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songbirdseung · 10 months ago

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moments / kim sunoo

synopsis: just random fluff moments with your favorite person

pairing: kim sunoo x reader

warnings: tooth rotting sweetness, written in 3rd person

wc: 2.9k

Here's to my sunoo stans who don't get the justive they deserve

"Is there any moments that are your favorite?" the interviewer asking sunoo, hoping to get any information on sunoo's relationship that was just announced to the public.

"I love every moment I get to have with yn but if I had to name a few..." that's when he started to go into his own little world and reminisce on the times he's had with you.

I. Questioning Your Relationship:

Yn sat on the grassy hill, the sun shining brightly overhead as a light breeze played with their hair. Lost in the melody of "Never Gonna Give You Up," they hummed the tune, unaware of Sunoo's approach until he sat down beside them.

"What was it that made me fall for you, again?" Sunoo asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Yn paused their humming, turning to look at him with a grin. "My undeniable charm and dazzling wit, of course."

Sunoo chuckled, reaching over to intertwine their fingers. "I think it might've been your terrible taste in music."

Yn gasped in mock offense, nudging him playfully. "Hey, Rick Astley is a classic!"

"True," Sunoo conceded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Yn's cheek. "But I think I fell for you because of moments like this, just being together, enjoying the simple things."

Yn felt their heart swell with affection, leaning into his touch. "Well, get ready for a lifetime of terrible music and simple moments, because I'm never gonna give you up."

Sunoo laughed, pulling Yn closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

II. You Feel Like Home

On their anniversary, Yn decided to surprise Sunoo with a homemade dinner, despite their usual lack of culinary expertise.

In the kitchen, pots and pans clattered as Yn attempted to follow the instructions, occasionally pausing to consult their phone or taste-test a sauce with a dubious expression. Sunoo, sensing the chaos from the living room, couldn't resist peeking in to see what was happening.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" Sunoo teased, leaning against the doorway with a grin.

Yn turned, a faint blush dusting their cheeks. "Just attempting to make us a fancy dinner for our anniversary," they admitted sheepishly.

Sunoo's eyes softened with affection as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Yn from behind. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, you know. Just being with you is special enough for me."

Yn leaned back into his embrace, smiling at his reflection in the kitchen window. "I know, but I wanted to do something special for you. Besides, how hard can cooking be, right?"

As the evening progressed, the kitchen filled with the aroma of their culinary experiment. Despite a few mishaps along the way, they managed to put together a meal that, while not quite gourmet, was made with love.

Sitting down at the table adorned with candles and flowers, Yn and Sunoo shared a laugh as they sampled their creation. It might not have been perfect, but in that moment, surrounded by warmth and affection, it was the most delicious meal they had ever tasted.

III. Where It All Started

Yn had been harboring a massive crush on Sunoo for what felt like forever. Every time they were around him, their heart raced, their palms grew sweaty, and coherent sentences seemed to flee from their mind. But despite their best efforts to flirt, they couldn't seem to muster up the courage to confess their feelings.

Fortunately, Yn had a group of friends who were not only aware of their crush but were also massive shippers of the potential romance.

One day, as Yn sat with the Enhypen in their favorite café, they couldn't resist stealing glances at Sunoo, who was engrossed in a book at the opposite end of the table.

Jake, ever observant, nudged Yn with a mischievous grin. "You should totally ask him to join you for a movie night this weekend. It's the perfect opportunity to cozy up together."

Sunghoon chimed in, "And you can make sure to pick a romantic movie. You know, to set the mood."

Jay added with a wink, "And don't forget the popcorn. Extra butter."

Yn blushed furiously, but they couldn't deny the appeal of the plan. With a nod of determination, they resolved to follow their friends' advice.

That weekend, armed with a carefully curated movie selection and an abundance of popcorn, Yn nervously invited Sunoo over for a movie night. To their relief, he accepted with a smile, and soon they found themselves snuggled up on the couch, bathed in the glow of the TV screen.

As the movie played, Yn stole glances at Sunoo, heart pounding in their chest. And to their delight, they noticed him mirroring their actions, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual.

IV. I Love You

Yn's heart raced as they gathered the courage to speak the words they had been holding back for so long.

"You know I love you, right?" they finally confessed, their voice barely above a whisper.

Sunoo's eyes softened, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I hope so, otherwise this whole relationship will get really awkward," he replied, his tone teasing but filled with warmth.

With a contented sigh, they buried their face in the crook of Sunoo's neck, feeling a sense of peace settle over them.

V. My Support System

Sunoo sat hunched over his desk, the soft glow of his computer screen illuminating the darkened room. He had been up late, grappling with a particularly tricky melody for a new song, his thoughts a jumble of notes and lyrics.

Lost in his creative process, he was startled when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Yn standing there, a comforting smile on their face as they held out a steaming cup of tea.

"I thought you might need a little pick-me-up," Yn said softly, their eyes filled with concern. "Thank you," he murmured, touched by Yn's thoughtfulness.

With a tender kiss on the top of his head, Yn settled into the chair beside him, offering their support without a word. Together, they worked side by side, Yn offering encouragement and feedback as Sunoo poured his heart and soul into the music.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Sunoo played the final notes of his song, a sense of accomplishment flooding through him. Turning to Yn, he couldn't help but smile, grateful for their unwavering support.

"Couldn't have done it without you," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. Yn smiled back, their eyes sparkling with pride. "Anytime," they replied.

VI. Furniture Shopping

Sunoo sighed as he surveyed the sorry state of his dorm's couch, its once sturdy frame now marred by broken legs thanks to the mischievous antics of his fellow members. With a resigned shake of his head, he turned to Yn, who had volunteered to help him pick out a replacement.

"Well, I guess it's time to go furniture shopping," Sunoo said with a wry smile, trying to make light of the situation.

And so, armed with a list of furniture stores, Sunoo and Yn set out on their quest. They wandered through showroom after showroom, testing out various couches of all shapes and sizes. Some were too stiff, others too lumpy, but finally, they stumbled upon the perfect one.

It was love at first sit. The couch was plush and inviting, with cushions so soft that they seemed to envelop them in a warm embrace. Sunoo and Yn sank into its depths, letting out simultaneous sighs of contentment.

"This is it," Sunoo declared, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned back against the cushions.

Yn nodded in agreement, their smile mirroring Sunoo's. "Definitely. It's like sitting on a cloud." For a moment, they simply sat there, enjoying the comfort of the new couch and the quiet companionship of each other.

VII. Accidents

Yn winced as they shifted on the couch, their ankle throbbing with pain despite the comforting weight of the cast encasing it. They had been laid up with a sprained ankle for what felt like an eternity, forced to rely on crutches to get around and feeling more than a little frustrated with their immobility.

Sunoo, ever the supportive boyfriend, sat beside them, a sympathetic expression on his face as he watched Yn struggle with their discomfort. Determined to lift their spirits, he reached for a marker and carefully began to doodle little hearts on Yn's cast.

"What are you doing?" Yn asked, their curiosity piqued by Sunoo's sudden burst of creativity.

"Just trying to make your cast a little more stylish," Sunoo replied with a grin, his hand moving deftly as he added more hearts to the design.

Yn couldn't help but smile at his efforts, the simple gesture warming their heart despite the pain in their ankle. As Sunoo continued to doodle, they leaned against him, grateful for his presence and the comfort of his touch.

"Thanks," Yn murmured, their voice soft with appreciation.

Sunoo glanced up from his artwork, his eyes meeting Yn's with a tender gaze. "Anything for you," he replied, his tone filled with sincerity.

VII. YN To The Rescue

Yn slipped out of bed, determined to satisfy Sunoo's hunger pangs. They quickly threw on a hoodie and sneakers, grabbing their keys and wallet before heading out into the cool night air.

The streets were quiet and deserted as Yn made their way to the nearest convenience store, their steps quickening with each passing minute. Finally, they reached their destination and hurried inside, scanning the aisles until they found what they were looking for: tteokbokki, Sunoo's favorite late-night snack.

Grabbing a few packs of the spicy rice cakes, Yn made their way to the checkout counter, their heart racing with anticipation. They couldn't wait to see the look of delight on Sunoo's face when they presented him with his beloved treat.

Minutes later, Yn returned home, the warm glow of the streetlights casting long shadows as they unlocked the door and tiptoed inside.

With a smile, Yn crept into the kitchen, quietly preparing the tteokbokki before placing it on a plate and carrying it to the bedroom. They presented him with the steaming dish, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his favorite snack.

"You didn't have to," Sunoo murmured, touched by Yn's thoughtfulness.

Yn simply shrugged, a fond smile playing on their lips. "Anything for you, especially when it comes to tteokbokki." And as they sat together in the dim light of the bedroom, sharing the spicy rice cakes and laughing softly.

IX. Stuck With You

Sunoo peered out the window, dismay written all over his face as he watched the rain pour down in sheets, drenching the streets outside. It was supposed to be the day of their long-awaited date, but Mother Nature had other plans.

With a sigh, he turned to Yn, who stood beside him, their disappointment palpable. "Looks like our plans are ruined," he said, a hint of regret in his voice.

Yn nodded, a small frown marring their features. "Yeah, I was really looking forward to it."

But Sunoo wasn't one to let a little rain dampen their spirits. With a mischievous grin, he grabbed Yn's hand, pulling them towards the couch. "Well, since we're stuck indoors anyway, why don't we make the most of it?"

And so, they spent the afternoon huddled together on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows as they delved into the depths of Sunoo's movie collection. Some were classics, others were so bad they were almost unwatchable, but they laughed and joked through them all, their spirits buoyed by each other's company.

As evening approached and the rain showed no signs of letting up, they snuggled closer together on the couch, content to stay cocooned in their little bubble of laughter and love.

X. Bad Decisions

Sunoo's eyes sparkled with excitement as he pointed towards the towering roller coaster, its loops and twists standing out against the vibrant backdrop of the amusement park. "Come on, Yn, let's go on that one!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Yn hesitated for a moment, their stomach twisting with nerves at the sight of the formidable ride. Roller coasters were never their favorite, but they didn't want to disappoint Sunoo, who was practically bouncing with anticipation.

"Okay, let's do it," Yn agreed, forcing a smile as they tried to muster up some courage.

The safety bar clicked into place, trapping them in place as the coaster lurched forward, climbing higher and higher until they were soaring through the air.

Yn's heart pounded in their chest as the coaster hurtled down the first drop, their stomach dropping with it. They gripped the safety bar with white-knuckled intensity, their eyes squeezed shut as they tried to block out the sensation of freefalling.

Beside them, Sunoo whooped with excitement, his laughter mingling with the screams of the other riders. But as the coaster continued its wild journey, Yn's initial bravado began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of dread.

By the time the ride came to an end, Yn was a trembling mess, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they stumbled out of their seat. Sunoo looked over at them with concern, his excitement tempered by the realization that Yn hadn't enjoyed the ride as much as he had hoped.

"Are you okay?" Sunoo asked, his voice filled with worry as he reached out to steady Yn.

Yn nodded weakly, their legs feeling like jelly as they leaned against Sunoo for support. "I think I'll stick to the gentler rides from now on," they admitted sheepishly, a weak smile tugging at their lips.

Sunoo wrapped an arm around Yn's shoulders, pulling them close as they made their way out of the amusement park. "That's okay," he said gently, his voice filled with understanding. "As long as we're together, it doesn't matter what rides we go on."

XI. Concert Surprise

Sunoo stepped onto the stage, the roar of the crowd enveloping him like a warm embrace as he prepared to perform for his adoring fans. The energy in the air was palpable, crackling with excitement and anticipation.

Little did Sunoo know, amidst the sea of faces in the audience, Yn stood front and center, a banner clutched tightly in their hands, their heart pounding with nervous excitement. They had traveled for hours to be here, determined to surprise Sunoo and show him their unwavering support.

As the music filled the air and Sunoo began to sing, Yn's eyes never left him, their heart swelling with pride at the sight of their boyfriend commanding the stage with such confidence and charisma. They held up their banner high, the words "Sunoo, You're Our Star!" emblazoned across it in bold letters, hoping that Sunoo would catch a glimpse of it amidst the sea of fans.

And then, it happened. Sunoo's gaze flickered over the crowd, his eyes locking with Yn's as he spotted the banner waving proudly in the air. A smile spread across his face, his heart swelling with love and gratitude at the sight of Yn, their unwavering support shining bright in the dimly lit arena.

In that moment, Yn felt a rush of overwhelming joy wash over them as Sunoo sang his heart out, pouring his soul into every note. They cheered and applauded with the rest of the crowd, their voice hoarse from shouting Sunoo's name, but they didn't care. They were just happy to be here, to witness Sunoo's talent and passion firsthand, and to show him just how much he meant to them.

After the concert, as Sunoo made his way offstage, he spotted Yn waiting for him, their eyes shining with pride and adoration. Without hesitation, he made a beeline for them, pulling them into a tight embrace as he whispered words of thanks and love into their ear.

"Thank you for being here," Sunoo said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

Yn smiled up at him, their heart overflowing with love. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world," they replied, their voice filled with sincerity.

XII. Fake It Till You Make It

Sunoo and Yn lay in bed side by side, the glow of the TV casting eerie shadows across the room as they tried to shake off the lingering effects of the horror movie they had just watched. Despite their best efforts to appear unaffected, both knew that sleep would be elusive tonight.

"Pretty intense movie, huh?" Sunoo remarked casually, his voice carefully casual as he tried to gauge Yn's reaction.

Yn shrugged nonchalantly, their heart still racing from the adrenaline of the film. "Yeah, it was alright," they replied, their tone equally noncommittal.

Silence settled between them, punctuated only by the faint sounds of the night outside. But despite their attempts to play it cool, both Sunoo and Yn were acutely aware of the tension in the air, the lingering unease that the movie had left behind.

"Are you scared?" Sunoo asked suddenly, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

Yn hesitated for a moment before shaking their head adamantly. "Of course not," they replied, their voice a little too forceful to be convincing.

Sunoo raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Me neither," he said, his voice teasing as he tried to mask his own unease.

But as the minutes stretched into hours and sleep continued to elude them, Sunoo and Yn found themselves drawing closer together, seeking comfort in each other's presence.

And as dawn began to break outside the window, casting a soft glow over the room, Sunoo and Yn finally allowed themselves to relax, the tension of the night slowly fading away.

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ravenclawwitchc · 2 years ago

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Endless Summer

One side dies, the other lives on for a long time, but with a happy ending. (Maybe?

In the afternoon, Kudo Shinichi and Mouri Ran attended the funeral of Mrs. Hope. At the time of her passing, she tightly held the pocket watch bestowed upon her by her husband on their wedding day and the cross medal earned by her son. All the inhabitants of the island surrounded her, including her husband and son. Time, ever flexible, reversed her body to its most exquisite state in memory—her white hair turned black, wrinkles faded away, and the bronze pocket watch regained its smoothness. Her parting words were, "I have no regrets." Ran leaned over the edge of the bed, her petite hand gently resting upon the rigid fingers of the departed, silently offering her blessings.

A reunion banquet ensued following the funeral as the sun slowly ascended towards the east. Shinichi and Ran graciously obtained leave, promising to arrive a little later. While the adults collectively hurried to the other side of the island to greet the newly arrived neighbors, these two children, hand in hand, clumsily ran towards their secret hideaway. They had made distinctive markings on the parchment map they had prepared a few days earlier in the courtyard.

Skipping through a lush expanse of wolf-tail grass and prickly juniper bushes, adorned with the resplendent blooms of the Endless Summer hydrangea, Shinichi narrowly avoided a face-to-face encounter with a swooping black-backed albatross. Fortunately, his companion courageously shielded him. After a hesitant circling, the albatross soared away, its wingbeats lost amidst the symphony of birdsong.

Looking up at the majestic creature, they watched it ascend higher and higher, riding the sunbeams that filtered through the foliage toward the island's edge. With a shared glance, they promptly followed its lead.

"Hey! We found it! It's right here!" Pushing aside the final obstruction, a towering leaf, a golden sandy beach emerged before their eyes, devoid of coarse gravel. "See, Ran? I told you, you wouldn't get lost if you followed me," the young boy exclaimed playfully, casting a proud glance at their intertwined hands, his sun-kissed face graced with a smile.

Ran squeezed the boy's hand firmly, observing the momentary quirk of his features, and narrowed her eyes with a playful smirk. "It seems that Conan is indeed more reliable than Shinichi, isn't he?"

During their preparations for the wedding in Hawaii, they clandestinely slipped away, temporarily delegating the various details, such as the banquet arrangements and guest list, to their respective parents. Despite their deep love for each other, marriage remained a weighty topic for these twenty-year-old lovers. They rediscovered the sensations of young romance, realizing their youthful spirits like any eloping couple, hearts thumping powerfully within their chests.

The darkness concealed their blushing cheeks, and they believed in an infinite realm of possibilities for the future, until the woman expressed her desire to return. The man, using getting lost as an excuse, continued to guide her in circles along the highways of Hawaii. Ran didn't believe the reason at all, yet she couldn't resist the fervent and bashful gaze of Shinichi.

"All of that is in the past now. Tell me the truth, though. Weren't you enjoying yourself back then?" The little boy had enough discernment to know when she called him Conan, whether she was genuinely angry or just playfully teasing.

Over time, this topic had ceased to be taboo between them. He smirked, pulling her closer and planting a chaste kiss on her ring finger, his eyes lifting to observe her expression. They shared an unspoken understanding, choosing not to bring up the interrupted wedding and redirecting their gaze toward the entrance of the underwater tunnel before them. "This is it, isn't it, Ran? The dinosaur."

During her childhood, Ran had a phase of being obsessed with dinosaur plush toys. She arranged the stegosaurus, triceratops, and tyrannosaurus rex according to their size, placing them by her pillow. When she passed by classmates in school who fervently idolized the tyrannosaurus rex, she couldn't help but engage in debates, her body bursting with fiery determination, ready to challenge those who dared to comment, "Liking dinosaurs isn't girly enough."

Shinichi was always there to support and cheer her on, unconditionally believing that she had the potential to star as the leading lady in Jurassic World, even when she blushed due to Yukiko's teasing. He would earnestly encourage her; little did they know that this was a prophecy that would be fulfilled in the distant future.

In her thirties, Ran finally had the qualifications to appear in such a production. On the green screen set, she almost burst into laughter due to the actors disguised as dinosaurs around her. No one knew what memories the actress, known for her disciplined demeanor, was recalling. Only Sonoko, who visited the set, worriedly held her hand.

Now they were truly inside the underwater tunnel, a remarkably long passage that no one had ever had the patience to venture to its end. The islanders wondered who could harbor such wild fantasies. Shinichi and Ran simply smiled upon hearing these speculations, reclaiming a semblance of the joy they experienced during their childhood adventures, hidden from Eri.

"Look at this, Shinichi!" The tunnel emitted a faint glow as Ran leaned against the glass, observing the various marine dinosaurs of all sizes outside.

Her gaze pierced through the dense blue of the underwater world. A majestic ichthyosaur gracefully glided by, its streamlined form and translucent body passing effortlessly through the tunnel, akin to a phantom. Yet, the tunnel itself trembled as if acknowledging its presence.

Ran recalled the games she played with Shinichi Kudo during their childhood. They would use the wooden floor as their ocean, maneuvering their dinosaur models to collide with each other. Sometimes her thoughts would wander from the game, focusing instead on the boy across from her who playfully uttered childish remarks. Sunlight danced between his brows and eyes. Now, in retrospect, she felt that her affection for him had extended beyond what she initially believed, reaching back further than their time in New York City.

Her heart trembled, and instinctively, she reached out to the side, her hand being effortlessly caught. She turned her head to look at Shinichi, knowing that he was reminiscing about their aquarium date. He had an unreasonable memory for every occasion when she refused to acknowledge their relationship, playfully keeping a tally for future reference. Truly a child at heart.

As they emerged from the silent tunnel, the melodies of birdsong reclaimed their sense of hearing, bringing boundless joy of life. On their return journey, they attempted to take a different path than before. Guiding their way was a short-tailed albatross, with a slight damage to its right wing and a red string tied to its left foot. As it took flight, the red thread traced a swaying arc, and its white feathers gleamed in the twilight.

Shinichi remembered that the albatross was a friend of the Kasahara couple on the island. He and Ran had dined at their home, where Mr. Kasahara, with his infectious smile, had treated them to ramen, a trendy dish for his generation. Reflecting on their connection with the albatross, they had once been buried together under scorching lava during a volcanic eruption in the Izu Islands.

The albatross led them to the reunion banquet, and the long walk left the two children with sore legs. Ran began to miss having an adult body. The adults on the island had a wicked sense of humor and enjoyed welcoming every visitor with a colorful spray. By the time Shinichi and Ran arrived, the venue was adorned with streamers, and parents, children, couples, and friends were dancing around a blazing campfire.

When the Kasahara couple saw them, the twirling skirts came to a halt, and they asked where they had been in the afternoon. But the two children remained silent, determined to let the mystery of the dinosaurs be something only they knew.

"Who came today?" Shinichi arranged the dishes for Ran. Since his arrival, he quickly became familiar with everything, and after her arrival, he went the extra mile to do all the little things for her. Mrs. Kasahara blinked her deep brown eyes, gesturing for him to look at the couple not far away. Unlike the laughing and joyful crowd, they remained motionless, embracing each other. They formed a silent silhouette as if burning in the midst of the fire.

"Was I like that back then too?" Ran gazed at them, feeling a long-lost sense of embarrassment welling up in her heart.

The encounter with Rose and Jack after their deaths allowed the aged woman to relive her youth, forever staying on that Titanic. Seventeen was the best time in Rose's heart. Many significant events also happened when Ran was seventeen—her childhood friend's disappearance, confirming their romantic relationship and, reunion. Yet, she met Shinichi as a child, as if denying the young adulthood, they were supposed to share after their long separation. Fortunately, Shinichi was understanding of her vulnerability, perhaps out of remorse. He knew the fleeting nature of their reunion, so he refrained from asking.

They brought the chiffon cake back to the yard, filled with Endless Summer, intending to save it for tomorrow or maybe yesterday. As they pulled up the curtains, Shinichi finally embraced Ran affectionately. It was the usual position they always slept in on the small bed, even though she teased his childlike body, unable to do anything. The dinosaur plush toy nestled quietly beside them.

Before going to sleep, they chatted about dinosaurs, hoped for rain the next day, and were reminded of playing It Takes Two by the couple they met today.

In the midst of their conversation, their silent gazes met. Ran thought to herself that life would be better if it only consisted of childhood. They had already spent countless days and nights together on this small island, but it felt too brief compared to her long solitude and his abruptly interrupted life. Perhaps one day, like Mrs. Hope, they would have no more regrets. But until that future arrived, they had unlimited time together.

FIN

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withoutmonsterswebecomethem · 7 months ago

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With Mindy's smile, he knew he had hooked them. Not that he was setting out that many lures. Or wanted to do so. But Bryn couldn't resist a little trouble and if he had a companion for some, it seemed better, overall. Giving a slight smile, he tipped his head slightly, before moving his attention elsewhere. In the end, it was certainly up to Mindy, and he wouldn't mind one way or the other. He would still offer any other time for some form of fun in the form of mischief. His attention moves back to them as they give their name, “Mintra.” He repeated under his breath, committing it verbally to his memory. Bryn tried to think of any nicknames worth mentioning, but came up with none too friendly, “Ah-I suppose you could call me Bry? But what's a three-letter word to four. Such a nickname.” He made fun of himself with a light laugh.

At asking about spitting in their hand to bind a friendship 'contract' he lifts his head slightly, thinking. Not too certain if that was something from The Goonies, his mind was drawing a blank at that moment. It had been a while since he had even seen it. But he did know it was standard in either case, “Better than exchanging blood, as the alternative.” He replied in a playful tone, not sure anyone would be silly enough to do that in adulthood. But, he also could guess some would, “Spit it is.” Bringing his left hand up to his mouth he let it water for a moment, then covering his mouth he eyed Mindy, testing them to see if they would move to spit in their own hand.

After he introduced himself, he quirked an eyebrow, surprised by their calling his last name 'badass' The kids he grew up with did not hold the same affection. Bryn pointed briefly, “Oh! Right! I go there often and look around. It has some pretty interesting stuff” Not the rocks-er, crystals, but he liked the look of everything else, otherwise. Bryn also didn't have much belief in being able to tell futures, or, whatever it was, he imagined Fortune Tellers claimed to do. Despite his being quite a superstitious person. Listening to Mindy he gave a few nods of his head, invested in what they were saying, all in all, “Kismet.” He repeated, committing this word to memory.

“Well, I don't know anything about witchcraft either. I guess being given this name was fate.” He surmised a bit, sure, fate could explain a lot of things in his life. Things he wished fate hadn't chosen for him. Bringing a hand to his chin, he thought, giving a scrunch of his nose, “I think I should get a tarot reading one day. See what it's all about.” He mused. But he could see how this conversation brought the other to life, well, more to life. Mindy was someone he enjoyed the company of, absolutely. He felt like he didn't have to hide so much of his own oddities in their presence. Leaning back against the bench, he looked up at the sky, bouncing his left leg as he sat quietly for a moment.

“Yeah, growl at them or something? They already think you're weird, right? Own it. I guess.” With a tired shrug he stretched his left leg out, finding a loose pebble to toy with, “I guess that face would get you stares.” Bryn teased as he tapped his pencil to the journal in his lap, “But?” He pries as Mindy pauses, waiting for them to continue. What they had said next, however, had him going quiet for another moment or so, and then he nodded his head, “I guess when people don't know someone and something like this happens, it's easier to pin someone with a little or different and complex history than it is to convince people the monster has been with the pack the whole time.”

Though, he honestly didn't know much about too many people here. He had been around, here and there, kind of in the background of things. Mostly, he was a shut-in while he was recovering. It did not leave him to be well-connected in Anchorage. This thought led to one of him also possibly being one such easy scapegoat. Tilting his head back a bit, he closed his eyes, “I guess you just have to be you, and hopefully you aren't a killer. I would definitely not want to be accused and be treated like a witch in Salem because I don't think I have the tools to stop the town from drowning me in a lake.” He turned his head, holding a breath, “But. Best case scenario. If anyone does have anything to do with it all, hopefully, they are found soon.” …Though, it might be hard to capture an alien. Will Smith punched one unconscious though, so it's not impossible…

And then it happened again. Someone was giving him something. This time it was a leather jacket, though. Not like the other thing at all. Bryn adjusted himself however, taking it and holding it back toward Mindy, amused at their misunderstanding but quickly wanting to correct it, “Ah, no. Mindy. I mean, thank you. It's very nice of you. But I didn't mean I was freezing right now. My coat is doing great for the time being, but sitting out in this cold weather for a long period would be a problem with, or without your jacket. You should take it, please.” He held it out, then glanced toward the ground, “It's good, you should like you. Even though this is only one of the longest times we've talked, I don't think you're awful. You're interesting. If you can be yourself for as long as possible, will you?” Pulling out his own gloves from his coat pockets, he assured them he was good.

Well, I like a bit of mischief, and that sounds like it would be a pretty mischievous partnership, huh? Mindy smiled instinctively. Something about Bryn was easy-going; they didn't feel forced to conform themselves to social norms to achieve a positive interaction, nor end up on the wrong side of the stick when they fumbled it and fanned out the feathers of their true colors. The former aronist would like to believe that the person that they had become was good — not purified ( they didn't think that chugging a gallon of holy water, or bathing in Epsom salts, were going to exorcise their ineffably heinous acts, ) but someone who did no harm where it wasn't warranted. "I'm Mintra. You can call me Mindy. Or Mint. Or maybe Minds, but definitely not Min," they introduced in return, striking out their hand as if they were binding a covenant oath, "Should we spit on our hands or something before we shake? Like they do in the movies. What's that one? Goonies?" ( If that didn't happen in The Goonies, they'd never actually seen the film, in their defense. )

Ravencroft. "That's so badass. You know, I'm a fortune teller at the Raven House, so I guess that's what they call kismet. And the croft part almost sounds like craft. Although, I don't know how to do witchcraft, I can barely read tarot cards." If it weren't obvious, their thoughts raced at a mile-a-minute, but they figured that Bryn could keep up with their trivial prattling. Nimble fingers drew their hair over their shoulder, relaxing into the park bench as their conversation lengthened, the saturnine galaxies in their dark eyes dispersing to make leeway for their newfound companion. Their erstwhile annoyance with the bench for making them eat dirt was now ancient history.

They didn't pry further into his writing, for once sensing that it was not information for them to consume. ( Besides, if they did share it, Mindy couldn't read, and then they would look like a buffoon. ) "Mean mug them?" the other parroted, pinching their fingers around their gaudy earrings and scoffing half-heartedly, "I mean, it's not like I've never been fucking stared at, I leave the house with this full face every day." Mindy indicated to their traditional gothic makeup, the whole works of a pale foundation and strongly-drawn features accentuating their default bitch face. "But..." The lighthearted banter faded slightly, and they followed Bryn's gaze, surveilling their surroundings. "I guess, I look like the suspect in that murder case over last summer...? But we're not like, related, and I didn't know her... or how to use the internet that much."

Dark lips contorted to mirth, ebullient laughter resurfacing, bedazzled gems of their teeth glittering in the sunlight that punched a hole in the clouds. Generally, the fortune teller wasn't one for overthinking — Bryn's blunt assertions grabbed their tether and pulled them back to reality. For an evanescent second, they split from their body and hovered above to point and laugh at themselves, and it aligned with the guffaws tumbling out of their mouth. Kicking their legs, they shrugged out of their leather jacket, dolled with corky buttons, holding it out to him and surrendering, "You're right. Sorry for bombarding you like that, it's easier to get a second opinion from someone who's not, like, biased to you. If you get what I mean. I think I'm an acquired taste. I mean, I like me, but — here, so you don't get frostbite. I think I might have gloves, too."

#▌◊ Mindy #Threads

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thelazyhermits · 5 years ago

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No Holding Back

I wanna start off by saying that right now I don’t plan to write the end of the year final exam aside from what I wrote in that one post I reblogged yesterday. I just don’t have any inspiration for the actual battle and I think it’d be better in third person POV which is not my preference since I like writing second person.

However, there is one scene that happens before the exam that I really wanted to write, so here it is. I hope y’all enjoy it! ^-^

Today’s the big day. The day you’ve been preparing for these past several weeks.

The day of Class 1-A’s practical final exam

Rather than be with the other teachers who are currently explaining to the students what their exam will be like, you’re walking through the fake cityscape where your exam will be held. The reason for this being that Nedzu thought it would be extra entertaining if Midoriya and Bakugou didn’t find out who their exam proctor was until the very last minute.

While you could’ve waited to reveal yourself during the exam, you decided not to since you wanted to talk to the boys beforehand. There’s something important you want them to know that needs to be said before the exam begins.

That’s why you decide to wait for your students at the cityscape’s entrance, wearing the hero suit Hatsume has been working on with the exception of your helmet since you wanted the boys to be able to see your face when you were talking to them. You want them to be able to see how important what you’re about to tell them is.

On the way to the entrance, you check to make sure all the traps you and Hatsume set up all across the cityscape are in place and ready to go. Thankfully, since your exam is the last one of the day, you have plenty of time to do this.

About fifteen minutes after you eventually arrive at the entrance gate, the school bus driven by Yagi drops off Midoriya and Bakugou, who are both clad in their hero costumes. Once they take notice of you, their eyes grow large.

“Y/N-sensei?!”

With a smile, you wave at your students. “Hey, guys, I bet you weren’t expecting me when you were told your exam proctor would be a surprise, huh?”

Thankfully, the boys don’t look disappointed about the fact that you’re their opponent, just surprised. Even though you knew it was stupid, a little part of you had worried that Midoriya and Bakugou would be disappointed that they didn’t get a stronger opponent like the other teachers, so it’s a relief to see that they don’t appear bothered by your role in their final exam.

Bakugou crosses his arms. “So, that’s why we’re the only team that doesn’t have the option of running away. It would be too fucking easy otherwise.”

While a panicked Midoriya tries to quietly scold his classmate, obviously worried that you’d be offended by the blond’s words, you chuckle, “That’s right. If this were a contest of speed, there’s no way I could stop you two. So, we decided to get rid of that option since the point of this exam is to challenge you.”

A grin forms on your lips. “Besides doing that, in order to make things as challenging as possible, we also added the rule about me being able to win if I successfully destroy seventy-five percent or greater of the town you two heroes are supposed to be protecting. Aren’t we teachers so kind? Now, your exam will be even more fun!”

Amusingly enough, Bakugou seems quite pleased with this setup. Midoriya, on the other hand, is chuckling nervously, looking like he can’t decide if he should be happy like his former childhood friend or worried about this situation.

Your grin grows. “You know, the principal was the one who decided I would be your exam proctor. Out of all the teachers, he wanted me to be your opponent. Do you know why?”

Both students stare at you with obvious surprise before shaking their heads. Midoriya then moves to grab his chin. “Considering how the summer final exams were set up, you must have been chosen because the principal believed you were the teacher that posed the greatest challenge for us. Could it be because of your Quirk, or maybe...”

You can’t tell what he says after that since he starts mumbling under his breath, doing so at a very impressive speed that you have no chance of keeping up with. While you watch the green haired boy with obvious amusement, Bakugou glares at him. “Stop your fucking muttering, Deku! No one can fucking understand you if you talk like that, you dumbass!”

Midoriya’s mumbling comes to an abrupt halt as the shorter boy dons a sheepish expression. “Ah, right. Sorry, Kacchan.”

Rolling his eyes, the blond turns to focus his gaze back on you. “Are you gonna tell us the fucking reason, or are we supposed to figure it out ourselves?”

Your eyes twinkle mischievously. “I could tell you, but I won’t. You’re both smart boys after all. I’m sure you’ll both figure it out soon enough.”

Bakugou clicks his tongue at your response while Midoriya’s expression becomes determined. Despite his initial reaction, you know the hothead will work hard to figure out the reason since there’s no way his pride would allow the green haired boy to figure it out before him.

That’s when you remember why you came out to meet the two in the first place. “You were actually supposed to find out about me being your opponent once the exam started, but I decided to meet you guys here ‘cause there’s something I have to tell you before the exam.”

Your expression turns serious, immediately earning you the students’ full, undivided attention. Their postures straighten as their brows furrow while you quietly study them closely for the next several seconds.

Expression never changing, you finally open your mouth to say, “I love you.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before your words properly register, and then, the boys react.

“Ehhhhh?!”

“W-What the fuck?!”

The corners of your lips curve upwards as both their faces turn red, with Midoriya unsurprisingly sporting an extra dark blush that covers his whole face. Rather than tease them like you normally would, you continue, “I admire you both a lot; I have for a long time. You’re two of the strongest people I know, and you guys never cease to amaze me.”

Both students stare at you with wide eyes as you smile softly. “I’m very proud of both of you and how far you’ve come. I consider it an honor to call myself someone you two call teacher. It’s a role I treasure with all my heart.”

Midoriya’s eyes grow teary. “Sensei…”

While Bakugou remains strangely quiet, you put your hands on your hips. “It’s because I love and admire you both so much that I want to give you the best possible challenge. That’s why I have no intention to hold back against you guys. When we face each other, I’m fighting to win.”

Your eyes gain a serious gleam. “So, I want you guys to do the same, understand? I don’t want either of you to even consider holding back against me out of worry that you’ll hurt me with your powerful Quirks. I want you to treat me like you would an actual villain who’s going on a rampage across town.”

A smirk forms on your lips. “The only way you stand a chance of winning is by going at me with all your strength, so if you wanna pass this exam, you better bring nothing less than your A game. Otherwise, I’ll have to give you guys your first failing grade.”

“Hah!”

Immediately, your and Midoriya’s eyes focus on Bakugou who’s giving you his trademark grin. “Like I’d ever do something so half-assed! I was planning on going all out from the start! You’re going down, Sensei!”

Midoriya quickly brings his gaze back to you and gives you a determined look. “We won’t hold back, Sensei! We’ll put everything into this fight and defeat you! We absolutely won’t lose!”

It’s obvious from their expressions that they’re both completely serious. Your students have no intention to lose to you, so you won’t have to worry about them holding back on you.

Warmth bubbles in your chest as you smile at them. “I have high expectations for you both. Don’t let me down.”

Both boys grin at you in return. “Right!”

Knowing you shouldn’t put off the exam any longer, you decide to head back into the cityscape to get ready. Before you do, you decide to have a little fun at your students’ expense. “I’m glad to see you guys so motivated. I thought I would have to offer you both a kiss like I did for the obstacle course race at the Cultural Festival, but I guess I don’t need to, huh?”

Bright blushes color their cheeks as Midoriya begins incoherently stammering. Bakugou scowls as he glares at you. “I told you all I cared about was winning! I didn’t want the damn kiss!”

A teasing grin forms on your lips. “Uh huh. Suuuure. That’s totally the only reason you two were working so hard to win that race.”

Midoriya’s face is completely scarlet now. “S-Sensei!”

You give them a wink before turning to head inside the cityscape. “If you guys really impress me, I might give you another kiss, so good luck!”

The green haired boy releases an embarrassed squeak while Bakugou starts cursing. Meanwhile, you’re laughing as you hurry to get ready for the exam.

Looks like I managed to give myself some more ammunition for the fight. Hopefully, the boys won’t hold it against me if I use their flustered reactions to my advantage.

Your grin grows. This is gonna be so much fun.

#TABF post scene #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #my writing #fortune just couldn't resist teasing them at the end #you can bet she'll be bring that back up #during the exam #when she needs to distract them #fortune's going all out #and has no qualms about being sneaky #midoriya and bakugou better work hard haha #I just love the mental image of fortune saying I love you with a serious face #and imagining the guys' reactions #too funny XD

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worldsentwined · 2 years ago

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(One of my friends is doing daily writing prompts on discord this month - I couldn't resist writing this when I saw it. Prompt is "French kissing fairy princes, and other reasons I’m banned from the library")

Prince Parsley Sage liked many things about being an exchange student in the human realm. Their food tasted better—processed sugar, but don’t tell the tooth fairies or they’d never let him hear the end of it—they had all kinds of music, and the campus library contained information on more subjects than he’d known existed before he came.

Unfortunately, the library was now off-limits.

Fortunately, Pars’s favorite thing about the human realm was Izzy.

“I can’t believe this!”

“Listen, I’m not saying they were justified in kicking us out—”

“—going to file a complaint, this is homophobic specifically against me—”

“And I’m not saying I like, regret it or anything, but you have to admit—”

“I’ll start a petition, that’s what I’ll do! Justice for all, knowledge should be free—”

“—maybe after everything else, this was…kind of the last straw?”

Izzy halted mid-tirade and scowled. “Excuse me? Are you saying there was something wrong about our pure and noble expression of mutual respect and attraction?”

“Um. Well.” Pars rubbed the back of his neck. “You did have your tongue down my throat in the middle of the contemporary politics section. I guess maybe some people don’t want to see that?”

“Best thing to ever happen in that part of the library, probably,” Izzy replied with a huff.

“Better than the time you left a half-eaten piece of pizza on one of the shelves, I guess,” Pars admitted.

“I was coming back for it!”

“And probably better than the time you let those flying snakes loose in the stacks.”

“They were for a homework assignment, I was on my way to class!”

“And like, this was definitely better than the time you accidentally cursed all the books to sing the same song a half-step off from each other.”

“I still say it could have happened to anyone.”

Pars shrugged. “I guess it is a little weird that you got banned for this, and not the hell portal.”

Izzy sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, the hell portal was kind of a mistake.”

They looked so dejected that Pars decided not to bring up the spaghetti incident. “Anyway,” he said, reaching out to pat Izzy’s shoulder, “I guess you’re right, they shouldn’t have made such a big deal about this one. The grass and flowers will come right out of the carpet with a little weed killer, and I think the tree really adds something to the decor.”

Izzy snickered. “Yeah, it adds a great big tree. Say, is that going to happen every time we make out?”

Pars blinked, all innocence. “What, does that not usually happen to humans?” He batted his eyelashes a few times for good measure.

“Of course it doesn’t—oh, you’re messing with me.”

“Yeah.”

“Such a tease, Parsley.” Izzy smacked his arm.

“I was just…surprised, that’s all.” Pars looked at his feet, where bits of moss and tiny purple flower petals still clung. “I didn’t realize you felt that way about me.” He hadn’t realized he’d wanted Izzy to feel that way until about a month ago, when he’d been struck by the horrifying thought that someday he’d have to go home to a realm that didn’t have them in it.

“Really? I thought I was super obvious about it.” Izzy ran their hand down his arm, tugging his sleeve up so they could take his hand. “And who wouldn’t love Prince Parsley Sage, heir to three realms and a castle full of unicorns? Not to mention the fact that you’re, you know, the hottest person to ever get kissed in that library. Half the campus has a crush on you.”

Pars snorted. He didn’t care about other people’s crushes. He only wanted to be loved back, which up until about ten minutes ago had felt impossible. “I keep telling you, the unicorns do not live in the castle, and it’s only two realms. And one of them is considering alternative forms of government, so—”

“Pars—”

“It’s not likely I’ll actually inherit anyway—”

“Parsley—”

“When you think about it, there’s no reason why anyone would be interested—”

“PARSLEY!” In the silence that followed, Izzy rested their free hand on Pars’s cheek. “Did you miss the part where I said I love you?”

Pars raised his head. “You do?”

“Yeah.” Izzy met his gaze, their usual teasing grin gone soft. “In case the display that got us banned from the library didn’t make that clear.”

“Oh.” Pars felt his own lips twitching into an answering smile. “So, since the library is off-limits now, do you think we could do that again, but somewhere more private?”

Izzy twirled a lock of Pars’s hair around their finger, expression going thoughtful. “We could. Or…”

“Or?”

The wicked grin returned in full force. “Or we could go see what it takes to get kicked out of the ice cream parlor.”

Food in the human realm was sweet, but not nearly as sweet as the taste of a laugh on Izzy’s lips. “Okay,” Pars agreed, allowing Izzy to drag him along by the hand as they started toward the ice cream parlor. “But you’re paying.”

#my writing #silly things #fair folk #this story probably needs a title but I can't think of one

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ashasmonsters · 4 years ago

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The Skateboarder

Female reader x Female orc (Morn)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: brief alcohol, stupid memes

Words: 9k

Morn reached between the legs of some intertwined partygoers, retrieved a beer from the strategically placed cooler, then opened it on the strike plate of the living room door. Some of it foamed out and fell on the carpet with the bottle cap but she didn't seem to care. The owners of the sorority house didn't care either.

"...so yeah, she said I stank and got up and left." Morn finished her tale of an attempted one-night stand.

"She didn't even touch you yet?" You asked, leaning in close so she could hear you over the thumping music. As was usual for parties like these, you and Morn had carved out a corner where you could be ignored by everyone else and gossip.

"Well, yeah, but not below the belt. That's what pissed me off. She was all over me all night and as soon as I say I want her to go down on me, she insults me and leaves."

"I mean..." you grinned, unable to resist, "did you stink down there, though?"

Morn punched your shoulder and chuckled.

"Fuck off, it's not like roses and daffodils are the norm. You know, it's like I always say..." It was Morn's turn to grin mischievously.

"Don't fucking say it. I swear to God, Morn. I'm going to laugh really hard and everyone's going to look at me weird. " You pleaded. You knew what would come next; Morn's favorite turn of phrase that she managed to use more often than one would think.

"—like I always say, good pussy smells like the heat coming out of the PS4."

You were true to your word. As you caught your breath between peals of laughter, a few partygoers did in fact stare at you. Despite your prior protests, the stares didn't bother you that much. Here in Morn's gossip corner, all that mattered was whiling the time away until the other half of your group was ready to leave. Dera's whereabouts were unknown but Lash was visible in the corner of the room.

"Looks like Lash's plan is all coming together." You noted. Morn turned to look as well; she was aggressively making out with an Elf boy. He licked her tusks. You grimaced.

"Goddamn. When Lash wants something she gets it."

"She mentioned that guy... what, like, yesterday?" You asked. "From staring at him across the classroom to heavy petting in less than twenty-four hours. That's a new record."

"Makes me feel like I'm not even the same species," Morn complained, finally turning away from Lash's public display of affection. "I know Orc boldness is a stereotype but it's not one I'd mind living up to."

"That's not Orc boldness, that's Lash boldness," you chortled. "Don't be down on yourself for not having it. Besides, she's not looking for a one-night deal; if that Elf doesn't call her back tomorrow she's gonna have her week ruined."

"I guess that's true..." Morn sighed.

"Morn." You firmly squeezed her shoulder and stared at her. "I love Lash to death, but you've never called me at three in the morning crying over the end of a week-and-a-half-long relationship. It's okay to not be dating a new person all the time."

"Yeah, I know." She finished her beer and smiled a bit.

"Besides, if you were hunting down an object of desire every time we were at a party, I'd have no one to chill with. Morn's Gossip Corner is the only thing getting me out of the dorm on Friday nights."

"I'm glad to be of service." She dramatically saluted. "You're right, though. I guess it's just the party atmosphere that makes me forget sleeping around and dating have drawbacks."

"Definitely the party vibe getting to you," you affirmed. "Speaking of sleeping around, though... where's Dera?"

"If I had to guess, upstairs. Text her." Morn suggested.

You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat, aptly titled "THA HOOLIGANZ 👩‍💻👩‍✈️👩‍⚕️🕵️‍♀️" and sent a message:

You: dera where tf are u, its almost been an hour

Almost immediately the indicator that Dera was typing popped up, followed by her reply:

Dera: upstairs. firbolg football player. huge 🍆

"Oh, god." You gagged. Morn pulled out her phone in response to see the cause, then had a similar reaction. She started tapping away at her phone's keyboard.

Morn: damn, dera, chill. we just wanted to make sure you were ok.

The typing indicator preceded yet another reply from Dera.

Dera: lol ok mom

"She's got an attitude tonight, sheesh." Morn shook her head and put her phone away.

"I think tonight an early exit might be a good idea. Dera and Lash seem pretty occupied," you said. You couldn't find Lash or her Elven paramour in the room anymore.

"I think you're right. Text the group and tell 'em we're leaving."

You nodded and did so, receiving 👍 responses from both Dera and Lash after a short pause.

"Let's go." You got up from your place on the sunken-in couch and helped Morn up. The two of you navigated through the fire code-violating sorority house to the front door, where you met the cool night air and the odor of cigarettes. Morn's skateboard was next to yours, propped against the thick trunk of a long-dead tree.

"I don't wanna go back to the dorms yet. It's not that late," Morn said, checking her watch.

"Pizza?" You suggested.

"Pizza."

Before long you were both skating into the night. The entire university town was built into the side of a mountain with the greek life houses at the top, making it a breeze to fashionably exit parties like this one. There were a few drunken revelers to dodge on the way down, but once you cleared the sororities and fraternities it was smooth skating. The incandescent streetlights flew past as century-old houses gave way to newer corner stores and parks. Before long, you and Morn were skating through the thick of the city on a course set for Main Street.

The pleasant sound of plastic wheels on stamped concrete was soon married with the aroma of cheap, indulgent pizza. You wouldn't have needed any senses other than smell to know you arrived at your destination: "Get Stuffed," the type of place where a slice was a dollar and you could write on the walls. As was usual for the time when Friday became Saturday, it was packed with the university crowd; too packed to even sit inside.

You and Morn shimmied to the counter and ordered your usuals. Fortunately, Get Stuffed had nailed speedy service and it was only a few short moments before you were on your way out with greasy pizza on flimsy paper plates. You set your skateboards on the curb and sat on them, side-by-side.

"Thanks for fleeing with me," Morn said, folding her slice of pizza and tucking her loose black curls behind her ear.

"Anytime, Morn." You mimicked her pizza fold before noticing something about the beanie she wore. It was oddly familiar, so you delayed your first bite. "Hey, where's that beanie from?" Morn looked at you, chewing.

"This thing?" She tugged at the chunky burgundy yarn. "You should know."

"I should know?" You mused, finally chewing on your first bite of pizza. It was just as greasy and gratifying as you expected it to be. Then, as realization dawned on you, it almost fell out of your mouth. "You kept that thing for this long?!"

"Of course. It's a good beanie. It's lasted... what, since second grade?" She smirked. "It's one of the best birthday gifts I've gotten. Thanks, by the way."

"Thank you for holding onto it," you countered. "The memories... wow."

"That was the birthday party where we had a sleepover afterward. We played tag, and—"

"Oh, no," you moaned, remembering.

"...you ran so hard that you threw up." Morn giggled. Your cheeks still burned at the vivid memory. You almost forgot crocheting Morn's beanie, but you never forget throwing up at someone's birthday party.

"It's crazy we've been friends for so long." You gracefully changed the subject and started working on your pizza slice in earnest.

"It's not that crazy. You've always been there for me."

"I mean... I try..." you were hiding your blush, feeling warm as Morn readied to shower you with compliments.

"Like the time Chrissie Becker rejected my invitation to prom. You started crying when I started crying, and I hadn't even told you what happened yet." Morn giggled warmly. "Or when our families went camping together and you let me share your sleeping bag when I forgot mine."

"I couldn't just let you sleep on the ground!" you sheepishly defended yourself against the flattery.

"Even though you knew I kicked in my sleep." Morn looked up from her plate and smiled at you, her tusks glinting under the streetlights.

"You're more important to me than my shins," you said quietly.

"Hah!" Morn laughed heartily, bumping her skateboard into yours and wrapping an arm around you. "You're more important to me than my shins."

In Morn's embrace there on the sidewalk, you melted. She had such a way of effortlessly making you feel safe and loved. She had been there for you as well several times and was damn good at it. You enjoyed the feeling so much that you just sat there quietly until she got a little worried.

"Hey, did I tease you too much?" Her wry grin had been replaced with a slight frown and sympathetic brow.

"No, no..." you reassured her, savoring the dreamy feeling. "It's all good. I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad we're... friends," you stumbled a bit over the last word.

"Me too," she gave your shoulder a little squeeze.

You both finished your pizza in silence, enjoying each others' side and the ambiance of the city street. After a moment you both tossed the greasy plates into a trash can and skateboarded back to the dorms. The courtyard was where your paths diverged, and after bidding one another goodnight and farewell, you parted. You shared your bed that night with a familiar feeling. Embarrassment, shame, and maybe even guilt. All for the way your heart skipped a beat when she put an arm around you, or the unstoppable smile when she recounted her memories of you. You weren't super familiar with love, at least not in the way Lash and Dera were, but the way Morn made you feel in recent months was more than simple friendship. You agonized over the thought that she wouldn't return those feelings. It was a miracle you managed to sleep at all.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a text. You groggily pulled your phone into bed with you to read it after rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It was from THA HOOLIGANZ.

Dera: hey sorry about my sass last nite. i figured y'all left early and that's cool, i was kinda doing my own thing anyway

Lash: LOL sameeee. anyway, does anyone want to meet up for coffee or something? i’d rather be hungover around you guys than my parents 😭

You considered the offer; it would be nice to actually see Lash and Dera after missing them last night. Your moment on the curb with Morn still bothered you, and a distraction from that would be nice.

You: im down, where u wanna go

Dera: u know that cute little cafe on that corner? main street i think?? the one thats literally 100% pink???

Morn: you're thinking of tokidoki cafe! i'm down to go, that’s my spot!

You sighed. This outing wouldn't be very good for distracting you from Morn if Morn was seated across from you.

Dera: thats the one. lets gooooooo

Lash: yes. literally right now. start running

Morn: thanks, but I think I'll skate there. see y'all in a bit

You: same

The morning air was crisp and cool in the way spring mornings always were. It was a shame Lash and Dera were too busy downing aspirin and chugging water to truly enjoy it. Your skateboard served you well as a means of transport on mornings like this; you and your friends were the rare few students who didn't usually sleep in on Saturdays, so you enjoyed the empty sidewalks. The soft plastic wheels gripped the concrete well enough to accommodate any street corners.

The cafe was 100% pink, as promised. The sweet, pillowy smell of crepes mingled with the robust aroma of coffee and met you as you hopped off your skateboard. The tiny size of the place made it easy to tell you were the first to arrive. You ordered the latte-crepe combo that took up the most space on the menu and sat while you waited. You were idly scrolling through your phone when you heard the rhythmic thumping of a skateboard wheels on slabs of sidewalk.

She looked painfully good as she stepped through the cafe's front door. The morning sun made her long black hair golden around the edges and she still wore that damn beanie. Her tusks poked out from her smiling lips when her eyes met yours. Illuminated by sunbeams, her well-toned arm showed every muscle and vein as she gripped her skateboard by the trucks to carry it in.

"Good morning!" she beamed at you. The employee behind the counter smiled at her knowingly.

"The usual, Morn?" he asked.

"Yep!" She quickly answered before sitting across from you, the pins on her denim jacket jingling. "You got here quickly."

"Yeah..." you answered weakly, your conversational skills still recovering from the way Morn held you last night.

"You weren't drinking last night, were you? You alright?" Of course, Morn immediately picked up that something was the matter. It would be stranger if she didn't.

"I'm fine. Where are Lash and Dera?" You deflected. As if on cue, your phone buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ chimed in.

Lash: lol srry, throwing up. cant make it

Dera: yeah same.

"Unbelievable. Those girls can't seem to show up anywhere lately." Morn had a slightly disapproving tone. She tapped away on her phone.

Morn: this is going on your attendance sheet

Lash: see u in detention, dera

Dera: enjoy your crepes you two!

You chuckled at the exchange.

"That's more like it. I like when you smile." Morn chimed in. "Do more of that."

The waiter saved you from needing to respond by stopping at your table with your orders. A steaming, folded crepe landed before you covered in a sauce just as pink as the rest of the cafe. A warm latte arrived with it and you wrapped your hands around the warm mug. It soothed you a little.

"Morn..." you began, not quite sure what you were going to say. Was this it? Were you going to lay your feelings on the table right here, right now?

"What is it? You can tell me anything." Morn leaned in over the table. "I can tell something's been bothering you lately."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn't even know how to begin; should you preface it with an apology? Some sort of explanation or disclaimer?

"I don't even know if I can tell you. Like, if I can get the words out," you said before sipping your latte. You savored the taste, hoping the espresso would ground you somehow. At the very least you wouldn't be expected to talk with your mouth full.

"There's no rush. I just... I want to help. I've known you long enough that I'm sure there's something I can do." Morn hadn't even touched her crepe yet.

"Let's just, um, eat." You answered.

"Good idea. I'm sure you'll feel like yourself once you've eaten and the coffee starts kicking in." Morn nodded to herself, cutting open her fruit-filled crepe. You similarly started to work on yours. The two of you ate in silence and, for a moment, you did feel better. Fully focusing on the aromas, flavors, and textures of your breakfast stilled your trembling hands. The slightest bit of confidence grew within you halfway through the meal.

"I... um..." the words slowly formed in your mouth. Morn paused, setting down her fork and knife and looking at you intently. "I fell in love. With someone I don't think I should be in love with."

Morn listened but said nothing. She was thinking.

"How do you know it's love?"

"What?" you asked.

"How do you know it's not just a crush? Or, you know, lust?" Morn inquired. You considered the question carefully. Memories of platonic cuddles, impromptu sleepovers, and late-night conversations with Morn came to mind.

"It's love because it's lasted way longer than any crush. I trust this person, and they trust me. I'm not like Lash, pining for the new guy from across the classroom; I know this person really well."

"I see." She paused again. "Why would it be bad to love them? Wouldn't a good history make a romantic relationship easier?"

"Only if they felt the same way..." you sighed and nestled your head in your elbows.

"Ah, right..." Morn looked sheepish. "Well, personally—and I do mean personally, so it might not apply to them—if I had a long-time friend that I had feelings for, I would just tell them."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"I mean, yeah. If I and this person had such a long history of trust, then I would trust them to still be friends with me afterward if they didn't feel the same way. I'm sure it would be awkward for a while, but I really don't think it would be, you know... destructive or anything."

More memories came to you. More times where you felt completely open and vulnerable with Morn, and when she did with you. Times when you comforted each other and shared secrets under blanket forts and playground swings and gymnasium bleachers. Words formed inside your mouth, desperate to make themselves known to the world. Perhaps now would become another one of these memories. You'd look back on it in the future and remember the smell of pink crepes in the pink cafe.

"Morn... I have these feelings for you. I'm talking about you."

You fought the urge to cover your mouth, and you didn't stutter or stammer in the slightest. Though working up the courage was difficult, letting the words go was one of the easiest things you had ever done. Morn didn't react much; an eyebrow rose slowly as she finished chewing. The silence was agonizing.

"I'm happy you trust me enough to share that with me," Morn said calmly. You wanted to shout that's all?! but held your tongue. She took a sip of her latte, clearly in no rush to say more.

"So..." you began, well and truly lost. All your effort had gone into mustering courage and now you had nothing left. Even your anxiety and worry had gone, and you were strangely content, though eager, to hear Morn speak.

"So..." Morn parroted, "does that mean you want to... you know, date me? Like, romantic dates, not besties dates. Kissing dates."

Again, your impulses screamed duh!

"Um, yeah..." you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'd like that, but... only if you'd like that too."

She sipped her latte again, still calm.

"You know, over the years, I've imagined what we would be like if we were romantic with each other. Like, girlfriend-girlfriends. How could I not? We've known each other for so long."

You nodded, bidding her speak more.

"I never knew you wanted that. I can't imagine how you felt; I could tell something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what." Morn set the mug and her cutlery down, intentionally and warmly looking you in the eye. "I think...

You didn't even breathe.

"I think we should give it a shot." Morn smiled widely. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, yes it does," you finally drew breath. If Morn was feeling a similar tumult of emotions that you were, she was hiding it considerably well. Morn wiped her lips and tusks with a napkin and got up from the table.

"Well, I've got to visit mom and pops tonight, but we've still got Sunday tomorrow. How about we have our first real date then?"

"Uh, sure!" You sat there, dumbfounded. Was it really going to be this easy?

"Cool. I'll let you pick where we go, just like most of our... non-date hangouts," she said, turning to the cashier. She gestured widely to the table. "Put it all on my tab."

"You have a crepe tab?"

Morn chuckled. Making her way to the door, the sunlight caught her hair and skin deliciously.

"I'm a regular. Anyway," she grabbed her skateboard, "see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." You answered. She gave you one last toothy grin and stepped out before gliding out of sight, disappearing past the edge of the window. You rested your chin in your hands and sighed like a lovestruck teenager in a coming-of-age movie. Before long, your window-gazing session was interrupted by an employee.

"All done, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, I was spacing out."

"No, it's all good. Thanks for coming by, and if you don't mind me saying..." he looked somewhat pensive.

"What?"

"Don't tell Morn I said this since she's proven that she could snap me in half like a twig, but... speaking as the crepe guy she visits several times a week, I think she's a good match for you."

"But you've never met me before. Maybe once or twice, but—"

"She's told me all about you. All good things, don't worry. It's less about you and more about how Morn talks about you. She gushes when she mentions you, seriously." He paused awkwardly then started to clean up the table. "I've said too much."

"No, thank you," you said. "It's good to know."

"Glad I could help. Anyway... um, thanks for coming in." He waved at you as you got up and left. You nodded and made your exit.

Back at your dorm, you couldn't decide if you wanted to pace or lay in bed and kick your legs. You had so much energy inside you, trapped. It was equally nervous and thrilling. You wondered how Morn kept herself so well composed; something in the back of your mind nagged at you, wondering if it was because she didn't really feel that strongly for you. Enough, you thought to yourself. Morn was your best friend for almost as long as you could remember. She wouldn't toy with you like that. Hell, she explained her entire thought process on the topic before you even confessed to her.

You decided to pace to distract yourself. Those thoughts weren't helpful. Right now you had to choose a place for your first officially non-platonic date. It was never this hard to pick a place to hang out with Morn before...

Then, an idea. It sprung into your mind out of nowhere, and it just felt right. You made sure that the place was open on Sunday, checked the ticket prices... it was perfect. You readied your phone to text Morn the details... but Lash had already sent you a private message. You opened the notification.

Lash: yo how did crepes go?? sorry i no-showed

Your brow furrowed a bit. Lash's random interest was a bit strange, even more so since she was hungover. A dehydrated, vomiting Lash was bedridden for a good half-day in your experience.

You: the cafe was cool! the crepes were good

Unsure if you should be forthcoming about your new development with Morn, you figured they could find out tomorrow once your first "real date" was underway. A change like that would likely be a big deal in your friend group, so a text message wouldn't do the announcement justice anyway.

Lash: how's Morn?

You: shes fine? did something happen??

Lash: no lol, just wondering lol

Two "lol" in one text? You wanted to indulge your suspicions and investigate further, but you decided to leave it at that. You had a date to arrange.

You: still at your parents' place?

Morn: yeah, I'll be back in town tomorrow though

You: k, cool. does meeting at the aviary at 2pm work?

Morn: yeah definitely! what made you pick the aviary?

You: idk if you remember, it was so long ago, but it was the first school field trip we went on as friends

There was a pause as Morn's typing bubble hovered on your screen.

Morn: 😭OMG YOURE SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY😭

Morn: i cant wait to see you tomorrow!!!

You: me too 💕

Your phone landed on your bed with a thump and that nervous energy returned with a vengeance. More pacing, more leg-kicking, even some giggles. This situation felt both extremely real and like a scene from a movie; you never imagined this sort of thing happened in real life, especially in yours. Against all previous expectations, things were going fine. It was thrilling, scary, and made your heart race, but it was going fine. The homework you had to do took a back seat to your excited daydreaming and scheming about tomorrow. You thought about how you would greet her, how you would hug, if and how you would go for a kiss, walking while holding her hand... predictably, sleeping that night was incredibly difficult.

In the morning, you finally executed the plans you fantasized about prior. You decided to err on the side of being overdressed, picking an outfit that wasn't formal but still a little more special than what you would usually wear. You showered, brushed your teeth, swished some mouthwash, and even flossed! Breath mints, a small assortment of Morn's favorite snacks, and an extra water bottle found their way into your bag. If you were going to overthink, then you would take advantage and be overprepared as well. Squeaky clean, dressed to impress, and with a heftier bag than usual, you skateboarded down to the aviary intent on arriving ten minutes early.

The journey was uneventful save for your steadily increasing heart rate. By the time you were waiting for her by the entrance gate, you were fully flustered. You stood still with a kind smile on your face, but anything more complex would have been asking too much of you. The mental rehearsal in your mind's eye ran over and over again: smile, say hi, hug. Smile, say hi, hug. These were all things you had done with Morn before, but with platonic intent instead of this newfound "why not?" intimacy. With how calm and composed Morn had appeared throughout this whole process, you felt as if you were at a disadvantage somehow. You worried in a juvenile sort of way that she was too cool for you.

The way she pulled up to the aviary in her car didn't help that worry at all. Her ride, an old, angular, black thing that roared like a beast, was her pride and joy. She had practically built the thing herself with the number of parts she swapped out of it. It was fully manual and she had the skills to maneuver it gracefully into the parking space. Out from it stepped your actual, honest-to-god, bonafide date.

She smiled at you and your brain melted. You held up a hand in a sort of mellow wave, offering a faint grin. By the time she closed the distance, your simple three-step plan was gone with the wind. Luckily she also decided that greeting with a hug was the correct choice and you were in her embrace quickly. You paused before realizing you should probably return the gesture and wrap your arms around her as well.

"It's so good to see you! You look great," she said, pulling away and looking you over.

"You too..." you breathed, taking your own chance to get a proper look. Her outfit was just as sleek and dark as her car: a pair of black jeans with accompanying boots, a matching leather jacket, and of course, that classic burgundy beanie to top it off.

"Shall we?" She extended a green, competent hand to you. She wasn't wearing her driving gloves today, which was good for your composure; otherwise, you would have well and truly swooned. You accepted her grasp and she gave your hand a firm squeeze before strolling with you to the ticket booth. Thanks to your student IDs, you got in with discounted admission.

The aviary itself was fairly large, and on this particular Sunday, you and Morn practically had the place to yourselves. Other than the idle chatter of a few other scattered visitors, there was only the sound of wind in the leaves and bird calls. The two of you meandered between the exhibits, chatting but not about much in particular. Instead, you were simply content to enjoy each other's company and look at the birds. The birds liked looking at you, too; at one point a pair of free-roaming peacocks followed you and Morn around the aviary.

"Looks like it's a double date," Morn quipped, gesturing to the two plumy birds. They were both mostly brown and lacking the massive, fan-shaped tails.

"They're a pair of girls too. Male peacocks are the ones with the crazy feathers," you noted.

"It's almost like having Lash and Dera tagging along." Morn chuckled. "In fact, if they keep failing to show up these birds would make good replacements."

You looked at the two peacocks, who had started preening each other's feathers.

"Do you think they're besties or girlfriends?" You playfully asked. "That's some pretty intense preening."

"Maybe they're both, like us." Morn wrapped an arm around you and offered you her shoulder. You melted again. "If you had feathers, I'd be preening you right now."

"If I knew how to return that compliment, I would." You said, deliciously rattled by her closeness and warmth.

"I have an idea... if you're cool with it." Morn kept holding you close, turning to make eye contact with you. You faced her and realized how close you were. Trapped in her gaze, you couldn't speak. You gave a faint nod.

The first thing you felt was her tusks on your cheeks. They met the corners of your mouth, pressing gently just before her lips met yours. In reality, the kiss was a quick peck. In your mind, time froze. You could no longer hear the birds calling or wind blowing, only the sound of your heart beating like a drum and a feeling like fire in your chest. Morn pulled away from the kiss with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry if my tusks poked you. I'm still getting the hang of that."

"Hey, practice makes perfect, right?" you let slip with a suaveness that surprised even you. Morn's eyes widened in surprise before she let out a hearty laugh.

"That's the spirit!" She cheered, squeezing you hard. "I'm gonna hold you to it, so be aware: I'm gonna kiss you a bunch more before we're out of here."

"That's fine by me." You couldn't do anything else but giggle. Morn gave you another peck immediately after, angling her head a bit so her tusks didn't have such a lead on her lips. Your first kiss with Morn was perfect as far as you were concerned, but this second one was a bit more graceful.

"Better?" she asked.

"Better."

Your stroll through the aviary continued in this fashion: chatting about this and that, generally gushing about each other and punctuated by more quick kisses. It was strange to have a first date with someone that you knew so well, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. Each kiss felt natural and fun, not nerve-wracking and awkward as in the dates of your past. Before all this, you scoffed at yourself for wishing that there was a switch you could toggle to go from best friends to girlfriends, but so far it seemed to work precisely like that.

To the sound of your giggling, the sun was poised to set soon. The aviary closed early because it was Sunday, and you found yourself with Morn leaning against the gleaming hood of her car. You saw your reflection in it, the two of you framed by the orange sky. She came to your side, attaching to you like a magnet.

"It's probably time we headed home, huh?" she suggested.

"Yeah, probably," you replied reluctantly. "I almost don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to." Morn smiled. "Did you really think I'd kiss you goodnight and leave you on the curb?"

You giggled. That would certainly be the plan for a first date with a stranger, but this was Morn.

"You could come by and hang out with me in my dorm for a bit?" she asked.

"I'd love to." You answered. Her dorm building and yours were right next to each other, after all. She stood up from the hood of her car and opened the passenger side door, offering the seat to you. Not long after stowing your skateboard in the trunk, you were cruising through the city streets bound for the university. Morn's focus made the ride a smooth one, her hands expertly gripping the steering wheel and gear shifter. She wore a focused but pleased expression as she deftly maneuvered the growling vehicle.

"Oh!" Her concentration broke. "We should get food! We haven't eaten at all."

Tires squealed as she veered right, making a turn she wasn't expecting to make. You gripped your armrest and giggled. The engine roared and, within moments, delivered you to a drive-through whose location Morn seemed to know by heart. She was so familiar with it that she blew past the lit-up menu and instead went directly to order.

"Don't worry, I'll get you something you'll like." She reassured you before making it out of the drive-through, takeout bag in hand, in record time. The bag landed in your lap and delicious smells wafted from it. You were tempted to peek inside and sample its contents, but even while entranced with Morn's driving skills you knew eating in her car was a no-no. Untoasted Pop-Tarts during a late-night study session on her bed were okay but her car was like a temple. You folded the top of the bag to make it easier to resist the temptation.

After she had parked and gotten out of the car, you followed her with takeout bag in one hand and skateboard in the other. This late on a Sunday night, the sky was a deep navy. Stark white light from the lamp posts illuminated the web of pathways that connected the dorms, parking lots, student union, and myriad other places you'd typically skateboard solo to.

A few beeping locks later, you made it to Morn's dorm room. Like yours, it was spartan and tiny, but it belonged to her and her alone. You set the bag down on the solitary table and determined to chow down, but Morn caught your attention. She sat on the twin-sized bed that you had shared with her many times before; platonically, of course. She had an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.

"You okay?" You asked, not sure where to begin.

"I'm great, actually," she said, brushing her hair out of the way so she could look at you. "Sorry if I overdid it with the kisses earlier—"

"You didn't," you interjected.

"I just... It felt great to kiss you. I don't know if it's just my nerves, or the newness of it all, or something else, but... I'm kicking myself for not making the first move on you sooner." She looked away, blushing a forest green on her cheeks. You sat next to her on the bed before she could say anything more.

"Hey, don't feel bad just because I was moping for a bit. The fact I was so worried is proof that you can't really know how someone feels about you until you ask. Even if you were friends since forever ago." You reversed the usual arrangement by wrapping your arm around her. She chuckled softly.

"I can't believe I was stressing myself out over random sorority chicks at parties rejecting me. Being with you just feels so much better than the dating apps and the parties and shit like that," Morn sighed. "I know it's technically only our first date but I really think we're something special."

"We are special," you held her tighter, "we went on our first date after... what, a decade and a half of knowing each other? That kind of history sure beats cheesy Tinder pick-up lines."

"Sure does," Morn punctuated her sentence with a kiss. Instead of giving you a quick peck, she pressed her lips into yours even harder. Within the privacy of her dorm room, your heart fluttered at the notion of Morn being able to do whatever she wanted to you. You felt the beginnings of her tongue at your lips, then she pulled away and took a deep breath. Her face was inches from yours as you caught your breath.

"I really like kissing you," Morn uttered. "Now that we're alone... are you okay if I really kiss you?"

"Really kiss me?" you teased. She got even closer.

"Please?" She played along with her best begging tone.

"Go ham." She kissed you again, giggling at your choice of words with her lips pressed against yours once more. She immediately cradled your head in her strong hands, gently placing you into a reclining position. There wasn't much room, but she managed to fit alongside you in the twin-sized bed all without breaking the kiss. You opened your eyes after pulling away to breathe, and all you could see were her dandelion-colored irises.

"I'm gonna go again," She said, smiling. "I just had to get a good look at you first."

"You can do whatever you want, Morn." You grabbed her arm and placed her hand on you. "Just don't keep me waiting."

Morn kissed you hard for the third time, the hand you held now caressing your body ravenously. As her tongue gently played at your lips, her hand found its way to your chest and played with your breasts. She hardly gave you time to gasp, coming back to your mouth with fervor. Her tongue met yours in earnest now, both of you closing the space on the bed between you. Her body flush with yours, you could feel every muscle as she held you close.

You felt one of her legs settle in between your thighs, and you whined into her mouth as she teasingly rubbed you against it. Even fully clothed the sensation was electric, no doubt due to the person giving it to you. Many nights alone had involved fantasies just like this. Now they were coming true.

Desperately, you began grinding yourself against her leg. You chased the sensation as far as you could, moaning into Morn's kiss. Just as you felt yourself approaching the edge, she removed herself from you. Her leg pulled away and the kiss stopped. You opened your eyes, bewildered. Morn had gotten off the bed and kneeled just next to it, her eyes level with your aching need. She grabbed the waistband of your bottoms before looking you in the eyes again.

"You said you didn't want me to keep you waiting," she grinned, tusks glistening. "This okay?"

"It's more than okay... stop teasing me!" You whined. She nodded, pulling your bottoms off entirely before hovering in between your legs. You could feel her breathe on you through your underwear. God, she was so close; you twitched with each puff of warm breath. Her tusks brushed against the inside of your thighs. With a tentative finger she eased your underwear out of the way, gently planting kisses all around your bare mound. She held your legs in place as they twitched and reacted to her electric touch. She deliberately avoided your tender nub with her warm lips. She was playing with you.

"Morn, please," you begged. She paused to look up at you and give a toothy grin.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she teased, quickly going back for more. She felt unimaginably warm against your already hot entrance. It wasn't unlike all those other times you melted at Morn's touch, only now it was so intense you couldn't help but let out gasps and squeaks. She held nothing back this time. Hungrily, she lapped at your slit, each lick finishing with a flourish on your sensitive little nub. You mewled in time with her curling tongue.

"Oh! That's— ah! So good!" You moaned, your back beginning to arch as you squirmed around on the mattress.

"You flatter me," Morn uttered between licks, looking proud. You saw something in her eye before she let go of one of your thighs and brought her hand to your entrance. Her tongue didn't let up at all as she slowly introduced one of her substantial fingers. It fit comfortably inside you at first, but you gasped hard when it started moving. Morn added another soon after, stretching you deliciously.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," you panted, your face burning red and lungs desperate for air.

"My pleasure," Morn said before redoubling her efforts. Her fingers curled inside you, making a "come hither" motion that made your hips rock. By this point, Morn's tongue had trouble staying on you as you writhed. You gasped with every finger curl, well and truly lost in the heat of the moment.

"Ah! Morn!" You cried, rocking yourself against her fingers desperate for more. She gave up on trying to lick your nub, instead palming one of your breasts with her other hand and pinning you to the bed. With the new leverage, she worked your insides with her fingers, pumping them in and out of you with her muscular arm. You could see sweat beading on her taut green skin.

"Come for me. I wanna see you come," Morn urged. You could do little else but cry out and oblige her. Your body spasmed hard as you cried out gibberish interspersed with her lovely name. Her fingers didn't stop rubbing against your inner walls, leaving you breathless and faint and tightly wound around her. The coiling pleasure within you finally snapped. Your back arched, completely leaving the bed as Morn pressed her lips into yours. She kissed you hungrily as you wailed into her mouth. There was nothing in your mind but the feeling of her fingers coaxing you through the height of your bliss and holding you there for as long as possible. When the pleasure finally started to subside and your breath returned to you, Morn finally withdrew her fingers and lips and wiped her forehead. She smiled at you wordlessly.

"I love you, Morn," you said, panting. There was nothing else to say, nothing else on your mind. If you had given yourself that sort of bliss on a lonely night, you would be drowsy and lethargic. Instead, with Morn turning her love for you into pleasure that made you cry out and curl, you had never felt more alive. She gave you a moment to catch your breath. Leaving your lips unkissed, she sat by your side and stroked your hair.

"I love you too," she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. "Are you tired?"

You shook your head enthusiastically. Sure, you would likely be sore in a few hours, but you wouldn't dream of denying Morn more of you.

"Good, because I wanna get off too." She chuckled and pecked your lips. Undressing herself completely, she helped you out of what clothes remained until you were both completely bare. You were completely flush against her on the bed once more, your skin perfectly complimenting her green form. Her body was toned and full, muscled yet smooth. Even after all you had just been through, the sight of her still made your heart skip.

"I've always wanted to try this. Spread your legs," she commanded, gently grasping your ankles. You complied and she lifted one of your legs aloft just in front of her as if about to hug it. Still holding your leg pointed toward the ceiling, she straddled your dripping warmth with her own. She eased herself onto you and those lovely electric feelings returned. She moaned for the first time, her pleasured sounds like music to your ears.

The position was a little awkward and bent your back in a strange way, but the feeling of her slick sex pressed against yours was delicious.

"I'm gonna start moving," Morn said. She initiated a gentle rocking motion that made you both gasp. The friction between the two of you felt gorgeous and you soon found yourself reciprocating with your hips. Interlocked and sharing the same squeaks and mewls, you wanted desperately to kiss her but couldn't. You had to lay there at her mercy as Morn clung to your leg and ground herself into you. She doubled up on her pace.

"Oh, shit," Morn groaned, both with pleasure and with effort. She had the same expression as when she was driving; when her head wasn't thrown back with a sigh, she was looking at you with love but also intent. Her grinding made you moan and her glare made you shiver delightfully. You had never felt anything like this before, nor had you even fantasized about Morn pressed up against you like this.

"This feels amazing... ah! Morn..." you sighed between yelps when the friction between you peaked.

"I—I..." Morn gasped, her entire face contorted and flushed. She had brought you to your peak once already, and now you wanted nothing more than to see her reach her own ecstasy.

"Please, Morn, come," you pleaded, mirroring her own urgency when she had brought you to orgasm earlier.

"No, I... Shit, I've got a cramp." She sighed, this time tinged with disappointment as she stopped her grinding. "Ouch." She gently disentangled herself from you, rubbing her thigh. The realization that her creased brow had come from pain and not pleasure embarrassed you a bit, an emotion that Morn echoed.

"Hey, it's okay." You sat up and held her shoulder. Her eyes were downcast as she massaged the cramp out of her muscled thigh. "Just so you know, I'm having a great time."

"You were having a great time." She winced as she shifted her kneeling weight on the bed. "Serves me right for thinking I could fuck like a pornstar on the first date, huh?"

"I already came once, Morn," you reminded her. Sitting alongside her, equally naked and sweaty, there was a clarity in the air that made it effortless to speak your mind. You felt bold, yet comfortable. You felt like you wanted more of Morn's body. "Let me take care of you. I think I can make this work."

"Take the lead, babe," Morn relented. The way she said babe made you giddy inside, but you were focused on her now. "Just mind the leg, it still freakin' hurts."

"Morn, when I say I'm gonna take care of you, I mean it. Just lie down," you said, easing her onto her back. With the positions reversed, you had a moment to look her up and down. Laid bare before you and anticipating your next move, the sight of her awoke something within you. Something that told you not to hold back.

You practically pounced atop her, squarely laying yourself on her body. She met you with a kiss that you eagerly returned. You channeled all your built-up desire to please her into that kiss, at the same time aligning your mound with hers. It took a few tries, but eventually, you found the angle where your clit could meet hers without requiring pornstar-style flexibility. Pleasure jolted through both of you and she broke the kiss to gasp.

"Told you I could make it work," you grinned, focusing now on the movement of your hips. You started slowly at first as to not tire yourself out but quickly increased the pace as the coiling warmth inside you grew. Instead of kissing her, you buried your face in her shoulder so you could hear her sing. With every roll of your hips she moaned, louder and louder as you humped her harder and harder.

"Oh, god, babe," Morn panted. You could feel her frenzied breath on your neck as she cried out. You could feel your own orgasm building but all you cared about was her.

"Tell me how you feel," you commanded, maintaining your hips' pace. "I want you to come so bad."

"Keep going," Morn grunted. "I'm close, I'm so fucking close!"

You furthered your efforts, grinding your desperate nub into hers with vigor. You panted as you began to feel tingles in your extremities and your breath became impossibly tight. Morn matched your desperation, her hips weakly pushing upwards so that her mound would meet yours sooner. Just a little more! More! You shouted to yourself mentally as Morn's hands squeezed your waist to signal her impending orgasm.

You frantically let go of her body with one hand, giving up precious leverage in order to make sure Morn couldn't escape the pleasure you were giving her. There was nothing you wanted more than to reach the peak together. You gently caught her pearl between your fingers and rolled it as you ground into her, drawing out deep moans from her. She spasmed in your grasp, gasping in time with your own pleased sighs.

"Oh god!" She cried out, throwing her head back into the piled-up blankets. Her whole body tensed and you could feel each of her rippling muscles press against you in a desperate bid to ride out her orgasm. You followed soon after, the air forced from your lungs as an explosion of tingling warmth knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was cry out with her and press your nub into hers where your hand was still at work. You rubbed and rolled, trying your best to prolong the mutual climax before finally catching your breath and collapsing into Morn's tired embrace.

With your body limp and your face buried in her neck, you could feel her breasts rise and fall with each breath. You held each other loosely for a moment, just listening to her breathe. After only a few heartbeats, she started giggling.

"What's so funny?" you asked, lifting your heavy head to look at her.

"Nothing," she stifled her giggles, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was just really, really good."

"Are you crying?" You asked, concerned but secretly proud of your handiwork.

"No, I'm not crying. I'm tearing up, there's a difference," she chuckled. "Thank you."

"Thank you. You're the one that started it," you cooed, stroking her hair. "plus, you ate me out first so I think I owe you."

"It's on the house," Morn sighed contently. "But you're still on me... could you roll over, please?"

"Oh, sorry!" you quickly shifted your weight off of her and onto the mattress.

"Don't worry about it, I just figured the bed was softer than me." She chuckled again.

You said nothing, instead opting to resume your embrace with her from the side. She reciprocated, rolling over so she could be the big spoon. She wrapped her arms around you snugly.

"Ah, shit," Morn cursed under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" You craned your neck a bit to see her golden eyes in your periphery.

"Our food is definitely cold by now," she grumbled, "and I don't have a microwave."

“I’ve got snacks in my bag.” You replied.

Morn readied a compliment, but delayed when both your phones buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ had something to say.

“What is it now?” Morn rolled over and grabbed her phone, reading the messages as they rolled in. You did the same.

“What the…?”

Lash: did you two kiss yet???

Dera: they did more than that 😳😳😳

Morn shot you a look of disbelief before tapping away frantically.

Morn: wtf are you guys talking about?

You: ^

Lash: the crepe date! u two are dating now right?

You: what do u mean crepe date? the breakfast u failed to show up to u mean??

Lash: lol, relax. we just thought you two needed some time alone. for the record, i was actually hung over. me and dera just agreed you two needed to talk it out

Dera: seriously, u look at Morn the way she looks at crepes, and she looks at u the way Lash looks at literally anyone

Lash: or the way u look at dudes bulges

Dera: shut up

“I…” Morn began, jaw agape. “I don’t know if I should be mad or amazed. I’m both.”

“They set us up like lonely freshmen.” You shook your head, chuckling.

Lash: u two are dating now right???

Morn: yes dumbass

You: can confirm

Lash: CUTEEEEE

Dera: morn fucks on the first date. respect.

You: wait how- what?

Dera: ur in Morn’s dorm right

Your texting was interrupted by three solid thumps coming through the wall.

Dera: i’m right next door and these dorms are made of fucking paper

Morn: hey, i’ve dealt with hearing every single time you slept with some guy. fair is fair

Dera: no judgment from me!

Lash: suddenly i’m glad i still live with my parents…

You put your phone down as you really didn’t have much to say. Morn gave up on it as well, your phones resting together on the floor. She resumed spooning you and a moment later, you felt her chest start to heave with laughter; a hearty laugh loud enough for Dera to hear through the walls. You joined her, laughing until your diaphragm ached. The whole situation, the realization that Dera and Lash knew before either of you did and that they had a master plan… utterly ridiculous. It was like something out of a movie, yet with your arms wrapped around one of Morn’s, completely real. You feared this was all a dream, and as soon as you succumbed to sleep in Morn’s cozy twin bed, it would dissolve.

Morn could tell sleep started to take you.

“I love you,” she whispered into your ear. She squeezed you tight. You had never been more sure of anything in your life that Morn would still be cuddling you when you woke up.

#exophilia #monster x reader #monster x human #romance #female reader #orc #female orc x female reader #monster love #wlw #monster romance #monster fic #wlw romance #orc girlfriend #friends to lovers #monster girlfriend

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mintharaestermont · 8 months ago

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"oh," for some reason, the fact brianna did not know ginny's whereabout was an unexpected one. if minthara thought harder about it, things had been tense between two of her nearest and dearest for a little while, though exactly what could have transpired to create such frostiness was a thread she wasn't sure she wanted to pull at, for fear of making things worse. perhaps when they had had a little to drink, she would not be able to resist it, but for now, she let the matter lie.

"well, good. if i find out you bitches have been having secret little meetings without me, we'll have to fight about it," and then she laughed, as though the idea was ludicrous, despite the scrapes and squabbles they had been through in the past, but had not created any significant rift. so what could ginny or brianna have possibly done that bad feeling still lingered?

"yeah, huge," she gave the rock a glance, "think i thought they were exaggerating. was expecting something more like aegon's high hill in king's landing, but next to this, that's just a pile of dirt, really." despite it's colossal size, minthara did not linger on the topic of the rock, quickly jumping to the next matter at hand.

"oh, yes, that was me, i did the bashing. gave her a backhander last we met," she stopped walking abruptly, turning to grab brianna's hand in an approximation of aerea's actions. "and then the cheeky pig grabbed me - like this" she squeezed a little, but not hard enough to hurt the way aerea's grasp had. "swear on all the gods, all seven of them, never felt pain like it, bri. there were fucking tears in my eyes and everything, i had to spit at her so she didn't think she had the better of me." she was clearly still inflamed by the interaction, a scowl painting itself on her face, but she would not let aerea velaryon ruin another day.

and then, they were on the move again. "i don't think i know any women from here. are they not all stuffy little prudes?" she had the foresight to drop her voice a little, lest they be overheard, before returning to her normal volume. "well, no more hiding. it's forbidden. unless we see somebody we don't like, and then we can duck beind a curtain or something. i've been strictly warned. 'best behaviour, minthara'" the voice she imitated was an amalgamation of her mother and her brothers, who had all seen fit to remind her she was representing their house.

"perhaps we can pin her down while we are here. we can lock her in one of our rooms and refuse to let her free until she gives us the whole truth and nothing but," she giggled, then gasped. "or we can lock them both in there until they come out with a ring on her finger. but then, that could go badly wrong, couldn't it? all sorts could happen locked in a bedroom with someone you clearly want to hop into bed with."

minthara had given little thought to her own marriage prospects. it wasn't a conversation she was ready for, and within her was a growing fear she would end up as some valyrian lord's third wife, spitting out children who would stand to inherit nothing. the thought was not a pleasant one. "you're more eager to marry me off than my mother is," she teased. privately, she wondered if arianne's hopes of an advantageous match for a daughter had died with myrcella, and her hopes for minthara were more about who would have her.

"ugh." the questioning had been a harrowing time for minthara - not at the hands of wylliam swann, but because she had been forced to sit in a room with only valyrian women and the swann sister for company. she was fortunate she had gaia to keep her from losing her mind completely. "about the queen, i think, i didn't really get it to be honest. i think they were looking for someone who hates westerners or something," she shrugged. "i like the queen. i mean, i hardly know her, but why would i not like her? she's just fine. the worst part, though, was they locked us up in the hand's tower for hours and hours. i was this close," she held up a thumb and forefinger, so they were almost touching. "to throwing myself out of the window. seriously, bri, i was ready to end it all."

♣️

forever loud and boisterous would be the perfect ways to describe the two women; their quartet seemed to perfectly balance one another, and yet, the scales seemed to tip toward chaos when it were the lady of the green isle and the lass of stone hedge. brianna clung onto her closest friend as she wrapped her arms around her, basically jumping with excitement as the girls took steps to the left and to the right, winding in and out of the direction of those walking by her, including lucerys estermont and the younger one.

"i don't know where ginny is." her response was curt as she muttered it into minty's wild curls, a hint to something bigger: brianna hardly knew where the lady of ninestars was, if they were not together. "but look at the rock. they weren't jokin' when they say it's fuckin' massive."

there was little reaction, for this was only considered the norm - no doubt her own brother ronan would not even blink to hear a shriek between the two of them. "oh, gosh….but her face already looks like it's been bashed in." brianna spoke, and minthara would not have noticed the way the woman's eyes squeezed shut, finding momentary solace, relief and safety in the arms of her best friend - as though all things had been normal once again. as though nothing had happened, nothing had ever gone wrong.

"we arrived too early, i tried to get ronan to let us stay in lannisport for a bit but no…all this faff about needing to meet with his associates. i've been stuck with the westerwomen, thankfully most people began to arrive today. amerie let me hide out in her rooms all day." she almost began to mock ronan's voice, pulling away though letting her arm remain around minty for a while longer, briefly making eye contact with daemion estermont who appeared on edge around her. "calla lefford is good fun though, best one of the bunch."

"fi is no doubt somewhere with ginny's brother." brianna spoke, a slight giggle slipping from her lips; the on and off nature of fiona grafton and percival templeton was no secret, not to them at least. "i want to ask her about it up front this time, no more dancing around the subject. i want to dress up and attend a wedding, and that useless brother of mine is taking too long to continue my family line." weddings were brianna's favourite events of all time, if anything for the rough and tumble that came with trying to catch the bride's flowers thrown over her shoulder.

"the least one of you can do is get married so i have somewhere to go. c'mon, let's get you in somethin' to catch you a groom." she began to walk with a spring in her step, one that had not been felt since that night in the sewers. "what were you being questioned about anyway? bit intense, locking everyone in the same room…"

#✻ interaction ╱ brianna bracken #please please please don't match lenght #minthara had so fucking much to say #like this has to be at least 75% dialogue #no thoughts just endless chat

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failedintsave · 3 years ago

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20 34 or 42 skwistok for kiss asks

[50 Types of Kisses prompts]

I managed to work in 2/3, the other one is really cute too so I may come back and attempt it as well, just couldn't quite get it to work here.

34. Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

Demos were due in a few days, and that meant one thing: Toki was bored out of his mind.

Which was why he was currently sprawled out across the emperor-size bed with only a strategically placed cushion obscuring his nudity. For the entire week, all Skwisgaar had done was eat, sleep, play guitar, and neglect Toki. It was unfair, so Toki had come up with his own nefarious scheme to ensnare the Swede by offering himself up like a Yule ribbe. It was only a matter of choosing his pose. Propped alluringly on his elbow? Or better yet, reclined with his hands behind his head, ready to show off his biceps as soon as the object of his affection arrived. There was zero possibility of Skwisgaar resisting such a provocative invitation, and soon Toki would be exactly where he'd wanted to be for the last seventy-two hours. Wrapped up in his lover's arms, smothered in his amorous attentions.

Unless the other man never came to bed.

His own open-mouthed snoring startled him awake, alone and with the lights still on, his modesty pillow toppled to the floor. Toki groped around on the polar bear hide bedspread for his phone to check the time, frowning when the first digit was a two. He'd been asleep for several hours and Skwisgaar still hadn't shown up. He grumbled and swung his feet over the edge of the mattress. If Skwisgaar had passed out in the booth again...

"Gots ta do everything myself." Toki muttered, stepping into his pajama pants and trudging off to collect the absentee blonde.

Fortunately, he hadn't yet worked himself to exhaustion by the time Toki arrived. Skwisgaar sat at the mixing panel, his Explorer cradled in his lap and plugged directly into the soundboard, oversized studio headphones covering his ears and muffling the already quiet patter of Toki's bare footsteps. He didn't react at all when Toki slipped through the door and, feeling mischievous, Toki crept up behind him, silent as a spectre. He covered Skwisgaar's eyes and ducked his head, lavishing a wet kiss against the side of his neck, finishing with a light graze of teeth. His plan to lure Skwisgaar in visually may have been foiled, but there were other methods that worked just as well.

Skwisgaar's hands stilled on his guitar and he sat up straighter in the chair. "Nat'ans?"

"Auhh!" Toki dropped his hands to the chair back and spun the Swede around. Skwisgaar was laughing and Toki glared down at him. "Dats not funny."

"No? I t'oughts it was pretty funnies." He slipped the headset from his ears and let it slide to his shoulders, his hair looping over the band so that it resembled a shiny straw-colored toadstool.

"What are you doing? It's almost three in de mornings."

"What does it look like I ams doink?" Skwisgaar leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms.

Toki mirrored his posture, feeling sulky after Skwisgaar's teasing. This was not how he'd envisioned his evening at all. "I don't knows…"

"Ja dat figures, I bets you wouldn't reczognike works if it bites you on de nose." Swiveling back to the control panel, Skwisgaar touched a button and shrugged one shoulder up to press the headphones close to his ear. He began picking out a series of gallops, chewing the inside of his cheek as he composed. "If only I didn't has to writes and records t'ree different guitars parts, maybe I could gets out of dis room eventchkuallies."

"You sound stressed."

"Huh. Wonder why dat ams?"

"We should gets you somewhere more relaxins. Like into you's bed. Wif me."

From this angle, Toki couldn't see the eye roll, but he knew it must have been a big one. He could practically feel the ground tremor in its wake. Still Skwisgaar continued picking out potential harmonies to accompany the track looping on his headset. Toki was going to have to double down if he wanted to crack through that single-minded focus before it crystallized into an impenetrable wall of perfectionist obsession. They were just demos, that kind of effort could wait for the actual record. Skwisgaar stopped to change tracks and Toki seized his moment.

"Play with meeeee." he keened, draping himself over Skwisgaar like a cape. He tried nibbling at his neck again, normally one his most effective techniques. Skwisgaar's breathing fluttered but he otherwise didn't acknowledge Toki's efforts.

"You don't seems to has brought your guitar." The blonde deadpanned, still fiddling with the levels.

"No but I gots a different instrument for yous right he—"

"Toki."

Skwisgaar still didn't look at him, but Toki could see the apples of his cheeks rise as a smile cracked his previously tired expression. Bingo.

Toki snatched up his fret hand before Skwisgaar could begin playing again and pressed each fingertip to his lips individually. He kissed his palm and the delta of veins at his wrist, making his way up Skwisgaar's arm and pausing to tickle the inside of his elbow with the tip of his tongue. Toki continued trailing higher with a line of soft, sweet caresses until he reached the curve of Skwisgaar's shoulder. He planted his chin there and batted his eyelashes at Skwisgaar's profile.

"It ams late, yous done for tonight."

Skwisgaar let his head rest against the back of the chair and looked at the ceiling, finally closing his eyes in concession.

"Fine." He turned to look at Toki, their noses nearly touching. "Just lets me back up dis session."

"I gots it." Toki pecked him on the mouth and slapped his hand blindly over the panel, his middle finger landing on a big red button amongst the smaller, less-likely widgets.

"Toki, no! Don't—"

The red button depressed, a computerized voice announcing 'session deleted' through the headphones still looped around Skwisgaar's neck.

"Oop."

Skwisgaar's nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing into flinty ice chips. Toki gulped and gave him a sheepish grin.

"Uhhh...so dat offer still stands?"

#skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #skwistok #asks #thanks! 💜

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pasukiyo · 5 years ago

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focus.

— ben solo x f!reader

there were eyes fixated on the back of her head. she could feel them, they felt like lasers boring holes into each and every hair follicle that littered the back of her neck and atop her head. she knew all too well whom the eyes belonged to- after all, there was only one possibility of whom it could be. although turning around and throwing herself into his arms seemed tempting, her line of sight remained fixated on master luke, resisting her own temptations.

it was manageable and tolerable for a good while, until he seemed to have grown tired of being ignored- hungry for something more. she could feel him advance forward- slow, nimble and agile advances, each step slower than the next just to make certain that he wouldn't be caught- until the smooth skin of his fingertips grazed the chilled flesh of her wrist, fingernails gracefully tracing patterns into her skin. a shiver slithered up her spinal cord, locking each muscle and nerve to its place.

soft black ringlets tickled the crimsoned skin of her cheeks, widened irises trained on her master before her as he instructed one of the younglings, the wobbling green plasma of his lightsaber reflecting back onto her heated skin.

"ben," she whispered beneath her breath, the lump in her throat visibly bobbing as she swallowed it down. his fingertips never halted their movements, instead chose to tease her- to litter goosebumps up and down her blemished skin. she shivered again, inhaling a deep breath to hopefully ease the overwhelmed nerves of her body. "ben, stop. i need to stay focused."

ben, however, didn't care. he couldn't have given any damns whatsoever, he continued the teasing of his supple fingertips against her cool skin. she sucked in air through each crevice of her teeth, the breath silent- fortunately- but she still worried of the chance of being caught. she needed to concentrate on master luke anyways, she knew all too well that she had been falling short in jedi training. she couldn't possibly let anyone or anything distract her and although it was difficult- she couldn't even let ben break her focus.

her arm swung backwards, gently shoving his hand away, skin feeling icier than ever at the lack of contact. she exhaled, fluttering her eyelids closed to regain her focus. he wasn't gone, she was well aware of that, but at least she had the chance to at least attempt to concentrate on learning what master luke was teaching.

it was a shame ben had no desire in giving her the space she needed to succeed in her wishes.

it hadn't even been a minute before his fingertips moved at light speed back towards her arm, hands snaking their way around them. her wrist had now been clutched inside of his grip, long and strong fingers working themselves in in and out motions, massaging the limb. she pursed her lips, teeth grinding against the inside of her cheek as her knees threatened to turn to jelly, her joints trembling in fear of falling. she murmured another silent plea for his actions to cease, yet her pleads came to no avail. she swore she could even hear his smirk.

she found herself praying to her lucky stars that the training session would soon come to a close so that finally, she wouldn't have to resist his advances and withstand such torture any longer. her eyelids squeezed themselves shut, striving to clear away the building tension bundling itself into a ball in the center of her brain. she did her best to ignore the kindling fires of desire growing in the pit of her stomach, the idea of him weighing heavy on her mind.

please, please master luke, please let this training session come to an end.

she swore ben had breathed out a chuckle from behind her. her eyes narrowed, pouting at the idea of his mockery. she exhaled, swallowing back down a fresh lump that balled up in her throat. her fingers curled inwards until her fists balled, the idea of staying focused the most difficult it has been. ben's movements had slowed, but it didn't make them any less tempting.

she had been so focused on being focused that she hadn't even realized that the crowd has dispersed, ben's fingers breaking away from her skin the only thing that brought her back into reality. she blinked, head whipping around to where she thought ben had been. she scanned the area, irises moving to each side of her sockets until finally she caught the familiar head of black locks just before he could turn the corner to head into his hut, luminous brown eyes peeking into her own. his irises alone were inviting, the way they glimmered with something that couldn't be mistaken: mischief. he disappeared through the entrance to his hut, his door closing behind him but before it could close completely, something- most likely the force- left a crack open, as if it were inviting her inside of his home.

she sauntered towards his hut, irises wandering in both directions- she was clear. her palm fell flush with the surface of his door, inhaling a sharp breath as she pushed it open, ambling into the dimly-lit room. he stood in the middle of the room, back facing the entrance as he did who-knows-what. she closed the door behind her, teeth sinking down into the flesh of her bottom lip whilst she contemplated what to say. she wasn't sure where to even begin.

"you know i was trying to stay focused back there," she finally spoke, a hand clasping around her opposite wrist. she soothed her own skin- motions moving up and down- irises cowering their way to his feet when he turned. his feet began moving- stepping forward- slowly, a teasing saunter to test her patience. she could feel the blood surge to her cheeks like tidal waves, the heat in her skin making the room feel as though it was on the sun itself. she could've sworn she could feel a bead of sweat trickle down her face from her hairline.

"was i distracting you?" he husked, feet now before her own. a hand of his reached forward, a nimble forefinger poking the underside of her chin to raise it, golden brown irises swimming laps around her pupils. she strained to glance away, but he simply wouldn't allow it. besides, it was hard to look away from a man like ben. he was gorgeous- more than that- he was tantalizing, ethereal, breathtaking.

she gulped, and it was clear to him that she had no intention of answering his inquiry. his eyes narrowed and for a moment, she could feel her heart tumble down to the depths of her stomach. she wasn't sure how to react when he narrowed his eyes in such a way, since she wasn't the best at reading him in the first place. she felt like he was analyzing her- and wouldn't be surprised if he had entered the realms of her mind already.

"hmm," a hum resonated the air between the two, his fingertips gracing their way along her arm- just like he had done before. "perhaps you should focus on improving your resistance."

his fingers vanished from her skin, his touch a mere memory as he turned, walking over to the sleeping pad that had been placed on the floor. she watched as he crouched before it, lean fingers carding through his long, ebony tresses. she could've sworn she saw the corner of his smirk from the side of his face. her chest puffed outwards, a sharp huff forcing its way past her lips, arms folding before her chest.

"stars, you're such a pain," she sulked, feet shifting underneath her weight. his chuckle came out in the form of a breath, fingers working to tug his shoes off. meanwhile she contemplated on what to do- as well as what not to do. she wasn’t sure- he had a talent in leaving her to soak in her own confusion.

his line of sight ventured away from his now discarded shoes, peering at her tensed stature as she stood in the same place she had been in since she walked in. his lips pursed, the familiar mischievous gleams she knew all too well like stars in the voids of his pupils. she found herself lost in them, irises hopping between each flickering ball of gas- so entranced that she hadn’t even realized his lips were moving.

“come here,” he beckoned her forward, palms flush with the pad behind him to support his own weight. she hated when he did this- hated when he teased her like this. she palmed her wrist, munching down on her dampened bottom lip as she traipsed towards his crouched figure, knees bending so that she now sat at his level. a hand of his snakes out from behind her neck, fingertips swiping stray strands of hair behind her ear. “i will never grow tired of the feeling of your skin against mine.”

the heat had soon flooded back into her cheeks, she was certain her scarlet glow was visible even in the poorly-lit room. calloused fingers soothed her flamed skin, his forehead falling flush with her temple, the tip of his nose grazing against her earlobe. her eyelids fluttered shut, a shiver swimming down her spine at the sudden contact.

“i was sure you had gotten enough distracting me earlier,” she mumbled underneath her breath, neck craning to catch at least a swift glimpse of him. he shook his head, the bridge of his nose tucking itself underneath her jawline.

“never,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of her neck, goosebumps littering her flesh. a hand retracted away from her skin to go where to- she wasn’t sure. she strained for a peek, yet before she could even turn herself around enough to see what he had been doing, his hand made its way back into her vision.

wrapped around a lean forefinger dangled a string- worn out and thin- an object tangled in a bundle of ropes. she observed the item tied to the middle of the necklace, lips parting in awe. she had only seen one of these once, when she and master luke had been constructing her own lightsaber.

“ben,” she muttered, his name rolling off the tip of her tongue flawlessly. he parted the clasp of the necklace, tying the kyber crystal behind her neck once she lifted her hair away. the object fell at her chest, her fingers scrambling to clasp around it. “what’s this for? where- where did you even get it?”

her neck craned to face him, lips locking his lush ones in a tender kiss, the corners of her lips curving upwards into a smile. he pulled away, a hand caressing the side of her face and fingers tangling themselves in her ringlets.

“to remember me,” he mumbled, audible enough for only them two to hear. her eyebrow cocked upwards, hands pushing her body so that she now fully faced him.

“what do you mean?” she inquired, leaning into his touch. his rouge lips pursed outwards, as if he had been contemplating on what he should say. her heart thumped against the interior of her chest, threatening to rip her flesh open.

“i may not be here tomorrow,” he whispered, hand pulling her head into his, the skin of his forehead flush with her own. her heartbeat faltered and she could’ve sworn she felt her heart crack as it tumbled towards the depths of her stomach. “i-i can’t stay here any longer. i don’t belong here.”

her eyebrows knit together and her lips parted with the objective to protest but before anything could even manage to force its way past them, he shook his head- and it was clear it was to silence her. she obliged, sealing her lips shut.

“so this is something to remember me by,” he murmured, fingers pressing against the kyber crystal to push it into her chest- just above her heart. “and to remind you that no matter how far away you are from me- even if you are all the way across the galaxy- i will find you again. i will find you even if it’s the last thing i ever do. you have my word.”

she could feel heated tears brim the outskirts of her eye sockets, the glossy barrier that held them in threatening to falter as the tears pounded their fists against it, pleading to be let free. she fondled with the kyber crystal, gripping it tight in her sweaty grip. she nodded her head, her head falling to land on his shoulder. his fingertips buried themselves into the fabric covering her shoulders, she could feel his fingernails digging crescent moons into her skin even from above the material.

“okay,” her tone faltered, but she still managed the word out. his lips pressed against her temple, the butterflies fluttering inside her stomach flapping their wings at light speed. “i’ll never take it off.”

#ben solo #ben solo x reader #ben solo imagine #kylo ren #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader #star wars #star wars imagine #writing #kylo ren imagine

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greenelight · 6 months ago

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from the moment he chose to run away , the prince knew he would be limited to resources & assistance , but it was a risk he was willing to take , as anything was better than living a life locked up in a lavish prison. being away from the castle for a time has earned him some basic survival skills , but he doesn't hold a candle to the people he travels with now , & he doesn't expect them to be patient or grant him any more knowledge as they venture through the world together. when the prince loses his footing & damn near falls into an open pit , he's shocked when the vampire takes hold of him almost immediately , yanking him back to safety with the greatest of ease. he truly thought he was on his own in terms of safety despite walking with his companions , but clearly something in astarion was still good despite his attempts to say otherwise , unable to resist the smile of both amusement & appreciation that rises to the surface across his rosy cheeks.

❝ if you're worried i'll tell the others of your kind deeds , you needn't worry. ❞ he's in an oddly good mood despite facing certain death just moments ago , winking cheekily at astarion simply just to tease him. hands come up to smooth out his own clothes a bit before continuing on forward ━━ the fabrics he now dons nothing like what he's worn before , but the prince couldn't exactly wear finery when he was trying to make everyone think he was dead. better not to bring too much attention to himself. ❝ thank you for saving me from an embarrassing end. i'm sure death would love nothing more than to court & claim me , but i don't have time to deal with that just yet. ❞ the throne. as much as mason has never wanted to rule , he had to claim it if he was to save the townsfolk from an incoming war ━━ a war his parents are more than happy to inflict upon the realm. ❝ death & i can become reacquainted after i settle some scores. you , however , are fortunate you don't have to worry about such things , astarion. death will never know your lips . . . that has to be somewhat relieving for you. ❞

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

“ lets not get too ahead of ourselves, ” astarion attempts to backtrack, clearing his throat. he wasn't about to let the man plummet to his death, as entertaining as it would have been to watch; the cobwebbed and precarious terrain wasn't for the faint of heart. one misstep and the chasm would swallow them whole. besides, there was surely some use of the prince yet― if not for any undisclosed talent, for his name and position alone. astarion had taken to him rather quickly upon that little revelation.

the vampire releases the man's wrist once they're both steady and he continues along their path. the rest of their companions have assumed the lead, it was every person for themselves these days. “ if i let our darling little prince fall to his death because he lost his footing, it would be embarrassing for all of us ... not to mention detrimental to your cause. ”

#palespawn #˗ˏˋ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ· astarion ancunín.#˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ ic ﹚ ﹕ make 'em laugh.#˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ act ix ﹚ ﹕ can't catch me now.#im sensing some hilarity btw these two already #this was PERFECT im so excited to develop this some more!

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hiro-gari · 4 years ago

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Batarou Headcanon - Special Valentine's Day

by: Little1993lamb for: Lilia / @hiro-gari

Word count: 1894 Warning: Lots of passionate kisses scene and makeout implication in the end between Garou and Badd, but nothing explicit.

Hewwo, I'm back again with more Batarou mini-headcanon! 🙋😆💕 Still Valentine's Day themed eventhough it's probably has ended already, but whatever we still got the spirit of it waah I'm so sorry for the lateness 😅😂

Okay let's start on the headcanon! 😋💝🍫

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After Garou moved into Badd's house and living together with the S-Class Hero, Garou and Badd become like chaotic bestfriends before they actually starts dating. They're already trusting and very comfortable with eachother, hence they didn't mind on doing some skinship as a way of showing affection.

Be it like flirting, old married couple bickering, holding hands, intimate hug, sleeping together, cuddling, snuggling, kisses but only as far as kiss on the cheek or light peck on the lips. Many people often mistaken them as a real dating couple because of that, not knowing Garou and Badd just messed with them by being affectionate to eachother for fun. They just love to tease those people with some more-than-friends PDA actings.

Sometimes Garou would asking Badd to act like boyfriends when he wanted to get special offering or even a discount for couple on cafe or restaurant or amusement park. Badd just rolled his eyes at Garou's stupid idea but agreeing to do that with him nonetheless. Besides, saving money by doing simple lovey dovey things with Garou? Why not?

Badd is gaining more benefits from it anyways, especially that he could becomes closer with Garou. Same with Garou, he likes it when Badd showing him his rare affectionate side ONLY for Garou...

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Then Valentine's Day has come. After going back from Hero Association's meeting, Badd was contemplating himself if he should buy an another gift for Garou aside for Zenko (which consisted of Amai Mask's rare autograph that he struggled himself to beg for that annoying idol hero, a big kitty plushie, and also a pack of premium caramel-filled chocolate truffle wrapped in cute designed box).

Because Badd wanted to appreciate his ongoing friendship with Garou, also limited budget as he already bought expensive gifts for Zenko, he decided to make a homemade chocolate cake for the wolfboy.

Fortunately Garou was still doing his part-time job at that afternoon, so Badd proceeded to bake the chocolate cake on home. He used his late mom's best recipe as his way to remember the memories they had spent together doing their cooking hobby. Also because Badd wanted to give Garou a special and meaningful present by making something he made by himself.

On the evening after celebrating mini Valentine's Day party with Zenko at home, Garou finally coming back home from work. Badd and Zenko welcomed him warmly then asking him to join dinner together with them.

Of course Garou more appreciating this kind of small family dinner but feels very homey than any luxury dinner at 5-star restaurant. He always dreamed about having family dinner with warm and cheerful setting, who truly cares for his well-being no matter what happen.

Now that he lives with Badd, Garou could enjoyed Badd's and Zenko's happy chatting with each other in front of him on every dinnertime and he also could eat many of his favorite food as much as much as he wanted. Or sometimes Badd even giving more food on his plate if he was being generous enough on that day.

Besides, he loves Badd's own cooking, too! Still tasted like 5-star gourmet meal but much better!

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Dinner time just ended and all the dish were cleaned already, Badd ordered Garou to take a shower before going to bed. And while Garou still in the shower, Badd prepared a surprise Valentine's Day for Garou. He took the cake from the fridge and placed it on top of small table in their shared bedroom while waiting for Garou to come out from the bathroom.

After Garou finished taking a bath and had changed with clean clothes, he found Badd sitting on the couch smiling proudly, then standing out and walking towards him while bringing a mini chocolate cake.

Badd said, "Happy Valentine's Day, Wolfboy! Here you go your special present, better appreciate it because I made it myself", before gently handing his homemade chocolate cake to Garou.

Days before Valentine's day, Garou often jokingly teasing Badd that he couldn't wait for Badd's handmade chocolate gift, which would earned Garou a flustered Badd everytime he said that. But of course Garou just kidding since he wasn't really sure if Badd likes him enough to actually gives him a present, because while they're already become bestfriends Garou couldn't help but secretly pining for Badd.

Garou was speechless, he just stared at the beautiful dessert gift from his bestfriend on his hands. It was a chocolate frosted cake with fresh raspberries decoration, also somehow Badd delicately added Garou's name and cute wolf paw signature written on top of the cake. A simple cake but feels very personal. And it's for him, too?? Nobody ever gives him personally handmade stuff to him before!

He still couldn't believe Badd went as far as spending whole afternoon just to prepare a Valentine gift for him. Garou was so moved by this.

So with a wide cheeky grin, he thanked Badd and start slicing the cake by a plastic knife. But he wasn't immediately eating it, instead Garou took Badd's hand, made him sitting on bedside together with him, then offered the hero to eat the cake together.

Badd was actually a bit surprised by Garou's offering since it was the gift for the wolfboy and not him, but since he asked nicely then why not. Plus he can tasted his own creation to know if it's good or not.

Except there was only a single fork available.

Badd was gonna get an extra fork from kitchen but Garou said it's alright, they can share one fork by taking turn on having a bite for the cake. Besides, he would be very glad to be handfed by Badd, anyways! Badd really wanted to smack Garou hard with a pillow but he resisted it, he desperately trying to not being flustered by Garou's words.

So here the two bestfriends, who secretly pining on each other, taking turn on eating the cake by a single fork only. Garou was enthusiastically ate the delicious cake whereas Badd just munching it while blushing. Only Badd was aware that they were basically doing an indirect kiss!

Perhaps not many people care enough about silly indirect kiss thing, yet Badd couldn't help but cares since it involved Garou. His dearly bestfriend who also his secret crush.

As they finished eating (mostly it was Garou's doing as he always takes a big chunk of the cake at once), Badd noticed that Garou has a buttercream smear on the corner of his lips. 'Garou is truly a messy eater', thought Badd as he shakes his head in amusement. Already used to do it with Zenko, he wiped the cream off from Garou's face with his finger then licking it in very casual manner like no big deal.

But Garou watched him, dumbstrucked with what Badd had just done to him a moment before. Then without thinking, he gets closer towards Badd, reaching his face and tilted it a bit before kissing him.

Garou kissed Badd's plushy lips, so softly but longing. Tasting the mixture of sweetness between chocolate and buttercream, with a fruity hint of fresh raspberry from remaining aftertaste in his mouth. Just like a dreamy first kiss experience of a teenager. He knows Badd probably wont forgive him to do all of this but Garou absolutely never regretting his choice.

On the other hand, Badd was in pure shocked state once Garou touched his lips with his own. The moment their lips collided in a slow passionate kiss, Badd was melted in Garou's arms. He should be shoving the wolfboy off from him or slap his face. And yet he instead pulling Garou much closer to him as he clung his arms around the white haired teen, deepened their sweet kiss in the process.

After they run out of oxygen, they both released the lip-locking activity to take a quick breath before resuming their kiss again. Now even more eager than the first attempt as they poured their whole heart content onto eachother, letting the other know what they have been feeling after all this time.

Slowly, Garou laid Badd down on the bed without breaking their kiss. Badd embraced him tighter, one hand clutching on Garou's back and the other hand on Garou's short spiky hair. They keep doing such intimate act for some hot minutes until finally Garou ended it and released Badd from the kiss.

He gazed at Badd's face, who currently breathing hard, eyes hooded with barely hidden passion, and face blushing so red like a tomato. But then Garou saw his tender smile on his plushy pink lips, Badd looked so pretty with those rare soft smile that only reserved for him only.

He could feel Badd's hand slowly caressing his cheek, stroked it with so much affection, as if he wanted to convey his true feeling even more clearly to Garou. It encouraged Garou to also confessed his feeling for the beautiful hero.

"Love you, Short-stack. So much that I don't know if I can hide it from you any longer.. Sorry for suddenly kissing you out of nowhere-"

A finger touched his lips, sealing it shut for a moment.

"Shussh it's okay no need to apologize. I already know. Me too, Wolfboy..", those tender smile still hasn't left Badd's lips, instead it got more brighter than ever.

Realizing his love has been reciprocated already, Garou let out a loud chuckle before dipped down to rub his nose on Badd's own excitedly before nuzzled his soft cheek, giving the smaller man a shower of little kisses on his cheeks, forehead, then his lips.

Badd was just as happy as Garou, he laughed along with him now that finally they leveled up their relationship into boyfriends after all of these silly mutual pinings for months. He accepted Garou's feeling right away, thinking he was so lucky they're become together in a very special day to any lovers: Valentine's Day.

So maybe upcoming dating anniversary for every Valentine's Day, perhaps?

Garou's gentle caress on his hair brings him back from his deep thoughts, he showed that trademark cocky smirk to Badd before asking, "Shall we do it again, hmm, babe?". He licked his own lips suggestively as a joke to tease Badd more further, making himself looked like a hungry wolf before devouring his delicious prey.

But who said Badd was an easy prey without fighting back? Of course he knows Garou was only joking, but the hotheaded hero wont let him gets whatever he wanted easily. If Garou wanted some dominance over him, he must earned it.

With a wide taunting grin, Badd accepted Garou's challenge, "Ooh you bet! Don't regret your decision, Moon Moon", before kissing him hard. He clung onto Garou and flipped him over on the bed so now Badd was on top of Garou, straddling his torso before proceed to continue their makeout session.

Garou couldn't hold a happy smile between their heated kisses, what a more better way to spending time on special event with your bestfriend-turned-into-newly-boyfriend than this? He let Badd enjoyed a brief dominance on him for awhile before he caught Badd off-guard, taking back the victory by flipping him over again, making the hero submitted to Garou.

Garou smirked when he saw Badd's tender yet teasing smile under him. This gonna be a long night.

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Notes:

So how was it? Was this good? 😳✨ Aaaa I'm sorry this ended up being a mix of silly, fluffy, and a bit pervy, lmao! But don't worry trust me they just went as far as doing usual horny makeout between teenagers and not going past there (yet), ahahaha 😜😂

Because they only just start dating, right? They wanted to take it slow and of course Garou would respected any of Badd's decision because he loves him so much, then in turn Badd would appreciate any of Garou's adorkable effort in dating attempts 😊💕

But maybe in the near future they eventually would take the things more further hmm.. 😎✨

Anyways, there I give you (belated) Batarou Valentine's Day present! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it~ 😚😘❤💜💙💚💛💖💝🍫🌹💐

Special thanks for: @hiro-gari , @the-goddessfighter , @kaincuro , @guby1620 , @garous-nipple , @jusqu-une-etudiante ,and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas , also all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! (idk if the tagging worked but I love to mention you all, guys! hope you don't mind ilysm 😆💕💖)

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

oh my god I’m-

This is so cute and fluffy and perfect hnnnnngh 😭💕 I love their little nicknames for each other too oml choked on my drink cause I haven’t thought about Moon Moon in years and it made me laugh so hard

Thank you for the Valentine’s fluff anon!! Who cares what day it is we need the L O V E💖✨

someone pls let me know if the tags work also!!

#i’m drunk on the fluff #thank you 💖#I’m so sorry if the tags haven’t been working 🙇‍♀️ 😓#technologically challenged #batarou #garou #metal bat #opm #submission #anon #headcanon

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juminly · 5 years ago

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Hi hi dear! Hope you are doing well☺❤🌻 After i saw your matchup i couldn't resist asking for one! ☺🌻❤ can i pretty please request an Ikevamp match up ☺ i am super curious to see which vampy boi u think would suit me best hehe 🌻thank a million! Sending ya lots o hugs🌻☺ hope ya keeping safe and warm❤

The Art of Love & War

Context: Finding yourself in an unknown place AND back in time wasn’t an easy experience for you. It was only natural for you to be overtaken by a strong sense of unease because of the unfamiliarity of your surroundings. A mansion full of so-called vampires, a bunch of historical figures that you’ve read so much about but were now all before you, in the flesh. It was a lot to take in and no one could blame you for keeping to yourself and isolating yourself from others (unless you were coaxed by the gentle Comte [kinda forced by Sebastian] otherwise).

Fitness has always been something that you indulged in and engaging in physical activity allowed you to focus solely on what your body is doing, pushing away where your thoughts would usually wander (sometimes unnecessarily in very dark paths, considering your situation).

It was not safe for a woman to go about in the city all alone, let alone, jogging and running which is something unspoken of during those times. Sebastian knew what you were doing and could only think of one way to remedy this situation without causing any inconvenience to your routine.

One day, you woke up at the crack of dawn to find Napoleon leaning on the grand door of your mansion, blocking your exit.

“Bonjour petite nunuche, Sebastian and Le Comte have taken it upon themselves to bestow on me quite an interesting chore. They believe I’m spending way too much time sleeping. I hope you’re worth the sleep I’m wasting on you.”

He had no intention of sounding harsh but his teasing was meant to get a reaction out of you. And they certainly did. Those words were enough to earn him some snarky remarks from you and it earned you a most glorious smile on Napoleon’s face. He knew that there was much more to find under that shy exterior of yours.

Sebastian couldn’t think of anyone else who would be able to keep up with you but Napoleon. Jean was also a candidate but considering his state of mind, it would take some time before he even agrees to be anywhere near you.

Your relationship started with the morning jogs that he joined you on. He was unfamiliar with the notion of women engaging in strenuous physical activity and he was definitely impressed and curious to know more about your time.

He was the yin to your yang, his personality not necessarily opposing yours, but complimenting it, filling in the gaps that closed the distance between you. His extroverted and easy-going nature was more than enough to get you to loosen up around him, almost too easily.

Napoleon is an extremely charming man and was eloquent, adept enough to make you feel at ease around him. You spent your mornings talking about your time, how your life was like, how invested you are in your studies, how you enjoyed working out and allocated enough time to do the things that you loved.

You never seemed to notice it but his eyes would shine with admiration the more he got you to talk about yourself. Your ambitions in life, your intelligence and your wit unconsciously made him grow very fond of you.

Even though he led a life full of bloodshed, fear and treachery, he saw in you the peace and the beauty of simplicity that he ached for. He felt that maybe, if he were able to be your friend only for a short period of time, he might be able to live a life that he would be satisfied with (one where he wouldn’t have to escape through long hours of sleep).

He found your sense of humour endearing and he was one of the few to laugh at your jokes (along with Arthur, Dazai, Leonardo and even Theodorus sometimes). You certainly brought more life to the mansion, especially when you would sometimes butt heads with Theo, who would take your sarcastic demeanor as a challenge. (that man is just to easy to rile up)

Having evaluated your physical capabilities, Napoleon deemed it fit to teach you fencing and invited you to join him and Jean during their sparring session. It was challenging, fun and extremely exciting and the adrenaline rushing through your blood was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You found a new passion and the smile drawn on your face was one of pure contentment (and Napoleon found it absolutely ravishing).

The blood would rush to your face, sweat dripping from your forehead and your cheeks turned tomato red when the other two men would chuckle and seem like they didn’t even lift a finger. Napoleon often teased you about it and would say “Nunuche, your cheeks look red enough to bite.” (and he secretly did want to kiss them and nibble on them)

Leon couldn’t help but notice the type of food that you ate and he was practically appalled. The man was on a mission to feed you and stuff you, especially after your intense training together. And when he discovered how much of a good cook you were, he was awfully confused. “How is it that a woman of your talent for food cannot feed herself properly? What a nunuche you are.”

If you weren’t spending time together in the training room, you were both most probably in the kitchen, making a mess that Sebastian was going to have a hard time cleaning up on his own. The residents were more than happy that you and Leon spent so much time bonding in the kitchen and cooking together (they got lots of yummy food without even asking for any).

Whenever Leon wasn’t around, Jean was your sparring partner. He was your silent friend and you definitely enjoyed his presence. Even as the man was burdened with such somberness, he was a soothing presence and he appreciated your company as well.

For some reason, Leon feels his chest tighten whenever he sees how close you’ve gotten to his dear friend, Jean. He knows that there is nothing between the two of you but he can’t help but feel a bit jealous. That was when he realized he began developing romantic feelings for you.

He ended up sparring with Jean and the winner would get a kiss from you. In the middle of the fight, he realized that he was on edge and maybe a bit too aggressive. In that moment of hesitation, Jean was able to win (and whispered something in your ear while he left the training room).

Leon was completely unfazed until you meekly walked closer to him, earning you a sly comment “What’s wrong? Has the thought of kissing Jean scared you, nunuche?”. You completely wiped off the smirk off his face when you kissed his cheek and walked away, saying. “Winner decides what to do with their prize. Jean was feeling generous today.”

When Leon noticed that you were cooped up in the mansion for too long without exploring Paris, he took it upon himself to show you around: tasting local delicacies, visiting local monuments and recounting tales of the past.

During your outing, you discovered his side-job which was teaching the less-fortunate children and orphans in Paris. It was a bit hard for you to hold your tears back when you saw their eyes shining with excitement and fascination as Napoleon and Isaac took the time to teach them about the world and give them the knowledge that they needed to survive.

The children loved having you around, looking up to you as their “older sister”, confiding in you and looking for comfort whenever they needed it. They would sometimes come to you for hugs and even take short naps in your arms because they felt very comfortable being near you.

You treated them as equals and not as children (you didn’t necessarily have to be good at dealing with children to be able to support them), just like Napoleon and Isaac did, which made them very fond of you and also the assistant teacher! (Leon would demonstrate how to spar with you and showing the children, both the boys and the girls, how to defend themselves)

Napoleon would often watch you, without you noticing (but Isaac did notice it and even Jean): whenever you teased and spoke to Arthur, the gentle way you dealt with the children. Appreciation for beauty and he saw you as a flower in full bloom that was hiding in the shadows. He wanted to see you under the bright light of day and marvel at how special you are.

During one of your lessons with the children, it was pouring cats and dogs and there was absolutely no way you would make it to the mansion without getting soaked and sick. Renting the only double room available in a nearby hotel, you decided to spend the night there until the rain subsided.

Your body was shivering almost violently from the cold as Leon tended to the fireplace. He gave you his back while you stripped out of your damp clothes, as he ordered you to (while he also did the same [only removing his top though]). He gathered the cover of his bed and turned around with his eyes closed, wrapping it around you to cover your body and pulled you against his body. He held you tightly in his arms, and hummed in approval “Les petits ont raison. Your embrace is quite delightful.” (that was more than enough to make you turn beet red)

The next day, the sun was up and illuminating your room, announcing that it was time for you to head back home. Unknowing of Leon’s bad habit, you sat on the edge of his bed and nudged his shoulder to wake him up, only to have him grip your shoulders and pull you down for an unexpected kiss.

Zeta: *squeals and turns red* What was that? Leon: Hm? That was a kiss. Zeta: I know what a kiss is, Leon! What was that for?

Leon: It’s a sign of love and affection, ma belle.

Zeta: ... what exactly are you trying to say?

Leon: Exactly what you think I am.

He sits up and pulls you in for another kiss, a bit longer and a lot sweeter. He cradled your face so gently and kissed you with a tenderness that brought tears to your eyes. “Allons-y, mon amour. I’ll make sure you have the thermae all to yourself today.”

Leon was never the type to be clingy but he has a strong protective streak, without being overbearing either. He doesn’t have to be with you 24/7 but he likes to be informed of your whereabouts, to make sure that you are safe and sound.

Considering his past, you couldn’t really blame him for being the way that he is and whenever he tried to apologize to you, shutting him up with a kiss would be the best way to make his heart flutter with happiness. You calmed him and reassured him that there was nothing for him to worry about.

Public Display of Affection is his thing and he likes and wants everyone to know that he is yours and you are his. You are his Queen and this man might have ruled France back in the day, but you were much mightier than he was, since you ruled his heart.

He’ll kiss you every single time he’ll get the chance: on your cheek, your hands, your hair and sneak a kiss on your lips too (especially when he wants to see that gorgeous blush on your cheeks).

NSFW Ahead ~

He mostly sweet talks when you’re in bed but says the dirtiest things in the most eloquent way which makes you sometimes giggle out of shyness.

Your first time together, Leon kissed, licked, nipped, explored and tasted every inch of your body before claiming you. He was gentle as he made love to you (and his body lightly trembled with the height of his emotions).

He likes to be playful with you, even when you are getting down and dirty so he sometimes tickles you out of nowhere and ends up laughing together before his fingers find their way between your legs, making you gasp and moan for him.

He enjoys teasing you to no end and makes you say and demand the things you want him to do for you before he actually does them. The sight of you frustrated, trembling and almost furious for his touch is absolutely mesmerizing.

He likes spending some quality time with you in the thermae. Just enjoying the warmth of the water and the vapor cleansing your skin. He would massage your body and help you wash and ask you to do the same for him. He would definitely sneak in a few kisses here and there (and would sometimes turn into heavy make-out sessions or a bit more than that). However, he simply enjoys being physically intimate with you (even without the sex).

Leon doesn’t really moan in bed but his soft grunts and groans are very arousing and enough to make you dripping wet when you’re servicing him.

He could spend the entire night with his head between your legs. He relishes the taste of you and the beautiful sounds that you make.

His favourite place to bite you: your inner thighs and wrists (so you can watch him as he feeds on you and see how much he needs you).

He growls at you whenever you try to cover your mouth or bite your lips, depriving him from hearing the moans ripping from your throat. Your pleasure fuels his so you will absolutely succumb to your desires and his needs.

You sometimes feel like he does it on purpose so that the other residents can hear you and make them know that he is the one responsible for making you lose your wits.

Favourite position

In front of a mirror: he likes to take you from the back while holding you up from your waist so he can have easy access to your neck and also turn your face around for a kiss and stimulate your breasts and clit with his hands. When you’re laying on your back: he loves locking eyes with you, seeing every single reaction you make with each touch of his hand and every thrust that he makes. He likes to have your legs over his shoulders so that he can sink deep into you and stimulate your sensitive nub with his thumb, driving you over the edge multiple times and make you tremble before he reaches his own climax.

He has the most irritating and beautiful smirk on his face when you have trouble walking around the mansion or have to excuse yourself from fencing practice.

His absolute weaknesses:

When you call out his name (whether you’re moaning, whining or just asking for his touch). He adores you more than anything and knowing, feeling and seeing how much you need him and love him in return is enough to make him lose control.

When you initiate physical contact and show any sign of neediness, clinginess, desire/yearning. He intentionally drives you into a state of frustration so that he’s able to see how you would be if you were to take things into your own hands, throw him on the bed and just claim him.

He’s a huge cuddlebug after sex and whispers the sweetest things in your ears before he falls asleep with you cradled in his arms. Your warmth is his safe haven.

Kinks: mirror sex, overstimulation, bondage (mostly blindfolding you and tying your wrist over your head), sensory stimulation (using feathers, arousing your senses with heat and cold [example: ice or melted chocolate]), edging, outdoor sex (where you could get caught).

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #matchup #ask #request #ikemen #otome #ikemen series

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dontreadthistrashgarbage · 5 years ago

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Pt.5

"You're flashy again today!" Charlie said appreciatively to Guerin, who had opted for blue lipstick, dangly earrings and a yellow cropped sweatshirt over leggings and chunky black boots.

"Well yeah, we're gonna be in a private room so I'm taking advantage of not having to hide!" Guerin posed by poking her cheek paired with a pouty smile. Charlie grinned to see her friend looking cheerful.

"Well you look great."

"I look great? Look at youuuuu!" Guerin crowed, "Boy better watch out, you look on fleek." She dipped into english to adequately express admiration for her friend.

"Stop you're too much." Charlie rolled her eyes at how over the top Guerin was being, but it still made her happy cause despite how obnoxious it was she was being genuine with her opinion.

"Never." Guerin linked arms with Charlie, "Do you know where we're going?" The girls had met at the station closest to the karaoke place that had been chosen by A.C.E and would meet the group there. Charlie led the way, familiar with Guerin's legendarily poor sense of direction. She texted Jun to let them know when they arrived. Once inside Guerin chose two beers to bring in with them.

"We'll need these for bravery. If we wanna sing in front of those five." She said sensibly.

"I could use a drink but I'm not going to sing." Charlie accepted the beer.

"That's fine, but if you wanna do a duet later I'm here for you." Guerin winked.

Just then Chan appeared in the lobby, "Did you two get lost? You're taking forever." He said.

"Hey, don't talk to your elders like that." Guerin said, undermining herself by sticking out her tongue as they moved to follow him.

"Sorry Guerin-Noona, Charlie-Noona." Chan pouted at the older women, causing Guerin to immediately melt and coo at him.

"You are so weak." Charlie teased her friend as they made their way into the assigned room.

"It's true I'm the softest. Hey everyone!" Guerin called out, waving to the rest of A.C.E as they joined them. "Awww you had the same idea we did!" She commented on the assortment of drinks already gathered on the table in the center of the room.

"Charlie, you look great!" Donghun piped up after everyone had finished their greetings. Maybe it's because Guerin was looking for it, but she caught Jun go from looking and smiling at Charlie to shooting Donghun a surprised expression at his compliment.

"Thanks." Charlie said shyly, "It's nothing much." Her outfit was a simple hoodie and jeans but she had left her freshly dyed hair down, apparently the vibrant pink and purple was a hit.

"Nothing much. Pshaw. you are the belle of the ball." Guerin threw an arm around her friend, tapped her beer to Charlie's and the two of them started with their first drinks of the night.

The seven started off restrained enough but after a few songs Guerin insisted that without Queen it wasnt worth coming out so she sang Don't Stop Me Now which got everyone more riled up despite her not quite hitting every note. Seyoon got particularly aggressive with the tambourine during a flailing dance off so Guerin had to disarm him but otherwise no one was hurt. Charlie even joined in after a few drinks and sang Spice Girls and Backstreet boys much to the amusement of A.C.E and with Guerin acting as her solo hype team and yelling along.

After about an hour they flopped down for their first break as Jun, Chan and Seyoon hurried to the front to order snacks and more drinks.

"Jun was right, this is fun!" Charlie exclaimed happily.

"I've found the perfect song for us to do next! Will you sing it with me?" Guerin scooted over to Charlie, showing her the selection.

"Oh... oh yes. Definitely." Charlie nodded, the alcohol in her system making her bold.

Donghun leaned slightly across Charlie to try and peak at the song choice but Guerin snatched it away. Charlie blushed at the proximity of Donghun being so close. Sure she liked Jun but that didn't make her blind. Or sober. The other three returned, Jun came in first seeing Donghun and frowning as the two seemed to separate quickly. Byeongkwan tried to take the song selecter from Guerin for a peak and she jumped away from him.

"Noona what is it, let me see!" Byeongkwan said, reaching again.

"No, it's a surprise!" She twisted away from him and collided with Seyoon who had fortunately just set the snacks he was carrying down. His hand automatically went to her arms to steady her as the two stumbled.

"Oh shit" she was shocked into english for a moment, "Seyoonie I'm sorry are you okay?"

Before he could answer Guerin felt Byeongkwan reaching for the song selecter again and she yanked it instinctively away from him, which moved her closer to Seyoon. He used her momentum to pull her closer to him, but switching to look at Byeongkwan.

"Stop antagonizing her, at this rate she'll accidentally kill me." Seyoon said with a grin. Guerin tsked and pulled away from him. She had enjoyed feeling his hands on her and being so close to him, but she while she may have been too tipsy to make a snarky comeback with that level of distraction, she wasn't drunk enough to act on it.

"It's not my fault she's not watching where she's going." Byeongkwan shrugged.

Jun had surreptitiously settled in Guerins abandoned spot next to Charlie and was offering her another drink.

"Noona do you have a song picked out?" Chan asked, opening a bag of chips.

"Oh yes! Charlie is gonna sing with me!" Guerin spun and held her hand out to her friend who got up to join her. Jun looked disappointed for a moment until Guerin started the song choice. A.C.E all laughed and cheered as Take Me Higher came over the speakers.

The two women had a grand time singing along heartily, eagerly using the two dance moves they knew from the performance (poorly) and freestyle dancing the rest (also poorly). Guerin also mixed in randomly singing to each member of A.C.E, but she stopped when she sang the lyrics "I want you, I need you, say you love me" to Seyoon who had a big grin that started to falter. She threw herself back into the song and the two wrapped up with big cheers from the audience. Charlie flopped back into her seat between Donghun and Jun while Guerin sat next to Byeongkwan at the end of the couch.

"That was amazing!" Jun cheered and clapped loudly, giving Charlie a standing ovation.

"I'm glad you guys liked it." Charlie beamed up at him.

"Noona, maybe you could come to our dance practice sometime, before you try that again in public." Byeongkwan suggested to Guerin.

"Do you want to die?" She joked, throwing her arm around him and pulling him into a healock, but completely unable to keep a straight face.

"Aah, I'm kidding I'm sorry!" Byeongkwan tapped at her arm.

"Charlie you sing really well!" Donghun said. Guerin noticed him lean in closer to her friend as Jun's smile faded a bit, eyes moving back and forth between the two.

"Stop, I'm not a singer." Charlie protested.

"No really! We should sing a song together." Donghun pressed.

"Nooo you'll make me sound so bad." She waved her hand in protest, "Really you're being too nice."

Donghun took hold of her waving hand, "I'm serious, let's-"

Before he could finish his sentence Jun grabbed her hand away from Donghun and pulled her up toward him, he held her hand tightly, staring at Donghun, then moving his eyes to Charlie, "I like you. I don't want to see him flirt with you like that."

Charlie was flabbergasted. Her mouth worked as her mind caught up to what had just happened. Byeongkwan tapped lightly on Guerins arm, she had forgotten she was holding him as things unfolded and she quickly let him go but no one said anything else.

"I'm sorry to bring it up so suddenly but-" he suddenly couldn't speak anymore as Charlie took his hands and pulled him in for a kiss. Jun looked shocked.

"Sorry, I like you too. I got carried away." She looked down suddenly shy again but Jun beamed, pulled her chin up and kissed her again. Guerin, Byeongkwan and Donghun both cheered and bounced up. Seyoon had a big smile on his face, Chan looked shocked with a somewhat vacant smile on his face.

"I'm sorry Jun-ah, but you weren't doing anything so I thought I'd egg you on." Donghun clapped both of them on the back. Jun shot him a glare, "That's great so you can stop forever now." Guerin resisted bouncing over to Charlie and forced herself to sit back down. Seyoon scooted over to her.

"Did you know about this?" He asked, still smiling and watching.

"Well I knew Charlie liked him, but I wasn't sure about Jun." She looked at Seyoon, "Did you know?"

"Yeah, he talked to us." He responded.

"He wasn't sure he'd ever act on it, and if he did this wasnt in his plan." Chan piped up, laying across Seyoon to join the conversation.

The rest of the evening was spent drinking, singing and dancing. And, in the case of Charlie and Jun, holding hands and smiling at each other. Even Guerin with her high tolerance for alcohol managed to get well into tipsy by the time they were ready to wrap up.

"Are you okay getting home?" Charlie asked her friend, concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'll just take a taxi or something." Guerin waved off her friend. She had heard Jun asking Charlie to get a coffee somewhere so they could talk and there was no way she was going to interrupt that. The two of them went their separate way, A.C.E held back until Guerin was able to flag down a taxi and get in before they headed off to their dorm.

"She was kind of drunk, think she'll be okay?" Donghun, peaked backwards concerned.

"Yeah, cabs can be creepy especially toward women." Byeongkwan added.

Chan looked genuinely concerned, "Normally I wouldn't worry about her but..."

"You guys go ahead without me." Seyoon peeled off and ran back to the taxi, stopping it and sliding into the backseat.

"Idiots. All of them." Donghun shook his head.

"What are you doing?" Guerin asked in surprise as Seyoon slid into the seat next to her.

Seyoon thanked the driver and apologized to him before answering Guerin, "Just making sure you get home safe. You never know these days." He said with a shrug.

"You're silly." She scoffed, "But that's very considerate of you, thank you."

They were quiet for a minute before Guerin spoke again, "Tonight was so much fun, thanks for letting Charlie and I crash your party."

Seyoon laughed, "It was never our party. Jun planned this after he invited Charlie and you."

Guerin covered her mouth to keep from laughing too loud, "He is slick." She giggled.

"It was fun anyway. We have fun when you're around." Seyoon said offhandedly looking at Guerin.

She smiled shyly then reach up to cover his eyes with her hand, "You have such an unsettling habit of staring directly at people." She laughed nervously trying to cover up her own reaction to the direct eye contact. He reached for her hand and pulled it down so she could see him still looking at her.

"You don't want me to look at you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows to accentuate his curious smile.

"I don't mean it like that. It's just a lot to look at you sometimes." Guerin tried to cover her tracks without thinking. She puffed out her cheeks realizing what she had said too late and looked straight ahead. Seyoon reached over to poke her cheek which caused her to glance at him from the corner of her eye and giggle. "Sorry, I'm not thinking straight. Just forget it."

His classic smile remained in place as he shrugged in acceptance and leaned back, just happy to have pestered her.

"Hey so what is your company's policy on dating?" Guerin asked suddenly.

"Our... dating? Why?" Seyoon was surprised by the sudden question.

"I'm curious for Charlie." She answered.

"Ah... I see." He nodded for a moment, trying to ignore the moment of disappointment he felt, "We can date. They want to know and I don't know how they'd go about it as far as announcing it." He shrugged, "I guess we'll find out."

"That's good at least. I'm glad you're allowed to be human." She smiled at him.

He bit his lip then slid his hand over to rest on top of hers, "Me too." He added, staring straight ahead. Her hand twitched under his but she didn't pull away. They sat like that for the next few minutes in silence until arriving at her apartment. She thanked him for riding with her home and tried to pay which Seyoon had to threaten to take her card away before she gave up. Once inside her apartment she washed her face, changed into pajamas then collapsed onto her bed.

"What the shit." She said to herself, flopping around in frustration under the covers.

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