s planet of places. We can go to a barbecue grill, ramen, dango, and anything else,” They could sit down without eating to quickly incase someone showed up with a mission. Take their time eating. “We can order out and eat it at home too.”

“I can go for Korean barbeque,” Nodding Kakashi as they headed back to their apartment. First floor, no leaping from windows  anymore. “It’s a cook it yourself right?”

“Yes, and I hear they have the best cuts too! Ah, what a youthful thing to do!”

Laughing a little Kakashi unlocked the door as they worked together putting things away. Something still strang about putting things away instead of putting the one bag of box dinners on the table, tossing a pound of ground beef into the fridge and calling it a day. It was also a strange thing to open the fridge seeing it filled with food. Two actual gallons of milk instead of a half gallon that lasted forever.

Now they were lucky if the two full gallons lasted for five days. Still it as comfort to know that it wouldn't’ go bad. As they put the food away Gai turned on the small tv they had in the kitchen with the news playing. They were talking about a few things that happened, a new cafe opening, something about free cat adoption day, the weather and so on.

When they accounted a speech from the Seventh Hokage both of them turned to watch Naruto speaking about the progress of rebuilding of the last part of the Leaf village. It was strange to know that this once little boy, no more than twelve was now the strongest Hokage they had ever been. Well, people said that.

Naruto was kind, smart, something about it always had hope even in the darkest of moments, never wavering that everything would be alright. It such a strange thing to picture a little boy now man leading the country. Even when Kakashi had been Hokage he did it because he was asked to. He hated all the paperwork, remembering how fast Tsunade had hightailed it out of there the second she handed over power to him. It was so stressful that he hated it but took that with him silently.

However Naruto seemed to be really good at being Hokage. Peace, structure, he had somehow made everything fall into place. It was such a sense of security to know that with Naruto and his friends the Leaf was in good hands.

Putting the last of the food away Kakashi took off his medicla mask going ot the room to grab an acutal mask that fit over his neck and face. He had worn it so long that he had gotten used to it. His orignal reaosn for waring it was a childish one. Obito making fun of his mole.

A long time ago when both Obito and Rin had been selected to be genin at the age of ten, him at the age of six, trained my Minato who said their age for training was only expected because of the war going on at the time, a simple remark of it looking like a tiny bug was on his chin had caused him to feel embarrassed and he reacted in a childish way by hiding it under a mask.

A habit he never grew out of. Most people thought he did it be mysterious, so Kakashi let them think that. ONly Gai knew the truth when he had told them where they were sharing stories about things that happened they thought silly or why they had done them in the first place.

Walking back into the kitchen Kakashi leaned up against the stove arms crossed. “It’s still a little ways off till dinner. Want to watch tv? Read?”

“Hm, I have an idea!”

--

“Gai, don’t be so fast I’m trying to read.” Kakashi said as he was being used a weight. Gai was laying on the floor working out his arms as Kakashi was being a still as possibly as he was lifted up and down. “I know you get excited but i can’t use my left eye to read like that anymore.”

“I’ll slow down a bit,” Gai chuckled. “How’s your new book so far?”

“Really good. I can’t wait to find out if they figure out who kidnapped the bride,” Kakashi said as the routine continued. “I'm going to be sad when this book ends. The next one won’t be out for another eight months.”

“You can always reread the whole series,” Gai suggested considering it would probably only take his lover a a month to read all the volumes sine there was no interuptions. “Or we can go to the bookstore, find something new to for you to read.”

“Hm, I could use new books and a new bookshelf.” Kakashi mentions, he had filled up the second one already, a third needed to be bought. It was funny though, when they went to collect their money from all their mission neither of them had thought they’d have so much. They just set it for safekeeping because if they died it’s just go to pay other Shinobi but somehow with all the years they had put in they had plenty of money to spare.  “How many more more reps do you need?”

“A hundred and sixteen,” Gai grinned. “I’m going to a thousands.”

“Well, by all means don’t let me stop you,”

--

It was getting late by the time they had their fill of meat, some grilled vegetables, it was funny they talked about nothing and everything at the same time. Everything they recalled and yet couldn’t remember.

They chose to take the long route home enjoying the nice cool walk home. The wind felt good. Much different from running or waiting in the shadows. They could feel them though, the shinobi of the Leaf roaming the night, ANBU moving about.

Kakashi stopped for a moment looking up surprised as three Anbu made their way passed them, one bearing a mask, the one he used to have, but with different paint on it. This new Hound of the Leaf being lead by Cat and Dove heading somewhere. Probably towards the Hokage Tower for orders.

A long time ago he remembers seeing others with the hound mask until it fell upon him. It was almost unnerving to see that it was just passed down to the next generation. Even i it was supposed to be like that it still left a slightly sour feeling in his stomach. “Kakashi?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Just thinking about the past.”

“Come now, let’s live in the present,” Chuckled Gai. “Let’s get home.”

“Yeah,” Kakashi glanced back as the aura faded from the three ANBU. turning back he hummed a bit. “There was a new movie I’ve been watching to watch. We should rent it.”

--

Gai was setting up the tv looking up the movie they wanted to see. The tv was bigger than the had planned for but in the end thought about it, splurging on a tv for their living room was fine. After all they lived passed what Shinobi life expectancy was.

In the kitchen, Kakashi had pulling his hair back into a long pony instead of a side one as he made them some hot coffee. He could hear the small tac-tac of the remote from their wii, which Naruto and Lee had picked out for them, as Gai rented the movie.

Pouring the coffee into some mugs, which he now noticed the owned a lot more than glasses, he added some creamer in them, more so sweet for Gai, he liked it a little bitter. Going over he handed Gai his mug before sitting down next to him on the couch pressing his forehead against his cheek nuzzling his husband as the both smiled. Gai’s arm wrapped around him pulling him closer, still as strong as ever but Kakashi didn’t mind. He had thought he lost Gai in the war so this was nothing compared to the paint he had when he had no idea that he was alive. Now here just the two of them cuddled up together as the movie started, just being so close to the person they loved was the most content thing either of them had ever felt. The warmth be it the blanket across them or the beat of their hearts felt like the world had gone leaving just them in a beautiful dream that was a perfect reality.

[gaaragirl22]

What If...

I’ve been sucked down the Sondheim hole again. So Here is part one of my series on Passion the musical. Where Fosca and Giorgio meet early on and have a connection. He wonders why this ugly creature has latched on to his heart. She wonders why this man makes her feel..almost Beuatufuil. 

Fosca strides, purpose in every step, through the marketplace the only thought on her mind was her husband Count Ludwick of Austria. Dinner had to be cooked, fire’s had to be stoked, rooms cleaned all before he returned from his very necessary trip. One item was left on her list, Veal; Ludwick's favorite. As she approached the stall of the butcher she guards her heart. ‘A woman is a flower…’

“Hello, Good sir.” She greets a smile on her lips. She watches as he rears slightly back something she thought she would be used to by now. “I would like some of your best veal, please.” She requests her smile wavers as she watches his assistants staring at her face.After a moment she reaches into her purse removing a small amount of money she moves to hand it to him.

“O-oh of course Signore, of course.” The butcher finally answers. He turns and shouts at the young boys to get the veal cut and wrapped for her. “I-It will be ready, soon.”

“Thank ...you.” Fosca watches as he quickly turned towards the next customers. Noticing the whispers from behind her she moved to the side not wanting to get in the way of the next customer. She stares ahead at a tree, not looking to her sides or even at the ground, the whispers continuing behind her their eyes burning into her back, their whispers getting louder as she stares harder at the tree taking in the branches and the leaves, she sees a bird sitting on one of the branches. She watches as it cleans it beak and ruffles it feathers and suddenly it takes flight soaring through the air till it disappears.

“Signore?” A small voice calls.

Fosca looks down to see a small child holding a white package towards her. Her thoughts go back to the bird how it seemed so free of restrictions. So alive so free to change as it leapt to new heights. As she watches the child standing before staring into her face the whispers seem to rise in volume as the stares seem to grow in strength as she looks into his face.

‘A woman is a flower…’

“Thank you.” Fosca whispers to the child a smile crossed her face as the boy blushed. She reaches into her purse pulling out a small coin she hands it to him. “Have a lovely evening.” She turns towards her carriage. She hears the boy yelp of excitement and the rise of the whispers again, this time uncaring as she remembers why she ventured out today to make her handsome, loving husband’s favorite meal.

Once home she hurries about making the preparations for dinner. Memories of her parents floating through her mind, her father's indulgent smile, her mother’s loving gaze as she helped the cook make supper. With a smile she made the broth for the soup, thinking back to Ludwick’s reaction when he was told she had made the broth herself. He's sweet compliments raining down over her as he held her hand. She watched the veal roast in the oven thinking about Ludwick’s multiple trips none of which had been successful in earning him any money, yet. With a sigh she thought of their coiffures running low worried she would have to ask her father for another loan. As she continued to ponder about their funds a knock was heard from the servant door. With a deep breath and growing fear approaches it not sure who it could be, she opens it to see her cousin Frederick standing in the entryway.

“Frederick!” she gasps “What are you doing here? I thought you were off training with your battalion.”

“We stopped in town for a few days!” He informs pulling her in for a hug. “I wanted to check on you and Ludwick to see how he has been treating you.”

“Why use the servant entrance?”

“To give you a fright, why else!?”

“Oh, Frederick!” She exclaims slapping his shoulder. The worries of the day seem to fade in the light of her cousin who feels more like a brother since her parents took him in.

“Where is he? I want to surprise him as well.” He questions.

“Oh...Well, Ludwick had to leave on urgent business, he will be returning today. I’m cooking one of  his favorite meal to welcome him.”

“Ah, so he is neglecting you.” Fredricks states grabbing one of the buns as he takes a seat.

“No!” Fosca yelps startling both herself and her cousin. “I mean that he has very urgent business he needs to attend to so he needs to leave... weekly. For long periods of time and without a word because he’s busy.”

“So’s he’s not neglecting you?”

“No, He loves me.”

“Yet, He’s never home.”

“What is your Battalion doing?” She asks switching topics as she slides into the seat opposite him with a bright smile not reaching her eyes.

With a sigh, Frederick goes into a colorful recount of his battalion duties and functions describing his sergeants and generals in tasteful yet humorous manner. Fosca listens in a riveted fashion following his tale as though he was telling her the secret to life. Perhaps he was.

“Oh my, look at the time! You should head back wouldn’t want your general coming after you.” Fosca chides.

“Ha, like he would take the time. I must come to you again! I’ll bring some of my friends and we will regale you with stories!”

“Oh, come tomorrow evening by than Ludwick would be rested and he will want to see you again.” Fosca suggest.

They both rise and head for the servants’ entrance with a nod Fredrick’s agrees, stopping before the door he hugs her once more whispering into her hair. “No matter what I will be here for you, Cousin.”

“Thank you, Frederick, I will see you tomorrow.” As she shuts the door behind him she looks again at the clock two hours till he gets here. Two hours….

She goes about cleaning the house. There isn’t much to clean since it’s only her, mostly. She let the servants go months ago. No point in paying them to serve one and it saved her a great amount of money. She set the table, brought out the wine, set the food out and fussed over the candles. Looking at the clock again she notes the time. One hour till he arrives. One hour…..

She heads upstairs to get dressed she chooses her gold dress the one she wore the first time they meet. Fixed her hair in a simple braid with a gold ribbon on the end. Looking into the mirror she tried not to stare she knew she wasn't beautiful but...she was loved. Lightly powdering her cheeks and biting her lips she looks towards the clock. Twenty minutes till he returns. Twenty minutes….

She heads to the foyer fussing around the room while anxiously watching the street through the window. Wondering how her husband would greet her how he would rush in tired and sleepy till he looked into her eyes, then quickly sweeping her up into his arms promising to stay and finally...kiss her. He would tell her about his day talk about how he misses her and he’ll finally get a job close to home because he can’t bear to be away from her. Then they will eat he’ll praise her cooking and take her hand and lead her to the bedroom and..and….from the street she hears a carriage stop in front of her house she watches as her husband climbs down a smile grew on her face. She rushes towards the entryway fixing her hair in what she hoped would be seductive. The door opens and in he walks carrying a small bag he shuts the door behind him.

“Welcome home, husband.” She greets walking forward she helped him remove his coat and hold his bag. “The parlor is ready if you want to rest before supper.” She informs putting his jacket into the closet she notices a paper sticking out of the inner pocket. She takes it out and looks it over; it’s a gambling card stating that someone named Raphael was in debt by thousands of pounds. She smiled thinking how kind her husband was to take on a friend’s problem. When a thought floats into her mind and takes root; ‘He never introduced any of his friends to me’. She shoved the note into his coat turning she followed him into the parlor.

“How was your trip?” She questions taking a seat to his side. Picking up her unfinished needlework she went to work waiting for him to answer.

“It was...Business. Not much to talk about I’m afraid.” He answers puffing on his pipe. His eyes focusing on the wall ahead of him. Silence fell over them Fosca wondered what was going through his mind as they sat together.

“It would be nice to have something to tell my parents.” She reasons continuing her needlework.

“Father keeps asking if you would like to work in the factory-” She stops as Ludwick stands.

“I’m tried, Fosca, Can we...Not tonight, my dear?” He throws over his shoulder heading towards the doors.

“What about dinner!?” Fosca calls after him. Worried she had offended him with talk of work, again. While her family paid her dowry and helped them get their home he had yet to return any of it.Why did he marry her if he didn’t plan to grow with her!? Why?! ‘Don’t asks questions...He chose you.’  

“Save my plate, I’ll eat later.” He answers she knows that means that she would eat alone, if at all. His footsteps could be heard going up the stairs signaling to Fosca, again, that their talk was over. Fosca swallows her tears thinking that again she would spend the night with only her tears and a good romance novella. She puts her needlework away as she moves to blow out the candles and close the curtains. She silently moves to the kitchen each step resounding in her heart highlighting her loneliness, her pain. ‘He chose you! Love will come, eventually….’ Her mantra playing on repeat in her head as she cleared the dinner room and put out the lights, placing the salvageable food in the ice box. Her mind unable to come to terms with her life’s currents path. Thinking back to the many romances she had read the multiple tropes and tragedies the numerous endings she had memorized she thought she had it figured out that she had found a loophole for someone ugly, someone who was less fortunate, someone who didn’t deserve love. She ascends the stairs carrying a small lantern a small sliver of hope still floating in her mind. ‘Love will come, eventually….’    She comes to his room staring at it she wondered why it felt like more than this wood door that separated them. She touches the cold wood remembering their wedding night, his warm touch, A fire in her belly, a moment where everything was bright and colorful when she swore he loved her.

“I forgot to tell you my cousin is in town, visiting, he will be here tomorrow evening to see you.” She calls hoping that her words would reach him.

“I will be here.” His answer muffled by the door. She smiles he stills cares she thinks he will be here for me.