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elecman108 · 4 years ago

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Man, I forgot to post 90% of my art here for the past while. I’m gonna do an art dump in this post under the cut. Enjoy the bonk emoji if you don’t click the read more, and man am I dumb and forgetful lmao.

Includes: OCs getting names, a Sonic impression, a D&D map, homosexual energies, a sheep floating in the astral sea, a birthday drawing I already posted, Hex Maniac Ender, D&D Characters, D&D Characters as Miis in Miitopia, Little Hater Axel, local Demon in the consciousness of my D&D character yelling at him, illegal plants, a necromancer being cute, an actual event that happened in a D&D game two days ago, and Mermay drawing.

That’s everything in here as a TL;DR, I guess. Enjoy your day!

I’m gonna try and sort of have them in chronological order, oldest first, but I may end up putting them in the wrong order. If I do... Whoops, I guess?

[04/14/21] - This isn’t really new art, but I started to work on giving the four OCs of mine without a full name full names... I have not finished this bit, though. So Hunter and Akira have full names, and Warlock and Assassin only have temporary names. This may end up like Seven where I put in their names as a temporary name (7th OC I’d made at that time) and it just kind of... sticks. Lmao.

[04/20/21] - Alone on a Friday Night? God, you’re pathetic. I didn’t colour this one because it was a half-attempt at a meme image I still like it, though, so I might end up colouring it. It’s gonna appear again whenever I do my “unfinished drawings art dump” at some point probably in... June? I know I said I’d post them last month but forget it, lmao, it’ll happen eventually.

[04/20/21] - A D&D Map! This was to help me visualize the layout of my D&D character’s ship he used to be on. Also for my DM if they ever put us aboard the ship. The little fella in the corner is just there to vibe. This map is made of free to use assets from This Website, so while I’m gonna say DONT USE MY MAP WITHOUT PERMISSION, feel free to make your own!

[04/26/21] - Lesbian Day of Visibility drawing of yours truly, the disapointment! That’s... really all I have to say about this, honestly. It was just for that one day and that was it, lmao. I mean, I accidentally lined it in dark pink, so.. .That’s different, I guess?

[04/30/21] - Do Astral Seas dream of Ensorcled Sheep? Does the City know what Sheepleb is going to do? What crimes he may commit? Who knows! This was fan art of Critical Role ep. 134 if I remember correctly, right at the end when they jumped into the portal into the astral sea and Caleb was a sheep. Using my knowledge of the German language, I knew the word for “shit”, and had to use it.

[05/07/21] - This was already posted, but it’s going in here to dilinuate that it was drawn at this point. Also, aside from playing Miitopia, this is all I have to show for myself until the 12th.

[05/12/21] - Hex Maniac Ender challenges you to a Pokemon Battle! WIll you win against my team? My sis, who loves fairy types, pointed out to me that there’s a fairy girl and hex maniac duo, so I’d be the hex maniac. I spent... Over a week drawing this, because I basically had to redraw the Hex Maniac art from scratch in a higher quality size, and then draw myself over it. So... You can excuse the low-effort background for once. It was basically this, and then my birthday doodle from May 1st to May 12th, and then I took a break to draw up several D&D characters quickly for fullbody references.

[05/12/21] - Remember this art I made several months ago? I finally added my other two completed characters! I have three more named but without character sheet D&D characters, so for now this is just Kara, Axel, Golden Shadow, Kau, Cecillia, and Miri. Kress, Tempest, and Melia will have to wait until I make character sheets for them to be posted, and... For when I probably make more D&D characters. I have at least 9 additional, incomplete character ideas floating around, so... I’m never gonna be done this art, huh?

[05/12/21] - Speaking of D&D characters, did you know I’ve been making them as Miis in Miitopia? So here is their finished full body art next to their Miitopia self! Some of them look a little off (Golden Shadow, Cecillia) because of limitations of the editor and shading issues, some of them look a little off (Kau, Kress) because this is a human face canvas that I’m using to make a non-human face, and some of them (Melia, Axel) look REALLY GOOD. Common traits among my D&D characters include green eyes and tall. You wanna know why? Because I am tall and... despite having red eyes, I do have green eyes under the coloured contacts.

[05/15/21] - More D&D stuff! This is based around my D&D group’s current Rime of the Frostmaiden campaign where our Goliath Fighter, Nioh, ends up getting a little bit of hate for being cocky, and our little (well over 6′) hater, Axel, is just a man full of irritation. These are the tallest two characters of the group at the moment. Someone send help. Nioh belongs to one of the other D&D players, Axel (and his stupid additude) belongs to me.

[05/15/21] - This is what me playing D&D feels like. Me, the demon entity trapped inside the head of my D&D character, yelling at them to do things while the dice decide that they’re gonna get bopped a hundred times by a yeti and somehow still survive. This is also a reference to our first or second game where I just ran off like sixty feet to one side of the battle map to fight a Crag Cat and was just in Gay Baby Jail until like two turns later when I could run back to the others. I also drew him not in his winter gear even though this is a bit from when we were atop Kelvin’s Carin in an icy cave, so maybe that’s why he’s at low HP.

[05/15/21] - Melia has good gardening tips, such as Use A Mars Mii Trap To Hide A Body Because They Are Endangered And It Is Illegal To Dig Them Up. I love her a lot, because she’s the youngest of four, all four sisters based around the different seasons. She’s based around Autumn, so she’s all orange and yellow and brown and is so cute. Also she’s Chaotic Neutral, as if she didn’t need to be mildly more threatening.

[05/15/21] - Cecillia is my Tiefling gal who lived in a very northern town plagued by cold weather and snow, and Axel is my Pirate guy who spent most of his time further south on the high seas and warmer weather. So, naturally... I’ll use the guy more acclimatized to the hotter weather in the campaign where we spend 99% of it in the snow. She uses Tarot Cards as her spell focus, and I decided to sneak my other D&D characters onto her Tarot cards so naturally, Axel is The Hanged Man, given his backstory and personality. She’s a very cheerful and friendly Tiefling Necromancer of the Hexblade, so she’d for sure take care of those around her to ensure their success. Especially if they’re on her Tarot Cards, and their spirit comes to her aid when she asks for them.

[05/16/21] - Content Warning; Ryma thinks too much into local stupid moron’s lack of knowing how to answer a question and thinks too much into the reputation of Pirates. Poor Axel, man doesn’t know how to socialize with people who aren’t pirates and is used to being hostile towards everyone, so when he’s asked a question that his answer to is “uhh... no?”, he panics and ends up making a mistake that leads him to think that Ryma can read his mind. Ryma belongs to another of the D&D players. I guess me drawing all those spicy Cow Costumed OCs earlier just brought me to drawing Axel being a bottom in this, huh?

[05/16/21] - It’s Mermay, which means more OC drawings! Here’s Theo after drinking some potion that turned him into a mermaid, and Seven, tiredly, collecting his stupid boyfriend so that Lailah can fix the fact he’s turned into a mermaid. Mer!Theo is based around his sword’s colours of indigo-purple with red accents, which looks a little weird since Theo is the Blue one of the group, but... it looks cool, I guess. Seven’s just the same outfit as always, just no gloves this time.

And that’s it for the art dump! This was, frankly, MASSIVE. I’ll try and remember to upload both on Twitter and Tumblr at the same time, but... Ah... I have been drawing a fair bit. Just mostly sketches and linework that I haven’t finished and may not actually finish. If they’re not completed, I’ll dump them all into something at the end of the month or whatever. Maybe you’ll get the old sketch of the Axel face in panel 3 because in the sketch phase it was an Ahegao face, in the clean sketch it was a lip bite, and in the linework and final it’s just horny face. lmao.

Top ten things I have to remember for drawing: AXEL HAS A SCAR AND GREEN EYES. I remember his eye colour now, but if you look at his fullbody ref, he’s got brown eyes. And, naturally, I keep forgetting to put in his scar. He has more, but most of them are located in areas covered by his clothes. So if I ever draw him shirtless I guess I’ll have to place them somewhere.

Also maybe finish the reference sheets I have left to finish so I can post more of them, since I have two “Pets” completed (Roko and Mona’s nameless pet), but I have to do up Hunter, Warlock, Assassin, Akira, Myuut, and Stella. I’m betting when I do complete two more, it’ll be Hunter and Akira. Those two are the most fun to draw, at least.

#the disappointment speaks #drawings by me #OCs #D&D #art dump #Miitopia #of all of these drawings I gotta say the most cursed is censored bottom!Axel and the most blessed is Cecillia's lap nap #I drew a lot of D&D stuff lately! Most of my OC stuff has stayed in the sketch stage so #I guess that says something about what I've been prioritizing in my drawings?#Also that drawing a twunk as a twink is incredibly funny and cursed. love my pirate boy

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propertyofwicked · 5 years ago

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Could you write an imagine where dean proposes to the reader and it is super cute and fluffy? Thank you!

sorry it took me so long to get round to! but im lowkey happy with how this turned out and i hope it’s everything you wanted too! thank you for requesting lovely

let’s get married - dean-charles chapman x reader

requested: yes/no

warnings: implied smut

the sun gleamed through the open window-doors of your bedroom, where dean leant out, his features highlighted in the orange morning glow and the soft morning breeze blowing softly through his curls. he was shirtless, his back muscles causing you to stare at the same moment he turned to see you peeking at him. his lips curled into a small smirk, as he walked back over to your bed and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“morning,” he muttered, his voice deeper than usual.

“morning to you too,” you replied, squinting as the sun glared into your eyes.

“ive got to get to set, but I should be back early,” he told you as he began changing into his clothes for the day, “netlifx and takeaway tonight – your choice?”

“sounds good to me, as long as you dont mind watching clueless again.”

“oh god.”

“you love it really,” you laughed as he nodded his head in agreement.

you couldn’t help but watch him as he moved around the room, hopping around in attempts to pull his jeans up, and when he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. the smell of his aftershave wafting out after him, and you knew it would linger all day.

“i’ll see you tonight, i love you,” he said as he came to press a final kiss to your lips.

“i love you too, now go before you’re late” and with that he was gone.

the day passed and as the evening drew nearer, you got more and more excited to spend one evening with the man you love after weeks of early starts and late nights. you received a text from him telling you to order what you wanted as he was heading home and would arrive at the same time, maybe earlier. and so when the front door opened, and dean walked into the kitchen to wrap his arms around you, you were plating up the food that had come 2 minutes before him. he pressed a kiss to your neck, your jaw and moved up to your cheek, his hand guiding your face so that his could press a deep kiss onto your lips, his tongue slowly gliding over them and parting them. your hands moved to his chest, slowly pushing him away as you came up for air.

“what was that for?” you asked, chuckling under your breath.

“missed you, ‘tis all.”

“cute, now take your dinner, it’s getting cold,” you said, grabbing your plate in one hand and slapping his arse with the other as you walked into the living room. he took a seat next to you on the sofa and leant back, tucking in as you set up the film on the tv.

“good day?” you asked, bringing your food up to your mouth as he replied.

“not too bad, glad to back with you though. this must be the first time we’ve been able to do this is, what, months?”

“mhm, but im proud of how hard you’ve been working recently.”

“and thats why i love you,” he said softly, and you turned around to look him in the eyes.

“what’s got you cute all of a sudden chapman? what do you want?”

“nothing, just showing my love and adoration for you,” he replied, the smile never leaving his face and his eyes going soft. and then, silence fell, the only sound being the film playing in the background and the noises of you eating. once your plate had been abandoned on the side table, you leant into deans chest, his arm falling to wrap around your waist and rest on your hip. his fingers played with yours, and your head fell to the side, your eyes moving to look up at him.

initially, he didn’t notice, but he met your eyes when he looked down and he looked as if he wanted to say something, as he had all day.

“spit it out chapman.”

“spit what out?”

“whatever you’ve been wanting to say.”

“what do you mean?”

“you’ve got a funny look about you – so spill.”

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“you know i love you right?”

“oh no.”

“no, love, it’s not bad I promise. it’s just – i meant to do this properly, take you out, treat you like a queen, but ive been so busy im scared this may be my only chance. y/n, i want to marry you. it’s nights like this, when were sat like this, that i realise how important you are to me – i dont know what id do if i lost you and you found someone new.”

“oh dean, you’ll never lose me, and bold to assume anyone else would want me.”

“pipe down, you’re the prettiest girl ive ever seen. anyway, what I was saying was, lets get married? what you saying?”

“ok.”

“ ‘ok’? is that a yes or?”

“of course it is you idiot.”

“the ring is upstairs in my sock drawer, do you want me to go get it o-”

“shut up and kiss me chapman,” you say, pulling him in by his shirt and kissing him with all the passion your heart could handle.

“soon, you’ll be a chapman too,” he said, as he pulled back and rested his forehead on yours.

“what’s to say you wont take my last name? dean y/l/n – has a ring to it, don’t ya think?”

“honestly, id do whatever you want me to right now.”

“well in that case...” you gave him a look, and a sly wink in his direction. He took the hint and damn near leapt up, his hands going to the back of your thighs to lift you up and wrap yourself around him as he began heading for your bedroom, his lips never leaving yours.

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hardyimagines · 5 years ago

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Late Night

Drabble!

( why do I keep doing drabbles!!!! )

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The worn, old record player in the corner, perched up on the recently purchase vanity, was beyond slightly noisy. The scratching of the needle was agitating as you laid on your side on the gray sofa. You didnt have the willpower to climb off of the furniture and submerge yourself in silence. The annoying noise was better than being alone with your thoughts. And you couldn’t imagine any more stress than what you were drowning in currently. Even with the scratching, you’d still been replaying the events from earlier that day over and over and over again in your head until your tear ducts had run dry. Your sticky, damp eyes were growing increasingly droopier and you were positive that it was due to the late hour.. not because of the incessant crying. The clock in the corner ticked audibly, dragging your attention to it every few moments. It was three in the morning and you were beginning to think that Reggie wasn’t coming home. He should’ve been home hours ago.

The porchlight flickered visibly through the white sheer curtain that hung over the window. It’s dim glow held a faint buzzing and crackling sound as it struggled to stay lit. You used the back of your hand to wipe at your angry eyes before lowering your glistening hand to the sofa. Your leftover tears stained your skin, drying in place on your wrist. You rolled over on to your back then, to try and find a position that was comfier. You stared up at the ceiling, counting the cracks that needed to be fixed. If Reggie didn’t come home, you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

There was a dull thud from the room above, the sound of something heavy falling. The hollow sound was followed by a low grunt and then the sound of Ron Kray’s voice, drifting through the vents in the ceiling as he swore under his breath because he hadn’t meant to drop whatever he had. You sighed in heightened annoyance. Not only would Reggie’s lack of presence make it hard to sleep, but Ron’s loudness would simply add to the difficulty of giving yourself over to the impossible, but much needed, slumber.

You were momentarily distracted, ears alert, hunting for another sound — anything. It was quiet, apart from the faint buzzing from the porch light. Your droopy eyes fluttered, briefly gliding to the record which had somehow quietened itself. You didn’t wonder what had done it, if the needle had broken, you didn’t care. You merely looked away and focused on the dim glow of the porch light. Your eyes drooped further, threatening to fall shut and stay that way, but that didn’t mean you’d sleep. It just meant you were going to cast yourself in the darkness behind your eyelids. Your lashes fluttered harder, lids closing completely. You found it hard to open them and figured that if you laid still for long enough, your body would have no choice but to give itself over to the featherlight state of oblivion. Seconds ticked by into minutes and you could feel your body, drifting and drifting further and further away. Tossing and turning was sure to ensue, but even just a few minutes of sleep was better than none at all.

“You don’t have time for me anymore. I don’t want to fight with you, Reggie, but I can’t do this.” Your shaky finger clasped around the bright, expensive wedding ring that hadn’t even cradled your ring finger for a year. “You’re never home. You get here when dinner is cold and no longer edible. I sleep alone on most nights. I spend my days wondering what you’re doing, if you’re okay, if you’re coming home..” You roughly set the ring down on the table. It clinked noisily against the wood, drawing a narrowed glare from Reggie. “It wasn’t like this before, you use to want to spend every minute with me, take me out on dates, and now, now I’m lucky if I even get to say good morning or goodnight.”

“You think I wanna be out, do you? Away from my fucking wife?” He stepped forward. You felt small beneath his tall form, bulging and broad. He seemed bigger when he was mad. “Right, that’s what you fucking think. Yeah, I’d much rather be out, handling the club and dealing with the fucking Richardson’s, wouldn’t I?”

You were quiet.

“Come on, now. yeah, you had a lot to say a few seconds ago, didn’t you, babe, come on then.” He slunk forward further. His heightened stress made his tongue feel numb and his lungs ache for the addictive nicotine. He sunk his hand into his pocket and gripped the packet of cigarettes. Flicking the package open with his thumb, he grasped one of the sticks and drew it out with a shake of his head. He placed the thing between his lips before turning away from you so he could hunt for a lighter.

“I don’t think you want to be out there, Reggie, but you obviously don’t want to be here with me. If you did, you’d be here, wouldn’t you? I don’t even feel like I’m married. Feels like I’m just waiting..” Your heart ached with the question that always seemed to find its way to the front of your mind. It scared you to ask him because the answer really was unknown, but you had to know. You wanted to hear him say it. He hadn’t reminded you that he did since the beginning of the relationship. “Do you even love me anymore?”

The click of the door closing woke you instantly. You sat up on the sofa, defensive and alert. Squinting your blurry, sleepy eyes toward the door, a very soft, inaudible sigh of relief left your lips at the sight of your husband. He was dragging off his coat, shaking it to ensure nothing was left in the deep pockets. You lifted your hand to your face and rubbed down your aching head. Your dream had been a recollection of the fight from earlier. Word for word, action for action.

“S’just me. What the fuck are you still doing up?” Reggie asked gruffly. He wreaked of cigarettes and booze. You were sure he hadn’t been drinking, but owning a business that sold large amounts of alcohol meant that he smelled as if he’d drank the club to emptiness. His blue eyes were penetrative and studious, watching you as you tiredly stood. Gathering yourself, you smoothed down the wrinkled blouse you wore before looking toward the long corridor that led to the bedroom.

“Waiting on you, as per usual.” You uttered. There was no time for fighting tonight. It was late, you were both exhausted. You just needed to know that he’d made it home safe.. now you could sleep and you’d sleep good. The bottoms of your feet noisily pat the hardwood floor as you made your way toward the corridor. Reggie caught your small hand in his slyly, halting you before you could make it into the hall. His hair was still slicked back neatly as he peered down at you, wrinkled lines forming across the length of his forehead as he pursed his plump, pink lips. His white shirt was rolled at the cuff, up to the bottom of his wrists and you felt the warmth that radiated off of him as he cradled your palm in his own.

“Hang on a second, yeah. You dont mind if I..” His features looked so innocent — deceivingly innocent. Your heart ached at how sweet and vulnerable he appeared. “come to bed with you? Don’t really want to sleep on the fucking couch.” His free hand moved to the base of his neck. He scratched at the hair that resided there, smiling sweetly toward you.

You frowned in the slightest before pulling your hand away from his own. “It’s not only my bed, Reggie.” The lack of warmth embracing your hand made you want to cry, but you put on a brave, unbothered face and made your way back down the hall so that you could climb into bed. The clothing you wore was scratchy and uncomfortable, too hot and tight to sleep in, but you didn’t want to risk the fact that he could very easily come into the room and catch you undressing. That would lead to the easiest, best form of making up and you didn’t want that — there needed to be a conversation in the process of this making up. You dropped down heavily against the mattress, body heavy and eyes the same; but you didn’t feel unconsciousness tugging at you just yet.

Reggie followed you into the bedroom, a certain rock in his walk. His black trousers hugged his hips and held his tucked in shirt securely. He fixed his crooked tie and ensured each button was fastened correctly. He knew it didn’t matter how handsome he looked, the pair of you had fought and talking was the only way to fix it — not attraction or anything physical. He let out a drawn out sigh, an exhausted noise that made you want to inquire if he was okay.

You remained silent.

Reggie dropped down on the edge of the bed. His widespread knees lined up perfectly with his boots, thudding quietly against the floor each time he shifted. He pulled at the tie around his neck, undoing it from its looped do. He tossed it on to the chair in the corner before beginning to undo the shirt buttons. You laid on your side now, watching him undress. You were still mad, but you figured you could at least enjoy the view.

Maybe not.. you decided as your heart began to pathetically flutter. Weakening yourself wasn’t going to solve anything. Your eyes closed before he removed his shirt fully. His tanned, hot skin was on show for a few seconds as he moved around the room shirtless, looking for something else to put on that would be comfortable enough to sleep in. You were drifting once more, in between slumber and dreaming. Your body couldn’t quite figure out which one to do. So it resumed its recollection of memories from what had happened earlier that day.

“Don’t be daft, right, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, haven’t you?” Reggie shook his head in disbelief. His expression warned you to stop, not to push any further and just let the whole situation go. But you wanted to have this talk. You didn’t want to feel the way that you felt anymore. He was always gone and you deserved better.

“Reggie, if you loved me. You’d make time for me. The only time I ever get to spend with you is a few minutes in the morning if I wake up before the sun does so I can bid you farewell when you go off to work..” You hissed before cupping your cheeks in annoyance. The longer that the two of you argued, the angrier you were going to get.

“Put that ring back on your finger.” He was too calm. He moved away from you and the table and instead toward the armchair in the center of the room. His heavy body dropped down on the navy-colored fabric, arms finding their place on the armrests. He tipped his head back and allowed it to rest against the back of the seat, eyes closing after a few seconds. The room was quiet, so he didn’t have to strain his ears too hard as he waited for you to drag the ring off the table and slip it back on to your finger.

“I’m not putting that back on until we’ve had a talk. This isn’t how I went to spend the rest of my life. I’m unhappy.” The words were sharp, each one a painful jab to his heart. He shuffled in the seat, expression calm. It was as if your words didn’t hurt him.. and truthfully, they probably didn’t hurt too much. He knew you loved him. Why else would you wait to confront him? A woman that had fallen out of love would’ve just left.

“Not gonna be much talking right now, is there. I’ve got to go to work.” He told you quietly. His eyes fluttered open then. “But once I’m home, then we can talk. If you put that ring back on.”

There was a warning feeling in your stomach. It twisted and churned painfully, begging you to throw the ring at the bloke on the chair and leave. He wouldn’t be home until the sun was about to start rising. Despite the feeling in your gut, you snatched the jewelry off the table and shoved it onto your hand.

“You’re off to a great fucking start.” You barked sarcastically before leaving the room. The sound of your heels, loudly clapping against the hardwood floor, could be heard even once you’d vanished into the bedroom.

Reggie stood from the armchair. Hooking his fingers in his belt loops, he tugged his trousers up into their appropriate position before sauntering after you. His movements were sly, unrushed, and calm as he made his way down the corridor. The door at the end of the hall was the room that the pair of you shared so without so much as a knock, he turned the handle and nudged the wood open. You were sat on the bed, heels dangling from the tops of your feet as you stared down at your lap. He was still silent. His boots thudded loudly against the ground when he started to move in your direction and with every inch of space that was lost in the gap, you felt yourself tensing further and further.

It was only when Reggie came to a stop, directly in front of your knees, that you finally looked up at him. His blue eyes moved between your glistening, desperate ones. He hunched over, a gesture of his that you were no longer familiar with. His hands found the outer sides of your thighs, grazing them delicately as he closed the space between the two of you and took a few kisses. It would’ve been right for you to pull away, but you’d craved the lips he had on your own, so pushing him back wasn’t an option. It actually felt good. It was one of the things you missed the most from your husband so as he stood, kissing your seated form, you felt a little barrier around your heart break away. Your arms circled his neck, holding him close to you as you both kissed one another with such passion. Your mouth opened second, only daring to part when you felt his tongue eager to re-visit your own. You broke the liplock when you felt him lift his knee on to the bed.

He could make time for sex, but not for you. Your brain hissed. You ignored it. Savoring the kiss, you brushed your hands from his neck down to his shoulders when he pulled away. He peered down at you under hooded eyes. His hand moved through your soft strands of hair, caressing them slowly before he leaned in for one more soft kiss.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can.” He promised. He adjusted the tie around his neck and the wrinkled shirt before straightening. “I love you.” His confession was breathy, almost inaudible, and your stomach ached from how good it felt to hear those stupid, silly, unnecessary but desired words.

“Babe.” The snapping of his fingers drew you out of your slumber once more. Sleepily looking toward him, you fisted your hand in the cold sheet and shoved yourself up to a semi-sitting position. Lifting your fingers to your eyes, you rubbed the itchy, droopy lids, trying to wake yourself up. “You wanted to talk. How can we do that if you’re sleeping?” His words made you want to clench your jaw so hard it was close to breaking.

“I did.. I do, Reggie, but I wanted to at a reasonable hour. I had dinner made at 8, I waited until 11, which was pushing it.” You sat up completely on the creaking mattress. “It’s not fair to me, what you’re doing, I’m your wife.” The talk was beginning. “You’re suppose to love me. And it’s one thing for you to say the words, but god.. the least you could do is show me some affection. Today is the first day you’ve kissed me in almost two weeks, Reggie. I’m sick of sleeping alone. I’m tired of waking up to an empty bed. I spend my entire day wondering if I should just go to the club to see you. Don’t you get it?” Your eyes were watering. “I miss you. I’m lonely. Before you married me, it was like you’d do anything for me. You wanted to spend every second with me and now that I’m bound to you.. you’ve grown careless.” Reggie was still stood, no longer looking for something to wear to bed. His arms were folded over his chest, eyes squinted as he studied you. He was listening very closely to everything you said. “I like going on dates. I like being kissed in the morning and at night. I miss having sex.” Your head shook, voice growing breathier at your last confession. “Why the hell did you ask to marry me if you were just going to ignore me afterward? I spend more time with Ron than I do with you.” Collapsing on to your back, your hands moved to cradle your hot face. Every inch of your body was on fire, boiling from your rant.

Your husband sucked in a deep breath of air before slowly moving toward the bed. He placed his knee on the mattress before climbing on top of the springy surface. Folding his legs, he studied your expression, ignoring the dull ache in his heart. He knew he’d caused this. Being busy at work was one thing, but treating work like it was top priority was another. His top priority was right here, crying from exhaustion and emotions. “I’m sorry.” He spoke almost inaudibly. “Right, I didn’t realize how much time it’s been that I haven’t kissed you. And I didn’t realize how much time I’ve been spending away from home.. it all seems so routine for me now, to just work every second of the day.” He sighed before directing his gaze to his lap. “I miss you too, you know. I think about you all day, I don’t realize the hour when I’m heading home to you.” You sniffled quietly before removing your hands from your face. You felt stuffy and ashamed for being so desperate for his affection, but you really couldn’t help it. You missed him so much.

“I want you to want to be home with me. I know work is important business and I know you have to spend a lot of time at the clubs and with the lads, but I wish you’d spend a little more time with your wife as well.” Your words were soft and they pulled a little smile from Reggie. He leaned in in the slightest before pressing his lips against your temple.

“I do want to be home with you, right, I always think I’m home in time for dinner and then I get here and you’re fast asleep and I feel so guilty. I do, babe, you’re everything to me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” His hand brushed along the bedding toward your own. It was delicate and unrushed, a soft touch just so he could show you that he was right here. He wasn’t going anywhere and he wasn’t letting you go either.

Believing him and forgiving him was so easy because he was so convincing, but actions spoke louder than words, so you knew you’d have to wait until tomorrow to see if he kept his promise. Nodding along to him as he spoke, your small hand wrapped around his larger one more securely, cradling it before you slid toward him so you could wrap your free arm around his strong, broad shoulders. It had been forever since he’d held you while the pair of you rested, so tonight you weren’t giving him a choice. You lugged his big body down, completely on top of your own, and slumped in place. Embracing him snugly, your warm lips found the side of his neck so when you spoke, your words traveled up to his ear.

“I don’t ever want to lose you, Reggie. You mean everything to me.” His skin tickled from your hot breaths, goosebumps rising on his flesh as you spoke. He locked his arms around you securely before turning his head and stealing a very soft kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He murmured as he set his forehead against your own. “I married you because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, yeah, so I’ll make some changes with my work schedule. I don’t want you being sad..” He’d had experience with a sad wife in the past and it had torn him to pieces. He couldn’t imagine going through something so painful again. His arms tightened around you and his face pushed into your shoulder so he could bury his features in the warmth of your skin. “This is where I want to be. I want you to always tell me when you feel like I’m not around a lot..” He loved you more than he’d ever loved anyone. He’d never truly understood what love was until you’d come along. He supposed he was still learning the right’s from wrong’s. Family came first. Work came second. He seemed to get those two mixed up when stress was weighing him down, but he was going to work on it. He couldnt bear the thought of losing you — let alone actually doing so.

His fingers laced through yours tighter, remaining like that as he slumped completely on top of you. He was a little bit heavier than you were able to handle, but you knew that he needed comforting too and once he’d had what he needed, he’d roll to the side and guide you with him. Your eyes droopily closed and your free arm slid from his shoulders, south to circle his waist. You clutched onto him gratefully, body feeling deliciously warm and delightfully light. Tonight you weren’t sleeping alone.

Time would tell if he would keep his word, but for now you just wanted to bask in his warmth and soak up every ounce of affection he gave. Who knew when he’d do this again? Tomorrow? Next month? Your eyes closed even tighter and your body wiggled to get closer to his own. You wanted to savor this. Sweet Reggie could be gone tomorrow and Mr. Kray could very well decide he’d much rather stay at the club until 3 am again.

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camillemontespan · 6 years ago

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jealous heart [drake walker x mc]

Pairing: Drake Walker & Camille (my MC in the game)

Synopsis: Camille goes in search of Drake in the palace library which also doubles as a bar, so obviously he can be found here. She finds him... and Kiara. But how can she be jealous when he isn’t even hers and she is still in the running to be Queen?

‘Okay, so today you are getting to know King Constantine and Queen Mother Regina. You need to show how much you want to be Queen and also show how much you have learned about Cordonia. This is a big day, Camille. Any issues and this will reflect on you, on House Beaumont, on our entire position in the competition.’ Bertrand was filling in Camille on today’s activities while she was trying on numerous outfits. ‘Remember: you live and breathe Cordonia and are so grateful to be taken away from your old life as a waitress in New York-’ ‘But my old life wasn’t so bad-’ Bertrand held up a hand. ‘They don’t need to know that. Besides, you were a waitress in a dive bar and lived in a studio apartment.’ Camille’s shoulders sagged. She caught Maxwell looking at her, a pained expression on his face. ‘Bertrand, maybe I can take it from here,’ he said. ‘You go and deal with more pressing Beaumont affairs.’ Bertrand glared at him. ‘’This is a pressing Beaumont affair.’ Maxwell slyly pointed at Camille, who was staring at the floor. Bertrand turned pink. ‘I’m sorry Camille if I’ve upset you. Sorry. I’ll go.’ He left the room. Maxwell stepped closer to Camille. ‘Camille, are you okay?’ She looked up at him and he saw with shock that there were tears in her eyes. ‘No, Maxwell. I’m not.’

She sat down shakily on the chaise-lounge and clasped her hands together. Maxwell sat down beside her. ‘What’s wrong? Is it because Bertrand said you lived in a studio apartment? I’ve heard those are very different to palaces.’ Camille shook her head. ‘No, although that did sting a bit. I just feel like my heart isn’t in this competition. Like, it’s somewhere else.’ ‘Somewhere else?’ Maxwell ventured. Camille sighed. ‘Someone else.’ Maxwell drew in a breath. ‘Um... can I ask who?’ He tried to push down the hope he had. He had had a small crush on Camille since he had gotten to know her. She was always kind to him and funny and treated him like he was worth something, unlike everyone else who viewed him as the village idiot. ‘I’m falling for Drake,’ she said quickly, wanting to get the confession over with. Maxwell’s eyes widened. Forget his own feelings, she liked Drake! This was huge! ‘Camille! How long have you liked him?!’ ‘A while... it’s been a slow burner.’ Maxwell gulped. ‘Would he make you happy?’ Camille looked at him, her eyes sad. ‘I think he would. I can be myself with him.’ ‘Does he know you like him?’ Camille broke eye contact and stared ahead of her. ‘He does. We’ve had... moments. But he seems to believe I’m delusional and that I can’t ever love him. That he doesn’t deserve to be loved.’ Maxwell frowned. He had never seen Drake as the type to be emotional. He always saw this sarcastic, frowning man who enjoyed whiskey a little too much and never wanted to join in with his dance parties. He closed his eyes and all thoughts about Camille ever liking Maxwell back were gone. Though he liked her, he could see now that he had been blind. He thought back to the moments when Camille would insist that Drake join her, Maxwell and Hana for a drink. Or the times in the ballroom when she would sit beside Drake in the corner while everyone else danced. Or even when Camille would be joking around with Hana and Maxwell would glimpse Drake looking at her, a faint smile on his lips. It was so obvious now. And Maxwell wanted her to be happy. ‘You should find him,’ he said. ‘Tell him again how you feel and how happy he would make you.’ She frowned at him. ‘What about House Beaumont?’ Maxwell smiled. It was typical of her to think of others before herself. It was one reason why he liked her. ‘We’ll manage. I’ll think of a money making idea to keep us afloat. I just want you to be happy.’ ‘But the competition... Liam...’ she whispered. ‘There’s so much riding on this.’ Maxwell shrugged. ‘Liam could always pick Olivia. Go find Drake.’ She squeezed his hand. ‘Thank you, Maxwell.’ He squeezed hers back ‘Go get him, tiger.’

She wandered round the palace trying to find him until she worked out that he must be in the library. The library also doubled as a bar, which made her want to kick herself because of course he would be in the bar. With new resolve, she made her way to the library. She entered and stopped short. She saw him instantly - her eyes always found him first in a crowded room. It was always the way. He was near the back facing her and was emptying his whiskey glass. She was about to walk over to him when she spotted another woman sit at his table, her back to Camille. The woman handed him another drink and Drake smiled at her, toasting his glass with hers. The woman looked to the side and Camille drew in a breath. It was Kiara.

Kiara had admired Drake since the day of the barn raising when Drake had helped her from being hurt by a beam. This act of kindness and the fact he had also been shirtless at the time didn’t hurt. Camille had spotted it instantly and had tried to ignore it. She had mentioned to Drake that Kiara seemed to like him but he had frowned and said he wasn’t interested. Now, it looked like he was. She watched them as they spoke and Kiara let out a shrill laugh when he said something. Camille’s heart contracted which she hated. Drake could spend time with other girls. He didn’t belong to her and she had no right to be jealous, especially when she was still in the competition to be Queen. She watched as Kiara leant forward and pushed a stray lock of hair out of Drake’s eyes. He caught her hand and placed it back on the table but it was enough for Camille to audibly gasp. He looked up and saw her in the doorway before she could escape. His mouth dropped open and he rose to his feet. Before Kiara could turn around to spot her, Camille turned and ran away from the library, back to her room, tears springing up in her eyes.

It was only two minutes later when her bedroom door knocked. ‘Montespan?’ It was him. Camille stayed put on her bed, breathing harshly. He knocked again. ‘I know you’re in there.’ She groaned and braced herself. standing up to open the door. He stood over her, his face pale. ‘Montespan, it’s not what it looked like.’ ‘It’s alright Drake,’ she said, moving to shut the door. He brought his hand up and blocked her from shutting it in his face. ‘No, it’s not. Let me explain.’ She beckoned him inside and she sat down on the bed, watching him as he paced the floor. ‘I don’t like Kiara. I was in the library having a drink and she asked to join me, I would have preferred to be alone but hey, she was fucking persistent and kept speaking in French until she wore me down.’ Camille shrugged. ‘You can have drinks with whoever you want, Drake. You don’t have to justify it to me.’ ‘I do, though. I don’t want you to think that I don’t-’ He broke off. ‘Don’t what?’ ‘That I don’t care,’ he said. ‘I care about you. A lot. I don’t care about Kiara.’ Camille stood up and moved to him. ‘I can’t ask you to not spend time with the other girls, especially when I’m in this competition. I’d be a hypocrite.’ ‘I told you I would still be here. When you make your choice, I will be there, ready to accept whatever you decide.’ She looked up at him. He looked distraught. She placed a hand on his cheek. ‘I want out of this competition, desperately-’ ‘I know, Camille,’ he sighed, saying her first name. ‘But think of how that would look. How embarrassing for Liam. The press would drag your name through the mud. I can’t have you pull out for me.’ ‘But,’ she said, her voice wobbling. ‘I want you. You know I want you. You make me happy.’ Drake pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. She inhaled his smokey smell of leather and the taint of whiskey. ‘You make me happy too,’ he whispered. ‘More than anything.’ ‘Drake, if he proposes to me, I’m saying no.’ He looked down at her, his eyes burning. ‘He would be hurt. He’d feel betrayed, I’m his best friend.’ ‘He can marry Olivia,’ Camille said desperately, remembering what Maxwell said. Drake ran a finger along her jawline. ‘Somehow, I feel that he doesn’t want to.’ She sighed, clenching her fingers on his shirt.

‘We will work this out,’ he told her. ‘Not right now but once things become clear, we will work it out. Don’t worry. I’m with you on this.’ She nodded and his lips brushed hers. ‘I promise I won’t speak to Kiara alone again.’ Camille shook her head. ‘That’s not fair. Besides, I know you don’t like her that way. I just saw you both and felt jealous.’ ‘But you know I don’t like her?’ he said, confused. ‘I meant jealous because I wish we could hang out in the library having a drink, being close and not having to watch ourselves. I wish we could spend time together in public without causing gossip. I felt jealous because Kiara can do that with you whenever she likes and I can’t.’ Drake rested his forehead on hers. ‘Maybe one day in the near future, we can.’ ‘Maybe.. it’s not certain.’ ‘Then, let’s just enjoy this moment for now. We’re alone, together. What do you want to do?’ She smiled. ‘Honestly? Something cute. Like a couple would do. Maybe we could order in pizza and watch a movie. Touch each other while watching the movie maybe? I have to meet the King and Queen later today but it will be nice to relax.’ Drake grinned. ‘Pizza delivered to the palace it is. What movie?’ ‘What do you like?’ ‘Anything, as long as I can watch it with you.’ She smiled and squeezed his hand. ‘I want this to be over. I want this out in the open.’ Drake kissed her softly. ‘Soon. But let’s just enjoy this for now.’ They spent the next two hours eating pizza and watching a rom-com. Drake hated rom-coms but he put up with it for her because they made her smile and he liked to see her smile. If he could help her in any way to feel relaxed, safe and happy, then he would watch a million rom-coms. He wrapped his arm around her tighter and she nuzzled into him, smiling, all worries about Kiara gone.

#trr #drake walker #drake walker x mc #choices the stories you play #the royal romance #fanfiction

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bitchwhoreofastorm · 6 years ago

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dumb thing abt almalexias childhood. dont rebl0g

It never snowed in Mournhold, but winter had come just the same; the sun grew pale and the air was chill and crisp. Such it was that Almalexia dressed in Nordic wool that day, and attended sword practice wearing scratchy trousers and a long wool tunic, both borrowed from her mother. The clothes would be warm enough for any Nord– indeed, the Nords mulled about shirtless and complained about the heat even in the coldest months– but for an elf of thirteen it was hardly adequate to keep out the chill, and she arrived at the barracks shivering. The Shouts needed only take one look at her before they pounced on her, and within ten minutes she’d been outfitted with a musty fur half-cloak and ugly steel boots that reached up to her knees.

Even the hardest Nord hearts found it difficult to be cruel to Almalexia. Chimer didn’t readily reproduce, and the occupation had done little to inspire hope in their kind, so elfish children were rare; in Mournhold Palace Almalexia was without peers her age, Nord or Chimer, so she sought companionship in the barracks, and played among her guards. Many of them fancied themselves mentors or elder siblings to the wayward girl, and took it upon themselves to teach her swordplay and the arts of war. Such was their routine: in between patrols, training, and quashing would-be rebellions and civil disobediences, the Nords would use their breaks to teach their adopted student how to wield a sword or play cards. Almalexia herself was a quick learner (if not annoyingly proud and sensitive, at times, but so were all royal children), and liable to spill the most interesting high-court gossip between sessions, so few were able to complain about the burden of her presence. The impromptu arrangement was largely considered a good one.

The Shout who volunteered to play teacher that day was Heigl, Almalexia’s favorite guard, a woman about seven years her senior, who’d joined the force at sixteen and thus known Almalexia since the princess was eight. Another Shout, an older lad named Hjaland whose affinity for magic made him more comfortable among the denizens of Morrowind than his own Skyrimisk kin, tagged along in their training, no doubt drawn by the prospect of seeing whatever elven magic Almalexia had returned from Ald Sotha with. The three of them set up in the training yard behind the barracks, sheltered from the wind by the high purple walls of Mournhold, and with Almalexia standing firm before a mannequin with her legs spread and an ebony sword in both hands, the lesson began.

For the first while they reviewed different techniques, with Heigl correcting and praising Almalexia in turn, each criticism gentle and sandwiched between compliments: “Your stance is just perfect, but let’s be mindful of your arms, eh?” Hjaland was less familiar to the girl and lacked tact, and his criticism (“An elf like you is a bit slight for a move like that, try holding the sword lower”) was met with irritation and defensiveness. Almalexia, to her credit, did a great job of reigning back her sharp temper, and attempted to take each correction in stride– within half an hour she’d indeed learned to hold her arms lower and her sword closer, even when idle, something she was usually slack on.

But nothing good lasts, and eventually Almalexia seemed to stop listening to any guidance at all, and her arms, normally too far away from her body, slumped and drew instead too close, causing her stance to go amiss.

“No!” scolded Hjaland, tapping her elbow with the tip of his own wooden training-sword. “Now your arms are too far down. Lift ‘em up, little elf!”

But Heigl, ever-observant, stopped and lowered her sword. “Hey, Lexie,” she said softly, “Is something the matter?”

“I’m just–” Almalexia had raised her arms when Hjaland tapped them, but now her elbows fell back to her side, “I’m just cold. It’s cold out here.” And the Nords saw that the girl was indeed shivering.

The Nords exchanged a glance; Heigl walked over to Almalexia, and stroked back her long hair, which the girl wore loose and falling about her shoulders. “Well, let’s go inside, then, little one. It’ll be much warmer in the hall, where the hearth is burning.”

So the three returned to the barracks; what it had been before the Nords came Almalexia didn’t know, for it was an unusual long rectangular building, with several long low benches and tables lined up around the western side, while the eastern side (the side that opened up onto the training-yard) remained bare, leaving adequate space for a muster. There was no real hearth, as Chimeri buildings rarely had them, but a fire-pit stood at each end, and beds of smouldering coals kept the interior pleasant and toasty. Though it was noon, the feeble winter sun had been hardly able to puncture a haze of ash drifting in from the North. The trio breathed sighs of relief as they crossed the threshold into the warm hall.

Just as they were setting up in the middle area, the western door swung open, and in marched a large and formidable figure. Almalexia, who’d been struggling to help move a dummy larger than she, failed to notice the intrusion, until her companions fell to their knees with a chorus: “Thuri!”

“Stand, men, stand!” boomed a familiar voice, preternaturally loud, causing the stones to quiver. “I’m looking for little Almalexia. Hath you seen her?”

Almalexia fumbled with the dummy, then dropped it entirely. Then, leaving the dummy, she stepped to the side, unthinkingly holding her sword in battle-stance before her. “I’m here, Jarl!”

The Jarl of Mournhold was a giant of a man– the son of one of Ysgramor’s companions, it was said, with Atmoran blood coursing strong in his veins. If he weren’t so intimidating one might consider him jolly. When he beheld Almalexia he burst into laughter, booming laughter that caused the support pillars to wriggle in their places.

“Why!” he exclaimed, “It’s you, little elf! But look at you, all dressed up like a Nord, and a Nord lad at that! Why, for a moment I mistook you for my boy, just as he was when he were getting ready to leave. Look at you! We’ll make a Nord of you yet, I say.”

Almalexia, embarrassed, lowered her sword and bowed deeply.

“Not quite a Nord yet, my Jarl” said Hjaland, standing from his own bow. “The weather outside was too cool for her, even with Balring’s old cloak, we had to come in to finish our training.”

“But she’s doing wonderfully,” interjected Heigl, “And she’s only a girl, even a Nord her age would be chilled, yet she didn’t complain once.”

“Is this true?” asked the Jarl, turning to Almalexia– when she peeked up she saw that he bore a grin.

“Yes,” Almalexia said, straightening up to her full height, “I don’t mind the cold so much, it just made it difficult to hold my sword out.”

“But she held it out!” said Heigl.

“So I see!” said the Jarl, his voice full and warm, like he was about to laugh again. “And have my Shouts been teaching you well?”

“Yes, thuri!” Almalexia said. “I’ve learned lots about swords, and swordcraft, and fighting. Everyone says I’m good,” she added, standing a little taller, “When I was at Ald Sotha, none my age could best me, magic used or no.”

The Jarl nodded, considering this. “Well,” he said, “In this case, I believe we have a score to settle, you and I.”

“My Jarl?”

“When you were a wee girl, you challenged me for my throne, and I said, aye, you may.” A few other Shouts had gathered around, watching the scene curiously– the Jarl’s voice was loud and it was difficult not to pay attention to him. The Jarl continued his story, beaming, “Yet before I so much as drew my sword you, relentless, used your Voice! Aye, you shrieked at me, little devil, and I was so surprised that I fell backwards! As if that were a real thu’um! And so it was that little Almalexia won the Throne of Mournhold, and became the Demon of the East.”

The surrounding Shouts laughed– most had heard this anecdote before.

Almalexia blushed deeply. “My Jarl, I–”

“Nay! I am not the Jarl, for you stole my Throne, little one. But now,” and the Jarl drew his sword from the hilt at his side, “I would like to challenge you back. Jarl Almalexia, I challenge you for the Throne of Mournhold!”

Now the Shouts were laughing, for the Jarl had fallen to one knee, and his expression was gravely serious. Almalexia, her face as red as her hair, turned to look at Heigl for guidance; Heigl, biting back a grin, nodded enthusiastically.

“I…” Almalexia, flustered, turned back to the Jarl. “I agree?”

“Excellent!” The Jarl, like a giant erupting from the earth, sprung back to his feet and raised his sword to battle-stance. “Let us begin!”

By now they’d earned the attention of most of the barracks, and poor Almalexia was so embarrassed she barely remembered how to hold her weapon. Deep down a part of her knew the Jarl would never harm her, and indeed, the Jarl began the 'duel’ with a slow and gentle sweep towards her side, which long training allowed her to parry by instinct. This was followed by a few equally gentle swipes, each of which Almalexia knocked aside without effort, and with each block the Shouts cheered, and the girl regained her confidence. Encouraged, she lashed out with a few strikes of her own, and the Jarl easily blocked each one, but let them come close to landing, to raise her spirits.

The sparring continued, and Almalexia’s confidence grew, and she forgot her embarrassment at being watched, and set about trying to hit the Jarl in earnest. He managed to block every blow she struck, of course, and threw a few at her to keep her on her toes, but the challenge seemed to inspire her, and she set into him with growing enthusiasm. Her assault was inspired enough that he was forced to take a few steps back, and this only encouraged her. When he knocked her sword to the right, shoving aside her thrust, she darted to the side and turned, moving for the opening he’d left--

“ZAN HAAL VIIK.”

And Almalexia stood, dumb, as her sword flew from her hand of its own accord and clattered across the floor.

“I see they haven’t covered that yet.” the Jarl was saying, amused. “A good fight, little elf–”

“That’s not fair!” Almalexia blurted out. She rushed over, diving at the ground to reclaim her sword, but once she’d picked it up Heigl grabbed her tightly by the arm. “That’s not fair,” she repeated, “You used your thu'um!”

“Eh, don’t be mad, little Lex!” The Jarl raised his hands apologetically. “Aye, I should’ve guessed you never encountered that trick.”

“It’s not fair!”

“Nay, but the gods en’t fair to your kind, are they?”

Almalexia’s face was burning again, and she wrenched her arm away from Heigl. But the Jarl stepped forwards then, and gently took her by the shoulder, and he was so large and so frightening that she felt the indignant fury drain out of her at once.

“Look,” said the Jarl gently, and he clasped his hands around her wrists, and brought them forwards. “Which is your dominant hand? The right?”

“Y– yes, Jarl.”

“Well. You’ll want to hold your right hand near the base, where this flair on the hilt is, and hold tightly with your thumb and finger in a circle.” He positioned her fingers such. “Can you hold that?”

“Hjaland said I should–”

“Hjaland hasn’t fought a Tongue, I’d wager. Hold it like that.”

The Jarl released her, and Almalexia stepped back, raising her sword into fighting-stance, but keeping the grip he’d shown her. “Now,” said the Jarl, “The very moment you see my mouth move, I want you to jerk back on the sword. Now, it’s going to feel strange, and you’ll feel like you’re jerking too hard, but I want you to ignore that, and just jerk. Can you do that?”

“I think so-- I mean, yes, Jarl.”

“Good, clever girl!” The Jarl rose to his full height, and placed both hands on his hips, the sword hanging loosely from his off-hand. “Now, ready?”

He inhaled, but Almalexia reacted too soon, pulling her sword all the way back past her hips. When she realized her mistake she exhaled through her teeth.

“Aye, it’s alright,” said the Jarl reassuringly, “Try again. Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Good. Now…”

A long moment’s silence, as the Jarl took a deep breath, and Almalexia stood still, sword raised–

“ZAN HAAL VIIK!”

The shout shook her, but Almalexia jerked back her sword, and the weapon removed rooted in her hand.

Immediately Heigl let out a resounding 'WHOOP’ of delight, clapping her hands, and the rest of the Shouts– who had been watching the lesson with curiosity– followed her lead and cheered. Even the Jarl clapped, and shook Almalexia by the shoulder. “Excellent! See? You resisted my thu'um, easy as a Tongue!”

Almalexia, embarrassed anew by the celebration, raised her off-hand to her face. “I’m not– I only did what you said!”

“Well, you did it well, mal fahliil! I tell you, we’ll make a Nord of you yet!” The Jarl leaned forwards and kissed her forehead, causing her to recoil, thoroughly flustered. Then he rose to his full height and planted his hands on his hips, turning to the Shouts.

“And you lot! Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol? Can’t you see you’re embarrassing the little lass? Be off with ye!”

At the Lord’s chastising, the Shouts turned and hastily returned to their business. A stern glance from the Jarl informed even Heigl and Hjaland that they weren’t exempt from this command– Hjaland withdrew immediately, but Heigl took the time to hug Almalexia, whispering a praise in her ear before following her comrade off the scene.

Almalexia still held her sword, her face burning, and when her Shout protectors had gone she pressed her palm over her eyes. “Oh, Gods, that was–”

“Glorious!” the Jarl interrupted her. “I thought– ah, but you’re shy!”

Almalexia mutely shook her head, but when the Jarl touched her shoulder, she fell forwards and buried her face in his arm.

“I’m not being kind,” said the Jarl, patting her on the back with his free arm. “There, there. But don’t think I’m humouring you. I’ve been naught but earnest! You’re turning into a good little warrior, Almalexia. How old are you now, girl?”

“Thirteen, or near it.”

“Thirteen! Well, you ought to be going off to Throat-Of-The-World soon, if you were born right. It’s a shame,” he squeezed her shoulder, “Your appearance is the only thing elf about you. I never heard of an elf taking so well to sword-craft, dragon-tongue, or the thu'um, not like you have. We would make a Tongue of you. Alas!”

“Ah. Thank you, Jarl.”

“Aye. But if the wolf sat about saying 'If only!’, he’d starve to death for lack of time to hunt. Come,” and he released her, pushing her away, so that she stood blushing and dazed, clutching her sword by her side, “Your mother’s looking for you, something about your Uncle.”

“Indoril Nam? Is that why you came down?”

“Aye, that one. Well? Do you want to go to your Uncle? If you don’t want to, I’ll simply tell him you’re busy. I’d like to show you more, we don’t spend half the time together we ought to.”

Almalexia froze for a long moment, and chewed on her lip, and looked away from the Jarl.

“… Could you?” she began, timidly, “Tell him I’m busy? If you wouldn’t mind showing me more dragon-shouts? Just so I know how to counter them, see–”

The Jarl’s smile was so radiant that one wouldn’t need to look to see it. “Very well, little one! I’ll let Amun-Shae know that Jarl Almalexia is busy with her poor servant Chimarvir. You wait here, mal fahliil, daar pruzah?”

“Geh, thuri. I’ll wait.”

And such it was that the Jarl, formidable and strong, ensured that Almalexia could spend the day learning from a Tongue how best to counter the thu'um; something that would prove more useful than her irate relatives could dream at the time.

#yes i did post this yesterday yes i did delete this while having a tantrum yes i am reposting it now #almalexia #fic

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greennightspider · 6 years ago

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Fated Instinct Chapter 12: Confess. Confess and Repent.

Summary: Sequel to Cabin in the Snow. Akari finds herself in a predicament after an accidental overnight stay in a cabin grants her the title of fiance to the chieftain-to-be M’Baku himself.

Author’s Note: Yes it is dialogue-heavy forgiveth meh but also YAY I MADE MY SELF IMPOSED DEADLINE!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 19(2), Chapter 20, Chapter 20(2), Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24

Bonus Chapter 21.5

M’Baku x Akari (OC)

“Please, please help me.”

Akari took a moment to process what was happening, especially because she had thought she was going to have to throw fists, not hold hands.

"Akari please I cant do this anymore." N'Ceba started sobbing quietly, tears falling down her cheeks leaving Akari to try to switch from ‘fight mode’ to ‘friend mode’. Part of her was wondering if this was a ploy for sympathy, but until she heard her out Akari decided to comfort her sobbing classmate with an arm and gently sit her down, as N'Ceba looked like she was going to collapse.

"N'Ceba,” Akari started, slowly. “Tell me what's wrong."

"Akari I'm sorry I'm so sorry." N'Ceba choked through tears. "I didn't wanna do this right from the very beginning but I had no choice but everything was fine until the challenge day and then you and Baku got involved and I felt like shit-"

"Hey hey hey," Akari tried to soothe N'Ceba, who was clearly on a rambling confession. "Deep breaths, just deep breaths." She calmly instructed, with N'Ceba following her commands, which seemed to slightly lessen. "Why dont you start from the beginning, okay?"

"Okay." N'Ceba sniffed. Act or no act Akari couldnt help feeling sorry for her, it was hard to watch someone be so broken. Especially N’Ceba. Aside from her current ‘personal space issue’ with M’Baku, Akari could admit that N’Ceba was nice to be around. She was generally a happy person, always smiling, always happy, always social. Akari had never seen N’Ceba even come close to crying, even she accidentally got hit in the face full force with a ball.

"A couple of years ago, my father and his family took me to the palace and introduced me to Uuka. We would often go to the palace as my dad is a noble. We grew close and as luck would have it, Uuka and I slowly fell in love. He was so warm and kind and caring, I mean how could I not?" N'Ceba sniffed with a nostalgic smile before biting her lip. “He always looked out for me and cared for me. And one day in secret, since Uuka isn’t really one for big huge showy things, he went and told my father that he was the man I would marry one day." N'Ceba wiped her eyes as she continued. "While it wasn't anything official at the time, but it was something. We were going to tell people after the challenge day.” Akari’s eyes lowered and her mouth slightly parted as she knew where this was going.

"But the on the day of the challenge, when Uuka lost to M'Baku, everything shattered. What I hadnt realised at the time was that my father didnt want me to be with Uuka purely because he thought we were a "good match". No, he wanted our bloodline to continue in the Jabari throne. How stupid of me not to realise." N'Ceba chastised herself with a laugh, and Akari couldnt help but wince. Whatever misgivings she had, she didn’t think N'Ceba was stupid for thinking her own father wanted the best for her.

"It wasn’t enough that Uuka was good to me and treated me well and that he was a prince, no my father wanted his grandchildren to be friggin heirs." N'Ceba scoffed.

"Right after the challenge took place my father dragged me away by the arm and told me that from then on I was to act in a way that M'Baku would favour me. Or else. You know he would have beaten me if he wasn’t sure that it would affect my chances at wooing Baku."

"Ever since then I have acted the way my father wanted me to act. Slowly becoming closer with M'Baku, playing the typical 'fangirl'. And I know this all sounds fucked up but even you remember people never used to talk about me and M'Baku until a couple years ago." N’Ceba "And then when you came into the picture..."

"You were scared for your life."

N’Ceba barely nodded. "My father had pressured me to double my efforts, but it was pretty clear from the Winter Solstice Banquet that you two were a thing." Akari bit her lip and narrowed her eyes looking up, wondering if this really was the best time to divulge the whole ‘getting love-drugged’ story, but Akari thought it best to save for another time.

“Does Uuka know?” Akari questioned, but N’Ceba’s face said it all. “Uuka is the 'or else' isnt he.”

“I kept my distance since then.” N’Ceba sniffed. “

“Please Akari know that I am sorry I never meant to-“

“Its okay.” Akari held a hand up. "I get it now."

“But Akari this wasn’t supposed to be just me apologizing, I also came to warn you.” N’Ceba took a deep breath before speaking. “My father… even I’m not sure what lengths he would go to… have a foothold on the throne. I know it’s dangerous to speak of these things-“

Akari gripped her shoulder, settling into her serious demeanor. "N'Ceba it is treason."

“I know that!” N’Ceba exclaimed, gritting her teeth. “I know. And I have known for a long time. But I care about M'Baku. And I don’t want to see you two, or anyone else get hurt in the crossfire."

"Have you told anyone else?"

"No, I haven't. To be honest my father has eyes and ears everywhere and I can't be sure who is watching. Its why I have to keep the act up even at school." N’Ceba made a subtle glance at the door. I guess I’m not the only one with trust issues here… Akari mused. “And what exactly did you need my help for?” She drew out slowly.

“To believe me.” N’Ceba gripped her Akari’s hands. “That is my favour, believe me. Please.”

Akari exhaled and looked into N’Ceba’s eyes, judging her worth. Her story did fill some holes, however it was the fact that she would even dare speak of treason to Akari, that she would risk the stature of herself, her father and her family to only ask for belief.

“I only have one-

“I have no feelings towards M’Baku.” N’Ceba reading Akari’s expression. “I still love Uuka.”

“Okay.”

“Like I really love him.”

“Okay.”

“Like have you seen him shirtless? Like I mean those back muscles though.

“Ooookay.”

“And like you’d think he’d be all nice and sappy but when I well you he can be damn dominant-“

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH INFO!” N’Ceba burst out laughing at Akari’s outburst, who followerd suit with a laugh shortly after. “Well I’m sorry! It’s the first time I’ve ever been able to talk to anyone about it. About.. about everything.”

Akari gave her a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, I am 80% convinced.” N’Ceba laughed “Well I can’t blame you. I’d probably be more worried for you if you weren’t at least cautious.”

“Speaking of… in terms of who to trust. I think there’s at least one person that I know of in the palace who would be forever trustworthy, and that is the high priest.”

Akari tried not to tense up as flashbacks of birthing potions flooded her mind at the mention of the zealous priest. “And why would you say that?” She grimaced.

“Oh,” N’Ceba smiled. “He’s my grand-uncle.”

“…sorry he’s your WHAT??”

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“My nephew. When will you let go of this obsession, this fixation that plagues you.”

“You know exactly why uncle.” The figure hissed. The two figures illuminated only in the light of the fire and candles of the temple, and the fire of the heated temper of the younger.

“M’Baku and Akari have been bound by the ritual.” The priest’s eyes followed his young nephew.

“It was an accident.” He scoffed.

“Did you not see for yourself at the Winter Solstice banquet?” The priest gripped his staff and furrowed his brows. “He has already pledged himself to her. They are in love. There is no going against the will of Hanuman.”

“We were so close.” The figure who paced in the amber light of the fire made no motion to show that he had heeded the old man’s words. “So close to gaining the bloodline of the throne and then that boy-” He all but spat, “Had to lose to that oaf and that harlot, Eshile’s daughter-

“Beware of how you speak!” The priest boomed. “They are the future bloodline of the throne, not ours!”

The priest then bit his lip in the silence filled the room after his outburst, tears threatened to adorn his eyes. “Why can you not let my niece be happy?”

“Happy??”

“Yes. To be free of this grudge, to be happy in her own right.”

“There will be no happiness for my family until we are where we belong.” The figure stormed away from his aging relative, who mourned the darkness in his nephew that saw no signs of regressing. He made for the darkness of the night that would conceal his intentions, gritting his teeth in the snowfall of the night. “Until we have what we deserve.”

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wordsandshawn · 7 years ago

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loved

Requested: Hi, if you want to can you please write a request where the reader's dad is an ashole and Shawn didn't know and like one day he hears her father talk to her in a very rude way and he protects the reader and stuff ? It's okay if you dont want to do it, thanks anyway :)

A/n: This was requested so long ago. I started it and its been sitting in my drafts for over six months, but I just found it and finally got around to finishing it.

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Your dad is a successful businessman. He's not around a lot, he never was, and truthfully, you like it better that way. You’ve never been very close to him, partially because he never really showed much interest in you, but mostly because it’s just better for you to not be too close to him because that way he can’t hurt you as much. Ever since you started university, you really only see him maybe once a year.

You've been dating Shawn for nearly two years now, and he's only met your father once. Luckily for you, that initial meeting went well, and for whatever reason, Shawn thinks pretty highly of your dad, and vice versa. Your dad is great at first impressions and tricking people into believing he’s a better person than he really is. That’s pretty much his entire MO, and you’re used to it by now.

"I couldn't come because I had an event for work." You explain to your dad for what seems like the hundredth time, but it doesn't seem to be getting through to him.

"It was important to your brother, Y/n. It was his senior game." Your dad says, then adds, "You should have been there to support him. It was more important than your work event anyway."

The truth was that it wasn't important to your brother. You had actually called him the week before when you found out you weren't going to make it. He told you that he understood that your work thing was really important, and he didn't mind that you weren't able to make it to his game.

You already felt bad enough about missing the game, you didn't need your dad to bring it up again and again.

"He got MVP." Your dad tells you.

"I know, dad." You say, sighing.

"Are you giving me attitude?" Your dad asks. That line is probably his favorite line, also a line you've come to hate with a passion.

"What? No." Your voice rises accidentally before you can control it.

“You had better watch it.” He warns.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, even though you know you did nothing wrong.

“Y/n, I don’t know what the hell you think you are now that you’re dating some famous kid. But you need to know your place.” He says, his voice cold and gruff and domineering.

“I know, dad.” You force your voice to be steady, but not unkind.

“Honestly, he seems like he’s smart and successful. I don’t know why he’s wasting his time with you anyway.” He says about Shawn, before brushing past you, not even bothering to hear what you have to say in response. When he moves past you, you see Shawn frozen in the doorway. You hadn't seen him earlier because your dad was blocking him from your view. Your dad still doesn’t know that Shawn heard anything because his back was turned toward Shawn the entire time.

The fire in Shawn’s eyes lasts only for a few seconds, but that’s long enough for you to know he heard enough and he’s pissed. He seems torn between checking to see if you’re okay and chasing down your dad to give him a piece of his mind. He eventually decides to stop at you.

“Y/n,” he’s speaking slowly, almost like he’s still trying to process everything.

“Shawn, just forget it.” You plead. It takes everything you have to keep your voice even.

“What the fuck? No.” He says.

You can feel the tears start to form near your eyes, and you swallow hard before repeating yourself. “Shawn, I said forget it.”

“I’m not forgetting anything. That was so--so--” He’s at a loss for words. You push past him, entering the kitchen where your brother is sitting at the counter.

“I heard dad,” He starts, ready to comfort you, but Shawn appears a moment later causing your brother to pause. It only takes him a second to realize that Shawn heard your dad too.

Shawn had no idea that your father spoke to you that way, and there was definitely a reason you never told him in the two years you were together. You can practically feel him fuming now. No doubt, your brother can see it too.

Your brother switches his gaze from Shawn to you, almost like he’s trying to figure out what to do or say next. He knows theres storms brewing all over, and you know it too. “I’ll tell dad you weren’t feeling well.” Your brother says, looking between you and Shawn.

“Thanks,” You respond, knowing that he’s giving you an excuse to leave, right now, before something worse happens. Sometimes you would think that he was the older one, not you. You walk quickly around the counter to hug him.

“Let’s get dinner next week?” You question rushed. “My treat since I missed the game.”

“Yeah, of course.” He responds. “I’ll see you then.” He holds his hand out to shake Shawn’s, “It was good to see you again, man.”

“You too.” Shawn says, a tight smile on his lips before the two of you rush out of the house. All through the house and out to the car, neither you or Shawn exchange any words.

Shawn had driven, but luckily it was your car. There is no way you're letting Shawn drive now. He’s not showing it all on the outside, but you know he’s still pissed. You get into the drivers seat and immediately begin backing out of the driveway.

“You’re not even fazed.” He says, and the quietness he said that with surprised you. You know Shawn is not one to yell when he gets angry, in fact, Shawn rarely ever truly gets angry, which is one of the things that drew you most to him in the first place. However, this quietness isn’t what you expected from him after what had just happened.

You tear your eyes from the road to see that Shawn is staring at you, studying you, so you shrug.

“Does he,” He pauses like he’s trying to search for the right words. “Does he speak to you like that a lot?” Shawn questions.

“Well, I don’t really see him very often.” You answer. And that is the truth. You don’t want to lie to Shawn, but at the same time, this is something you never meant for him to find out. And not only did he find out, but he found out in one of the worst possible ways.

“When you see him,” Shawn clarifies. To this, you only shrug. “Y/n, I’m serious.”

You know he’s serious, but you don’t have anything to say. He seems like he wants to say something, but he stays silent. You reach out and turn the radio up. The hour drive back to the apartment you share with Shawn is mostly silent. You’re tired, and you know Shawn is too. It had been a long day, before the entire thing that happened, so you’re ready to just go home and crash.

When you enter the apartment, you mumble that you’re going to take a shower, and you grab your stuff and head straight to the bathroom. You can hear Shawn moving around the bathroom while you’re in the shower, but by the time you get out he’s no longer in the bathroom. You get dressed and finish getting ready for bed. When you exit the bathroom, you find Shawn shirtless lying across the bed with his feet dangling off the side while looking at his phone. The bedside lamp is already on, so you turn off the main light. At this, Shawn sits up on the bed, staring at you.

“Baby,” he says softly. And you know he’s not going to just drop the topic like you would have hoped. He doesn’t look angry. He seems sad. He opens his arms, his own way of motioning for you to come over, so you do. You stand in front of him, and he pulls you closer to him. You’re standing between his legs, and he’s staring up at you.

You don’t know what you’re expecting him to say, but he whispers the words, “I love you.” You stand momentarily stunned. Its not because he said those words. He’s said those words to you hundreds of times before. But it was just the fact that he chose this moment to do it. You were so sure he was going to ask more questions about your dad, be angry about what happened, be angry at you for never telling him, but he didn’t. “I love you.” He says, louder this time.

You lean down, wrapping your arms around Shawn, and immediately he wraps you up in his arms. He stands, so he can hold you better. And that’s what he does. He just holds you.

After a few seconds, he says, “You know that right?”

“What?” You question confused.

“That I love you.”

You nod, “Yeah, I know you do. You tell me all the time.”

“I know, but I just, I just wanted to make sure.” You just nod in response. His voice is so soft, so cautious and thoughtful. “What your dad said, it wasn’t true.” He tells you forcefully.

“I know,” You whisper.

“You’re not a waste of time. You’re not a waste of anything. You’re perfect.” He holds you a little tighter.

Your breath catches in your throat and you force yourself to keep from crying. Hearing him say these words touches your heart. You’ve heard the opposite so many times, and even though Shawn has always shown you so much love and shown you that he really does believe you’re worth it, hearing him say these exact words really touched you.

You lean into him even more, and you feel him kiss the top of your head lightly. You untangle yourself from his arms and crawl into bed. Shawn follows closely and pulls you back into his arms. You’re tired, exhausted actually from the emotional rollercoaster that was this day. “I’m tired.” You tell him, feeling like everything hit all at once.

“I know baby,” He says softly. “Goodnight, I love you.”

And those are the last words you hear before you fall asleep. Somehow, when you’re with Shawn, you always believe him when he says those three words to you. He’s the first person you’ve ever really truly believed when he said that. He’s the first person who ever truly made you feel loved.

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orionliddle · 6 years ago

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three’s a crowd || orion, ela, & mitch

WHO: Orion Liddle, Mitch Roux, and Ela Potter @itsmitchroux @elaolivia

WHEN: Thursday after the Welcome Back party.

WHERE: Rho Sig house, Orion’s room.

WHAT: Mitch comes by Orion’s to get a fix to calm him down, too bad he doesn’t know to wait after you knock, finding Ela in Orion’s shirt and the obvious situation going on. Madness ensues. All in all- A HOT MESS.

Mitch

It had been... a tough weekend for Mitchell Roux. Like, really tough. Actually, it had been just a tough couple of days. After getting rejected by Ela after their dad on Friday, Mitch had spent the whole weekend stewing in his room, only leaving today for class and because his sister had told him 'it was pathetic for him to waste away in his room after one rejection.' So he left, he went to class, he went and worked out, and now he was headed to the Rao Sig house in hopes of replinishing his stash before going back to his room for the night. The guys at Rao knew him well enough, what with his friendship with Hook and his buying from Orion pretty regularly, it was just kinda second nature to see the Alpha Sig president roaming the halls. Finally making it to Orion's room, he knocked once, moer as formality than anything, before entering the room. "Hey man I need the best fucking shit you've got cause it's been a rough-" His voice fell and the rest of the sentance forgotten when he registered the scene in front of him. Orion, hair messy and shirtless. Ela. In said shirt. And nothing else. The sheets rumpled and clothes thrown about the floor. He could feel his stomach in his throat, and his blood start to boil. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Orion

It was a whirlwind for a week for Orion as well, but maybe not so much of the same reasoning as Mitch. Ela and him were together, it was strange to have someone to spend time with, to hold and to just be at peace with. And also, well, they didn't leave his room all that much given the fact they were pretty much all over each other in a honeymoon like stage. So that explained why he was in his room, later in the afternoon, working on a sketch while Ela laid in his shirt behind him. A joint in his mouth as he focused, he heard a knock and was about to get up to answer because he didn't want anyone barging in on Ela like she was. But it seemed whoever it was didn't want to wait, swinging the door open, Orion raised a brow at the sight of Mitch. It was probably awkward, but he certainly didn't expect the reaction the future king gave him. "Whoa...." He began, standing up, thankful he'd tugged on a pair of shorts not too long ago as he pushed his messy hair out of his face, "Uh, maybe next time if you knock you might want to wait a second....?" His tone wasn't rude, if anything he really didn't know what to say as he ashed the joint in the ashtray on his night stand and exhaling the smoke.

Ela

In bliss just lazing and watching Orion sketch, Ela had really only thrown on his shirt because she had felt a chill . She was certainly glad she did, however, when she watched the doorknob turn from across the room. Now, if it had been one of Ry's fellow Sig Nu brother's she would have just chuckled and easily brushed it off. It wasn't exactly a mystery what the two of them were getting up to in here between sweet words and lulls of just being together in comfortable silence. When she instantly recognized Mitch's voice though - her eyes widened and shock hit her like a ton of bricks. His reaction made sense, she hadn't told him who she was with when she said there was someone else. "Mitch - " she said, almost as if to tell him to level his voice. If he was upset, fine. Was this awkward? Yes. But she knew him, he had a temper -- and the last thing she wanted was for him to take out any frustration on Ry.

Mitch

Looking back on everything, Mitch would easily tell you he wasn't mad at Orion or Ela. He really wasn't. He was mad at the situation, at the way this had all turned out, and at the fact that none of those damned assholes downstairs felt the need to mention what he was walking into. Either they were all idiots, or they wanted to see this play out. Regardless, the anger he was feeling made his voice grow as he tried to control it. "Really? Are you gonna talk to me about manners right now?" He spat, looking between the pair. "How about your manners, bro. You stood there with me at the party and didn't even tell me it was Ela? She was my fucking date. And you just let me talk. Was it a fucking joke? Something you two could laugh about later?" And then he looked back at Ela, the hurt in his eyes back. "Really?" He knew that Orion was a good guy, and deep down he didn't mean for it to come out that way, but Zeus, she could've fucking told him.

Orion

His brows drew together, stubbing the joint out as he raised his hands, this was for sure gathering attention of his housemates. "Dude...." Orion began, shaking his head as he shrugged, looking back at Ela. He wasn't one for fighting, he kept things as calm as he possibly could, and considering he was a little high at the moment he kept his voice chilled out, "First off, when I told you I had my eye on someone, I didn't even know you two were together. If I had, do you really think I would've even brought it up? Things are complicated, I get that, but there's really no need for all of this man..." He said softly, not wanting to make the situation worse as he stood in front of Ela merely out of instinct at this point.

Ela

Ela listened to the boys go back and fourth, concern rising as Mitch was obviously not in the best state. She could see a mark just below his eye that caused her brow the furrow. What had happened? However when things were turned to her, accusing the two of them of trying to make him feel inferior or 'laughing at him behind his back' honestly hurt. After everything, did he not know her at all? Pursing her lips, she tried to put herself in his shoes right now. Yes, perhaps she should have specified who she was interested in... but also why? As far as she knew the two boys weren't ever close. She had easily forgotten that Orion dealing could have been a factor. "I didn't tell him." Ela admitted, she hadn't known the two had spoken about her that night but it was clear wires were crossed. "It's not his fault, it was mine. He didn't find out I was your date until later." Taking responsibility made her feel kind of terrible right now given the situation but she had to. Soon, she found herself climbing out of the bed. Ry may have felt like he needed to be between them but she wasn't sure that was the case and she needed to be prepared if Orion's relaxed demenor didn't diffuse the situation. "If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me." she said, a heavy ache settling in her stomach. She didn't know if bringing this all up again would make Orion feel the way he felt when he left her that night.

Mitch

A humourous laugh left Mitch's lips as Orion began to speak. Dude, man.. he was so fucking chill. Zeus, how had Mitch ever put up with that shit before? "Oh fuck you with your hippie stoner bullshit, Orion." Mitch spat, moving in just a bit closer. He had gotten into one fight today, he always had room for another. "No need for all of this? Shove it." He was ready to move closer, to grab the blonde and shove him out that damn fucking window with his talk of peace and being chill. There was nothing more satisfying then punching someone who was trying to get you to calm down. But suddenly Ela was in between the two, and any advance Mitch was making on Orion was paused. He heard her words, and he couldn't find himself relaxing any more. So she just kept quiet to both of them the whole night. "Fine. I'll be mad. Work on your fucking communication skills Ela, cause you would've saved us all this bullshit if you were just straight up from the beginning." When he asked her on the date. When she started whatever with Orion. If both boys had just known about each other, there was a chance things would've been a lot easier.

Orion

The laugh only caused Orion to give a slight roll of his eyes, obviously Mitch wasn't listening at this point, so he was going to drop it until he made that comment and Orion raised a brow at him, "Okay, yeah, go fuck yourself too dude. I didn't do a damn thing to you to my knowledge. So get over yourself, honestly. I don't wish you any ill will here." He admitted as he watched Mitch move in a bit, and Orion stood his ground. Sure, Mitch was an aggressive dude and he wasn't, but they were about the same size for the most part so he wasn't that intimidated. It wasn't until Ela slid up to step between them that he relaxed a bit, pursing his lips together as he glanced at the ground. He was caught up to speed already, but Mitch wasn't, so he stood there while Ela filled him in. But when the male swore at Ela, he shook his head, "Dont talk to her like that. It's irritating, but what's done is done. Just let it go." The blonde said sternly, clearing his throat as he walked over to his drawer and pulled out a bag that Mitch no doubt came here for and tossed it towards him, "There, you got what you came for. Free of charge."

Ela

When Mitch turned to her, speaking to her in a tone he had never, ever used on her in their entire time together, Ela tried her best to stand tall through it. It was hard, because not only did she know he was partially right but she also knew that this was all coming from a place much deeper than the anger he was expressing on the surface. Then Orion was defending her - which she appreciated very much, as shown by the look she gave him from over her shoulder - but she knew it was probably adding fuel to the fire. She couldn't imagine that Mitch appreciated being told what to do by the guy who's shirt she was wearing right now. So as Orion turned to go get whatever Mitch had come here for from the drawer, Ela moved closer to the dark haired man - her blue eyes sad but stern as she spoke low. "Mitch, I know you're pissed off but you are way out of line and you need to go." she warned, her expression mirroring her fathers as she watched Orion toss a bag towards him from beside her.

Mitch

He might've left, maybe, if Orion had just finished talking when he did. He might've listened to Ela too, but the second Orion toss that bag his way, any and all anger Mitch was feeling amplified by ten. "Fuck you" He muttered, grabbing the baggy off the ground and then brushing past Ela without so much as glance to shove Orion back into his dresser. It took everything in him not to punch the kid square in the face. "Do that again, Liddle, and I'll knock your fucking teeth out. Free of charge." He repeated the words back to him, the threat clear. Slamming the bag down on the dresser next to Orion, Mitch pushed himself away with all his might. "Save your shit. I'll find someone else from now on."

Orion

Maybe he should've kept his mouth shut, or not grabbed the bag, but in all honesty he really didn't mean anything bad by it. It was what he came over for anyways, so he thought the quicker he grabbed it for him, the quicker he'd leave. The free of charge comment solely to speed up his exit, but it seemed it did the opposite. The shove catching him entirely off guard, but he still held that same air of calm, staring at Mitch in the face with a raise of his brow, "....probably not the best idea, but I got it." He confirmed with a slow nod, clenching his jaw as he held composure when Mitch slammed the baggie onto his dresser, sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted to say something, tell him taking the baggie would probably help calm him down, but he didn't. Instead nodding with his lips pursed in a straight line as he watched the ever growing angry man.

Ela

The moment Mitch brushed past her, Ela's heartrate spiked and she was hit hard with the fear that Mitch was going to hurt Ry. She was glad Orion could keep a level head but she certainly couldn't do the same. Not when Mitch had been warned so many times and continued to take his anger out on the blonde in his own room. So as soon as she could wedge herself between the boys - her hands made firm contact with Mitch's chest. Sure, she had nothing on him size wise, but she was raised to work every muscle in the body to grow up in the environment she did. She knew she could at least get a little space between them. Pushing him back hard , it was clear that now she was really angry. "Do you want to try that on me?" she questioned. She knew that he never would but he had no reason to do so to Orion either. Regardless of what happened between them, this was just uncalled for. Her ears were burning and she knew if he tried to hurt Orion again, there would be no brushing past her. "Get. out."

Mitch

It must have been a look of surprise that overtook Mitch's face when he felt Ela wedge her way between both him and Orion, pushing him back rather forcefully. Zeus what the fuck was happening right now. He was seconds away from beating Orion up, for what? Because Ela wanted to be with him? He looked into her eyes, the rage he saw, what probably only mirror his own, and he felt himself breathe. Start to get a little more level headed. He looked between the two, and as his face dropped into what could only be explained as disapointment, he pulled himself away. "Sorry." He grumbled, running his hand through his hair before walking out the way he came. He needed to go back to his room. Deal with this shit somewhere else.

Orion

Chest rising and falling, but seemingly still rather calm, he watched as Ela got between them. She was defending him, clearly Orion couldn't do the same to calm Mitch down, so maybe it was for the best. He was about to pull her back, in fear he'd get angry at Ela, but he paused when he calmed down. Pursing his lips together as Mitch glanced back at him, he swallowed down his anger that was only slightly there under the haze of his high, he looked like he regretted all of this already anyways. Soon enough he was gone, and Orion nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared at the back of Ela's head, sensing her unease as he walked up behind her, "Hey....." He murmured softly, grabbing her hand as he pulled her back against his chest, "I'm sorry, I should've locked the door...I forgot, it's my fault. Things shouldn't have gotten that out of hand."

Ela

Honestly when Mitch calmed, Ela knew any other time she would have let herself relax too. But she couldn't. She had done everything she could to be there for her him in times of stress, grief, desire, lust. She had been everything and seemingly nothing to him for months and now he couldn't respect her enough to let her move on with her life without threatening to boy whose she now shared her affections with? Watching him leave, she just stood there - breath heavier than normal as she kept her gaze on the doorway. The only thing that pulled her out of it was the feeling of Orion's hand as she pulled her out of her firm stance. His apology fell on deaf ears. He shouldn't have HAD to lock his door to avoid this outburst. She was the one who got caught between the two of them - Mitch's angry words still lingering in the back of her mind. But instead of arguing, she simply let herself sink into his embrace, hiding her face between his neck and the stop of his shoulder. Being here with him calmed her - she knew she was right where she needed to be, but she couldn't help worry that Mitch was going to get himself into even more trouble after he left.

#discords: ela.#discords: mitch.#discords: all.#ft. mitch.#ft. ela.

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Interactive Introverts Richmond Summary! (Part 1 bc rambling)

Ok. My experience and a general summary. I'm gonna do my best I couldn't believe it was happening, before, after, or during it, and now I can't believe it happened. So.

I didn't get ready way too early this time! I loved my outfit it was so cute, and I drew whiskers on my wrist and my cousin did too :). I went over to my cousin's, and my aunt drove us to my uncle's office in Richmond. He took us to II it was so awesome of him. I was flipping out.

We got there and took pics with the signs and stuff I was vibrating and bouncing and shit I was so excited. We lined up and got in doors opened at six and it was a lot of little short lines so we got in really quickly. Immediately I wanted to go downstairs for merch.

We got in the merch line and like really like ahead in the line I was so proud of getting there so fast.

And I saw the like stand up thing background for the m&g?????? So I was like um wtf are they actually right there like thirty feet away from me? So I was watching it and had my phone ready to video. I SAW PHIL LESTER WITH MY OWN EYES LEAN FORWARD AND HUG SOMEONE. y'all you don't understand his hair is SO. BLACK. like it actually shocked me how black it was I guess it doesn't translate.

But anyway they had the last few people do the m&g, and then they left and Dan waved really quick and we all cheered and I GOT A VIDEO OF THEM AKFNDJSFBWJD.

Also, fan project tonight super cute just a pic of Virginia that said "VA LOVES YOU" I didn't know about it until I got there, but someone handed me a stack and asked me to pass them out and I was like um hell yes so I did that.

Anyway, we moved forward in the merch line and yo the line got so long I was so happy we went straight there omg. The merch setup was like really good! Very efficient they had a long table and everything up with prices and stuff it was so well set up and the guy who helped me was super nice.

I got both short sleeved shirts and the long sleeved shirt, as well as a hat and a poster, and my cousin got the hoodie, a poster, and the marble shirt. Cute as hell! It went really smoothly and quickly it was awesome and we just got right through.

We went to the bathroom and it had a lil ledge so we folded and organized our stuff and then went to the bathroom. Tbh the bathrooms there were REALLY nice, and not crowded at all when I went! The theatre itself was so nice you guys like I can't even believe how nice it was it was so fancy like pretty carpeted soft stairs and everything was so ornate and detailed and pretty. Just omg.

Anyway! Then we went and stood by the front doors for a bit and I handed out signs (if you saw me in the lacy white shirt and black shorts with short blond hair aye!). We sat in balconey D, so we went up (a LOT of stairs) and found our seats!

Seriously I can't overstate how gorgeous and amazing this theatre was so fancy with super soft seats and good room like it was so pretty and it had a ton of like Egyptian stuff on the walls omg it was so cool. Y'all. The set was GORGEOUS. Like the lights and the background and just. Wow. I felt so close even though we were the highest up, because everything was very stacked. We really weren't that far away even though we were towards the back like I could see the stage really well.

The set is so gorgeous wow. And I just jammed to all the songs on the preshow playlist it was so amazing I couldn't believe it was real.

Also Dan's Siri came on like twice and was like hi there's really nice merch downstairs and Dan left me to look at memes and stuff, and told us not to film bc iPads are bad lmao. (I filmed anyway don't arrest me).

Everyone FLIPPED SHIT when Welcome To The Black Parade came on oh my god it was so loud and amazing. The lights dimmed and off we went.

They opened with the really adorable video being projected omg my heart and then they rode in dramatically with their steam and everyone LOST THEIR SHIT it was amazing the crowd was so loud all night.

Phil read the Richmond Wikipedia page apparently (wow, nerd) lmao and talked about the rat basketball team. They literally mentioned the rat basketball team like at least six times throughout the show tonight y'all I'm.

Dan said shooketh at something at the beginning and I don't remember what it was but like djfndjsdbrb. Also he did the Naruto run the first time he ran off stage, and we all sCREAMED.

They did a smol duet of A Whole New World which I now know was inspired by the venue - it was so great though and Dan was like that's not what you want trust me it would start off good but it would quickly become horrible. It sounded really good though like I love them they should sing more.

I hadn't seen any spoilers about the beginning! They talked about what an introvert is and asked the introverts and extroverts in the room to cheer sjfbwjsj.

Dan had a six second challenge to pretend to be a llama sitnfndntkejr he pranced and did a noise we all DIED and then he was like "-NO!" it was hilarious sjfndjsnebd.

The segment about what they weren't gonna do had me shook I nearly died. "Please be gentle with the handcuffs; I have sensitive skin" IM DEAD.

Also when they went to walk up and pretend to strip and then they RIPPED OFF THEIR SHIRTS TO REVEAL IDENTICAL SHIRTS UNDERNEATH YOURE FUCKING KIDDING ME WHAT THE FUCK.

We were all really sad about the puppies so Phil said we'd get to see more puppies later in the show and we all screamed and Dan said if you're gonna promise puppies you better follow through.

When they offered to let people touch their hair I was like sjgbdjdbdjabfsn. Pastel personas skgbsjfkekfje??? They put on flower crowns and brought stuffed animals up to the front of the stage wow my heart.

They were like we're not gonna bring up a whole bunch of other YouTubers - because we have no friends and no one replied to our messages.

I can't remember for shit, but the whole beginning segment was just amazing. When they finished talking about how the show was interactive they were like "so that's why now we're going to make one of you stand up at random!!!!!!!" And they shined all the lights up and for a second it was chaos and then they were like kidding kidding we're just kidding and Phil was like your faces were priceless and Dan was like okay you can tell who the introverts and extroverts are the introverts are like crawling into a ball in their seats like "DONT PICK ME" I've never seen 3000 people curl up into a ball before. It was terrifying but also amazing!

Truth bombs! Honestly, I thought they were gonna do all the ones from the website, but they only did one each.

Phil's torture confession would be being bathed in cheese (Dan talked about if that included scrubbing, or if it included scrubbing under flaps y'all I was so done oh my god), but other options were mouth noises in headphones in his ears (to which Dan then did HORRIBLE and horribly loud mouth noises into his mic oh my god it was the worst thing my ears have ever heard ajtbcjejgsj *vomits* he said "not the asmr you came to hear, sorry") and ??? (Help I forgot)

Dan dreams about Nick Jonas in a fursuit at night ("the two things I lease wanted to hear right now, combined), but other options were a dark abyss ("no that's what I see when I look in the mirror") and a one direction reunion.

They would die from "Bees?" But other options were Dan falling out of the gaming chair and taking Phil down with him, and burning down the flat after setting a fire during a baking video gone horribly wrong (both of the runner ups they said were extremely realistic and plausible and they were like are you guys surprised we aren't dead yet we were all like yah). Dan was like where are the bees going to come from???? THAT FLAP keep you eyes on it.

We're real people with free will so you can't just make us do whatever you want, BUT we have made a simulation with a tiny Dan and Phil where you choose what they would do in completely normal, everyday situations that we experience in real life. Remember, tiny Dan and Phil still have emotions and can feel shame and guilt, so this is our test to see if you are responsible enough to be in control during this show - please do what you would actually want us to do if you were controlling us in real life.

Simulation! They have been working on this since they were FETUSES. Not babies, fetuses they were up in their mom's bellies with laptops editing this, and they spent billions of pounds and thousands of Richmond dollars (idk why they said Richmond dollars so many times during the show but sjtbsjdjd it was cute) on it.

Phil first he went to Barstucks (the simulations didn't want to get sued) and got a unicorn death frappe, with lots of sugar so he was vibrating, and he accidentally tweeted a picture of him in his underwear. Shirtless Satan appears and we all cheered for Satan they were concerned and Phil sold his soul to Satan to take the pic down bc he dropped his phone in his drink lmao. SATAN TAKES HIM TO HELL AND THERES DEMON DAN AND HE HAS A POTATO AND HE POTATO PRESSES PHIL TO DEATH FOR ETERNITY. then Phil was like "I still remember the feeling of a wet potato being pressed to my back" I was like sjbsjsjdsj ew.

Dan talked to the furry in the park and went to a furry rave (didn't show him the good Shiba Inu memes he had) and did body shots off of an otter and entered the ladydoor and slipped on the floor and died in his slothbear fursuit. Lmao rip (I'd already heard that ending though). Dan said the show was officially demonitized, and also said "there was an attempt" after people cheered for the good option lmao.

At the end they were like what a waste of all our billions of dollars and all the time spent editing as fetuses.

At the end of the simulation Phil talked about it being like a mob mentality and Dan compared it to fandoms and how if you like something and everyone else seems to have the same reason for liking it or whatever, the people who it especially means some thing to, their voices can get lost. And that's what this show is all about giving the people what they want and getting all the voices and stuff. Fandoms are often seen as one collective unit but you can't expect them all to want the same thing because they're all made up of very different individuals. Etc. It was good.

Our collective name was Kevin. We did a coordinated clap ("the asmr you do want to hear") it was the coolest fucking thing ever ajrnejfnej to build the hive mind. Then we chose a breed of dog for them to get "they just want us to get a dog Phil that's all they want" and Phil led it he was like I think I can get everyone to think the same thing, and we chose Fluffy the very terrifying Chihuahua it was so cool how they did it and that was the one I got so yay! They asked who didn't get fluffy and then they were like "that's okay that just means you aren't part of Kevin... YET." And then they just kept saying how we needed to get inside Kevin and stuff it was like okay wow.

Then we had the WHATS UNDER DANS BED. First of all that box is fucking hilarious, and I think Dan mentioned Phil just wanting an excuse to use props lmao. They explained it and then Phil brought out the audience participation balls "Phil has three balls." Okay. But they really emphasized how if you didn't want it you could just throw it to someone who did like they were so nice and understanding about it and when the music stopped Phil asked and made sure everyone who had one wanted it :). Also they were like keep the answers like amazingphil channel okay keep it PG. But it was actually a really cool concept and the lights went rainbow when they were throwing them around, which I LOVED! The three answers were an anthill but the ants are tiny dogs, a fursuit made of maltesers, and "I think he's trolling us and it's empty"/nothing. Y'all Phil was like has anyone seen a key under their seat and Dan was like wait what are we talking about wait no no I have the key akfnfjejd. They opened it, got the silver tube, opened that and got the scroll, and then they were like this has been in the tube in the locked box on the stage the whole time how could it possibly say what three random members of the audience said, and then they SLOWLY UNROLLED IT AND IT SAID TINY DOG ANTHILL, FURSUIT, AND NOTHING YALL I WAS SHOOK OUT OF MY MIND LIKE THE ONLY THING THAT COULD HAVE MADE THE SHOW WAS MAGIC AND THEY JUST DID THAT OH MY GOD. I'm still shook about it.

Then Phil took the banner and tore it up into like three or four big pieces and was like okay guys tear it up and pass it around tear and share I was so shook I was like oh my god I want a piece of that banner but obviously I was balconey, so they were ripping off pieces and passing it around and Dan and Phil were like omg it's like the walking dead down there "oh my gosh... That is.. violent." I was so shook that they did that like that was so nice and good like snejdbdabfbo.

Survey! Dan dabbed when he said statistics and Phil was like don't dab to statistics and Dan dabbed again and was like math *dab* there was so much unnecessary dabbing it was wow. Phil likes to use props and costumes so the brought out the glasses and clipboards YALL THEM IN GLASSES IN REAL LIFE 😭. Phil read the options for the audience participation one really dramatically and Dan was like "Phil wrote all the answers to these questions obviously" to which Phil replied "I wanted to make them spicy." 68% like audience participation, sixty some feel like they really know Dan and Phil (8% said who are Dan and Phil and Dan was like where do you think you are Shrek the musical? It was so good. I think Phil said maybe that's the parents. Incredible.) (Unnecessary third option bc Phil wanted to see what would happen - it used the middle screen) 40% like the sims the best, but pinof had 36%. Ditl had 16%, and baking and crafts both had four. They ROASTED the four percent who love crafts lmao it was great. (They spent the whole tour budget on the pie chart for the video series lmao it was FANCY) Sixty percent of people whlant Dan and Phil to give the people what Dan and Phil want, so I was really proud of us and Dan seemed surprised and happy about it he said Augusta was like ninty percent what the people want lmao.

ONE FINAL QUESTION WE ASKED YOU DAN OR PHIL BUT THATS TOO EASY NO WE ASKED YOU WHO WOULD YOU SACRIFICE BUT DAN NO ONES REALLY GOING TO BE SACRIFICED RIGHT THIS IS JUST A QUESTION ON A SURVEY IN A STAGE SHOW "I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT ABOUT DAN AND PHIL THERE ARE NO CONSEQUENCES... RIGHT?"

SUPER DRAMATIC SACRIFICE DAN OR PHIL "YOU MIGHT SAY I CANT CHOOSE TOO BAD THE WORLD IS FULL OF HARD DECISIONS ONE OF US WILL BE STRAPPED TO THIS WHEEL" PHIL SAID "ONE OF US IS GOING TO BE PUT IN MORTAL DANGER RIGHT NOW" AND THEN THEY BOTH JUMPED ONTO THE PLATFORM WITH THE WHEEL AND RODE IT BACKWARDS AND THEN INTERMISSION HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEYRE SO DRAMATIC AND EXTRA OH MY GOD IT WAS INCREDIBLE.

I'm forgetting so much but I'm gonna do this in two parts. Intermission seemed to come so quickly! It was at almost eight forty. Intermission was cool I stood up and stretched my legs bc as soon as I sat down my left leg fell asleep and it's still fucked up the. Some more jams though, and the last song they play was The Final Countdown lmao.

Quick note they are both so beautiful ??? Like?? I couldn't stop staring at their fucking legs oh my god and Dan's knees with his ripped jeans help. Also, I was mesmerised by the way Phil walks? And the way he runs and skips and does little jumps and shit? Like it's actually really graceful his legs are So Long and I'm just obsessed with watching him walk around omg. In summary - Legs ™

Edit: I totally forgot about the airhorn during Truth Bombs ajgbfjrnfsiej it was WILD Phil kept playing with it and pressing buttons to make noises before we even started doing Dan's, and Dan was like omg stop but we were all cheering because obviously it was amazing and Dan was like don't cheer when he does that you're encouraging him and we just cheered louder. (Phil also stroked the airhorn remote - the number of times some variation of the word stroke was said tonight..... So much)

At some point during the beginning they talked about why everyone loves the sims bc you can make people and make them do whatever you want and Phil was like like put a hundred sims in a swimming pool and remove the ladders and watch them drown slowly and I used to do that a lot as a kid does that say something and Dan was like that would explain a lot actually (I swear to God he said that phrase about Phil like three or four times throughout the show like wow). And Phil was like you could also make them woohoo with a skeleton or an alien and HE THRUSTED TO EMPHASIZE HIS POINT I WAS LIKE JESUS FUCK STOP PLEASE.

#richmond ii #interactive introverts #dan and phil #dnp #ii #ii spoilers #interactive introverts spoilers #dan howell #amazingphil #july 12th 2018 #altria theater #future #probably edit this

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 7 years ago

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2AM - part 12 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Romance

Characters: Minseok X You

A/N: the next chapter will be the final, again XD for real this time.

2AM - [M] part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 FINAL

The slamming sound of the door echoed around the room after Jongdae left. Minseok’s back was tense and his hands were balled into tight fists at his hips and you could see the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as he inhaled a deep breath.

“Shit,” you heard a soft curse echo between his face and the closed bedroom door and you fisted the shirt you wore that fell just at your upper thighs. The shirt that belonged to Minseok but no longer smelled anything like him, unless you counted the heady fragrance of the recent love that lingered in the air around his bed.

Your feet wanted to move. The pull to him was strong, to comfort him, to hold him and tell him that this little fight was nothing to worry about. An honest talk with his best friend and maybe a little steam would be let off and this would blow over.

You’d made it halfway to where he stood, his feet stuck deep in the flood waters of the dark mood that had come with Hurricane Jongdae, when a soft knock sounded out on the door in front him.

He sprung to life, hand on the knob he quickly turned and pulled the door open.

A swell of hope tugged at your throat. Something similar to you caught a glimpse of in Minseok’s side profile. Perhaps Jongdae had reconsidered. Perhaps he was back to apologize for his rash behavior.

“Uhh…” on the other side of the door, standing in the hallway was a sleepy, shirtless (and very toned, damn these idols) Yixing, rubbing at his eyes and extending a pointed finger down to the floor behind him, where you were certain his bedroom door was located. You moved from your hidden spot near the bed, curiosity getting the best of you despite your very definite lack of pants below this borrowed t-shirt so you could see what Yixing was pointing at.

It was a lump of a man, parked in front of Yixing’s door, where he had only made it a few steps before he had fallen over in a ball, still holding the overnight bag he had packed in a whirlwind of emotion only moments before.

It was Jongdae, and he was crying.

“I think he’s still drunk?” Yixing asked with an upward inflection in his voice, as he turned back to look at the man who he had to step over while exiting his room.

Minseok took a few quick steps out of his room and hunched down on his ankles in front of his friend and you rushed to the door to see if there was possibly anything at all you could do to help. If you had been wearing pants, you would at least get a bottle of water from the kitchen and some aspirin for the headache Jongdae would surely have soon.

“Why are you still so mad at me, Hyung?” Jongdae was sobbing in nearly unintelligible words through the dramatics and his eyes were squeezed shut tightly. No tears fell, despite the sorrow you could hear in his voice. He was clearly aware of Minseok’s presence beside him and was speaking to him now. “All I did was fall in love. I’ve told you again and again how sorry I am. I didn’t intend to love her. I didn’t do this on purpose. When will you forgive me? It’s been a month already, I just want my best fucking friend back.”

“Why do you deny love Minseok? Why are you so against love? Why are you so scared of love?”

“Jongdae, let’s not do this here,” Minseok’s hands were on the man and he gave a futile tug on his forearms. The weeping man on the floor gave a delayed resistant reaction as he dramatically pulled his arms back from where Minseok tugged.

“Why does it always have to be a secret?” Jongdae shouted and your eyes drifted to Yixing who stood, much more awake looking now with his palm running over the back of his neck. The man caught your eyes and turned to quietly bow his head in your direction with a small smile. Your own mouth pulled into a matching grin and you pulled at the shirt you wore, making sure it covered as much of your bare legs as it could.

“Oh, hey, I like your shirt. Minseok has one just like it.” Yixing said as he took in the colorful design that contrasted off the black background of the t-shirt.

“It…uhh…is his shirt,” you said quietly, feeling just a little embarrassed at having to explain such a thing to this man.

The wheels turned in Yixing’s head and his smile fell just enough for his features change as realization hit him when an outburst from the hallway drew his attention back to the commotion between the best friends on the floor.

“I don’t care who knows it! I’m in love!” Jongdae had amazing lungs and his volume had reached new levels now. Loud and slurred. Dramatic and drunk, it was clearer now the more he spoke, just how drunk he still was. You heard a door knob and saw movement further down the hallway. Black hair peeked around the door and you recognized Sehun, the man armed with the marker last night.

“Jongdae,” Minseok pleaded as he tried to pull at the man’s arms harder now.

“I’m in love and Minseok is in love! We are in love!”

You saw another face at the open door way down the hall, a head below where Sehun watched with eyes wide in shock upon hearing Jongdae’s declarations of love, was Junmyeon.

“Wait,” Yixing was speaking now, furrowed brows and confusion in his eyes as he tried to make sense of the words Jongdae spoke. He lifted a hand and pointed his index finger toward the pair of men on the floor, wagging it quickly from one to the other. His mouth fell into an O shape. “So you two are—“

“In love!” Jongdae shouted, droplets of saliva, visible from where you stood at the doorway flew, landing somewhere on Minseok still tried to get Jongdae on his feet.

“Yeah! One love!” Sehun shouted from the other doorway and smiled wide with his fist held into the air at his chest. You covered your mouth to quiet the small laugh that erupted from your chest. At least the youngest of the group was accepting.

“He doesn’t mean it like that,” Minseok mumbled with his fingertips resting against his forehead now. “He means he is in love with someone and I am … also– but with someone else…”

“I am in love with my best friend’s sister.” Jongdae sat up straighter, his hands moving dramatically as he explained to the now, small crowd of onlookers, an unfamiliar face, a girl was peeking out with long black hair and smudged eye makeup, from Yixing’s open doorway, where Jongdae explained what he meant to say. “And my best friend is in love with his sister’s best friend.” He slapped both hands against Minseok’s chest and gave a shove, sending him off the careful balance he held on his feet, Minseok landed with a soft thud on his butt.

The faces of the men who watched the exchange went blank, a few eyebrows furrowing and Yixing in particular took on an expression of extreme confusion as he lifted a hand and ticked off some unknown list inside of his head on his fingertips. Shaking his head once before he attempted the riddle again.

“Wait so are you gay or not gay?” Sehun asked, his face still scrunched up in confusion.

“Not gay,” Minseok said quietly and Jongdae groaned something unintelligent from his spot on the floor, “he is dating my sister.”

“Ugh, boring,” Sehun said and spun to return back to the quiet of his room, leaving a blindsided Junmyeon standing alone at the doorway.

“I don’t get it. Who is the best friend?” Yixing whispered into your ear as if you weren’t directly involved in this huge mess.

“Jongdae and Minseok are the best friends. Jongdae is in love with Minseok’s sister and Minseok is in love with his sister’s best friend who is…” The girl at Yixing’s door, with the long black hair, who you knew from your memory of last night was the owner of the bunny tail you’d seen carelessly dropped amongst the feathers of Yixing’s black angel wings, was explaining in clipped concise words the mystery of the drama unfolding before their eyes. Only her explanation trailed off as she furrowed her brows and came up short with the name of the person who fit the final piece of the puzzle.

Of course it was you. But you weren’t about to announce to this entire condo full of kinda sorta strangers that it was you.

It didn’t matter, because you felt the eyes of the sober people in the hallway fall onto you. You, the girl who came out of Minseok’s bedroom dressed in nothing but his shirt. The girl who they had all seen together with him the entire evening, even sharing a passionate kiss with during the punishment round of a party game.

Yixing watched your face curiously. His eyes no longer held that adorable confusion you had seen all morning long, but something else. Something softer perhaps. The girl with the black hair leaned against the doorway and watched you openly. Not a trace of bashfulness in her features and your eyes trailed over the length of her body. She wore a plain white t-shirt and what you were certain were men’s boxers and you pulled your gaze back up into her face only to find a shift in her expression. She smiled and gave you a tiny nod of her head.

There were no secrets here. There was no judgement. There was only sincerity and understanding.

“Come on my hunny-bunny,” Yixing spoke up, his attention back on the woman at the door and her smile transferred easily to the man who moved away from you in the hallway, and began to make his way carefully over the slumped shoulders of a now snoring Jongdae and back into his bedroom. “Didn’t you say your mom wanted to skype later? We shouldn’t miss calls with your mom.”

His hands were on her shoulders as he pushed her back into the room, a strange comfort and familiarity was obvious in his actions and the woman giggled and responded to him softly in Chinese. His response was a giggle as their conversation continued privately in a language you did not understand.

“Wait, are you two–” you couldn’t help yourself. You had been under the impression that the two had merely met the evening before…casual idol hookups and all.

“Dating?” Yixing supplied the word you had chickened out of saying. “Two years now.” He nodded with a grin.

“Two years and two months,” the woman corrected and his smile widened as he squinted his eyes and focused his attention squarely on her face..

“Eyy, come on, you know those first two months don’t count. You rejected me so many times”

“I was just playing hard to get.” Their bickering brought a smile to your face.

Someone else in possibly an even more difficult situation than Minseok, with Yixing’s frequent work in China, with the fame, with the busy schedule; he had made it work.

It wasn’t impossible for them.

Why had it always been so impossible for you and Minseok?

“You should have just confessed–Just confess and make her yours. W-What are you so scared of? You–You just–” Your attention was drawn down to Jongdae who seemed to have reanimated when Minseok and Junmyeon had wrapped strong arms around his waist to haul him up off the floor. “–just fucking do it man, don’t you have any fucking guts?”

“Jongdae,” Junmyeon said softly on one side of the drunk man with the wide smile on his face and eyes closed as he talked.

On the other side of him, Minseok’s face was stoic and his eyes were cast down on the ground.

“Look, he just goes quiet,” Jongdae was laughing now and you could see the tension in Minseok’s jaw as the muscle flexed. “Chicken,” Jongdae threw salt on the wound and you took a step forward with pleading eyes on Junmyeon.

“Do you think maybe you can take care of him from here?” Your own hands were empty, yet you grasped in Minseok’s direction. You longed to shield him from it. You wanted to protect Minseok from those harsh words. Something in Minseok’s face must have startled you. Jongdae’s words had gone too far. Had touched too closely to the truth for you to stomach and seeing the blank, yet troubling expression on Minseok’s face filled you with worry for him. Perhaps a warm shower and a run could help the mood that had clouded his beautiful face. Perhaps after Jongdae had sobered up and they had a good honest talk—

“No, he’s right.” Minseok held the grip around Jongdae’s waist tighter and his voice spoke up loud and bold; uncharacteristic of Minseok to say the very least. “He’s drunk and he’s an asshole, but he’s completely right.”

You dropped your hands, pulling down against the bottom hem of the t-shirt that left your thighs too exposed and your nervous eyes flashed around the hallway.

Someone from the kitchen was watching with wide brown eyes and a cup of coffee paused midway to his lips. Beside him another set of even wider eyes leaned back on a bar stool. Chanyeol. Kyungsoo. Sehun from the doorway of that bedroom that he had disappeared inside earlier, met your eyes as you looked around and from behind Kyungsoo popped up a face briefly. Jongin’s eyes met yours for a split second, then disappeared with a tiny brush of fingertips along the shoulders of both men in the kitchen who, with the gentle reminder quickly averted their eyes. Quickly looked away from the spectacle. The temptation to look had been too much. Even you had to admit that.

The averted eyes had little effect. With the silence that fell in the home you were certain every single one of them was still listening and would be able to pick up even the smallest of whispered words between Minseok and yourself…should he decide to speak again.

One voice. One noisy, loud, booming voice that had been the source of much of the drama in this hallway had gone suspiciously silent.

Jongdae was quiet. His smile gone, his lips closed and his focus to his left where Minseok, his best friend stood motionless, wheels turning furiously in his head and a growing pinkness on his face.

“I’m sorry Jongdae,” Minseok said as he looked squarely into the man’s face, “I’m sorry. I’ve been unfair to you and acting like a hypocrite. You don’t deserve that.” Jongdae stared into his best friend’s face for a long while, silent and deep in thought before he nodded his head twice and gave Minseok a small smile that seemed to start in his eyes.

“And I was actually going to do it.” Minseok spoke up again. A bit quieter than the outburst before and his face lifted, eyelids fluttering and that pink in his cheeks that almost made him look innocent. Those flitting eyes flashed to the man beside him, who stood up straighter on his own. Jongdae remained quiet.

Suspiciously quiet. You felt something strange in the air and you couldn’t quite get the look of confusion off your face and that feeling out of your mind. That feeling that somehow this was no longer real. This felt like a dream.

There was something brewing inside you. A foolish hopeful fantasy that you wanted to reject before it could set in like a poison under your skin.

“Before you came in– I was about to do it,” Minseok whispered to Jongdae beside him. Just loudly enough for you to hear and you shook your own head to clear the dream-like buzzing you heard inside your ears.

Do what? The hope surged up bright within your chest.

“Do it then,” Jongdae said quietly and you heard a distinct lucidity in that voice that prodded at the man with the pink cheeks and fluttering eyes.

Minseok sighed and closed his eyes. The next breath he took was deep and steadying.

“Do you want to date me?” His eyes were closed and he spoke quietly right beside Jongdae and at least five feet away from where you stood, not looking at you at all as he whispered his question to no one in particular, it seemed, based on his secluded and closed off body language.

There was a frustrated groan from Jongdae.

“For the love of God,” he grumbled and shoved roughly at the man standing next to him, sending Minseok stumbling forward three big steps, effectively closing the distance between the two of you.

The closeness brought along his face and those pink cheeks and those eyes that zeroed in on yours and why did he look so nervous? Why was your own heart doing weird somersaults against your rib cage? Why couldn’t you bring yourself to look away from those eyes that were changing and brimming with raw honesty as he looked at your face and you felt the tips of his fingers as he reached, running lightly along the edge of your hand that hung lifeless at your side.

“Do you?” He said and he inhaled a breath again, licking his lips once before dipping his head and closing whatever imaginary distance might have been left between your eyes and his eyes.

“Do you want to try dating me?”

“It’s going to be hard. We can’t do it openly and I will be gone all the time. We will spend more time missing each other than actually together and if anyone were to ever find out about us there would be stalkers and death threats to deal with. And even if things do go smoothly and settle into something nice and something comfortable, let’s not forget that my enlistment time is coming and I’ll have to go to the army and I’ll be gone for even longer then”

Your face frowned on it’s own.

This sounded terrible.

All of it sounded just terrible.

“Way to sell it, Minnie,” you mumbled and he closed his eyes tighter and with a wrinkle of his nose.

“But, I’ll do better–” he said with another step closer to where you stood, your voices now a hush; mere centimeters between your faces where no one else could witness this. “–I’ll do better for you, I’ll be all yours, only yours… like I’ve always been— but, but this time I won’t hide it. I’ll give you the love you deserve, I promise I will.”

You wondered if they still watched. The silence persisted. Of course they would, yet as the silence around you continued, the space between Minseok’s and your noses was loud. Louder than anything you had ever heard, or maybe it just felt that way with that heavy significance in his words.

“Minnie,” you began, a small grain of doubt still on your tongue. Leftover from that bitter taste that had sat there for months. Yet his eyes watched yours with a the quiet intensity of a prayer.

“I just want to be yours,” he leaned again, reaching with both hands through the oxygen that separated your faces until you felt the tickle of his hair fall against your hairline. His forehead leaned against yours and his hands held your face.

“I just want to be yours–”

You could no longer see anything beyond Minseok.

“I want you to call me whenever you want to. I want you to touch me and kiss me and tell me when you miss me and when you want me. I just want to be yours.”

His fingers inched along your jawline, tickling down your neck to trail behind your ear, slipping into your hairline “–and you can be mine, if you want.”

He filled up your vision; too close and too blurry.

The man was already rooted so deeply inside your heart he would never be fully extracted from its deepest chambers. The bits of him that you loved the most were now a part of your own soul. No wonder you couldn’t find a place for any other person in there.

At last, he filled up your mind, making the decision for you.

“Okay,” you said, nodding your head against his. He felt the movement and although you could not see it, you could feel that the small kiss he placed over your cheekbone was toothy before it was soft and damp.

Your mind was a flutter of emotions and his hands pulled at you, making you spin in place as he steered you back into his room. The brief moment when you spun you caught sight of the barren hallway behind you.

By the workings of some gracious individual, not a single soul remained to testify of your answer to his question. Not a single witness remained to eavesdrop on the start of this relationship.

Beyond the doorway was his warmth, his lips, and his skin. His promises filled you just as eagerly as his body did, and when all that was left was the heavy gasping for precious oxygen, and a comfortable hum into your ear, his arms held you closely to his bare chest and he sang a quiet tune into the quiet of his bedroom with not another soul around to disturb the melody.

Until the shower called to him, begging to be clean, always to be clean. It was just Minseok’s way. He pulled you inside the warm water with him and gave you a pair of black athletic pants to wear. You recognized them as his usual fare.

As difficult as the separation was, you pulled yourself away from the man who couldn’t seem to keep his lips away from any bit of exposed skin he could find, and left to your own home to get ready.

You still had dinner at his mom’s tonight and you would be damned if you would show up there wearing a pair of Minseok’s sweats.

You had yet to discuss exactly what would be said about you and him, if the relationship would be mentioned at all. It felt almost unbelievable that it had even happened and as you did your makeup and hair in front of your bathroom mirror, you could hardly keep the smile off your face long enough to apply two coats of mascara.

Would he say something?

Would he, perhaps, make an announcement at dinner? A light clink of the silver fork against the side of a wine glass before he stood with his hand over his chest where his heart sang of its love for you.

“Finally.” Minhee would say as she rolled her eyes and smiled behind her napkin.

And his dad, finally home from his latest business trip, would cough, wide eyed and genuinely surprised; he would shoot you a curious smile and a wink before glancing at Mrs. Kim.

Mrs. Kim…

Would she be gracious and accept the news? Would you ever see the kind of sparkle in her eyes that you saw when she spoke of Sohee, the beautiful, well bred, daughter of a famous businessman, directed at you? Sohee who had the impeccable upbringing and style she had always envisioned for her daughter in law? Sohee, the kind of woman who you simply…weren’t.

Would she gasp in horror, her eyes wide and her mouth covered with a trembling hand?

Would she throw water in your face?

Or would she quietly handle the disappointment deep down inside. Would every look she threw in your direction be a stab at the lowly girl who weaseled her way into her family’s lives just to sink her jaws into her precious son, like a parasite whose rows of microscopic teeth were dug in too deep to smoothly extricate; the entire infected tissue would have to be cut out.

Your expensive, designer outfit was assembled, your hair was perfect and it framed the careful and tasteful makeup on your face that looked back at you, seeming just a bit bloodless despite the comfortable temperature in this apartment.

You reached for your blush brush, perhaps just another swipe would help your mood some.

A knock on your door interrupted the redundancy and you forgot the brush as the familiarity of the two soft knocks against the wood jumpstarted your heart beat like a spinning top.

He hadn’t mentioned picking you up for dinner. Although he hadn’t really done much with his lips other than the soft parting kisses as you left him behind in his bedroom and vacated that apartment before anyone else could make eye contact with you during your escape.

Minseok stood at your doorway looking fancy with his eyes down at his hands clasped together in front of his belt. As you pulled the door open his focus rose at a languid pace, beginning somewhere near the ground the sweeping a path up to your face.

His hair was styled. He had shaved the light stubble you had felt against your face after the shared shower and he smelled different. Something new to your nose. Something manly and heady with a familiar crisp cleanliness as a foundation. Gone was the casual sleeveless tee, black sweats, and black cap.

“You dressed up.” Your light tone pulled the smile to his lips and he ticked his head once, rolling it to the side to match the crooked grin that manifested on his face.

“So did you.” He matched your lightness and you tried your best not to get lost in the intensity you saw within his brown irises, or the appreciative way with which those eyes feasted on you.

Your feet lingered at the doorway for a second, the straight posture of his back told you that he was indeed only here to pick you up and you nodded once before turning to grab your bag and your phone, with just a hint of a nervous fluttering deep within your belly.

This wasn’t your first time being inside his car. This wasn’t even the first time he held your hand as he drove that car, but that didn’t stop the rush of excitement when he reached for your hand and linked his fingers in between yours, pulling it up to kiss the back of your hand before settling them, still joined in the space between the seats.

Your lips were tight as you fought against the smile. He bit down lightly on his bottom lip and held it within his closed mouth as his cheekbones rose and bunched slightly.

Your heartbeat was a mess. This man and his little gestures had so much power. Even the adorable expression he held on his face as he tried not to smile, tried not to give in to the elation you could see on that face, was making your thinking fuzzy.

Did he know the profound effect he had on you?

Did you have a similar effect on him too?

Your curiosity burned and you gave in to the urge. When you moved his hand, you felt no resistance. Your lips sank easily against the softness of the back of his hand and you let your lips linger with the kiss, going so far as to close your eyes as you drifted into it. His hand was warm. His skin was smooth and you felt his fingers flex and tighten around your hand as you did it. You loved this man. You longed for his skin against yours and a quick turn of your face to touch his flesh to your cheek matched your temperatures.

There was a change in the rhythm of the car that pulled your attention from his hand.

Minseok’s jaw was tight, a pinkness on his cheeks that made him look young and fresh and he was pulling the car off the busy street he had been driving on into an empty parking lot of a closed store.

What was he doing here? This was only halfway there, he still had another ten minutes of driving time for sure.

“What are you doing?” Your surprise made you drop his hand and the pinkness you saw in his cheeks was quickly covered by both of his hands as he closed out the world.

“Sorry, I–”

He stopped talking, the short mumble you heard below his hands was cut off by a quiet stifled laughter. Held in for too long and pushed down, his shoulders shook with the effort of containing it. When he dropped a single hand from his face, his face was pink. His eyes were screwed shut tightly and the smile on his face was as controlled as he could manage. He looked exactly like an over inflated balloon about to explode.

He undid his seatbelt while simultaneously putting the car in park and he was turning in his seat.

“I just need a moment,” he said with his back to you and you tried to swallow the shallow laugh that burst free from your lips.

The car rocked with his exit and the door closed loudly, leaving you alone in silence as you watched his torso from the driver’s side window.

You caught the spin. Light on his feet, he pivoted on the spot he stood before he dropped and vanished. Crouched down on his heels out of your line of sight. It only lasted for a second before the door was opening and he cleared his throat noisily as he climbed back into the driver’s seat of his car and buckled the safety belt. All the while avoiding your curious yet satisfied eyes.

“You okay?” He huffed out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah,” he said with tight lips, “I was just overwhelmed. I’m okay now. Totally fine. You can do things like that. That’s—“

He inhaled and exhaled through O shaped lips.

“Why did I wait so long for this again?”

“Because you’re an idiot,” you said and you giggled when his brows furrowed and he narrowed his eyes briefly.

“Because I’m an idiot.” He nodded in agreement with a shake of his head and a laugh.

You didn’t even bother fighting your smile. Not after that. Minseok was just as, if not more, affected by you, as you were of him. You’d never been so joyous to witness someone’s brief moment of weakness before.

He drove on in silence and he didn’t reach for your hand again. Your own hands wrung together in your lap as your mind wandered over the many temptations of affecting Kim Minseok.

Maybe you could do it again some time. You decided that this dinner would be pretty fun after all.

Until you recognized the cobblestone pathway he turned down that lead to his home and the excitement in your belly shifted and changed, making way for the nervous tension you had felt while you were getting ready.

The problem with the unknown. You had no idea how his family, namely his mother, might receive the news, and the more your stomach fluttered with nerves the more uneasy the whole situation felt.

You and him hadn’t even been official for very long. Not even a full 24 hours and while yes you both had quite a history together, the fact was that this was all rather new to you. Did you really want to add an audience into the mix on your first day as a couple.

“Umm, about your family—“ you pushed the words out of your lips as he slipped his fancy car into the open garage bay that his mother always made sure to keep clear for his visits, “—about us,” you added lamely, realizing that you weren’t actually using proper sentences that made sense.

He turned to look at you and shifted the car into park, leaving the garage door open as the car idled in its place, he merely watched you with a blank face as you backtracked to find the missing word.

“Knowing a-about us, I mean.” He was watching you too closely and the expression on his blank face wasn’t giving anything away. Why was he so good at putting up a poker face?

“Do you not want me to tell them yet?” He finally said softly with what you were almost positive was a gloomy blue tint to his tone.

Whatever it was, it was well hidden. What you thought you might have seen was gone in a flash with the small shrug of his shoulders and the carefully quick way he averted his eyes from yours. The soft smile you saw in his lips erased any bit of what you may or may not have actually seen take place in his expression and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“We can tell them whenever you are ready.”

He cut off the engine, closed the garage door and exited the car, making some sort of magic happen as he appeared by your side in record time, grabbing ahold of the passenger door from you to pull it open and reach for your hand.

You knew the way through the spacious garage of the home well enough, having been with Minhee in here more times than you could recall, yet with Minseok at your side, with his warm hand holding yours, everything felt brand new.

When you reached for the door that opened up into a hallway near the kitchen, a soft tug pulled you back, seconds before you could turn the knob. You spun with a surprised grunt and saw his face, his smile, and his hands closing in quickly.

Minseok’s lips covered your parted surprised ones and he kissed you deeply and slowly. The kind of kiss that made your spine tingle and your toes curl and you felt the frame of the door that you couldn’t quite make it to in time pressed up against your back.

Over the front of your body was his warmth, firm and tense muscles laid over your softer parts that his hands enjoyed exploring as he kissed you like this. As his mouth took from yours; your tongue, your lips, your oxygen, his hands kneaded and explored until you felt hot fingertips slide around the small of your back, down your ass to the hem of the short skirt you wore.

When his fingers met skin you felt the rumble of the groan from his chest and he broke and kiss with a rough lift of those hands upward, digging hard into your flesh the man was quickly becoming too affected and unlike you, he wasn’t nearly as able to hide such an event.

“Tell me something, did you wear this fucking skirt tonight just to torture me or do you enjoy seeing me like this?” He stumbled back, as if kicked back by some invisible recoil.

“Well I don’t not enjoy it,” you grinned as you answered honestly, if not a bit confusingly, through the labored breaths you took against his face. He honestly smelled incredible. You very much liked this new cologne of his.

His eyebrow ticked upward and the corners of his lips crept up. His eyes, dark enough to cover your head entirely should you choose to let yourself succumb to their depths, watched you closely for what felt like ages to your rattled mind.

His lips, already too pink and puffed from the heated kiss, lured you, calling to you to taste them again, despite the very real danger of doing this in his family’s home and you felt the pull of his eyes.

With him so close to you, so tempting, smelling the way he did and feeling the way he did, with his recent words dancing in your head—

I just want to be yours. His memory pleaded and your hands reached for him, claiming him for yourself. You gripped his shirt, probably wrinkling the fabric with as tightly as you clung to him and he stumbled into you, pulled roughly by your needy hands.

“I love you, Minnie,” you said against his lips moments before pulling him into you again. The kiss was needy. More so than before, you felt shameless in your need for him. If the old you could see this; Unapologetically making out with The Kim Minseok in the garage of his family’s home, where anyone could simply walk in to catch you.

You should not have been surprised to hear the scrape behind the door at your back and the shuffling of slippered feet along the floor. You really should have known it would happen, but that didn’t stop the dramatic gasp you took, and the rough way you shoved him away from you when you heard the door knob click as it was turned.

You pivoted, just in time to block the view of a stumbling Minseok from the opening door. Surely he understood what was happening enough to recover; perhaps wipe his mouth and assume some other position that wasn’t something that might be illustrated under the definition of heavy petting in a middle school sex-ed book.

Your smile was instant and as wide as your eyes must have been and the startled yelp from Mrs. Kim as she stepped backward and clutched at her chest brought a noisy awkward laugh from your lips.

“Oh! Good lord you startled me,” she said and took a moment to recover. When her eyes were closed you glanced behind you and caught the sight of Minseok shoving the sides of his dress shirt back into his slacks and pulling at his pockets and belt buckle in an attempt to conceal the obvious.

“Well look at what the cat dragged in. Why are you in my garage, dear? I expected to find Minseok. He didn’t drag you along with him did he?”

“Of course I brought her, Mom, you were about to issue an APB this morning when she wouldn’t answer her phone.”

He answered for you, his voice steady and his breathing even. More so than yours might have sounded. You thanked the excellent condition of his lungs for that.

Despite your best efforts to keep your expression light, you could feel the heat on your face at the close call and you had to force yourself to bring your breathing under control.

“Well what is taking you so long to come inside? I heard the garage door ages ago. What have you been doing in here?” There wasn’t a bit of accusation in her voice, yet the guilty run when no one pursues and you felt it deep inside your chest. Minseok’s face flinched and his mouth hung open in silence as he stared at his mother’s face.

“He was checking the tire.” Why was your voice so high sounding?

“The tire?”

“The tire?” Minseok and his mother asked in unison, their expressions remarkably similar before he dropped the upward inflection in the end of his response.

“–was low.” his eyes were wide and he looked behind him at the very obviously perfectly inflated tires on his very new and very shiny car.

You snorted at the grimace you saw on his face and quickly covered it with a cough when Mrs. Kim looked back at you.

“Minseok, you aren’t very good with cars. You should call roadside assistance.” Her voice had a sympathetic and understanding tone and his ears seemed to pinken before your eyes as he straightened out his shoulders and lifted his chin.

“What? I’m great with cars. I drive a car.” You could feel your nose wrinkle as you watched him lie through his teeth at the woman who simply shook her head in response. “I even fixed the tire, look at how great it looks.”

“It wasn’t actually low, Mrs. Kim. There was just a rock stuck in the treads.” You interjected. How in the world was the woman to believe that Minseok somehow re-inflated a flat tire inside this garage without a single tool required to do such a thing. When did he get so bad at this?

Your cover story hit a nerve and with his shoulders still held up too straight, and his chin high in the air he scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

You were pretty sure you saw a genuine glare in your direction and the shrug you gave him did nothing to soften his grumpy expression.

So you stuck your tongue out in his direction playfully, laughing when his eyes widened further. Of course you’d been playful with Minseok before, but honestly it had never been quite so much fun before.

“Oh you two are just like brother and sister,” she said with a wave of her hand as she turned to exit the garage.

You felt a burn somewhere inside your chest and your mouth went dry with the metaphor. Minseok must have had a similar reaction because he was following her steps as she made her way past you to enter the hallway that lead to the kitchen.

“What? No way, we are not, nor have we ever been anything like brother and sister.” His voice was high and his tone incredulous and when he brushed passed you to reach the doorway first, you felt pointed fingertips reach out and poke your ribs, making you jump and squeal in surprise.

You reached for him quickly, instantly needing retribution. Your swift steps behind him caught you up to his side and your fingers dug hard into the space just below his armpit. The space you knew would get him the most.

Shoulder to shoulder in the narrow hallway his fingers frantically tried to grab ahold of your attacking hands and your laughter echoed out, making Mrs. Kim turn briefly to glimpse the commotion.

“You’re exactly like brother and sister. Don’t you remember when you were little? I used to have to break up these fights all the time.” She was far ahead in the kitchen now, checking on something that one of the housemaids was fixing at the stovetop and you’d made it into the opening of the breakfast nook with both hands grasped tightly within his and his arms secured around your shoulders.

It could have been considered an embrace had it not been for the murderous look in your eyes as you tried desperately to get your hands free for one more tickle. It was no use. He had you pinned almost completely and his breathing against your neck preceded the quiet whisper you heard into your ear.

“Just give up, or I’ll tell her you are my girlfriend and definitely not my sister.”

“I don’t remember that at all, Mrs. Kim.” Your fingertips went slack, the muscles in your arms limp and useless as you gave up entirely.

He didn’t let you go. You gave it a good ten seconds before you looked back into his face in question. He had sensed your lack of fighting enough to relax his grip some, but to the casual outside observer, the fight must have been still on. What other reason would he have for this full body embrace in his mother’s kitchen while she fussed with a flower arrangement.

“You two even used to take baths together,” she said into her hydrangea bush and the grip he held around your shoulders changed when his hands roamed lower, sliding around your waist now you felt your hands freed and you futilely tried to smooth out the wrinkles in your top caused by the scuffle.

“We still do,” he said lowly at your back in a clear voice, just loud enough for you to hear over the sounds of the pot being stirred on the stove.

He shouldn’t have said such a thing right after freeing your arms. You quickly jabbed your elbow backward, aiming for his ribs, or his stomach, or anything that would shut him up, but it was too late. Mrs. Kim’s eyes were open and on the pair of you. He jumped backward at the contact of your elbow to his rib cage.

She wasn’t speaking but she watched you. Minseok still laughed playfully from the teasing until he saw her eyes on you where you stood like a deer caught in the headlines under her eyes.

Had she heard him? Were the wheels turning in her head, connecting pieces of the puzzle now?

“Did you hear the doorbell?” She finally spoke up and her gaze which had been on you sharpened and focused very suddenly. She was wiping her hands on the terry cloth that laid on the counter top and grabbing the vase of flowers to take with her toward the entryway.

Your curiosity burned and moved your legs to follow. Gripping the vase with both hands she peered at the screen on the wall of the foyer and her face lit up in excitement and recognition.

“Oh! He’s early. I just love a punctual man, as I am sure you do as well.”

She set the flowers down on the table at the entryway.

“Who?” You weren’t following her logic and while you weren’t involved in the planning of this dinner, there usually weren’t any guests other than yourself invited to these things.

“Your boyfriend,” she said with a light wave of her hand as she reached for the handle of the door.

“My what? I don’t have–”

Minseok lingered behind you near the doorway, leaning against the wall with his hands inside his pockets and a tense look on his face.

“No, Mrs. Kim, you didn’t invite–” a flood of recent images flashed through your mind of him. Close up images of his face. His charming smile. The tall posture he held as he looked down at you with a look of sweet adoration and the feeling of his soft lips pressed up against yours in that quiet bar.

“Kim Kwangseok, It’s so lovely to see you again, darling.” The door was open and she was already grabbing his hand to shake it enthusiastically.

The room was spinning with the images and one particular memory flashed up hot like the splash of hot oil against your skin.

The last time you saw him, in your kitchen with your long lost friend Minseok only recently returned, the jealousy you saw in both men’s faces and the way he leaned in to you, for Minseok to see that slow and deliberate kiss against your cheek.

You remembered now. You had promised to call him.

It was three days ago, yet it felt like it had been years with all that had transpired between you and Minseok. With all that had changed.

You had promised him, and you had definitely broken that promise.

Clutched behind his back you heard the crackle of plastic and kraft paper and he swung his arm around, presenting Mrs. Kim with a bouquet of flowers.

Her face was alight with delight and you felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Somewhere behind you, amidst the chaos in your mind, Minseok was watching this man enter his home like a shark waiting for the moment to attack. Somewhere behind you, you had left what was left of your sanity, because here, where you stood was nothing but chaos

“Kwangseok,” you said in too soft of a voice. The tremble was unavoidable, you could hardly keep yourself from running out of the room and the effort involved with keeping your feet steady on this marble floor was bound to have some aftershocks.

“There she is,” he said from the doorway and he was coming inside. Moving in closer to where you stood like a hostage held at gunpoint, “Hey, beautiful.”

The hug was one sided. You couldn’t get your arms to work, not with Minseok watching. Not with the love of your life, the man you had promised yourself to, having to be here for this nonsense.

“Oh, hey Minseok, it’s nice to see you again, man.” Kwangseok was casual and the mention of his name made your eyes seek him out instantly.

His face was blank, well rehearsed and well controlled.

You wanted to touch him. You wanted to put the life back into his eyes. You wanted him to smile and to light up the way he had when he was touching you moments earlier and you felt the crushing weight of the reality you had now put yourself in.

The sheer gravity of this situation was pressing down from above.

The truth was so heavy. How in the world had you simply forgotten about Kwangseok? How had you never once considered the fact that your on again off again, kinda sorta something – guy – who sent you flowers often, called you and texted you and invited you out for drinks and dinner and kissed you goodnight with the best of intentions and genuine affinity for your company, that he – HE – would have absolutely no idea about your very sudden, very new, very loved and crafted and cared for relationship with Minseok. He would have no way of knowing that this was the new reality and that unfortunately he would be cast aside.

You hadn’t had a chance to talk to him.

This was all happening too fast, too sudden, too desperate and now Minseok had gone blank, even as Kwangseok stood six inches taller than him, holding a hand out for him to shake you could feel the absence of the real Kim Minseok in the room.

“I’m sorry I forgot something in my car,” Minseok said softly, refusing to look down at the extended hand in front of him, he turned on his heels and was gone.

Kwangseok closed his hand with a small pout on his lips. “I guess I’ll greet him later.” He shrugged with a grin in your direction that you didn’t return.

2AM - [M] part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 FINAL

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sunandmoongobrrr · 3 years ago

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i think youre discussing the wrong things here.

this doesnt really have to do with lgbtq+ artists or anything like that. the porn ban is DEFINITELY involved but it doesnt really have much to do with the queer community considering this is a het ship we're talking about (not that a lot of zutara shippers arent queer, myself included, but this is far from the only place artists can post this ship's nsfw art).

youre talking about two different effects of the porn ban. One was the major effect everyone saw almost immediately, where lgbtq+ artists were run from the platform and it sucked. But this is a much smaller effect of it where we can't scroll through the zutara tag without seeing tentacle porn lmao. i think if we all as a community decided on a nsfw tag that would bypass the filters, it would basically solve this entire problem (and i highly doubt tumblr would care enough to filter a very specific tag for a very specific community, unless i'm wrong about that). i dont see why nsfw blogs would have a problem with cultivating a tag so minors (and other people that dont want to see it) dont have to see their posts, since its been pointed out that its a problem rn.

the porn itself is not that big of a deal. nobody is trying to get rid of it. notice how every person who wants this stuff gone from the tags is also very pro-ao3 and such. we're not asking for censorship, we're just asking for a way to cultivate our internet experience for us. tumblr was 17+, but the person who started this discourse in the first place is over that age limit. its not just about minors.

But I don’t think we should automatically assume anyone is trying to dismiss anyone’s feelings and voices. I’ve read multiple posts from both sides and there seems to be this conflation between people of color who are talking about racism and white women from the LGBTQ community talking about the harms of puritan culture coming from a site that used to be a safe haven for LGBTQ creators.

Yes, exactly. there are white women trying to use their own experiences to excuse what many east asian fans see as fetishization. its not about purity culture, it's about people of color trying to do whats best for their community and combat stereotypes. but i definitely do agree that there are some hostile people on here that are just posting without thinking about repercussions and you can definitely see how thats working out lmao.

So if you have a problem with people sexual using East Asian men I would start with the white men who drew him and created those scene with that purpose and not people who are reacting as intended.

If we blindly consume media without looking at it through a critical racial lense, we could be missing the exact things east asian zutarians are pointing out to us right now. id say this fandom has done a pretty good job at criticizing the men who drew him, but that doesnt mean we cant critique each other when we see the same thing happening in our own spaces.

anyway, personally i dont mind if anyone writes smut or draws whatever or posts whatever. i think anything anyone is asking for here is like proper tags and stuff that can identify these kind of things. or at least not tagging them in the gen zutara tag.

im not east asian so i clearly dont have a voice in the specific discussion about shirtless zuko sunday or whatever, but ive seen a similar thing happen with the misuse of Katara as a brown woman by white fans, and being brushed off as a woc, and so i'd think its understandable why im more willing to side with them here haha.

Shirtless Zuko Discourse

Okay, I want to start by saying I am a woman of color, specifically Native American and Latina. I am also Demisexual and bisexual. I would also like to emphasize I’m an OG Zutara shipper on Tumblr, meaning before the resurgence, which is essential for what I’m about to say.

The discourse is not really between white women and WOC, but old tumblr and New Tumblr. I’ll explain.

Unfortunately the only ones who has made the majority of posts have been white. But these women are also part of the LGBT community who are also from Pre Renaissance ATLA.

I don’t want to get into the entire history of Tumblr, but, while it was a safe space for fandom it was also a safe space for people part of the LGBTQ community to express their sexuality in media and art without shame before the porn ban.

I find it sad this is happening in pride month of all times. The younger generation might be unaware of what Tumblr meant to the LGBTQ community, but it was never meant to be a site for minors. It was initially 17+.

While I do understand things have changed, it has led to many LGBTQ creators to hide or leave and create a new culture of shame they went to Tumblr to get away from in the first place.

Recently, people have started coming out more open with their preferences and trying to express themselves within the guidelines Tumblr has allowed. It’s not a coincidence. June is pride month and people from the pre renaissance are trying to feel safe in their original community.

We often forget those affected during the NSFW purge, primarily Sex workers and LGBTQ artists who were left without a platform to network. Within the guidelines, creators are still shadow-banned when they do use the correct tags. So even writing smut is impossible to promote even if it is appropriately tagged.

I understand I don’t speak for all POC and that there are people who are upset for valid reasons.

I dont know who is sending those awful asks but I can guarantee it isn’t OP or the event. And if anyone is trying to dismiss your voices as POC and/or as part of the LGBTQ community, fuck them.

Now as for my thoughts on shirtless Zuko:

Shirtless Zuko were pictures created by the creators with the intention of making people thirst over Zuko. So if you have a problem with people sexual using East Asian men I would start with the white men who drew him and created those scene with that purpose and not people who are reacting as intended.

#atla #salt for ts #fandom salt

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sqiderling · 7 years ago

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Splash | Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was push your “best friend” into the pool...

Word count: 3300+

Warning(s): A little bit of swearing, my amateur writing skills, mistakes (even tho i did try my best to edit this), some fluff???

A/N: i’m finally posting the Tom Holland imagine that I promised you guys when I hit 400 followers! *nervously chuckles as i look at my 470 followers* this is the first time I’ve written a long Tom Holland imagine so please don’t attack me if this is bad. also, this imagine isn’t gender specific so y’all can go wild with your imaginations! (im also living for the possibility of tom being bi after that japanese sm:h interview) this imagine turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated.. but I hope you all enjoy it and don’t be afraid to give me (CONSTRUCTIVE) feedback or whatnot ❤️

ALSO: i mention temperature once in this fic and sorry americans but im using degrees celcius so dont freak out on me

The water looked deep and inviting. But you knew you weren’t getting in there before pushing Tom in first.

“Thomas!” you cried. “Hurry up you twat! It shouldn’t take you this long to put on the swimwear equivalent of shorts.”

You stood at the edge of your pool with your hand on your left hip looking back at the house. In the past ten minutes, you’d sat down on the poolside lounger and gotten up to walk to the pool about five times. Today was particularly hot and as you had yet to enter the pool, you knew your face was sporting the shade of a ripe tomato.

“They’re called board shorts, darling,” Tom replied teasingly from the bathroom window. “And I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to... fix something.”

“I was just trying to prove a point! And what are you trying to fix? Your sad lack of lips?”

“Fuck you, (Y/N), I heard that!” You snorted.

Seeing as Tom had previously said he’d be down in a minute a minute ago you decided that you would be better off laying on the lounger as you waited. The summer sun was relentless and even under the patio umbrella, you had to squint wherever you looked as the sunlight bounced off every surface it could reach. You picked up your sunglasses from the small poolside table and put them on, relieving your eyes, and relaxed into your seat, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze against your skin and the sound of swaying trees in the distance.

The idea of taking a nap was extremely inviting and you let your eyes close and your mind doze off as you happily imagined the look on Tom’s face when you were going to push him into the pool later that day.

Little did you know that Tom had a sneaky idea up his sleeve as well, though it was a lot harder to conceal. Tom had been hoping to take you by surprise as you were still napping but due to his noisy exit, he was going to have to improvise.

You heard the back door sliding open and saw Tom coming out with one of his arms behind his back. Something was up.

Tom paused momentarily in front of the door. Tom was appropriately shirtless on this thirty-degree day and your eyes naturally trailed down to his abdomen. It didn’t matter how many times you’d seen him shirtless before; from walking around your house on a hot day to peeling his shirt off after getting drenched from the torrential downpour or walking out of your bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist to go find his clothes... you were never going to get over how jacked Tom was. Especially not when you got goosebumps almost every time you saw him shirtless.

“What do you have behind your back?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. You stood up to try and get a glimpse of whatever he was hiding.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly. “I’m just uh.. scratching my back.”

“Sure, Tom.” You weren’t at all convinced.

Tom had made it to the corner of the pool and his arms were still hidden behind him. It didn’t matter to you what he was doing as long as you would be able to chuck him into the water. As he slowly inched closer to you, you took off your sunglasses and placed them on the table. The plan was to walk up to him, meet him halfway then push him in, but your feet were rooted to the ground. Something felt off.

“Tom..” you said cautiously, suspicions rising by the second.

There it was! You tried to conceal your reaction as you caught a glimpse of the orange nozzle of a water gun just behind Tom’s shoulder. That dirty cheat thought he was going to one up you! But you’d show him.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” Tom smiled innocently as he continued his journey toward you. Goosebumps rose on your skin and you weren’t sure whether it was because the wind had suddenly gotten chillier or the uncertainty of when Tom was going to strike.

You pushed your windswept hair back. You knew what you had to do.

You took off at a sprint straight at Tom. His eyes grew wide as you bolted towards him. His right arm frantically moved to bring his weapon forward, but he was too slow. You’d never played rugby or any kind of contact sport, so you drew inspiration from how rugby players tackled on TV and lunged at his midriff like a bulldozer.

Smack!

Falling, falling, falling.

Both of you hit the water with a tremendous splash. Water shot up your nose and the back of your head throbbed. Tom had elbowed you by accident. The water consumed you. Both of you.

Letting go of Tom’s body, you realised that he had lost his grip on the water gun. You were quick to spot the bright yellow, green and orange toy floating on the surface of the pool a couple of metres away from where you were. Tom made a speedy recovery and spun around to find you floating a little over arm's length away from him. Ignoring the stinging of your eyes and the screaming of your lungs, you made eye contact with him. His brown hair floated like a halo around his head and you tried not to laugh at the sight of his puffed out cheeks.

In that moment of your distraction, Tom had spotted the water gun too and he wasted no time in swimming toward it. He wasn’t going to let you win even if you’d already tackled him into the water. He wasn’t going to let you go without a little revenge of his own.

Your instincts took you by surprise and without a second thought, you made a grab for one of his legs as he swam past. Tom struggled in your grip, flinging his leg around. He was stronger than you but maybe being underwater somehow helped you pull Tom back down.

Tom was a persistent person. He didn’t once stop trying to wring free from your grip. You were starting to run out of breath. He was much faster than you were at swimming much to your dismay and you didn’t have the slightest idea of what you could do to further delay his course to the toy. So you did the first thing that occurred in your brain. A thought that had been haunting you for the past couple months and you’d fought long and hard to erase.

In one swift motion, you grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. Square on the lips. Those non-existent, surprisingly soft lips of his.

You felt your cheeks warm up despite the coolness of the pool. Your entire body, in fact, was feeling warm, especially the sides of your waist where Tom’s hands had found themselves placed. You could’ve sworn that you felt Tom’s lips curve into a smile, but before you could properly confirm it the urgency of your lungs took over and you were forced to pull away and swim at lightning speed toward the pool’s surface.

You welcomed the cool rush of air that entered your thirsty lungs but instantly started coughing once your head burst out of the water. You felt slightly dizzy, not really believing you’d just kissed your best friend. As you tread water and tried to dial down your coughing you saw the water gun floating away from you and toward a wet mop of brown curls.

Tom’s head popped up from the water and he took in a large mouthful of air. His hair was sticking to various parts of his face and you weren’t sure if you’d seen him unrulier and cuter than he had been in that moment. He winked at you before he dove back underwater taking the water gun with him.

The water gun.

“Damn it,” you whispered breathlessly, paddling over to the edge of the pool. You propped your arm up on the ledge as you caught your breath. You watched faintly amused as he swum around in a ninja-like manner like you couldn’t see him clear as day beneath the sapphire ripples. It was clear Tom thought he had the upper hand.

A voice in the back of your mind was telling you that you were well and truly screwed but you tried your best not to listen to it. Tom would be needing to come up for air any second now and you had a hunch that he would start firing at the same time. You thought about getting out of the pool but you knew that it wouldn’t make much difference because there wasn’t anything liftable that you could use as a shield. You could run into the house but why ruin the fun?

As you were still trying to figure out how to win this battle, Tom suddenly emerged from below and you found yourself at gunpoint. You chuckled nervously as you eyed the menacingly orange nozzle.

“Thomas,” you said, your voice sickeningly sweet. You grit your teeth into a forced grin. “Honey.”

“Yes, love?” Tom still had the water gun trained on you. He was bobbing up and down in the water, staying afloat using only his legs. You tried to maintain your fake grin as your attention switched from the orange nozzle to Tom’s equally as menacing smile. However, you found that your grin was becoming more of a nervous smile.

Just as Tom shot his first stream of water, you make the quick decision of diving underneath. The stream barely scraped the top of your hair before you fully submerged yourself.

Perplexed, Tom ducked his head into the pool. At the same time you kicked off the wall, shooting towards Tom, and for the second time that day you found your arms wrapped around his midriff as you once again successfully caught Tom off guard.

The both of you didn’t travel very far despite the amount of strength you put into pushing off the wall (you always found water restrictive in that way). The next couple seconds went by extremely fast and you could barely keep up with what was happening. Tom had recovered much quicker and by the time you paddled up for air, he had the water gun trained on you again like a sniper.

The nozzle and your nose were almost touching. You felt dizzy as you went a little cross-eyed eyeing the intimidating piece of plastic.

Breathing heavily, you felt your entire body sag, exhaustion finally catching up to you. You looked over at Tom and you saw how he looked quite puffed out too, his cheeks flushed rosy red.

“Just shoot me.” You wearily paddled backwards. “You’ve won, just shoot me.”

Not a second later three quick bursts of water hit your face in quick succession. Your face was already dripping wet so the water didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. Though the skin on your face did feel a little tingly.

Wiping the water from your eyes you saw Tom flamboyantly making a show of his ‘humble’ win, splashing about and making the most childish noises. He hollered incoherent words and sounds that you assumed was some sort of football victory chant. You should’ve at least felt pissed off, but you weren’t and you couldn’t help but smile a little. Tom’s childishness always made you smile.

Swimming to the edge of the pool, you hoisted yourself up so that you could sit and finally have some rest.

“How about a celebratory kiss for the winner?” Tom said. He’d stopped splashing about but it didn’t look like he’d be letting go of his win anytime soon. His chocolate eyes looked hopeful and your heart strings tugged ever so slightly.

“Oh,” you replied, smirking. “So after one spontaneous kiss from me, you think that you have all access to my luscious lips?”

“Don’t I?” Tom replied in a confident and cocky way but the small drop in the corner of his lips didn’t escape your attention.

You pretended to think about his question, leaning back on your palms. “I guess it would have to depend on how I felt about you. Don’t you think?”

You gently kicked your feet underneath the rippling water, silently assessing Tom’s expression. He wore his confidence like a badge, something he often did. Quite frankly it was one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place. He was confident in how he held himself, how he acted, how he spoke. You admired that about him.

Tom’s eyes were soft and his face relaxed, though you saw the slight clench of his jaw. He swam towards you, the water gun floating forgotten in the middle of the pool and he put his hands on your knees. You stopped kicking your legs and Tom rested his chin on his knuckles. Your heart was beating like crazy as you waited in anticipation of what he was going to say. If he was going to say anything.

“So how do you feel about me?” he asked, searching your eyes. “It’s not every day that your beautiful best friend decides to kiss-”

“I like you,” you rushed out. You froze from the suddenness of your confession. Tom lifted his head, eyes wide and his grip on your knees tightening lightly.

You felt like you were on fire. You became aware of every sensation touching your body from the heat of the concrete, the chill of the water and especially the warmth of Tom’s hands.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” you asked, suddenly feeling out of breath and slightly annoyed at yourself. You pushed back some hair that stuck to your cheek. “Is that what you wanted, Tom?”

Tom’s temporary look of shock melted away into that of tenderness and warmth. His lips curved to reveal a lipless smile. Tom had a variety of smiles, all conveying different things. This particular one you’d learnt to recognise was reserved for moments when he was around his family, Tessa or when he was talking about his latest projects. Your stomach did a flip.

“It was, yeah,” Tom chuckled. He proceeded to lay his arms across your knees and rest his chin on them all the while keeping his eyes on you. Out of habit, your hand reached forward to push a wayward strand of Tom’s curly hair to the side. His smile grew as you did so and you wondered to yourself how many times this man could make your stomach flip in such a short amount of time.

“So you uh... like me as well?” you asked lamely, clearing your throat. “As in like like me, like more than a-”

“Friend?” Tom grinned, finishing your sentence. “Yes for fuck sake, (Y/N)-” he laughed, his chest vibrating against your shins. “-I thought I’d made it obvious by now.”

“Always good to check.” You looked away blushing profusely. For the past few months, you’d been fantasising about how the both of you would be confessing your feelings to each other. If he even liked you back for that matter. You could never tell whether the constant teasing and sly remarks you exchanged meant anything or if it was all just good fun. Many fantasies were based on missed opportunities and thinking back to something that happened that day and altering it so that by the end you were in each other’s arms kissing passionately. You often found yourself screaming into your pillow afterwards (not one of your finest moments). Never had you imagined that it would happen in such an uncoordinated and awkward way. Or maybe you had. You just hoped that it wouldn’t turn out that way.

Tom dropped back down into the water and swam to your side propping himself up on the pool’s edge. You tried to think of something to say as you felt his leg press against yours.

“I’ve had a crush on you for almost a year now you know,” Tom confessed suddenly.

You stared in disbelief. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s true!” he insisted. “I’m surprised I was able to keep it a secret for so long.”

You swatted his arm. “You should’ve told me! You could’ve saved me a whole lot of misery.”

“You should’ve told me. You know how I am with romantic declarations, (Y/N). They make me nervous,” Tom trailed off, staring down at the water.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, nervous about romance? Why I’ve never heard of such ludicrous!” You smiled. “Spiders, maybe, but romantic gestures? Who are you and what have you done with my favourite Holland?”

“Shut up. This was different.” Tom returned his gaze to you. “It was you.”

A blush started to creep up from your neck to your already burning face. It was rare to see Tom act so nervously and you couldn't help but feel like you'd accomplished something unprecedented. "Well, I'm flattered."

You rested your head on Tom’s shoulder. “Wanna go watch ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming’ with me?”

“Again?” Tom asked, amused. “If you wanted to look at my abs all you have to do is look down here.”

You heard the sound of Tom patting his stomach and rolled your eyes saying, “Have you ever considered that maybe I just like Spider-Man?”

“Sweetheart, I am Spider-Man.”

Lifting your head, you gave him a flat look. You got up and grabbed the colourful beach towel you had left on the lounger earlier. "Hey, where are you going?” Tom asked, also standing up.

“To watch Homecoming, silly.” You wrapped the towel around your body. “And I don’t care if you don’t want to watch it with me. I’ll just enjoy the film by myself.”

With your head held high, you grabbed your sunglasses and started to walk toward the house. You knew from past experience that it wouldn’t be four steps before Tom said-

“Wait, wait, I’m coming!”

A small smile threatened to break through your cool exterior. You turned around to wait for him. He grabbed the spare white towel on the table and jogged over to you as he dried his hair.

“Okay, let’s go.” Tom smiled at you, his hair now a curly mess. The sun stood behind him, illuminating his dark brown curls and your hands itched to fix them. You reached a hand up to the side of his head to smooth his hair down. In the spur of the moment, you stood on your tippy toes and pressed a short kiss on his lips.

He had that smile on his lips again as you pulled away. You grinned back but your smile was inked in devilish gaiety.

“I love you, Tom, I do,” you said. “but remember when I said that you’d won? Yeah, I was just kidding.”

Tom had not noticed you move your hands to his chest. With the pool idly waiting behind him, you gave Tom a firm shove sending him toppling into the cool water with a splash.

Your eyes lit up and you made a dash for the house, laughing as you run. You heard Tom resurface.

“(Y/N)!”

you ask to be tagged, and i’ll tag you: @onedirectionjessica

#michelle writes things #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland #spider-man: homecoming #splash #im so proud to finally post this #hope you guys like it #bc this imagine has come a long way from where it began ahaha

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