#i can get rowdy in some social situations but other than that i’m very quiet

[umemiyan]

i’m continuously baffled by how some people just seem to live in a constant state of being loud 😭 like slamming cabinets and doors and the fridge and stomping on the floor like hello but do you have absolutely no awareness of anyone or anything else in your environment outside of yourself???? or do u just not care

[celeste-clearwater-06]

Hi! Could I please request headcanons with the Durins, Bofur, Dwalin, Legolas, Elrond and anyone you'd like to add (or take out, sorry if that's too many characters) with a reader that tics? Like sometimes, random sounds slip out of them and they repeat them periodically for like a minute or so? Or sometimes hand movements or little gestures? I feel kinda embarassed of mine, so it would really help me. Thank you (also I read the nail polish headcanons and I loved them, you're amazing!)!

Absolutely!! And don't ever feel embarrassed! You are amazing, beautiful and perfect just the way you are!! Hope this meets up to your expectations! I'm not very familiar with tics and such, (I did a bit of research) so let me know how I did with the writing!

Tics (Thorin's Company x reader)

Thorin

At first, our king under the mountain doesn't know what to think

Surely he didn't hear you squeak...

To be honest, he thought you were doing it to annoy him, since your first interaction, you might have gotten off on the wrong foot 😅

And it wasn't the easiest to explain to Thorin, knowing he can be a tad thick-headed sometimes

It took a while to help him comprehend and had never seen it in your light

He understands now though, and has the most patience you have ever seen

He's never been more understanding to one person, even with his stubborn and sometimes grumpy demeanor

Thorin knows you can't help it, which is why he's instantly overprotective of you

If anyone dares make one comment, he's on their case like CRAZY

"Y/N can not help it, gilthock!"

"If you improperly console with her/him/them again, you'll face the wrath of my kin."

When the company was being chased down by Beorn, your tics were triggered and the great skin-changer could hear you from inside, clawing at the door with fury

You felt terrible, not able to contain the short exclamations and noises slipping from your mouth

But Thorin sent an icy glare to anyone who tried to hush you or tell you to keep it down

He's constantly reminding you that it's not your fault, and has become like a fatherly figure to you... Or perhaps, something more 😉

Fili and Kili

Unsurprisingly, both are also very confused little princes

Fili seems to have a bit more understanding of the seriousness of the situation, or at least maturity

(He is next in line to be king after all)

It took a while for them to adjust, since they'd never met anyone with tics before

One night, as you all sat down by the fire, the company grew a bit rowdy, which became stressful for our poor Y/N

Your tics were triggered easily by then with short yelps, and lines of curses that even made bofur blush

Ofc, you couldn't control it, but since the company had little idea of what was going on

the two brothers were quick to rush to your aid, rubbing a hand on your back as you let out a frustrated groan

"What's wrong with her, Oin?"

"I'm not sure. Is it a curse?"

"Probably dark magic!" Dori gasped

You just shook your head and managed to explain your predicament through tics that annoyed the absolute shit out of you

and embarrassed you as well >:(

After that, the princes were stuck to you like flies to honey

They would always ride their ponies by yours, offer to carry your bags, spend all day cheering you up

And more often than not, you would become less stressed and the thought of your tics would float away in the wind 😌✨

Hell, they even stood up to their own uncle after he continued to press some stressful questions about your unfortunate condition

Even if Fili and Kili are both very aware of the randomness of your outbursts, they still treat you as a normal part of the company

They'd hate for you to feel "out-of-place" as Kili put it, in their traveling party

You are so important to them both, and they'd never let you get hurt

Bofur

Meet Mr. Comedic relief

Whenever Bofur had first met you, he giggled at your little tics

Of course, he'd never meant to make you feel bad, he just thought they were absolutely adorable

Sometimes he playfully teased you about it, and that certainly didn't make you feel better

One night, he had gotten the others in the company to join him in his seemingly harmless jesting,

You just forced out laughter, hoping to convince them that you too, thought it hilarious

But after everyone had fallen asleep by the dying fire, your quiet sobs and tics were what stirred bofur

He came over and asked what was wrong, apparent worry shining in his deep brown eyes

So, reluctantly, you explained why you had little outbursts

Bofur felt awful

"Oh...oh. Oh I'm so sorry lass/laddie/leddie! I never meant any harm!"

He wrapped his huge arms around you in a big bear hug

Bofur never wanted to make anyone feel bad about themselves, especially you (his favorite member of the company 🥺)

"It's okay Bo. It's not your fault that they happen."

It takes a while for you to convince him he's not at fault, and once you do, he's never reluctant to approach you and spark up a silly conversation 😊

He has THE BEST stories

Is very good at keeping your thoughts away from your tics and cheering you up during stressful or upsetting situations

You call him "Bofur-Bear" 🥺

And he adores you so much

He doesn't really know how to react when you have ongoing outbursts, that go on for a minute or two

So he makes really corny jokes and stupidly hilarious innuendos that extract giggles from you while your having an episode

He will never let you go 🥴👉👈

Dwalin

(This Gif is so GOD DAMN FUNNY 💀)

Dwalin is, in some ways, like Thorin

Except 10x more grumpy 🙄

That's okay though, because we still love him 🥰

SUPER confused

At first, he was kinda rude :/

Said it was "disturbing to his duties"

tHAT HURT-

But one night, in the quiet of Rivendell, after everyone else had fallen asleep, you walked around the kingdom to enjoy the peace and tranquility of the elvish land

Dwalin had followed you, and when he called your name, you jumped in surprise, and it sparked a string of swearing

His eyes widened in shock in first, and then some incredible happened

He smiled :)

Just a tiny little grin, that was hardly noticeable under his thick mustache, but a smile nonetheless

"I didn't know ya' could use yer mouth like that."

You grumbled and turned back to the balcony, trying to rid yourself of his company

Regardless, he took heavy steps next to you, and slapped a thick hand against your back, as a friendly gesture

"Why are being so nice to me all of a sudden?" You asked incredulously

Dwalin sighed, but before he could answer, you yelled and slapped your hands against the marble railing

"I hadn't meant ta upset ya' that much."

You just shook your head, and proceeded to describe to him what was really going on

After that, Dwalin was silent, but gave a quick nod

He still needed time to really let the information seep through his thick head

You thought you had scared him off at first, but as your journey continued on, Dwalin actually grew closer than before

Whenever an enemy was nearby, he would look for you first, and place you behind h, out of harms way

Extra dinner? Dwalin made sure you were the first to get second portions, despite your humble protests

He gets teased by the rest of the company, and though he'll never openly admit it, he's grown very fond of you 🥴

He's not really the best at picking up on your social cues, like if he's being way overprotective

Though he tries his best, he also won't can't treat you like a regular person, more like someone who's physically injured

"Come on, Y/N let me carry ya'"

"Dwalin, seriously, I'm fine, I know how to walk-"

*picks you up anyways*

Overall, very sweet, just a bit excessive sometimes 😅❤

I just decided to stick with these few characters if you don't mind, since I have a lot of other requests to fill out, but I hope these are okay!! Thank you for your request, and I hope these were accurate enough 😅🥰

You're amazing, beautiful and never feel ashamed or embarrassed for something you can't control!! Stay strong!! ❤

[jjobxx]

-- Fallin’ All In You;

Pairing: Topper Thornton x Reader

Words count: 2,767

Request: I love your stuff so much😭 could you please do a Topper imagine (where he’s a good person) with the prompts 8,9, 10,14 and 33?Sorry that it’s quite a few prompts lol. I just saw that and thought it would be perfect for a pogue and that she has a crush on Topper and the others are like “Should we let her know we’re onto her?” and Topper also has a crush on her and they others try to like push them together but y/n thinks Topper likes someone else? That would be so cute and thank you for writing!

Warnings: A couple curse words, mentions of fighting. I think that’s it? Not really a warning but a cheesy!Topper at the end.

A/N: I was able to get the rest of this done at work today (shhhh, I had to wait on a coworker before I could do my paperwork so I figured why not ;D) so here you go! Anywho, if this isn’t to your liking please let me know and I’d be happy to try again. As usual, not proofed so any mistakes are my fault.  ^_^

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Being in the background was something you were good at. You didn’t like being the center of attention, much like your older sister, and you definitely didn’t like conversations with people outside of your bubble. It wasn’t that you didn’t like people, something your older sister always seemed to aggressively tease you about, it was more-so that you were quiet by nature. You were calm and well, she was not, which is why she never understood your choice in friends. Though the both of you were raised as Pogues, your sister never stopped trying to climb the social ladder into the world of the Kooks. You on the other hand stayed close to home and kept your social circle rather small.

Everyone knew “the” Pogues – John B, Pope, Kie, and JJ – they were loud, rowdy, and lived for a good time, or three out of the four at least. You and Pope had hit it off from the beginning, your personalities similar to one another. While you were glad to have found someone who understood your quiet nature, he was glad to have found someone to at least attempt to help him keep his friends out of as much trouble as he could. Try as you two might, however, there really was no stopping the others from doing what they wanted – especially when it came to a few certain Kooks on the island. 

You never quite figured out the issue between the two classes on the island, seeing that your sister didn’t have much of a problem getting in with the Kooks when your family first moved to the Banks, but you came to a realization fairly quickly when you befriended the Pogues that the rivalry did indeed exist. Perhaps it was your sister’s beauty and flirtatious personality that got her in, or the fact that she so graciously hid her Pogue status, but nonetheless, you tried your best to stay in the middle of the fence for two reasons; it wasn’t your fight and you weren’t about to choose between your sister or your friends. So, any time a fight took place between your friends and the Kooks, you tried your best to stay out of it – not that it was hard, you were like a mouse; quiet and practically hiding behind anything or anyone you could. What you didn’t know was that, over time, you had caught the attention of one of the Kooks, Topper. You were intriguing to him. He was used to the rowdiness of your friends, expected it, but he wasn’t used to your timid nature and that someone like you would run around with the likes of the others. He didn’t know you by any means, just your name, but you confused him and he wasn’t sure if he liked the feeling or not.

Likewise,  any time there was a run-in with the Kooks, you often felt a pair of eyes on you. For the longest time you weren’t sure who they belonged to, too nervous to let your eyes wander anywhere else than on Pope, the friend you worried about the most in these situations. But you eventually gave in one day, your eyes travelling to everyone on scene. Your breath hitched as soon as your eyes met Topper’s, followed by the burning of your cheeks. He kept his gaze but you broke it, your eyes skimming the ground and then back to Pope who had been trying to hold back JJ from Rafe. Your eyes widened at the scene, knowing full well that Pope wasn’t going to be able to contain JJ much longer and that both would end up hurt if they kept at it. That’s when you decided to try something, your eyes searching for Topper’s once more, pleading him to do something. It had taken a couple moments before he spoke up. “Let’s go,” Topper nearly hissed at his friends, his hand applying pressure to Kelce’s shoulder so as to get him to follow suit. “Bullshit,” Rafe muttered. “We’re not done here,” he was matter of fact as he continued taunting JJ and Pope. “They’re not worth it,” Topper countered, “lets. go.” He enunciated his words, his jaw clenching as he waited for his friend to follow him. You could hear Rafe spew some colorful words as he gave up his position and stormed off. The five of you looked at one another, then at the trail the Kooks left behind, and then back at each other. “So, is no one going to talk about how weird that was or what?” Kie spoke up, the others agreeing with her and adding on their own opinions. The only thing you could do in this case however was mutter a small ‘yeah’ accompanied by a nervous chuckle.

The next day after that particular Kook versus Pogue fight, you had coincidentally run into Topper, though it wasn’t much of a shock running into him as you were the one on his territory. You were looking for your sister, your parents needing to speak with the both of you and she wasn’t picking up her phone, thus you had to find her. You knew to go to Figure Eight but from there you were clueless. That’s when you had heard your name being called. “Y/N!” Topper’s voice was hesitant, but much softer than the day before. “What brings you to Figure Eight?” he inquired, his gaze burning your cheeks once more. “Oh, I’m looking for my s.. friend. Layla,” you spoke just as soft, catching yourself from saying your sister as you knew she would be less than thrilled if her secret got out. She had gushed about Topper and his friends to you several times, so you knew that Topper had to of known who she was. “She’s probably at Sarah’s, I can show you the way if you’d like?” He had offered, his eyes showing a glimmer of excitement. You chalked it up to him being able to see Layla, because why would he not want to see her, but little did you know it was because he could be in your company for just a little longer. You didn’t talk much during the walk but laughed every so often as Topper would crack off some silly joke, a sound he decided he very much liked.

As you arrived however, he was a little stand offish, his attention now on your sister and her friends. You didn’t waste time in getting your sister by herself so the two of you could converse without anyone overhearing. “Mom and dad need to talk to us, but they didn’t say about what and they couldn’t get ahold of you so they wanted me to come find you,” you explained in a hushed voice. Over your conversation you could hear Topper and the others in the other room, Topper’s laugh echoing. Today was probably the first time you had heard his real, genuine laugh and much like Topper enjoying yours, you couldn’t help but to enjoy his, too. But you quickly subsided the feeling, knowing someone like him wouldn’t be caught dead with someone like you, his withdrawal from you evident when the two of you walked into the Cameron household.  

Weeks went by and the two of you seemed to walk on your tiptoes around one another. The Pogues noticed a significant difference in Topper whenever him and the others were around. He was less abrasive and not as confrontational as usual. While Kelce and Rafe would keep up with their usual shenanigans, Topper was more in the back of it all – he still uttered nonsense towards your group so as to make it seem he was still in the fight but none of it had any meaning to it. The more he saw you, the more he didn’t want to keep up with the rivalry. You felt the same way, though the thought of him liking you was unimaginable as your sister’s voice rang in your head any time your eyes met with Topper’s.  Your thoughts convinced you that your sister fancied him, and he fancied her. But the Pogues could tell otherwise by his lingering looks your way and the sorrow etched on his face whenever his friends began their tormenting. 

Your friends figured out pretty quickly that you had it bad for the Kook, as JJ had mistakenly made a comment about your sister and Topper being together one day, even though none of them really knew for sure, but they assumed that’s what Topper’s changed behavior was about. The deflation on your face was pretty obvious as you excused yourself from the group that night and hastily went to sleep. It was then that Pope had spoken up, “Should we let her know we’re on to them?” he questioned. “Both of them are crushing on one another but no one has the guts to come forward,” Pope exclaimed. “Now, where is the fun in that?” JJ offered. “You know Y/N thinks he has it bad for her sister, she’s never going to fess up to him. I say we do something about it.” The group knew JJ had a point but nonetheless it took some convincing to get the others to meddle.

A few days later and currently you were sitting next to the water at one of the many Boneyard parties your friends liked to throw. There were voices all around you, but it was white noise compared to the sound of the waves crashing onto the surface. Unbeknownst to you, your friends had just finished talking Topper into coming over to you to start up a conversation with you, while they stood opposite to observe the interaction.

You hadn’t realized someone was standing behind you until they lightly cleared their throat then spoke a gentle “Hey” towards you. You pursed your lips but politely responded with a hello of your own. He was quiet for a moment but then continued, “It’s really nice, isn’t it? The sound of the waves, I mean.” The small talk wasn’t making you feel any better about your silly crush on him. “Um yeah, it’s nice,” you gracefully stood up from your position. “I’m going to go get some water, I think Layla is around here somewhere,” you mused softly. “Wai-“ but before he could ask you to wait up, you had already disappeared into the crowd of people.

Topper’s eyes landed on your friends, a questionable look on his features. While your friends all agreed that they loved you, they felt that sometimes you could be very dense. Of course they meant it in the nicest way possible but this situation was only proving their point. Kie mouthed a silent “I’m sorry” Topper’s way before turning to the others to see about another plan. “I think it’s time for Plan B,” she smirked before explaining their next move in operation.

The next afternoon you had received a text from Kie instructing you to meet the group at her family’s restaurant. What you didn’t know was that they were currently setting up a table for just you and Topper, their Plan B to finally get the two of you together.

When you arrived inside The Wreck, the first thing you noticed was a small table with a candle sitting in the middle, the flame casting  shadows on the tablecloth. The second thing you noticed was the figure that was currently occupying the table: Topper. The timing in which your friends asked you to meet them and the timing in which Topper was there waiting on someone was unbelievable. You couldn’t believe your friends had asked you to meet them the same time Topper was going on a date with someone, someone who you assumed was your sister.

When your eyes landed on Topper, you let out an inaudible gasp and hesitantly turned away. You had just taken a few steps when you heard his voice behind you. “Where do you think you’re going?” His word choice was harsh, but his tone gentle. You squeaked out a quiet ‘what do you mean?’ before turning yourself back around to face him. “I just mean, you walk away from me every time I try to talk to you,” he responded, running his hand through his hair nervously. You bit your lip, unsure on how to answer him. “I don’t want to get my hopes up,” you finally uttered. “And besides, you have Layla to keep you company,” you countered, your voice a tad harder than you meant for it to be at the mention of your sister’s name.

The expression on his face was blank before his eyes narrowed.  “Wait, why are you so jealous of Layla?” Your shoulders shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I’m jealous, it’s just she’s so much prettier than I am,” you confessed, “she’s beautiful and she’s confident. She’s experienced, and fun, and I’m none of that,” you went on, your voice breaking at the end.

As you finished your sentence, your friends had made their way into the restaurant to see how things were going… which was clearly not what they had expected. They stayed in the sidelines though, watching to see where things were going to go.

He always knew you were timid, but he didn’t think you would be so insecure. To him you were so much more different than any one he had met on the island before. You were beautiful in your own way, kind, and caring. There was more to you than any girl he had encountered, and probably more than anyone he would ever encounter in the future, and he didn’t even know you to your fullest extent yet.

“I don’t want her though, Y/N, I want you. You make me feel… you make feel. And I hate it. I hate that someone I don’t fully know can make me feel this way, but I like you, Y/N. Not Sarah Cameron or any other girl, or even Layla, but you. You are the best kind of different there is and it’s unimaginable how you don’t see that,” he ranted on. You were quiet for a moment, soaking in the words he had just told you. You couldn’t believe that he felt this way about you, always assuming he was interested in your sister by the things she had told you. Now you felt kind of foolish to be jealous when you didn’t even have his side until now. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I had no idea,” you confessed, a small smile forming on your lips. He brought his hand up towards your face and lightly brushed your cheek, nearing your lips, with the pad of his thumb. “It’s okay, you had no idea,” he agreed, a goofy grin adorning his features. You closed your eyes for a few moments at his soft touch, then opened them, only to be met with his.

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” he spoke up, a light chuckle. You smiled and nodded your head, “absolutely.”

He was slow in leaning in and when your lips finally met, nothing but lightness enamored your thoughts.  Everything about this was right, and good. You and Topper were right, and good.

As the two of you finished, you both couldn’t help but giggle wholeheartedly at what just happened. And behind you, you had heard an array of reactions. There were some hoot and hollers, a couple of awes, and of course a gagging sound made by the one and only JJ. You playfully rolled your eyes at him over Topper’s shoulder.

“So, should we proceed with the date that that your friends set up for us?” he wriggled his eyebrows as he turned his attention towards the table that was still empty waiting for you two. With that, you let him lead the way and he even pulled out your chair for you.

The two of you sat there for hours, discussing anything and everything about one another. You learned there was more to Topper than just the rich party boy who desperately wanted to fit in, especially with Rafe and Kelce. Sometimes he could do or say dumb things, but he was a good person. Furthermore, even though he knew you were a genuine person, he learned that that was what you were through and through. It wasn’t a façade, and he admired you even more than before. The two of you realized how well you could balance each other out, and how much of a good thing you two were about to become.

[merakiaes]

Hi,i’m a caucasian girl and goes by she/her,bisexual,i’m 5’6 and average weight with straight dark brown hair.I’m a homebody and get panicked around loud noises.My love language is touch.I can be quite intelligent as well.I’m a gemini and a slytherin.I love to watch movies.i listen to anything except country.my parents are divorced and i had a brother who i lost recently.My family tree is very small aswell.i’m allergic to dairy and love to cook. Maybe shipped with marvel,harry potter,twilight❤️

MARVEL

I ship you with Peter Parker!

Peter wouldn’t actually have minded social settings if he hadn’t been so awfully bad at social interaction, but he has no problem with staying home with you. 

On week-days, you go with each other home to study together pretty much every day, sometimes alone, and sometimes with Ned, When you’re alone, you usually hang out in your bedrooms where you’ve got easier access to each other through touch. You’ll lay on top of each other and have your limbs tangled together in all kinds of ways while you focus on your separate homework, sharing small smiles and looks every once in a while. When Ned is with you, you’ll usually set up a study group in the kitchen so he doesn’t have to feel left out, and so that you have the fridge close by since the constant chatter always seems to make you hungry. 

Every Saturday you have movie nights with Peter, preferably with a theme that you’ll decide your clothes, movies, and snacks according to. On the first movie night you ever had, Peter brought the movies “Walk the Line” and “I Saw The Light”. He learned from his mistake. 

Sometimes you invite Ned to join you, but when that happens you rarely get any actual movie-watching done but rather just talk through the entire movie. When he sometimes gets too loud, Peter just smiles at you and asks him to go get a refill of popcorn in the kitchen so that you can get some peace and quiet, and also some cuddling in to survive the rest of the night.

When the boys are building some new Lego-project you tend to get involved too, and at least once every time, your inner Slytherin really comes out when you and Ned disagree on which part goes where - leaving Peter to try to get in the middle before it gets too out of hand. 

Both you and Peter show love through physical touch so you hold hands wherever you go, and I mean wherever. Always. When your relationship was still kinda fresh, Ned pointed out one time that he felt left out, and made a sarcastic comment that you should just glue your hands together. As a response, Peter took his hand, too. After that, he never complained again and just let you do your thing.

Aunt May definitely adores you from day one and once you start coming over to their place frequently, she stocks up on dairy-free products so you can eat whenever you want without having to worry.

You’ll help May with dinner when she’s home and when she’s not, Peter usually just stands by in an awkward manner while you do the cooking, handing you things at the speed of lightning before you’ve even gotten the chance to speak the whole word when asking for something, and peeping over your shoulder to see what you’re doing at all times. 

He did try to get more involved with the actual cooking once and it didn’t go very well, so he tries to watch your every move in order to learn, because he really wants to impress you. 

You help each other through your losses and family situations and you’re just generally good together, and good for each other. That boy would love you to absolute pieces and go to the end of the world just to see you happy.

HARRY POTTER

I ship you with George Weasley!

Fred and George are known to be big tricksters with little to no actual respect for their surroundings. If they want to play a prank on someone, they will - they don’t care if someone tells them no.

However, George has always been the more set-back, sympathetic, and down-to-earth twin. He does go along with all of the pranks and troublemaking that Fred initiates, but he has a bit more sense of when enough is enough and is just generally a bit better at reading the room than his twin is, and always respects when loud noises get too much for you and it’s time to stop. 

Does he love playing pranks and running around getting into trouble? Oh, yeah. It’s basically both his and Fred’s entire personality. But you do a good job at keeping him grounded and give him just the amount of calm that he needs to balance out his otherwise wild personality. 

Contrary to what one would believe because of said personality, he loves being alone with you and is basically turned into another person when you’re laying in bed, him with his head on your chest and your fingers in his hair.

And it goes both ways. He would be soooo loving and tender with you, looking after you every second you spent together, making sure you’re never uncomfortable by whispering in your ear asking how you’re doing, if you want to go somewhere else when you’re in loud places, and sneaking in a few cheeky jokes here and there to get you to laugh. He’d always be trying to make you laugh. 

People in his inner circle might have been a bit wary to a start since you’re a Slytherin - especially Fred - but they learn pretty quickly that you’re good to and for him and George would just be completely whipped for you. You could get him to do anything with one single smile - even his schoolwork, much to his own dismay. 

You’d make him very happy, keep him grounded and Molly would love you both in general and for providing at least one of her trickster-sons with some peacefulness. 

TWILIGHT

I ship you with Leah Clearwater!

Leah is, just like you, a very big homebody. She hates going out and socializing and the fact that you’re sensitive to loud noises gives her the perfect excuse to be able to get out of going to rowdy parties without being accused of being a bore by the boys.

Just like with Peter, you and Leah would also be able to relate to losses and broken-up families and I feel like you’d just provide each other the best kind of support. 

She’s generally kind of a quiet person, doesn’t really talk nor open up much to anyone, not even family, but I feel like she’d be a lot more open with you because I really think she’d be completely comfortable and not have to pretend to be someone she’s not. 

Sue would absolutely adore you for giving Leah an outlet like no one has succeeded in before, as would Sam and Emily because all they’ve ever wanted is to see Leah happy. 

Seth would just adore you in general from day one, but he’d especially love your cooking. Leah would probably have to pry the excited pup away from you every time you came over and most likely, knowing her, get a bit jealous if you spent too much time with her family because she’d want you to herself as much as she could - preferably every hour of the day. 

(I really hope you like these, that they were what you were looking for and I’m so sorry for your loss😔💔 I lost my brother, too, three years ago so if you ever need to talk, I’m only a message away. Lots of love💕)

[thaliatimsh]

So I saw your meme about the eucharist monologue, which I loved, but the possibility of George Hodgson being autistic has lived in my head rent free ever since I saw it. It fits his behaviors so well, and to this date has been one of the most galaxy brain takes I have ever seen. I was wondering, if you don't mind of course, explaining your take on it some. I would really appreciate it!

of course! I have to say it is.... mostly just a gut instinct based on my own experiences as an autistic person with variously autistic family members (but all falling under the bracket in ASD that used to be called Asperger’s so my view is coloured by that.) and... UH, I just... feel like I recognise.

(opens UnfinishedHodgsonEssayThree.doc)

okay I am once again REALLY BAD at explaining myself, but I guess what I mean is that I can see where every mental leap Hodgson makes comes from - that he is, at his core, a man who is extroverted and friendly, wants more to be *liked* than admired - but for whom social skills don’t come naturally, and other outcomes aren’t imagined.

We catch him time and again exposition/info dumping -

+’the xing mission came aboard’ from the alternate wardroom cut - an event he was PRESENT FOR but still tells like a rote fact

+’they say she talked up a storm until her father died’

+’the word diet -’

+intro to the Comanches Bit= ‘my mother’s cousin had a relation who married Texas man, moved to a territory town there called Victoria in ‘38′... ALL OF THIS UNNECESSARY PREAMBLE

making poorly-timed/not relateable/barely-relevant/professionally inappropriate jokes

+’now she’s ~~all silence~~” @ random AB

+’they must we waltzing with that bear after all’ re: a crisis

+’[frostbite is worse because] I play the clavier back home’ @ random Marine/ship’s boy/AB re: ‘sir there is a monster out here’

+’hear hear’ about the pudding that used up their fruit

+’when the ship sets sail, make sure you’re aboard’ @ a rando caulker’s mate

+’would that be rocks here, then?’ re: caribou tastes of what it eats

+’[the beard] can’t hurt where we’re going’ @ rando caulker’s mate (??) who’s just shown aSTONISHING disrespect

+’dis-moi ce que tu manges’ @ rando NOT-caulker’s mate-turned-Godkin re: man-eating monster

PLUS a few barely-relevant personal anecdotes told more to himself than anyone else (Comanches bit/American Ham/Eucharist Monologue) - and yeah, Ep8 and The Comanches Bit in particular are what cements my opinion, which, I mean, from the top:

Little & Hodgson charge into the tent and give this absolutely confident rundown of what happened, and then we watch the surety in Hodgson’s entire bearing leave as crozier, fitzjames & blanky take him off-script. He'd known what he was doing, because he'd taken the situation at face value -

'those dastardly natives committed unspeakable acts on lt irving and mr farr! I know so because mr hickey saw it! we retaliated!'

and crozier & fitzjames would finally go 'well done george, quick thinking.'

but they don't! There are other questions! questions he's not prepared for - questions that take processing time, questions he doesn't even seem to understand why they're being asked - he hadn't previously asked them because Mr Hickey Saw Dastardly Natives Cut Lt Irving's Cock And Balls Off - when Crozier says 'I want to see the bodies' and leaves Hodgson behind in the tent, he looks utterly baffled. He's missed something, clearly, but he has no clue what it is.

We know what he's asking Little, and we know it's unfair to even pose the question to another officer - I'm getting the sinking feeling that I've fucked up - did I do the right thing? would YOU have done what I did?

and he'd take ANY ANSWER to ANY of those questions, - you've done something terrible, you're going to hell - you were right, those dastardly natives had it coming - I don't know, but I'd probably have done the same thing - but instead gets Edward Little 'If that's what you thought at the time, then that's what you thought!' it's fucking MEANINGLESS and VAGUE, Edward, listen, do you even understand why I thought what I thought? I know all about Dastardly Natives, they'll kill women and children and they'll kill us too, do you understand, do you understand, are you understanding -

And then he understands, from one bit of seal meat, barely digested - you can almost see it happen in his mind’s eye, moving the little markers of the characters around, slotting the real story back together - he must have been alone with Mr Farr - but no-one’s interested in that. all they want to know is if he’ll confirm it, and of course he will. it’s the truth.

I know it’s very funny to say Hodgson’s bad at his job but until that entire debacle... he really wasn’t. Yes, he let EC in, but the fact that he had even the SLIGHTEST inkling that EC and Hickey weren’t the same, after a single meeting of a few minutes with the first, during which time he spent most of his time writing, a month apart from the previous - I???? All that scene does is show that Hodgson has a near-preternatural memory for faces (he greets Morfin by name before getting his papers) and a non-confrontational manner.

I’ve written at length about how I think Hodgson models the social standings between the men as something like school; Crozier’s Headmaster, and Fitzjames is his teacher, and Edward’s Head Boy, and he is a prefect who is going to keep the separation between student body and staff quiet. He isn’t a Captain - he’s a Lieutenant, a prefect, a fellow student who thinks he’s better than a fellow student because the Headmaster gave him power, and when he ends up with the Rowdy Boys Mutiny Crew there’s this explicit Othering that’s... let’s be real, fully schoolyard Weird-Kid Bullying - you sit on a barrel, you get a nice china plate, you get threatened by Des Voeux because Goodsir won’t cut up the dead guy -

I don’t know. I’m totally aware that this whole thing might sound insane and the problem with Readings of Media is that they're subjective... BUT

The show was careful about how it used the names (& therefore lasting immortal images) of the men on the ship’s roster - they were real people, with loved ones and lives, and they were victims of a disaster. The entire message of the show is that W. H. Auden line: We Must Love Each Other And Die. The only character who did Unforgivably Bad Things was swapped out for an OC out of respect for that, so building some bizarro conspiracy of Personal Evil around a character who seems to just be doing their best, though weirdly - is just plain rude, and insulting to the writing, frankly.

SO, as with every character in this show, it behooves you to give the benefit of the doubt - and the benefit of the doubt leads me to “Hodgson is autistic”

[r-ahh-mi]

Nice To Meet You

Pairing: (sorta) Dom!Rami Malek x fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual content (slight sub/dom references and masturbation) & swearing.

A/N: Had to google what omegele was but heeyyyyy (for those of you who also don’t know what it is, based on my google skills I think it’s like a chatroom, but with webcams???). Hope you enjoy xx

Permanent Tag List: @lovelymalekk @mezzomercury @sherlollydramoine @rami-malek-trash@amcquivey @malek-lover @rogers-wristbands @deacytits

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Being a stylist for the wealthy was a job you adored both because of the pay and because of all the clients you have got to work with thus far. On the other hand when the down time came about that’s when you really felt the quiet and stillness. For a portion of your day you were able to listen in on these conversations about lives that were much more elaborate and more noteworthy than your own; it was easy for you to lose yourself in the client's lives. That is until you headed home to your modest one bedroom apartment filled with silence which really only served as a bitter reminder of how different you would like your life to be.

It wasn’t that you were a total recluse, it was merely a matter of you and your friends being in different stages in your individual lives. Of course, now that you and your friends were in the age group of everyone getting married and starting families, it was difficult to pick up the phone and have a spontaneous night out with a friend, especially when those friends were busy with children and romantic partners... Thankfully, a few years ago you remembered hearing about this website that one of your college roommates would frequent when they were seeking some entertainment so you decided to give it a try. Fast forward to today, this website has become your Sunday night ritual as you comfortably situated yourself on your couch with a glass of white wine and your body covered up with a soft throw blanket. You were only slightly embarrassed that you had resorted to a webcam chatroom as a way to seek out some sort of socialization, but at least it was an outlet for you to not feel the loneliness at such a high intensity, plus, you would much rather be spending your time like this than at some sleazy bar filled with rowdy people.

After a couple (failed) attempts at conversation with a random stranger, your finger anxiously tapped on the side of your laptop as the website prompted you that it would shortly be connecting you with another random user. In the meantime, you worked to fix up your appearance as you  tried to maintain some stability out of your messy, tangled hair and face that was only adorned in a coat of mascara. However, before you could finish your primping, a tan face that was mainly covered up by shadows looked back at you from the screen. You realized you’d been caught fixing yourself up as the stranger gently chuckled a light hearted laugh, instantly making your cheeks grow a rosier shade.

For a minute you both just looked at your screens, studying the other and the background of whatever room or location either of you had set ourselves up in. Your eyes moved with the stranger as he moved to flick on a nearby lamp, instantly illuminating his face as you took in the beautiful man in front of you..well virtually in front of you. You were self conscious, so terribly self conscious and hoping that this man wanted nothing more than to hit the ‘end chat’ button so you wouldn’t have to revel in the embarrassment with this gorgeous creature.

“So I guess i’m going to get the first word in, huh?”

His voice was much deeper than you had imagined, but seeing as you had only known the guy for ten seconds, you weren’t even able to make a proper judgement of him, or at least not a fair one. Nevertheless, his voice only added to the natural smolder of his eyes and defined bones set in his cheeks - Who is this guy? He can’t be real.

“Not much of a talker? This may not be a good way for you to meet people then.” You thought his voice was deep, but the chuckle he added on to his last sentence was much, much deeper, but there wasn’t much time to analyze the depth of his vocal chords. You needed to severely get on top of scolding yourself for simply staring and thinking of him rather than actually speaking words to him and getting to know the friendly stranger who was clearly much better than you when it came to talking to people.

“Sorry..” Your voice drifted and you knew you sounded like a timid child which was odd for you. You weren’t the most confident person, but usually you had no issues talking to people, but there was just something about this man. Maybe it was his unexpected good looks; who knows.

“You’re fine. I can ask some questions if that’ll make you feel more comfortable.” You paired a nod with a friendly smile as you attempted to try to save this conversation that was already going down hill before it ever really began.

“Alright”, the stranger started, “What do you do for a living? Oh! and if anything is too personal, feel free to decline or leave the conversation all together. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You nodded and smiled again, even though you were sure words would’ve done much, much better, but your tongue seemed to forget it’s muscular purpose at that very moment.

“I’m a stylist.” Your voice was croaked as you cleared your throat in a nervous fashion.

“She speaks!” 

He was funny; of fucking course he was funny. Does anyone need to be that equally good looking and funny? Seems so unnecessary, but maybe you’re just bitter to be meeting such a rare creature, like himself, while, in your mind, you looked like a two on a one to ten scale

“So a stylist, yeah? Who do you dress..like celebrities?”

“Exactly”, you nodded. “I dress all the rich people on TV.”

He nodded and smiled with the smallest bit of hesitancy. “Who's the best and worst clients you’ve ever worked with?”

Of course you could list the two people off the top of your head, but this job was much too high profile for you to be throwing names around and not expect to end up in you losing a client, or worse, your job.

“Now I would tell you..”

“Yes, yes. Go on”, He was anxiously awaiting my answer in a very boyish manor - god he’s cute.

“...but if I did, then I could be out of a job so that will have to stay with me.”

He quirked his eyebrow, “I guess that’s fair.”

“Your turn!” you said almost sporadically, surprising even yourself at your moment of sheer boldness. This stranger was barely working to make me feel comfortable and here you were feeling, ashamedly, very comfy and willing to socialize with this person.

“My turn?”

“Yeah, your turn. Tell me what you do for a living.”

His rather large eyes seemed to bug out even more as he nervously licked his lips before tucking the bottom pout behind his teeth.

“Uhm..”

“Oh, don’t tell me. You’re a porn star aren’t you?”

He clasped his hands together as he threw his head back in a massive fit of laughter. “How’d you know?!”

You shrugged, “I'm an A+ guesser.”

“Are you now? Actually, you’re not too far off-”

“Oh god. You ARE a porn star aren’t you?”

The stranger was mid sip of water as he waved his hand in front of the camera, “No, no - I'm an actor and before you ask, not an adult film star, just your regular, average, plain, old actor.”

“Damn it. I was really hoping you were a porn star.” Although your tone was joking, you were extremely intrigued by this man's career choice and couldn’t help but want to hear more about it. However, the stranger interrupted your train of thought before you could ask any serious questions about his line of work.

“Why do you say that?”

“Say what?”

“Why do you wish I was a porn star? Are you like everyone else on this site?”

You couldn’t help but attempt to hide the blush of your cheeks behind your palms as you pressed them firmly against the skin of your face. “You mean a horn ball dying to get off? Sadly, it’s only partially true.”

“Partially?” He quirked his eyebrow in a very playful yet curious expression.

“Oh please.” You teased as you took a quick sip of your wine, almost knocking it over as you sat it back down onto the coffee table.

“Playing shy now?”

You shrugged your shoulders shyly, moving your eyes away from the screen as they now rested on your hands that were sat relaxed on top of the keyboard.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“I don’t know, can you?” You pressed further, loving the way his facial features contorted just as he was about to break out into soft laughter.

“May I?”

“May you what?” 

He huffed, this time breaking out into a tiny fit of giggles as he let the palms of his hands run down his cheeks until they landed in front of him, one crossing over the other as he rested his chin on his arms.

“Alright, alright. Ask me whatever you want.”

“Thank you,'' he replied softly as he brought his head back up again so he sat with proper posture. 

“So, what brings you here tonight?”

You nibbled your lip nervously, “I suppose I just needed something to fill the void.”

You knew your eyes  had drifted away from the screen and flown to the nearest item you could let your focus remain on, a nervous habit that has always stuck with you in situations that tested your comfort zone.

“I’m going to assume you are here for the same reason?”

He bounced his eyes back and forth to match his moving head as his tousle of curls followed his movements. “Something like that.”

You paused and looked at him quizzically. His words were mysterious, yet obviously hinting that he wasn’t here simply to just chat, but then what was he here to do?

“Can I be honest with you?”

You nearly jumped out of your comfy pajamas at his shift in tone of voice which was much more serious now. “Of course you can. I’m--uh--all ears.”

His eyes remained glued to yours as if there wasn’t a laptop computer and who even knows how many miles stood between the both of you. The eeriest part was his stare. It wasn’t much like the ones you had both exchanged before. This one was much darker; there was something there that you couldn’t quite pinpoint no matter how much you squint your own eyes to attempt to figure that out.

“I came here looking for someone to have some... fun with.”

Your lungs felt as though they plummeted towards your stomach as you tried to take in one full breath, but the sound of his words were making that part a little difficult. You couldn’t help but question his words.

“...and by fun you mean?”

He smiled hesitantly then sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, “I think you know what I'm talking about.”

You did. You one-hundred percent, very well knew exactly what he was hinting at..just like anyone else on this sight, he wasn’t merely looking for someone to chat with, he was looking for something that was a little less innocent than that.

“So..what does that have to do with me then?”

He shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes, “I mean I would like your consent to...”, his mouth formed into a cocky smile as the tip of his tongue poked through his cheek, “...have fun with you. If that sounds like something you’d be in to.”

His words hit you like a strong gust of wind, nearly knocking the wind out of you as you sat there, mouth agape with both amusing and confusing thoughts running through your head. You were finding it hard to believe that someone like him was really interested in doing what you were sure he was talking about, but you also didn’t want to assume that he wanted to well, to put it bluntly, fuck over webcam

“Of course I would be!” You voice was exuding over excitement, making you slightly cower back.

He chuckled a few minutes before his hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it effortlessly over his head as he now sat with his tan chest naked for your eyes to devour. You couldn’t help but wonder how he would feel underneath your palms as you racked them up and down the smooth indents from his pectoral muscles. How he’d flinch as your hands dragged lower and lower until they were at the top of his jeans.

“Your turn.”

You were nervous as you began to lift your shirt over my head, hesitating slightly as you began to second guess yourself. Your body was less than colossal and you didn’t want to disappoint this person who was very, very attractive and clearly worthy of seeing a body that was up to his level of “hotness”.  As if reading your mind, he moved his face closer to his computer, propping his chin up on his knuckles as he watched you in an almost hypnotic state.

“Let me see you sweetheart.” His voice was husky and smooth as he encouraged you to lift the fabric up and over my head. 

Your hair seemed to get messy from the movements as you attempted to smooth the hairs back down, causing the handsome stranger to laugh slightly, but still keep his eyes focused on you.

“Is it okay if I tell you what to do?”

You couldn’t nod fast enough, which caused him to grin yet again with those pearly whites as he nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Show me those panties.”

You felt your stomach flex solely from his words as you quickly stood up from your seated position, leaving your waist completely at his eye level. You pulled the thin shorts down your legs, making the stranger let out a faint ‘mmm’ of a hum as he took in the newly visible red lace that covered your pubic area, leaving just enough to the imagination for the stranger to take in and appreciate.

“Turn around for me sweetie.” His voice was much deeper as he started leaning his entire body backwards into the chair while I slowly began spinning my body around until I was no longer facing him.

“Fuck, you have a beautiful ass.”

I turned back around, checking that this in fact was not a dream or some sort of sick joke and the eyeful I got was enough to confirm to me that he was indeed completely serious and deeply aroused by me. The stranger had moved his palm to his groin area as he gently palmed his visible bulge all the while keeping his eyes on me.

“Tell me if I make you uncomfortable okay? I want you to enjoy this just as much as me.”

“Trust me”, I paused briefly to admire the way he was pleasuring himself, “I’m comfortable with a lot of things.” 

He smirked, watching me as I turned back around so I was facing him, letting my elbows rest near where my laptop was resting, giving the stranger a good eyeful of my cleavage which I may or may not have done purposefully.

“Good...now, take off that bra of yours please.”

I blushed as I smiled timidly while lifting my hands slowly to my back until they came in contact with the cold metal as. Quickly. My fingers worked to unhook the hooks as I felt the material that was previously wrapped snugly around my chest begin to loosen, but not totally fall from my body just yet.

“Are we being shy?” I shrugged teasingly, keeping my eyes away from my computer screen as one of my bra straps started to drift further and further down my arm, unbeknownst to me, showing off the very top of my breast.

“Or are we being a tease?” His eyes were squinted with arousal as I answered him with yet another shrug while his hand subtly slipped underneath the fabric of his boxer briefs.

I watched on as he began slowly toying with himself, making my mouth naturally fall slightly open as I watched him, quite entranced.

“I can be a bit of a tease sometimes.” My tone of voice had shifted completely, making me slightly shocked how my body naturally went from it’s normal tone to one that was higher pitched and almost sounding like the soft, but erotic voices of those female actresses from old movies.

“I do like a good tease, but right now I want to see those tits baby.”

Without hesitation, I let my arms fall to my sides, allowing the straps to completely fall off of my arms and down onto the floor as I let my bare chest hit the cold air of my apartment.

The stranger licked his lips as his eyes glanced down to my chest.  “Can you touch them for me?”

I allowed my palm to fully grasp my breasts in each of my hands as I began kneading them gently, making my head roll back and my eyes close as I began to indulge in the pleasure I was bringing upon myself.

“If I were with you right now, I’d have my mouth all over them. Licking, sucking, biting, making your body wiggle with pleasure. Would you like that?”

My headed nodded quickly as I let out a small whine while I continued massaging my chest until eventually my fingers grazed down to pinch one of my nipples, making me bite my lip and exhale loudly through my nose.

“Does that feel good?” 

I nodded, but that reply didn’t seem good enough for him.

“Use your words dear. Tell me, does that feel good?”

I began to nod again, just before catching myself. “Yes, yes that feels really good.”

The stranger chuckled, “You catch on quick just like the good girl I knew you were.”

Suddenly, I became aware of just how aroused I was as the wetness between my legs began to seep through my panties, making me physically feel my arousal as it kissed my thighs.

“Do I get to see more of you?”

The stranger immediately ceased his hand movement as he pulled his veiny looking arm away from underneath the black material of his briefs. “Is that what you want?”

“Of course it’s what I want, that’s why I asked.”

He pursed his lips, “Sassy, huh?”

“My reply wouldn’t have to be sassy if you wouldn’t ask such stupid questions.”

Suddenly his face began to shift as his cheeks began to heat up to a reddish hue and his nostrils flaring ever so slightly as he huffed deep breaths.  “Fine, I'll get my cock out, just like my little slut wants.”

A shiver passed through my body at his harsh and much less friendly tone as I watched him stand up to, letting me fully be able to appreciate his shirtless physique as my eyes traced down the veins and marks and muscles and the v shaped indents of his hip bones; god I could go on and bore you with copious more details.

My attention drew back to his hands as he hooked his thick thumbs under the waistband of his underwear, moving the fabric down until his hard, thick cock sprung out from under the draped material. My mouth watered just thinking of how beautiful his shaft looked as it swelled with arousal as drops of precum made his tip especially shiny looking.

“Is this what you want?,” He smirked, noticing my loss for words as my mind wandered to how good he would taste was I able to properly please him with my mouth.

I playfully shrugged, “Not bad.”

“Not bad? That’s it?”

I giggled, noticing how much he genuinely took my teasing words to heart. “You’re gorgeous, now calm down Mr. big shot actor.”

“Oh, I see how it is.” The stranger took a seat back in his chair, legs spread, cock still glistening with his own arousal, and a smirk on his face. He looked terribly cocky like he knew exactly how much I wanted him right now and how appetizing I truly thought he was.

“Now I showed you what I look like naked..think it’s only fair if I get to see you now, don’t you think?”

My mind fell into a slight panic for a reason I wasn’t too sure of. I’d already stripped myself down to just my knickers, why should I be afraid to discard the last remaining piece of thin material from my body? This stranger was kind enough and was clearly aroused by what he had seen so far, plus, it wasn’t as if he was being a total creep, in fact he was being anything but.

To assist me in my moment of courage, I took the last sip of my glass of wine, earning a small laugh from the other end of my computer. “You’re beautiful, please don’t be nervous.”

The reassuring words from the stranger definitely eased my nerves, and made me blush profusely as I gave him a weak smile and moved the lace fabric down my hips until they reached my ankles where I kicked them to who knows where.

“Jesus.” His words came out breathless as he watched my every move as I teetered my body weight, shifting nervously from my left to my right. 

“Now what?”

“Eager are we? I just got you naked and you’re already eager to move on; let me enjoy the sight of you for a second please.”

He smirked as he rested his hands on the tops of his thighs, his cock had deflated ever so slightly, but it was still visible that he was turned on. “How about you touch yourself for me.”

Quickly, I let my hand fall to my thighs as I slowly started parting them. 

“You really are eager aren’t you?”

“Huh?” I asked, stopping my hands movements.

“How about you tease yourself first. Think you can do that for me?”

I moved my hands back so they rested on either side of my body, feeling the soft material of the couch on my fingertips. “I can definitely do that.”

He smirked, “Close your eyes and listen to my words, okay?”

“Okay”, I nodded.

The stranger took a deep breath as he gave his first round of instructions. “Start with your hands caressing your collarbones. Gently gliding those fingertips over the skin, feeling the softness as you slowly move your fingers down towards your breasts. Touch them, I know you want to.”

I obeyed his every word, moving my hands from my collar to my bare breasts, feeling my skin tingle with every word and movement he told me to make. With my eyes shut, I could almost picture it was his larger hands giving me such intimate touches and caresses, making goosebumps appear all over my arms as my hands began once again kneading at each of my breasts.

“Does that feel nice?”

I hummed a ‘mmhmm’ as my eyes instinctively closed while I allowed the pleasure to fully take over my actions.

The slickness between my legs was growing by the minute (or rather by each word he spoke) as my fingers danced there way to each of my breasts, letting the much stronger electric feeling take over my body in complete pleasure as I let my fingers pinch at my nipples, giving the pink velvety soft knubs twist and turns that made me writhe and moan.

“That’s it, just like that--how about you move your hand down towards your stomach now.”

Keeping my eyes closed, I obeyed him immediately as my fingers waltzed down my ribs until they reached my belly button. Soon his soothing yet stern voice was in my ear again.

“Imagine my hands are on you, moving along the curve of your body and gently squeezing your middle--fuck, you have no idea how much I wish I was touching you right now.”

I peered my eyes open as my hands loved on my curves, catching a glimpse of the lustful eyes of the man opposite me on my laptop screen as he kept his hands on either side of him, gripping the leather fabric of the chair tightly as if he was holding himself back from touching himself. He smiled so slightly as his eyes moved away from my direct contact so he could, I assume, continue watching my hands as they moved across my naked body for him. 

“Now, move down to your thighs. Let’s do the tops of them first; squeeze them in your hands roughly, but not too rough for me baby.”

I don’t hesitate or second guess, in fact i’m more so overjoyed that I'm finally getting some friction in the general area of where I want it the most. Slightly, I spread my legs apart which draws a deep moan from the stranger on the other end of my laptop, I smile as I am very, very aware of why that noise must’ve come out of his lips as I dip my hands down my body to my thighs, giving one of them a gentle squeeze while I caress the other gently.

“Wish I could taste you right now.” The strangers voice was just barely over a whisper.

“Do you now... and what do you think I taste like.” 

I watched as the man's hands twitched beside him just before he rested his palm on his lower stomach where i’m sure it was waiting in agony to give in and touch the skin of his flaming red tip that was standing at complete attention.

“Sweet, so fucking sweet like a freshly picked fruit.” My hands continued loving on the dainty skin of my thighs as the stranger hummed a few more ‘mmm’ sounds while I smiled and reveled in the confidence he was making me gain.

“You’re making me so wet,” I boldly whined out while giving my inner thighs a squeeze--true, I hadn’t been told yet to touch myself there, but with a mouth like him full of vulgar words and phrases, I don’t think the aching in my belly would allow me to not seek out some sort of friction or relief.

“Show me.”

Suddenly my prior bashful ways were beginning to disintegrate with every reaction the stranger gave me anytime I touched myself or said anything remotely provocative and, in a moment of confidence, in the most unladylike way possible, I parted my legs fully and gave him the view he requested.

He sucked in a loud harsh breathe and he bit down incredibly hard onto his blood, surely tasting the small amount of blood that he had drawn in the process. “God damn you’re soaked.”

“Told you so.” I bit my lip and rested the back of my neck against the couch, still keeping up the raking of my fingernails against my thighs.

“Can I touch myself yet?”

The man smirked, “Eager?”

“Of course I am. You’ve been making me tease myself for forever.”

He let out a chuckle as his eyes seemed to zone out for a millisecond as he thought about my request.

“Think you deserve it?” He raised his eyebrow in a cocky manor as his jaw seemed to tense up, making his bone structure that much more prominent.

“Of course I do; I've been obeying your every word haven’t I? Besides, I know you want to watch me do it.” I gave one last squeeze to my thighs before I boldly moved my hand to the lower lips set between my legs, letting my pointer finger trace my slit as my arousal began to coat my finger as I begged the man. “Please.”

He remained silent, switching glances between my hand movements and my eyes as I continued to coax him. “I’m sure the aching in your cock could use some tending to as well. I just want to help you with it.”

He scoffed, “Oh, is that all you want? Could’ve fooled me. You seem like a girl who's just dying to get herself off in front of me.”

“So what if I am?,” I shrugged, allowing my finger to dip slightly between my folds, making me draw in a sharp hissing breath as I watched the stranger mumble some incoherent words under his breath.

“Fine,” he groaned, his eyes now completely trained on the still hand rested between my legs.

Not a second after I was granted permission, I fully plunged my finger between my folds, allowing my eyes to close and feeling how truly wet I was for the first time.

“Don’t touch your clit--not yet.”

I whined, but obeyed him as I dragged my finger down to my opening, allowing one of my fingers to sink into me as a loud moan rolled off my tongue. I heard the stranger groan, making me open my eyes to see him slowly moving his hand around his shaft which looked hot to the touch. His eyes bore eagerly into mine.

“Feel good?,” I questioned even though just by the look of him I knew he was already feeling better than good.

“Mmm--mhm,” he mumbled as I smiled, letting the confidence fill me up knowing that I was making him feel so good just by pleasuring myself.

“Can I add ano--another finger?”

He nodded and I didn’t skip a beat before plunging the two digits inside of myself, letting out a low groan in the process as my hips rolled into my touch.

“You like that huh? Your two fingers buried deep inside you as you think about me.”

I nodded eagerly, but before I could agree too much the stranger began to further assault me with his words.

“My cock would feel so much better baby--filling you up and stretching that tight pussy out. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” His teeth were harshly biting down against his top and bottom row as he began taking long strokes of his cock, but making sure not to pump too quickly in fear that he’d cum much too soon.

My hand soon found one of my breasts as I began to squeeze it while still moving my fingers inside of myself at a nice rhythm. The stranger seemed to match my pace as he began stroking his cock at the same speed. I could almost feel his hot shaft in me as my fingers curled upwards while my thumb came to my clit, putting just enough pressure on it for my legs to jolt slightly from the sensitive nerves being stimulated.

“Think you can do one more finger for me?” The strangers request was breathy and nearly moaned out as I plunged another digit inside of me, feeling the stretch and pleasure in my walls.

“Now fuck yourself for me babe. Show me how bad you want my cock.” As he clenched out the words from between his lips, his hand began pumping his cock at a faster rate and he never took his eyes off of me. I matched his pace again and stared as he began to give into the pleasure; his facial expressions making that clear while his brow furrowed and the pigment on his face becoming increasingly more red tinted.

I switched between imagining that his hand was my hand pumping his girth up and down and occasionally swirling my tongue around his tip so I could taste him properly. On the other hand, I was also imagining that my fingers were his cock that was slicking out of me and then slamming right back in. My hand would be reaching up to the headboard to steady my body as he fucked me relentlessly with one of my legs thrown over his shoulder. His eyes would be boring into mine with intensity, just as he was doing on my computer screen right now.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about”

“I’m thinking about you--you inside m--me.” At this point I could feel the bubbling in my belly as the pleasure was beginning to become stronger and stronger.

“Mhmm, and how does it feel baby?”

“Good--mmmm--so fucking good. Fuck, i’m close.”

My words were soft and whiny as the stranger let out a throaty moan, “Yeah baby, cum for me. Pretend i’m fucking you just as fast as those pretty fingers are pumping inside of you.”

It didn’t take long for my orgasm to rush over me, making my pulse thump roughly throughout my entire body as the massive wave of pleasure coursed through me like an electric shock. Just as I was beginning to come down from my high, I heard the strangled moans of the stranger on the screen opposite me as he pumped his cock as fast as he could while small spurts of cum splashed onto his happy trail. Just the sight of it could make me want to go for another round as I watched him till his hand stilled and he let out a loud, happy sigh as his body relaxed completely back into the chair he was sitting in.

I laughed and stuck my three fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them and being sure to clean them off completely.

He laughed as he ran a hand through his hair with his eyes watching me intently. “God, that’s enough to get me hard again.” 

“I mean I'm up for it if you are,” I joked as we both started laughing together as the silence began to creep into our conversation.

I knew that this was usually the part when people said their goodbyes, but for some reason I didn’t want to and I was dreading for him to say his parting words. Although we hadn’t known each other for more than an hour, he was comforting and he made me feel good, not just physically, but mentally. He made me feel beautiful.

Just then the man let out a loud yawn as he moved his hand in front of his mouth.

“As much as I don’t want to let you go,” He let out another yawn mixed with a laugh, “I think I should probably head to bed. I have a busy day tomorrow.”

I nodded solemnly as I glanced at the clock, now seeing that we had been talking to each other for around three hours now which meant it was far, far into the evening, or technically the wee hours of the morning.

“Thank you for the good time. I really enjoyed talking to you.”

“Oh just the talking part right? I’m sure that was your favorite,” I joked as the stranger broke out into a tired, small laugh just before pursing his lips into a genuine and content smile. 

“Yeah seeing you naked was an exceptional bonus, but I still genuinely loved getting to meet you.”

“I did too,'' I said quietly, resting my chin on my knuckles as I watched his tired, puppy dog eyes blink slowly.

“Goodnight, uh…”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. I like that,” his speech was beginning to get raspier and raspier as the exhaustion from his day began taking a toll on him.

“Goodnight..”

“Rami.”

“Rami. Goodnight Rami.”

And just before our computer screens went black, the stranger waved a small hand at me as he whispered ‘goodnight’ yet again. I could still feel the heat from my cheeks as I scampered off to bed that night with my body sprawled out along the covers.

-

“Your client will be in shortly Y/N.”

 I nodded slowly out of pure annoyance. Not that it was irregular for my clients to show up late, it was just that I was incredibly exhausted from last night's “activities” with a handsome stranger that had kept me up for far too long, so any little thing was setting off my less than patient attitude today.

Only a few minutes later and I could hear a couple voices as they instructed someone on the agenda and why exactly they were here today. I could only assume it was my client and their entourage.

Quickly, I began to wrap up the email I was typing out on my phone just before a deep voice cleared their throat, making me look up at them and insist they give me a short minute or two to finish a work email. However, the figure I saw standing before me was enough to make me drop my phone out of my hands. 

It was him. The guy from last night who was previously only an image on my computer screen and now here he was, in the flesh, standing a couple feet away from me.

He had a confident smirk on his face while I, on the other hand, probably had a jaw dropping to the floor as I grazed my eyes over this human being that was somehow even more attractive in person.

“Hi, I’m Rami”, the stranger--er Rami-- extended their hand out for me to shake which I took willingly.

Our hands stay clenched together for a few seconds longer than what would've been normal for me and a new client to engage in, however this wasn’t just any client. He did say he was an actor, but I had just assumed he was an ‘actor in progress’ and working his way up, not that he was an actor who I was preparing to dress for the Academy Awards.

“Nice to meet you Rami.”

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1. What kind of textures do you enjoy most in your food? Crunchy, crispy, soft, hard, grainy, slimy, etc? I love chewing on any meal that involves rice. Born and raised with it, can’t feel full without it. I’ll give a special mention to slimy too, because I love seafood.

2. Do you keep up any seasonal decorations outside of their season? No. My mom removes our Christmas decor by late January, which is when Christmas season ends here. We don’t decorate for other holidays.

3. Can you remember the most awkward situation you've ever been in? What happened? Ugh god. Any time I’m left alone with Gab’s dad is bound to be awkward because he’s very quiet and stoic and I tend to be a vibrant, cheery people-pleaser and nothing I do will muster more than two words out of him...but our most awkward moment has to be when I was at their place and he had to leave to run some errands. I stood up and walked over to give him a hug, but for some reason the floor was slippery and I started to do the world’s clumsiest and longest stumble. As an instinct, I held on to his arm and shirt so that I wouldn’t fall flat on my face. It was terrible and nothing I could’ve done or said would’ve saved that situation. EUGH I’m wincing right now lmao

4. Can you remember the most scary situation you've ever been in? What happened? [trigger warning] Would have to be the time when my grandfather got too drunk off his ass that he physically assaulted one of my cousins, then a toddler. My aunt (cousin’s mom) is a little on the delicate and petite side and couldn’t do anything to confront my grandpa, who went on his rage for like 10, 15 minutes. Certainly felt like forever. Nothing has traumatized me more and that’s saying a lot, considering it’s been 13 years and I’ve been through tons of shitty situations.

5. Do you do anything unusual to help you concentrate? It’s not very weird but I did install an extension on my browser that would let me list certain sites (usually social media) I’d want blocked whenever I have work. I suppose not everyone has that kind of program so it kinda counts as unusual.

6. Do you ever wonder what your parents were like as children/teenagers? With my dad, yes. My mom tells me enough stories. I know her family hit a rough patch when she was a teenager and they had to sell a bunch of their stuff, including a grand piano. She went from living a comfortable life to having to skip meals in college because she only had enough money for her daily commute.

7. Do you think suicide is ever "okay?" Groan, this is so triggering. I’m not elaborating on this, soz.

8. Would you rather a close family member/close friend/significant other die of suicide or murder? Why is this? “>> I think having to deal with a murder investigation would be terribly messy and intrusive, and would add more trauma on top of what I’m already dealing with.” < All of this. You don’t always get closure with murders, too. And I would hate that.

9. In your opinion, what is the worst thing someone could ever do? Raping an infant is definitely up there for me.

10. In your opinion, what is the best thing someone could ever do? Be a positive change or impact in someone’s life. Idk, I’m easy to please.

11. Do you think about any fellow xangans outside of xanga? I’ll change the context of this question to Tumblr so I can answer it. And yes I do, sometimes. Not in a creepy way or anything; it usually happens when I encounter something in real life that I know another survey-taker likes.

12. What military installation is the closest to you? Fort Bonifacio.

13. Do you still open your windows during winter? We don’t get winter but yeah, December is the best time to leave the windows open throughout the night. It’s also a great time to be able to save on electricity haha

14. How cold is too cold? How hot is too hot? I’ve lived in a tropical country all my life so I’m a big-ass wimp when it comes to the cold, even though I love it more. I start shivering at around 23ºC. Too hot is anything reaching the 40s.

15. Would you rather lose both legs or both arms? Why? Legs. I use my hands a lot more, so it would be slightly more difficult if I suddenly had to move about without them.

16. If you committed a crime that landed you in prison for the rest of your life, but were given the option to receive the death sentence instead, which would you choose? Why? Death. I get to have the infamous ~last meal~. Lol in all seriousness though, I’d pick it because it would be a quick release for me, I guess. It’s a big reason why I’m not a fan of death penalty...it’s too easy an escape for criminals who deserve a lot worse.

17. Is there any specific album you can listen to in its entirety and enjoy every single song? After Laughter - Paramore

18. Would you rather be a famous movie star, television star, or musician? I don’t have talents that would make me succeed in any of these fields...I guess it’d be fun to be a movie star though.

19. If you are not religious, have you ever eaten dinner with a group of people that were and said grace before eating? How was this for you? If you are religious and say grace before dinner, have you ever eaten dinner with a group of people that weren't and didn't say grace before eating? How was this for you? Yes. I’m from a Catholic family, so we pray before every meal. I do a sign of the cross but barely, just so my mom sees I move my hands when we start the prayer; but I haven’t recited grace since I told myself I was going to be atheist.

20. Do you think an evil Santa or an evil Easter Bunny would make a better villain in a horror movie? I’d go with Evil Santa mostly because I have no attachment to the Easter Bunny whatsoever, and because it’d be hilarious to see a man with reindeer be mean.

21. Did you ever think any fictional story-book character was creepy as a child? Do you still think any of them are creepy? Yes. That girl who wears a ribbon around her neck still gives me the fucking creeps.

22. Would you rather wear nothing but white or nothing but black? Is there any color you'd actually want to wear head-to-toe? Black. I’ve done that many times, so it wouldn’t feel weird.

23. What physical/mental health problems run in your family? Do you have any of the same problems? I’m almost certain there are underlying issues on my mom’s side but seeing as none of us have ever gotten ourselves checked (and most of them don’t believe in mental health problems anyway) I doubt I’ll ever find out what exactly’s wrong.

24. What is your mental and physical health like right now? They are both doing surprisingly well considering how long I’ve had to stay home and how much everything has turned upside down. I’ve only had two bad breakdown in four months and I’ve since recovered from that nasty fever I got, so I can’t complain.

25. If you found a suitcase (with no information about the owner) with a million dollars inside of it , would you turn it into the police or keep it? Be honest. ;] “>> See, a million dollars is an exorbitant sum. There is no way I could just casually make off with a missing million and not suffer repercussions. It's just too much goddamn money, and in this particular scenario, it's highly likely that it's a trap of some sort (whether set for me, or set for someone else and my dumb ass just happened to stumble across it). I'm not dumb enough to try it.

Neither would I necessarily want to turn it in, because that might cause me to get involved in something I didn't want or need to be involved in. The most logical course of action for me would be to leave it the fuck alone.” < Yeup.

26. Would you rather gaze at the stars or clouds? Stars. The fact that they’re so much farther away makes them more fascinating to me.

27. Are they any foods you used to enjoy but no longer like? Are there any foods you used to dislike but now enjoy? There’s a certain brand of frozen sisig that I used to looooove and would have multiple servings of every time I had it. But I had it one too many times and now I can’t even stand the smell of it. On the other hand, I hated chicken curry as a kid, but I can’t get enough of it now.

28. Do you feel much older or younger than you are? Why? Neither. I just feel 22.

29. Did you get along with kids that were older or younger than you? I mostly got along with kids of the same age. I found younger kids too rowdy and being around older kids always felt intimidating.

30. Do you know any magic tricks? Nopes.

31. How much would life suck for you if you had a wheat allergy? A lot.

32. Are you able to watch gory scenes in movies? Why or why not? For sure. I always want to see how far FX artists can go; and if used correctly, gory scenes can be super integral to the movie. Midsommar is a really good example.

33. Do you constantly check the time? Does time seem to move quickly or slowly for you? Not anymore. I used to check it a lot while I was still in school. Sigh, I miss that life so much. Anyway, time definitely felt slower during the first few weeks of the lockdown, but now that I’m used to it days just fly by. I can hardly believe we’re nearly in the middle of July. So much of this year has been wasted. It’s miserable.

34. Would you rather live in a nice house in a bad location, or a less-than-nice house in a great location? I’m taking the great location. I don’t know if I can last living in a shady area, no matter how beautiful my house is.

35. Have you ever been a witness to a horrible crime? What happened? Domestic violence is the worst thing I can think of. I enumerated one of them in one of the earlier questions, but I witnessed several other cases as a kid.

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Car Share-Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

(GIF credit to @cast-away-my-doubt)

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Summary: (requested by anonymous): ‘dimitri mitropoulos imagine? How about reader goes to the bull head and sees what he’s done and said to Lauren and since he’s so drunk and around friends so he keeps up his macho hedonist front that sparks a fight? He try’s (or does) get reader back? I love your work!!’

Characters: Dimitri Mitropoulos x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: swearing, verbal abuse to women, some physical too, mention of drugs, mention of sexual acts

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“(Y/N), thank you so much for this, you really didn’t have to give me a lift.” Lauren said as I parked up at the Bull’s Head.

“It’s fine. Miles needs your help and he’s my friend too.” I smiled at her.

“You can go back to the uni, we’ll get a taxi back. Lauren, it’s absolutely fine. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, it’s going to cost you loads to get back this time of night.”

“OK, I’ll be back in a bit.”

She got out of the car, smoothing down her dress before hastily walking inside. It was a very strange text for her to recieve, especially from Miles. But he was with his little club, he was probably pissed and wanted an easy way home. I wished that he hadn’t joined them, he wasn’t the type of guy they usually took in. However, I couldn’t be a hypocrite to myself; I may have not liked what the club did, but there was one particular member who I somehow couldn’t hate.

Dimitri Mitropoulos, the stunning Greek that I had the pleasure of sitting next to in many lectures. Like his friends, he was charming, charismatic, and surprisingly nice to me. As awkward as it was to say, my family were rich, though definitely not the richest at the university. I had assumed Dimitri would look down on me like they did everyone else, so I was shocked when we held a conversation throughout the whole lecture instead of listening to our professor. We had even been on a couple of dates, though nothing was official yet. Though many had commented on that, wondering just as much as I was; he hadn’t thrown me away like the other girls he ‘dated’, but some doubt still crept in now and then.

I scrolled through all my social media on my phone as I waited, checking the time every so often. I realised quite a lot of time had passed since Lauren left, and they’re was a strange feeling in my stomach. It wouldn’t hurt to check on her, I knew the guys anyway. As I got out of the car and into the pub, I was surprised with how small it was, not a place I would find the Riot Club. They’re were mostly old people and a big family, no young people besides us. I remembered that they had mentioned the back room being privately rented to them, heading there quickly. But before I entered, I heard their voices, and what I heard made me stop.

“How would you like to make three hundred pounds tonight?”

There were hushed giggles from the boys as Lauren questioned him. as did I from outside.

“You see, we had this lady friend, um....the landlord sent her away.”

There was an objection from Miles before Lauren silenced him.“What sort of lady friend?”

There were different voices shouting out by now.“Service industry, just a few blowjobs!”

Miles spoke out again.“OK, that’s my girlfriend, could you please stop!”

“OK, sorry, sorry!” I realised that it was Alistair.“I didn’t realise that you two were exclusive. What was it you said earlier? Girls for now, girls for later?”

MY mouth opened in shock at Miles’ words. How could he say a thing like that?! I was denying how the club was going to effect him, that he wouldn’t turn out like the rest, but there he was, talking about women like they were nothing. He started to defend himself, though no one was backing him up. I was about to barge in when Dimitri’s voice rang out; was he going to calm the situation down?

“Chaps, chaps!” everyone quietened down.“I think that’s a bit insulting to Lauren actually.”

I left out a sigh of relief.

“Three hundred quid? No, no, no, surely it should be something that actually makes a difference?”

What was happening?

“Like, um....twenty-seven grand? That’s three years tuition fees, just for a few blowjobs.”

That was it. 

I threw the doors open dramatically, eyes wide like a maniac as they landed on Dimitri. He looked scared, as did everybody else, though for different reasons. 

The table was scattered with empty bottles of wine and champagne, as well as the glasses they were poured into. Bowls of pudding were also amongst the mess, none of them eaten. The boys looked drunk, were acting drunk, and from the look of their eyes, they had taken something else that night too.

“Oh, fuck, who’s this?” one shouted out.

“It’s (Y/N)! Oh, it’s Dimitri’s piece!” Guy slurred.

“(Y/N),” Dimitri hastily stood up, almost knocking his chair over,“what-”

“I gave Lauren a lift. We assumed Miles would be pissed and she would need help getting him home.” I snapped.“How dare you say those things to Lauren, who do you think you all are?”

“Oh enough with the theatrics.” Alistair whined as he smoked.

“Miles,” Lauren caught his attention,“well?”

“I-I mean it’s your choice.”

Oh for fucks sake.

“It’s my choice?”

“No, what I meant was, it’s a lot of money-”

“She’s not a prostitute Miles!” I interrupted.“You can get home by yourself, come on Lauren.”

“(Y/N), just shut up, let the couple...or not couple have their moment.” Dimitri waved his hand dismissively at me. 

I scowled at him.“You’re all drunk, and I’m expecting drugs to be involved. We’ll go and you can go back to your little party.”

“Little party? Do you know how much we’re spending here tonight?”

“Do I look like I give a shit?”

“Oh here she goes, pretending like she doesn’t care!”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s all you ever do is pretend. Pretend that I’m not in the club, pretend I don’t do things like this with the lads, pretend that I actually care about you!”

I could feel my tough exterior fading away.

“God, it’s pathetic. I’m in the fucking Riot Club! I don’t have relationships, I just fuck whoever I want to! Don't they say that the truth comes out when you're drunk? Especially when you're shitfaced." he giggled as he lost his balance.

"What are you saying?"

"Do you really think this...whatever the hell we're doing was serious? I needed someone to do the work for me, the fucking was an added bonus."

"You're an arsehole, how dare you speak to me like that, and Lauren?! We're people, women are people! And I know you're just acting macho to try and impress your friends, act like you don't have feelings."

"(Y/N), stop trying to justify this. He fucked you, then fucked you over. Leave while you still have some dignity left." Alistair frowned at me.

"You want to talk to me about dignity? Look what you've done to this place! You have no respect for others, as we just witnessed, and you're all acting like a bunch of arrogant twats."

"What's wrong girls? You think you're better than us?" Ed said from behind us. He and Harry were blocking the doors, my heart rate accelerating as I thought about what they could do to us.

I turned around."Morally, yes."

"Wouldn't touch them with a barge pole."

"We've got the best sperm in the country, you should be on your knees thanking us for letting you drink it." Harry smirked, the rest of the boys getting rowdy.

"Dimitri," I caught his attention, his act slowly fading away,"you're just going to let this happen are you?"

He straightened his back."It's the club-"

"Oh, for fucks sake-"

"Just leave (Y/N), before things get worse."

"I think we're past that."

"Chaps, let them go."

I stared at Dimitri, not believing how quickly this all turned around. Lauren went to open the door, pushing it the wrong way. Ed seemed to go to help her, but instead forcefully turned her around and kissed her, Lauren's whimpers cried out as she wriggled around. Miles and I yelled out for them to stop, both being restrained by the boys. Although I wanted to help her, I started to worry for my own safety. Guy easily held me back as he laughed, and I had never felt so scared in my life. Suddenly, I was yanked away from Guy’s grasp, it was Dimitri, looking angry at his friend; even though I was thankful for the rescue, I shoved him off of me, crying as I ran after Lauren. She was way ahead of me,  but I soon caught up, unlocking my car, both of us breathing heavily as we climbed in.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N). I shouldn’t have let you come here.” Lauren breathed out.

“No, don’t be. You haven’t done anything wrong.” I sniffed, wiping away my tears as I started the engine, speeding away from the place as I tried to push aside what just happened.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

‘Miles tried talking to me in the library. Told him to leave us alone or we’ll report them’

I quickly replied to Lauren, hoping that she was OK. I hadn’t left my room since I got in last night, curled up in my bed, trying to not to think about the night before. How could they be like that? I understood that they did horrible things, but I had never expected that. When Ed forced his kiss upon Lauren, the breath had been knocked out of me; there were so many of them and two of us. No, don’t think that much into it, just be grateful nothing else happened.

Deciding to get some fresh air, I dressed casually, grabbing my phone and keys before leaving. It was a quiet Sunday at the university, the rain adding to the gloomy effect. Aimlessly walking down the halls, I froze in my place as I saw who was crowded ahead of me. Most of the club were sat or stood around, looking hungover and miserable. Before I could run away, they all looked up at me, Dimitri not even hesitating before heading towards me. Spinning on my heel, I sped up my pace, not sure which way to turn to get away from him. But he caught up to me sooner than expected.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) wait!” Dimitri shouted.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I snapped back.

“Please, I want to apologise!”

For some reason, I stopped, waiting for him to catch up. He rounded me to stand in front, looking disheveled.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry,” he held me hands but I snatched them away,“I...I know what I said, and you were right, it was a front. I absolutely care about you, the club, it’s just...”

“I can’t believe what you said to Lauren last night.” I mumbled.

He sighed.“I wasn’t expecting her to say yes! I knew she would say no, it was all a big joke!”

“It wasn’t funny! Do you know how vulnerable we felt in there? What sort of situation did that look like to you?”

“I wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible. Some dickhead texted Lauren to mess with Miles, and things got out of hand.”

“Do you actually have anything meaningful to say to me? Cause if not I’m leaving.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

“I don’t think you can.”

“No, there has to be something. Please, I...I regret everything I said. I do care about you. I want to keep taking you out, treating you to nice things, and-”

I backed away from him.“Dimitri, I think it’s going to take some time for me to even be near you.”

“What are you saying?”

“Just, stay away from me for now. Perhaps...perhaps things will change in future, but not now.”

He nodded.“If that’s what it takes.”

He slumped away, looking over his shoulder one last time. The tears I was holding back spilled out, and I found myself ugly sobbing, though it was drowned out by the heavy rain. Finding another way back to my room, I slammed the door shut, collapsing onto my bed again. Why was I so conflicted about this? I should hate him, I hated the others, why not him? It was all too confusing, it started to give me a headache. Would I stay true to my word? Would it take time for me to even come close to forgive him? Who knew, and did I care in that moment? Yes, too much.

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Rest, Relaxation, & Kisses (a Mario AU)

Me??? Writing another one shot for @sugarglider9603 Mario Au in the middle of the night because I couldn’t sleep??? More likely then you think!!! Based on that one ask I saw, ENJOY!!!

It was rare that the princes had a completely free day to themselves, what with running a kingdom and the occasional kidnapping by Bowceit. Though even that was becoming a rarity ever since he and Prince Remy, a somewhat literal god of time and space, had started dating. Now Bowceit sometimes only kidnapped them out of boredom or if he needed a quick babysitter for the Danger Noodles. But even then, it wasn’t that bad.

Given that they now had a day off Roman seized this opportunity to have a royal spa day with Patton and Remy (who had also decided he needed a day off). He and Patton would have gladly spent their day off with their boyfriends but at the moment two plumbers in question were still attending to some business in the Ice Kingdom. So, a day of pampering as they waited for their beloveds it was then.

They had set up camp in Roman’s room, piles of blankets and pillows spread out amongst his larger then king size bed, along with plenty of snacks, nail polish, and other beauty essentials. The princes had all opted to change into pajamas, hair held back by headbands and pins, each with a different type of mud mask. A truly unprincely sight to behold but they didn’t care, it was their day off.

“So, you really got Bowceit to babysit ALL your Lumas?” Roman asked, adding another coat of pain over the space prince’s toes.

“Mmh, they actually listen to him, the little shits,” Remy replied, taking an extra long sip from his ever-present Starbucks cup “but I can’t blame them, he’s real sweet to them. It’s super cute seeing a giant lizard man be really soft around a bunch of kids.”

“His one and only redeeming quality,” Patton said, a bit passive aggressively as he blew on his drying finger nails.

“Patton, throwing shade? And at my man?” Remy gasped dramatically “I’d never thought I’d see the day!”

“Well I’m allowed to,” Patton pouted “it’s only fair after being kidnapped by him time and time again.”

“Agreed.” Roman replied without looking up from his work.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Remy shrugged, taking another sip of coffee “I have been trying to get him into the habit of asking you guys to babysit for us instead of kidnapping you then asking. We’re getting there, slowly, but we’re getting there.”

“You know, he ruined my date with Virgil because of that?” Roman huffed bitterly “The one-time Verg agrees to go out dancing, at a festival mind you, and Bowceit has to come in and ruin it!”

“Tell me about it,” Patton whined “I was finally able to convince Lo to go to the tavern with me to do karaoke!”

“I would really like to spend a night in actually,” Remy sighed “but Bowsy and I’s schedules usually don’t match up and when they do, he feels guilty and wants to do something big and romantic and take me out. Plus, the kids get really rowdy and excited whenever they finally get to see the Danger Noodles again.”

“Ever think about doing a family night?” Patton suggested, stuffing a few cooking in his mouth.

“Gurl, have you seen the amount of kids we have?” Remy scoffed “How the hell are we gunna get them organized enough to pull that off?”

“I mean, you said they listen to Bowceit the best,” Roman replied, moving to Remy’s other foot “I’m sure he won’t mind lending a hand. He’d probably be all for this idea and do it in a heartbeat.”

“I know he would,” Remy sighed “but it’s just that ever since he’s stopped obsessing over you two, he’s finally been taking his royal duties seriously. He’s made good progress and he’s using his one free day today to babysit the kids so that I can hang with you guys. I really don’t want to distract him now that he’s got a good flow going on.”

“Trust us, he probably needs a day of to properly spend time with his kids and you.” Roman assured.

“I guess,” Remy hummed “what about you two though?”

“What about us?” Patton asked, now moving on to the fudge brownies.

“Think you can convince the Sarcastic Dorks to go out with you guys again?” Remy explained.

“Mmm, Virgil doesn’t really do ‘social’ activities much,” Roman admitted, a small drop of disappointment clear on his face “he’s very introverted and we usually do quiet dates like going on walks or spending time lazing inside.”

“Same with Logan,” Patton said glumly “we go on the occasional picnic for lunch sometimes near the meadows. But I’d really like for us to go on vacation, just for a day or two, maybe to the beach or to go hiking.”

“Then why don’t you?” Remy questioned “I mean, I’m sure the Talyns and Thomases could handling things around here for a couple of days.”

“We know,” Roman admitted begrudgingly “but I really don’t want to pressure my little storm cloud to do something he isn’t comfortable with. He’s already so wound up all the time I don’t want to force him into a social situation he doesn’t want.”

Patton nodded in agreement, “Logan always has trouble relaxing, he has to constantly be doing something or else he’ll get all fidgety. He can really get wrapped up in his own head.”

“Sound like the perfect reason for you guys to go on vacation,” Remy said, waving his coffee cup to emphasize his point “like, they’re used to being on the lookout for Bowceit to capture you, right? Well, now that that’s not happening…much anymore you need to get them to loosen up a bit.”

The princes thought a moment, their boyfriends did seem a bit more jittery then usual as of late. They’ve taking to joining the royal council and lending out their services to help out other kingdoms however ways they can. That and they were still the local plumbers in their home town which they still actively worked in. If they really thought about it their boyfriends had just as much, if not more, work to do as they did.

“I guess you’re right,” Patton hummed thoughtfully “but how in the world are we going to convince them to take a break?”

The three princes were quiet again, silently mauling over ideas that could potentially work to convince their boyfriends to take a vacation with them. They didn’t want to force them to do something they didn’t want to do, they wanted their lovers to come to their own conclusion. Though maybe they were a bit too dense for that, perhaps a little nudge in the right direction would be okay. A bit of persuasion, a bit of…seduction.

Remy smiled big and wide, the gears in his head working madly, “Gurls, I’ve got a plan.”

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Logan had been informed by a flying messenger that he was to meet at Patton at his castle as soon as he got back. He had been planning to do so anyways, always eager to spend time with his love, but this time it was a bit more urgency. The message didn’t specify why which made Logan all the more worried but he couldn’t be sure it was something bad just like he couldn’t be sure it was something good too.

As soon as he busted into the castle, a bit frazzled and nervous, he was consoled by a Talyn and Thomas who assured him that the prince was fine, and just had a surprise picnic ready for them in the garden. Finally, able to calm down Logan was then escorted out back to the garden where he found his beloved waiting for him with a feast spread out under their favorite shady tree.

“Sorry it took so long, my sweet,” Logan apologized, settling himself down on the blanket “the Ice Kingdom was just a-a-a…”

Logan was finally able to get a good look at Patton and holy shit his brain short circuiting now. Patton was wearing a baggy blue sweater under a pink overall skirt that reached mid-thigh with a kitty face on the front, thigh high white socks with pink and blue paw prints decorating the edges, and pretty blue flats. His crown had been replaced by a garland of pink and blue sweet peas which matched the soft makeup highlighting his round face. You could barely tell that the prince was wearing any makeup at all, though his cheeks did look more rosy and his eyes more vibrant and his lips more pink and shiny.

“Logi?” Patton called out to him, head tilted like a curious puppy “Is everything okay?”

Patton had to play this right if he even had a slime chance at getting Logan to agree to go on vacation with him. He wasn’t the best at seduction like Roman or even Remy but he was cute and sweet, a much more dangerous asset to have. Patton wasn’t dumb, he was a diplomatic leader and sometimes talking things out wasn’t enough. Sometimes you had to bat your eyes and smile sweetly or tear up a bit and play the innocent victim to get what you want out of people. And at this point Patton wasn’t above doing all of that and more just to get Logan to take a break.

“F-fine!” Logan sputtered out “Everything’s fine, i-it’s just…you look nice.”

Bingo.

Patton’s smile was as bright as ever, “Aw, thank you Lo. Me and the boys had a spa day today and then Ro wanted to do makeovers. I didn’t want anything too extravagant, just something cute and casual to relax in with you.”

“Yes, of course,” Logan said, clearing his throat “sorry I couldn’t spend the day with you my love, the council seems to be busier than ever it seems.”

“It’s okay Logi,” Patton said sweetly, snuggling up against his boyfriend’s side “so long as you’re hear now that’s all that matters.”

Logan could only nod, the cuteness of his boyfriend being way too much for him at the moment. Not that Patton wasn’t always cute but the whole outfit he was wearing at the moment just kind of emphasized everything about him. Though maybe Patton was acting a bit more cuddly and playful then normal but it wasn’t like Logan was gunna complain about it.

Patton knew this all too well and was not afraid to exploit all of his boyfriend’s weaknesses to play him like a fiddle.

“Oh, actually, I have a surprise,” Patton said excitingly, reaching over to grab a certain plate “I made your favorite cake! Look, I even made it mini so it’s like you’re eating the whole thing, plus it makes it extra cute.”

Logan gave his boyfriend a fond smile, moving forward to kiss his forehead, “Thank you, love.”

Patton giggled, a sweater paw hiding his dopy smile and dark blush, “It’s no problem Lo, you’ve seem so stressed lately it’s the least I can do.”

“Yes, well, I have been a little busy,” Logan sighed “but I’m fine, just need to find a good rhythm to move along to.”

“Or maybe you could take a break,” Patton said innocently, grabbing a fork to cut into the cake and bringing the piece to Logan’s mouth “Say ah~”

Logan blushed a deep scarlet, swallowing thickly, but complied with his boyfriend’s wishes. He chewed as he continued to speak, “I can’t possibly do that Patton, there’s far too much work to be done.”

“I’m sure the Thomases and Talyns could handle themselves for a few days,” Patton assured, feeding his boyfriend another piece of cake “they’ve done so in the past long before you or Virgil came along. I mean sure, things have been a bit more organized now that you two are here but I’m pretty sure it won’t fall into chaos if you miss a day or two.”

“I know love,” Logan sighed tiredly “it’s just-”

“You have cake on your face.” Patton giggled, gesturing vaguely with his fork. There wasn’t really but Logan didn’t need to know that.

“Where?” Logan asked, rubbing at his cheek to remove the non-existing crumbs.

“Riiiight there!” Patton jump to give a quick peck to the corner of Logan’s mouth, sitting back down with a giggle and a mischievous smile. The prince admired the pink lipstick stain against his boyfriend’s skin that matched well with the pretty blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Uh…d-did you get it?” Logan stuttered out, knowing full well that there had been nothing on his face but what else could he say in a situation such as this.

Patton smiled that same mischievous smile, putting aside his plate and fork as he leaned forward and quietly murmured, “Not quite.”

He gave a gentle kiss to Logan’s lips but didn’t linger for long as he moved to kiss the other corner of his mouth, then his cheek and the tip of his nose and his forehead. Pretty soon Patton found himself straddled across his boyfriend’s lap smothering every inch of his face and neck with kisses, leaving a trail of lipstick stains in his wake. Sometimes he would linger a moment at a certain spot on Logan’s face or sometimes he’d give off a rapid-fire tail of kisses or sometimes he’d look to see where he hadn’t kissed Logan yet and make sure to leave his mark there. After a few minutes the prince pulled back to admire his work; Logan looked absolutely lovestruck, smiling like a fool and unknowing of Patton’s handy work on his face. Well, at least Patton thinks Logan doesn’t know if he did, he made no show of minding it at all.

“Hey Lo,” Patton purred, carefully cupping his boyfriend’s face so as not to smug his work before leaning forward to give him a long slow kiss.

“Hmm?” Logan hummed in response, much too drunk on affection to answer properly.

“I was wondering,” Patton smirked, trailing kisses under Logan’s chin “maybe you and I…” behind his ear “could go to the beach this weekend…” on his brow “maybe a bit longer…” over his collar bone “just for a couple days…” another long slow kiss, smiling as he finds Logan trailing after him “wouldn’t it be nice?”

“Mm-ha.” Logan sighed dreamily.

“Just you and me…” Patton cooed, gently pecking Logan’s lips over and over again “alone at a beach house, warm sun and cool water.” He pauses his affectionate assault on his boyfriend’s face so he could lean back and pout “But I mean, you’re really busy so I don’t know if we can.”

“Huh?” Logan’s happy love daze started to fade a bit as he took in his lover’s large brown puppy dog eyes. Logan had a hard time saying no to those eyes on a normal day but right now, so filled with love and affection and kisses it made him dizzy, Patton had him wrapped around his little finger.

“I don’t want to pull you away from important work,” Patton said bashfully “but I really wish we could go. We’re both so busy now and I miss you a lot.”

“I-I miss you too,” Logan finally stuttered out, it took a great deal of effort to say “but we have-”

“I know we both have important duties to attend too,” Patton cut in, batting his lashes “but wouldn’t it be okay just to take a little brake? Just a teeny tiny one? You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

Logan gulped, his resolve quickly dropping, he was a weak man in love with an adorable prince with large doe eyes and a cute pout how the hell do you expect him to act logically in this situation, damn it? “I-I, uh…”

“Please Logi Bear,” Patton purred, snuggling in close and giving Logan another slow, long kiss “for me?”

Logan truly was a weak man, he was also a tired man whose kind of been burying himself in extra work to compensate for all the pent-up energy he had in him due to the lack of Bowceit fights. Why was it so bad to go on a short vacation? He’s been wanting to spend some more time with Patton but he just kept adding more and more work onto his plate, thinking he could finish it all on time. It was ridiculous.

“I guess…a vacation sounds good.” Logan admitted softly.

Patton squealed in delight, lunging forward to tackle his boyfriend in a hug as he once more covered every inch of his face in kisses.

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Virgil was having trouble breathing but not in a bad way, he thinks. When Logan had rushed off to Patton’s castle, he was a bit worried there could be danger a foot. Though Roman hadn’t sent word about so it could just be Logan blowing things out of proportion, which was kind of funny since it’s usually Virgil doing that. Still, his brother had been a bit more jumpy as of late and he along with him. Not that they weren’t grateful that Bowceit had now stopped trying to kidnap their boyfriends and force them into marriage it’s just when you become accustomed to something like that happening weekly your body has no idea what to do with all its wound-up energy once it stops.

So, maybe he and Logan were working a bit over time just to let out some of that pent-up energy. It gave them something to do and in turn let them help a lot of people. But it may have also unintentionally caused them to neglect their boyfriends and whenever they do get together one or both parties are just so tired, they have not effort to do anything let alone go out. It’s kind of been eating away at Virgil for a while now and he really did want to make it up to Roman some way but he was always too piled up with work so he kept pushing it back, swearing up and down he’d do it soon.

Unbeknownst to him it wasn’t soon enough for Roman.

Which is the cause of Virgil not being able to breath because when he walked into the thrown room, where it was said his boyfriend was waiting for him, he was met with a gorgeous sight. There Roman sat on his thrown reading a book, legs crossed and wearing a high waisted red skirt, an off the shoulder black and white long sleeve crop top, and black ankle heel boots. His hair was curled and done up in such a way that it framed the prince is face perfectly, making way for the sparkly hoop earrings he wore. His makeup was subtle save for the smoky red, black and gold eyeshadow and champagne red lipstick.

Roman casually looked up from his reading and smirked when he caught Virgil staring. Virgil squeaked and flushed a pretty pink, embarrassed at having been seen and quickly flipped up his hood to cover the majority of his face. Roman made a show of closing his book and setting it aside so that he could stretch his arms skyward, a sliver of skin peeking out as his shirt rose up. The purple clad plumber made it super obvious that he was trying not to stare, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground until he caught sight of Roman’s boots then up his legs and skirt and waist and he was staring again, damn it.

Roman chuckled teasingly, striking a dramatic pose, “You like? Patton, Remy and I decided to treat our self to a spa and makeover day.”

“Y-yeah, I see.” Virgil murmured, having found his shoes very interesting.

Roman’s shoulders drooped, a pout starting to form on his lips, “You don’t like it.”

“N-no, no, I do, I really do!” Virgil assured quickly, making the mistake of looking back up at Roman and now he couldn’t look away. “I-it’s just – I just – a-and you’re just…”

“I’m just?” Roman corked and eyebrow, desperately trying to suppress the giggle bubbling up in his chest.

“You…look…” Virgil gulped, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie “…g-gorgeous.”

“Aw, Verg,” Roman giggled, a warm blush spreading across his cheeks, it was always nice to hear praise on his looks, especially from Virgil who said it with such sincere honesty “can I get my hello hug and kiss now?”

“Um…” Virgil felt his face on fire as he nodded and shuffled over towards his prince is waiting arms. He briefly wondered if the heels Roman had on would make for an awkward hug given their height difference. Virgil was already short as it is and he still sometimes had to tip toe up to kiss Roman’s face, if the prince was feeling merciful that day, he might bend down to meet him.

But of course, that didn’t happen because as soon as Virgil was close enough Roman pulled him onto his lap and snuggled into his chest. Virgil squeaked in surprise, blush returning to his cheeks, but soon relaxed into the embrace, burying his face into the crook of Roman’s neck. It was nice, Virgil forgot how much he missed Roman’s over the top hugs. The prince always seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, occasionally swaying them back and forth to some unheard musical beat.

“I missed you.” Roman murmured softly, a hand running through Virgil’s hair to push back his hood.

“I missed you too.” Virgil hummed, cuddling closer into Roman’s warm embrace.

They held onto each other for a while, content to quietly bask in each other’s presents. They really hadn’t been able to spend any good quality time together like this. To truly unwind and relax together without worrying about work or responsibilities or Bowceit kidnapping them because he needs a babysitter.

Roman was the first to pull away but only briefly as he quickly returned to cup Virgil’s face and slot their mouths together in a long passionate kiss. Virgil yelped in surprise but soon melted into the kiss, firmly gripping onto his prince is broad shoulders. He missed this too, he missed everything about Roman but up until he met the prince, he had deprived himself of physical and emotional affection for so long. Roman spoiled him with love and praise and hugs and kisses and Virgil didn’t think much of it until he was suddenly left high and dry again because he couldn’t pull himself away from his work.

The kiss left Virgil’s heart full and his head foggy with sweetness and affection and Roman really enjoyed the blissed out look Virgil had as well as the crooked lipstick stain left on his mouth. Roman chuckled fondly as he moved to kiss his boyfriend again and again, traveling from his mouth to his cheeks to his nose, forehead, under his chin, neck, and any other place on his face that was free. All the while he lovingly whispered and cooed words of praise and love against his lover’s skin hoping that maybe they could engrave themselves into his soul.

“You work so hard my love…” Roman cooed, pressing a soft kiss under Virgil’s right eye “helping people every day…” his chin “you’re amazing…” the bridge of his nose “you’re wonderful.”

Virgil could only hum contently, all too willing to melt into a mushy puddle of blissed out affection for which Roman could do as he pleased. The prince was all too happy to continue showering his beloved in praise and kisses, Virgil hadn’t been this relaxed in a long while which only served to motivate Roman even more to push for a vacation.

“And because you’ve worked so hard…” Roman continued, returning to Virgil’s lips “helping the council get in order…” kiss “attending meeting after meeting…” kiss “I thought that maybe…” kiss “me and you could possibly…” kiss…kiss…kiss “take a vacation?” kiss “Just for a few days…” kiss “I have cozy little cabin…” kiss “near a ski lodge in Ice land…” kiss “what do you think?”

Virgil couldn’t answer right away since Roman decided to pull them into another slow, passionate filled kiss that made him wonder why he never thought about taking vacation with Roman before? Like, what was stopping him? Why did he have to think about this for so long when he could be using that time to be with Roman? It sounded like a wonderful idea.

“So?” Roman hummed, breathless after parting from their kiss.

Virgil gave him a dopy, foolish smile, eye lids droopy and heavy with bliss as he gazed lovingly at his boyfriend. He giggled breathlessly, “M’kay.”

“Really?” Roman exclaimed, half surprised Virgil caved so easily and half excited.

“Mmh.” Virgil hummed, leaning foreword to capture his lover’s lips in his once more. This time it was Roman who was caught off guard but he was quick to enthusiastically return the kiss, plus a few extra to show Virgil how happy he was.

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Remy arrived at the familiar lava filled castle in record time, he didn’t want to leave Bowceit alone with the kids more then he had too. As he walked through the castle looking for his boyfriend and their kids he couldn’t help but smirk as he noticed the lingering stares and glances he was receiving from Bowciet’s minions. Remy couldn’t blame them though, he did look hot. He had on a white chloe crop top, black high waist shorts, a knitted cream-colored kimono that slipped off his shoulders and bunched up at his elbows, and cute flowery sandals. His was swooped back and pined with golden stary clips and matching dangly earrings. He didn’t do much with his make ups since he’d still be wearing his trade more circular shades but he opted for a natural summery look, warm browns and creams for eyeshadow. The only thing remotely eccentric was the icy blue lipstick delicately painted on his mouth.

He finally reached the play room where he found his Lumas along with the Danger Noodles napping together in a giant cuddle pile with pillows and blankets covering the floor. A few guards stood watch near the exits but there was no Bowceit in sight. It wasn’t uncommon for Bowceit to leave the kids in the care of the guards once they’ve settled down enough so he could take a quick break. But given his track record as of late Bowceit was more then likely working in his office.

“Remy?” The prince paused to look down and acknowledge a drowsy Junior slithering up to him “When’d you get back?”

“Just a little while ago, go back to sleep baby.” Remy whispered sweetly, running a gentle hand over the little snake’s scales.

“Why are you dressed up so pretty?” He asked with a yawn, stubborn much like his father.

“It’s a little surprise for your daddy,” Remy winked playfully “have you seen him?”

The little snake nodded tiredly, “Yeah, he said he was gunna finish up some boring royal business stuff. Are you two gunna go out on another grown up date?”

The slight hint of sadness in the little snake’s voice made Remy’s heart ach and he was certain that Bowceit felt the same way. Not that Remy and him didn’t enjoy their alone time but the Boopa King really has busy. The prince could see it in his eyes how much he missed his kids but he also missed Remy and since he’s never been in a proper relationship before Bowceit has no idea how to balance out his love life and his family life. Remy understood that and he wanted Bowceit to know that he understood that and was willing to adapt into a routine that benefits both their lives.

“Not exactly,” Remy replied “I was thinking maybe we could have a bit of a family game night, all of us together. What do you think?”

Junior wiggled excitedly, “Yeah, that sounds great! But…what if dad’s too busy?”

“You just leave that to me sweetie,” Remy smiled coyly, kissing the top of the little noodle’s head “go back to sleep doll, I’ll wake you when I come back, okay?”

After tugging the little noddle back into the warm cuddle pile Remy strutted his way down the castle hall, more determined then ever. He didn’t really put a lot of effort into many things in life, I mean, he is the cosmic prince of the universe he could just make things happen with a wave of his hand, but sometimes there were times that wasn’t enough and you needed to roll up your sleeves and get down and dirty. And in this context “down and dirty” meant seducing your giant lizard boyfriend to take a break and spend time with his family.

He burst into his boyfriend’s office unannounced, as always, with eccentric fanfare that would make Roman jealous. But of course, Bowceit was use to this by now so he didn’t bother to look up from the paperwork he was reading at his desk. Remy sighed, took a sip of his coffee, relaxed his shoulders, and lazily walked over walked over towards the Boopa King. He casually drapes himself over Bowceit’s shoulder scanning over the mountain of paper work overflowing the desk.

“Whatcha doing, hon?” Remy hummed.

“Just going over a few contracts and treaties,” Bowceit replied, scribbling down a few notes “the kids are all asleep in the play room if your wondering. How was your day?”

“It was nice,” Remy said, pressing his cheek against the back of Bowceit’s broad shoulder “we had a bit of a spa day, gossiped a bit, a few makeovers, it was fun. How ‘bout you? How were the kids?”

“The kids were fine,” Bowceit said distantly “although the Lumas wanted to play up in the rafters again so if you see a few of them covered in soot and cobwebs just know that’s what happened. I was planning on bathing them later after they woke up.”

“Mmh, if I knew they were gunna cause trouble like this I wouldn’t have left them here for you to stress over.” Remy said guiltily, rubbing over his boyfriend’s other shoulder with his hand. He felt the tense muscles under his fingers relax a bit and a soft content sigh slipping past his lover’s lips. That’s when Remy got an idea. Standing up straight and beginning to slowly massage over Bowceit’s shoulders, something casual and slow so as not to cause too much suspicion.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Bowceit assured, relaxing further under Remy’s dancing fingers “it’s not easy being prince of the universe and a father, I’d imagine you don’t get very many breaks. It’s the least I can do to help in some small way.”

“Aw, baby your so sweet to me,” Remy cooed, rotating his thumb into a particularly tense spot on Bowceit’s back, causing the lizard man in front of him to practically purr “but you know, you’re a ruler and a father a well. Don’t you think you deserve some time off too?”

“No, no, I couldn’t possibly,” Bowceit hummed, his voice started to slur and his movements became slower “I have way too much to do, having dedicated several years to chasing after Patton and Roman has put me behind on my royal duties. I’m barely just starting to catch up and I can’t start slacking off now.”

“I think you’ve caught up plenty,” Remy assured him “the kingdom won’t crumble if you take a day off. Plus, I miss you and your kids miss you too.”

At the mention of his children Bowceit became tense once again, guilt heavy at the pit of his stomach. He’d really had been neglecting spending proper time with his kids, but after turning over a whole new leaf he didn’t want his kids to see him as a prince obsessed, tyrannical ruler but as a responsible, confident leader. So, he got his shit together and finally started putting some work into running his kingdom properly. It had been a much bigger task then he had anticipated but that did not deter him from work hard and stabilizing his kingdom. He was afraid that if he stopped now, he’d slip back into his old habits.

“I miss you all as well,” Bowceit admitted “but I still have-”

“Oh, you still haven’t seen my new outfit!” Remy interrupted before Bowceit could even finish his sentence. He had to keep Bowceit’s mind off his work and doubts for Remy to even have a slight chance at convincing him. So, he quickly spun his boyfriend’s chair around to face him stepping back to slowly turn and show off his outfit. “You like?”

Bowceit’s cheeks dusted a light pink as he openly gawked at his beautiful boyfriend, “Y-yes, you look lovely.”

“I know,” Remy chuckled, taking a step closer toward Bowceit “it gets pretty warm here, what with the lava and junk, so I decided to go for a bit of a summer look. Though any place gets really warm with you around.”

Remy winked and Bowceit sputtered, “I – it, um…”

“What’s the matter Bowsy?” Remy chuckled, settling in-between Bowceit’s legs as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck “Piranha plant got your tongue?”

“C-certainly not,” Bowceit cleared his throat, placing his hands firmly on Remy’s waist, they were so large they almost completely covered his entire torso “It’s just…sometimes it takes a while to find words to properly describe your beauty.”

Now it was Remy’s turn to blush but his smirk still remained, “That’s real cheesy babe.”

Sometimes Bowceit has a tendency to unintentionally say the sweetest things, unknowing as to how they effected Remy. Contrary to what most people think Remy wasn’t the most emotionally affectionate person in the relationship, physical affection was no big deal to him, he’s all for snuggles and kisses, but it was hard to truly let himself be vulnerable with someone. Bowceit has gone through enough turmoil in his life to just not have the effort to put up wall anymore. It was strange to have someone openly love you so fiercely but it slowly gave Remy the confidence he needed to open up, bit by bit.

“You love it when I’m cheesy.” Bowceit shot back, a soft smile on his face.

“I do, really.” Remy admitted, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

Bowceit hummed, lips stained with ice blue and eyes closed contently, “Mmh, that’s nice…do it again.”

“What this?” Remy teased, giving his boyfriend another kiss, this one much slower and more passionate.

“Yeah, that, keep doing that.” Bowceit sighed dreamily.

“As you wish your majesty.” Remy chuckled, ducking down to kiss Bowceit once again, moving up towards his high cheek bones where scales met skin. The ice blue stains Remy left against his boyfriend’s skin contrasted greatly with his even tan and green scales but it still looked quiet lovely to the space prince. So, Remy continued, peppering kisses up Bowceit’s forehead, under his chin, around his neck, and where ever else he could reach on his face.

Bowceit was now fully purring, a deep rumbling vibrating against his chest as he pulled his lover closer towards him. You’d think living in deep space would make Remy cold to the touch but it’s because he lives day to day alongside a bunch of literal stars that he practically radiates warmth. Being that Bowceit is part reptile he enjoys this immensely, always looking for an excuse to cuddle or kiss his boyfriend, it was like having your own personal furnace. A burning ember sitting in his lap, tracing sparks of warmth across his face.

“But in all seriousness, you really should take a break,” Remy murmured, rubbing his thumb over a particularly sensitive patch of scales on Bowceit’s neck “we don’t even need to go out, we could have a nice night in with the kids.”

Remy placed a gentle kiss over both of Bowceit’s eyelids, “A nice nap, maybe a few boardgames and snacks, we could have a sleep over in the living room. What do you think?”

“That sounds nice…” Bowceit purred, though Remy sensed there was a “but” coming in and he snubbed it out immediately.

“I talked to Junior earlier,” Remy whispered against his boyfriend’s mouth “he and the Boopalings seem to really miss you and when I asked if they wanted to have a family night, he got so excited. He’s probably already woken up the others and told them and I don’t want to have to be the one to break their little hearts that I couldn’t keep my word.”

Bowceit whined a bit, the thought of his children in any kind of distress because of him did not settle well with his stomach. But he still had so much to do…but then again, Remy had already promised the kids they would. It would be bad if a prince had to go back on his promise and Bowceit did turn a new leaf and wanted to set a good example for his kids. How completely un-kingly of him to skip out on plans that have already been arranged, he honestly had no choice really. The kingdom would just have to function without him for a day or two…maybe three.

“I mean…” Bowceit shifted in his seat, pulling Remy closer still as the prince continued to pepper kisses over his face “you did already make arrangements, so it’s to be expected of us to attend.”

“Of course,” Remy smirked, playing along with his boyfriend’s train of thought “it be inappropriate of us not to.”

“Plus, I’ve gotten most of my work sorted,” Bowceit hummed, guiding Remy’s lips towards his “the kingdom can function without me for a day or two.”

“Mmh, maybe three?” Remy asked hopefully, might as well push for more now that he has Bowceit so complacent.

“Why not?” Bowceit smiled, gazing lovingly at his lover’s sparkling eyes “But…maybe I need a little bit more convincing.”

Remy chuckled as he leaned forward to embrace his lover once more, slow, passionate, and warm.

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The sun was warm against Logan’s skin, as for the rough, glittery sand underneath him. The birds chirped over head and the waves crashed in beautiful melodic harmony, pushing and pulling grains of sand and sea shells. He heard Patton call his name as well as the careful but quick paced footsteps trailing behind him, crunching down on the sand.

He turned to his beloved, smile still brighter then the sun shining down on them, as he sat down beside Logan and handed him a fruity tropical drink. A typical coconut cup with a fruit skewer, tiny umbrella, and swirly straw, it was definitely delicious.

Patton hummed in delight as he downed half his drink, “So good!”

“Isn’t that your third one?” Logan teased, lazily sipping his drink.

“But they’re so delicious,” Patton pouted, a pink blush blooming over his cheeks “plus we’re on vacation, I get to enjoy myself without anyone judging me, thank you very much.”

“Of course, love,” Logan chuckled “just don’t complain when your bladder’s full and you need to go all the way back to the beach to use the bathroom.”

Patton stuck his tongue out in an adorably childish manner, “Meanie!”

Logan laughed, leaning forward to kiss his boyfriend’s nose whose face scrunched up like a cute bunny rabbit. Patton giggled as he leaned up to returned the gesture and of course Logan just had to give him another kiss back as did Patton and so on and so forth. Their drinks were soon forgotten as they happily lounged against the sand sharing sweet kisses.

---

Virgil watched the snow outside fall like dancing jewels as he wrapped the thick quilt blanket more tightly around him. He was sitting on a wide reading nook in the living room of the cabin with a large stone fire place taking center stage of it all. It crackled and roared with scorching embers, covering the house in a cloudy, cozy warmth that kept out the bitter cold of the outside.

The blanket’s shifted beside him and Virgil turned to find Roman, clad in wool socks and sweats, snuggling up against him as he handed Virgil a cup of hot coco with tiny marshmallows. Virgil silently hummed his thanks as he helped Roman readjust the blankets around them, once more cocooning them both in gentle warmth.

The purple clad plumber took a careful sip of his drink and moaned in delight, “This is great, Ro.”

“Only the best for my little storm cloud,” Roman said sweetly, attending to his own drink “I borrowed the recipe from Patton before we left as well as a few others. I was thinking of trying out a bit of apple cider later on, what do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Virgil pondered playfully “hot chocolate and marshmallows are a snowy vacation staple, how can it ever be topped?”

“I’m guessing that you’ve never had Patton’s famous apple cider,” Roman said haughtily “though I can’t say for certain that it tops his hot chocolate but it does go great with apple pie.”

“You’re trying to make me fat, aren’t you?” Virgil chuckled.

“We’re on vacation, darling, no one’s gunna mind,” Roman teased, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek “that’ll just make you more tempting to cuddle.”

“You’re a jerk.” Virgil laughed, turning to kiss his prince’s lips.

---

“Do you have any fours?” Bowceit asked.

Everyone was gathered in the living room, dressed in their pajamas and surrounded by piles of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. Remy, Bowceit, and a few of the Danger Noodles and Lumas sat around the coffee table playing go-fish while the rest that couldn’t fit crowded around them to either watch or help out their favorite.

“Nope, go-fish daddy!” Wendy giggled.

“Oof, you might be on a losing streak today, babe.” Remy chuckled, snuggling close to his boyfriend and petting over the Luma sitting on his lap shuffling through his cards.

Bowceit frowned, bringing his cards closer to his face, allowing Junior, who was draped over his father’s neck to looked over them. The Boopa King turned towards his son expectantly, “What do we got son?”

“Mmh, I think Remy’s right dad,” Junior said grimly “but it’s to be expected, Wendy is a total viper.”

“Of course, I’m a viper dumb-dumb!” Wendy scoffed.

“Dad! Wendy called me a dumb-dumb!” Junior whined.

“Wendy, be nice to your brother.” Bowceit scolded gently, though he was desperately trying to suppress a fond smile threatening to break through.

“She is going to grow up to have a smart mouth when she’d older.” Remy tutted playfully.

“Well, she doesn’t exactly have the best influence.” Bowceit smirked with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe!” Remy gasped dramatically, a hand to his chest “How could you! I am a delight!”

The Boopa King rolled his eyes fondly at the space prince, leaning close to whisper, “Of forgive me my prince, how can I ever make it up to you?”

“Mmh, I can think of a few ways.” Remy purred as he leaned up to place a sweet kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. A chorus of groans and “ew!” filled the room causing both men to burst out into pearls of laughter. They kissed again out of spite.

[aizawa-single-cat-dad]

What's your opinion on each of your students?

I really shouldn’t be doing this...

No. 1 - Aoyama Yuuga...... well, he is a very insecure teenager, mainly because of his Quirk, sadly that’s common with people who possess highly self-harmful and uncontrollable Quirks, I think of him as an actually strong student for being able to keep up despite having these issues. He’s... unpredictable and looks out for his classmates, he’d rather evade harm and fight but is able to step in if he doesn’t put himself in danger which probably saved his life...  He’s... a good student, but he has some work to do about his attitude if he wants to manage through three years of my teaching.

Ugh, I’m regretting this.....

No. 2 - Ashido Mina....... she’s easily excited and sociable, I’m not saying those traits are bad, but they’re part of why she’s getting distracted all the time from what she came for when deciding to attend U.A., I just think she should focus more on studying. I’m not saying she should sit down and read all day if that’s not how she learns easiest and fastest. She’s definitely an airhead. Despite that, though, she’s truly dedicated to become a hero. She’s handful.

No. 3 - Tsuyu Asui..... is very straightforward, observant and responsible. One of the most honest people I’ve ever seen. She is easily one of the few pillars of emotional support that can be found among all of this years’ candidates. It’s hard to find person that can really keep their head in situations of distress and help others do the same.

No. 4 - Tenya Iida -  he's actually a very straightforward, earnest, intelligent and noble person... but he can be a pain in the ass with his lack of flexibility. He takes everything serious and is quick to jump to conclusions... at least he gives people opportunity to speak when he does. He’s extremly dedicated to become what he perceives a perfect hero model ( @ingeniums-quirk​ I am looking at you Tensei). He appears to be down-to-earth a little bit too much at times, but has no problem with letting emotions take over at times.

No. 5 - Ochako Uraraka - airhead most of the time, the most laidback, thinks about everything positively, though she is objective enough to see flaws and virtues. This student possesses more will than she appears to have among all of her goofing around - that fierce side seems to be creeping out her classmates, personally... yeah, 15 years between Mic and Midnight and they seems airheads but when they get riled up... Lord save anyone who dares cross their paths.

Either way, No. 6 - Mashirao Ojiro - very cooperative, knows his limits, strengths and weaknesses pretty well, won’t accept the results he doesn’t feel he earned - he’s honest and strict with himself, but also very noble and has a lot of dignity. Hard-worker that doesn’t seem to enjoy the spotlight. What I’d give as a definition of a good normal student of hero course.

No. 7 - ......Kaminari Denki........... - he is an idiot. Sometimes I would wonder how is he alive? Or how did he pass the middle school? Other than that, he appears sociable and energetic. He respects and recognizes when his opponent is strong or stronger than him. He seems to not fear death, or Bakugo. I’ve seen him set up half of the pranks that Bakugo falls for, I scold him and convince Bakugo that it wasn’t Kaminari so there won’t be a fight. He’s handful. Makes sure the class sticks together.

No. 8 - Eijiro Kirishima - not too smart either.  Boisterous and outgoing guy with a fondness for the concept of manliness, very honest and kind-hearted, possesses the ability to befriend most of people, which is admirable. Respectful but keen on breaking the rules in name of frienship, goals and just his own low self-esteem as he’s shown when saving the kidnapped Bakugo along with few of his classmates. I need to help him work on his self-esteem. Handful.

No. 9 - Koji Kouda - quiet. Too quiet. Seems more like a pacifist than a fighter. I’ll make sure to steer him in direction of rescuing people and helping people that have been rescued and they’re in shock. I doubt he’s ever hit anyone. He’s brave, I’ve dealt with people who have entomophobia, and Koji seeing his classmate is in pain, has managed to overcome the stress. Good kid.

No. 10 - Rikido Satou - another dumb one who I have no idea how he walked through life so far without getting killed. It seems that to some people, the reality is much harsher than the others. Not that it’s a bad thing. He needs a lot of work at tactical part of the job since he wants to be a fighter.

No. 11 - Mezo Shoji - he’s a surprisingly gentle soul. Really. Very friendly and  will work nicely with anyone. Empathetic, not stupid, quite selfless and willing to risk his life for a friend. Protective. Good kid, he’s developing pretty well personality-wise and needs tactical guidance.

No. 12 - Kyoka Jiro -  pragmatic, unenthusiastic and teasing. Precious little shit. Victim of her jokes fall clueless people and those who aren’t careful enough. She’s clever, and it came as a bit of a surprise for me - she’s cooperative. It took me time to notice she actually enjoys spending time with her classmates and is pretty nice to them, she came off as pretty cold, well I am not the best reader of people. She’s also one of those students who do not hesitate to put their classmates into... “calmer” state. Good kid.

No. 13 - Hanta Sero - another idiot.  He can be loud and showy at times, good but handful kind of kid. One of the few that call out their classmates if they act crazy. Cooperative and social, but he knows which button to push to set someone off. And he’s sometimes like a monkey and smashes them which can make his classmates frustrated with him. At least that’s what I observed is how he acts with Bakugo.

No. 14 - Fumikage Tokoyami -  reserved, quiet, serious, and focused, albeit noble and valiant as well. Fairly logical. He will directly ignore questions or requests that seem in some way pointless. He seems very distant with others, but he will cooperate and let himself be “used”. Very dramatic.

No. 15 - Shoto Todoroki - most people don’t see it, but he’s rude and sarcastic. Understandably disassociated with his emotions. He requires some help I can’t give. Frankly, what he needs the most is the least stressful enviroment and regular rowdy friends, but the safe surroundings aren’t accessible in this reality. Good kid. Very focused on studies, perhaps a bit too much.

No. 16 - Hagakure Tooru - Airhead. Sociable. Not so smart. Easygoing with an upbeat attitude. Handful at times, more so, that I can’t really see-... seem to notice when her behavior gets out of control... I need to talk with her about what kind of hero would she like to be actually... I seem to need to write that down, I keep forgetting that.

No. 17 - Katsuki Bakugo - you all know that already from the press conference. Handful brat. Most of his actions originate from what he considers “ideal strength”. He’s trying harder than anyone to pursue becoming the top hero. He has strong morals, even if he possesses no conversational skills. Uncooperative. Bastard. He’s not exactly what I call a good kid, but he’s not evil... he acts loud and like an idiot... unironically and doesn’t consider his own actions stupid, unless someone else acts the exact same way. Seems to be attracting friends better than anyone else in the class.

No. 18 - Izuku Midoriya - I should’ve known this was coming... ugh, Midoriya is a handful problem child. Timid, helpful, polite, but with a concerning  ability to make the world his enemy. Well, not the world, but most of the people he meets have a weird tendency to desire, sooner or later, to fight him. Understandably reserved and insecure. Frequently overreacts. He’s one of a kind really... Not in good sense. He’s in touch with his emotions a little too much.

No. 19 - Minoru Mineta - if Midnight was a midget. I’m not usually the person to tell others to behave... but I do that around Mineta. Pretty good Quirk, smart kid, unconfident in his skills...well, more like cowardly at times... he wants to be a type of hero I don’t really approve of, but I guess he’s doing well enough to pass. He’s both, unconfident and a little cowardly. Hard to blame the kid.

No.20 - Momo Yaoyorozu - polite. Generally level-headed, very prudent, dedicated person who acts as a natural leader, not above falling into panic over little things, can be blunt with her comments about people's mistakes and miscalculations. Good kid, easily thrown off balance though. Despite amazing abilites and impressive skillset, she is insecure, but she, like all 1-A students, will grow into a strong pro.

I really shouldn’t have done this.

[sidhewrites]

CHAPTER 8B. Previous Installment found here. Approx. 2650 words. As always, feel free to send Asks or Messages about what’s written or anything you’re curious about. 

It didn’t take long, however, for Coriander to see that, perhaps, the expansion was for the worse. The original house was a handsome stone building, two floors with a circular glass window looking into the attic, and a stairwell leading down into a clearly marked “Rehearsal Room” that looked like it had once been a wine cellar. The sign above the door had been mounted on a wagon wheel, declaring the inn’s name to be Running Well -- which must be referring to the management, because it certainly had nothing to do with the exterior design.

Branching off from the house, however, were two awkwardly rectangular extensions made of a different stone with brightly-painted shutters and a veritable rainbow of painted wooden trim. Handprints and childish illustrations decorated the lowest levels of the building, coupled with a fascinatingly sloppy garden.  A part of Coriander bristled at the sight of it. But she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t her garden, after all, and nothing in it suggested that the Innkeep was using it for anything more than the love of growing plants.

Atop one of the extensions was another level, this one made of oak wood and stained a garish lime green, and another extension, made of a reddish clay brick and a thatch roof. It was uncomfortably close to the public stables, where a young groom seemed to be having a quiet but intense disagreement with a tenant leaning their head out the open window. Neither of them spoke, but they gestured quickly back and forth with each other. The hearth inside backlit the tennant dramatically, starkly outlining their short, tightly-curled hair and deep brown complexion, contrasting sharply with the groom’s pale face and hair.

It was all too much to take in. How did someone live in a building like this?

Waites dropped Mum and the cart off at the stables, but he was quickly swept up into a conversation with another groom, one much older and gruffer than the one they’d seen outside. Waites pulled himself away from the conversation for just long enough to say, “Go on inside and get something to eat. I’ll be there soon.” He dropped a few coins into Coriander’s hands, and sent them on ahead. Jasper offered his arm, and they walked together inside. 

It was both better and worse at once.

Dozens of people had crowded into the main room, sizable but not large enough. Paper stars hung from the ceiling, as did one child, much to the chagrin and fury of their mother. The decorum, at least, was more sensible -- whitewash and dark wood supports giving the rowdy public room a hint of sensibility.

She knew about her mother’s parties and the occasional socials that happened in Knittelnau -- events Coriander rarely attended, if ever -- and she’d read plenty on the masquerades and balls among the nobility, but it seemed an impossible amount of noise was emanating from the crowd, all but oppressive. It frightened her, and she stepped back towards the door, half hoping to simply disappear through it, entirely hoping that Jasper would get the hint and follow her out.

As it was, however, she only made it a step out the door before someone else tried to come in. He was an aging man, short and fat and fair-skinned, with rouged cheeks and an impressive moustache. Despite his thinning hair, all of it white and grey, he had a certain youthfulness about him, and he was dressed impeccably in bright colors beneath a threadbare homespun cloak. 

He cleared his throat before speaking. “I do beg your pardon, Madam,” he said, voice gruff but warm. 

Coriander rushed to get out of his way, but he held up a finger. “Now don’t you think about leaving any time soon. My scene is next, and I won’t have anyone missing it.”

His scene? This didn’t seem like a theater to her. People behind them turned and grinned, some shout

Jasper stepped up to her side, making his presence known before offering her his arm. “A scene? Are you an actor, sir?”

The old man beamed. “Oh, I was one a long time ago. Now I just bless my guests with the finest acting this side of the river and the other.”

“I can’t believe we’re going to see an actor perform!” Jasper beamed, looking to Coriander in his excitement. 

She managed to nod, unable to match his enthusiasm.

“You flatterer.” The man bowed gallantly. “Are you two travelling together? A trip around the world after a wedding, perhaps?”

Coriander instantly flushed, stammering helplessly, eyes on the ground. 

Jasper, though his ears burned as well, managed at least to speak. “We’re friends, sir. I’m a pilgrim on my way to Berall, and I met Miss Tippit here along the way.”

“Tippit?” The man eyed Coriander, and she shrank further back. “I know that name. Where do I know that name from?”

“We’ve come with Mister Waites. It seems like he talks about Miss Tippit’s mother quite a lot.”

The man clapped a hand to his breast and laughed heartily -- too heartily for the situation, Coriander thought, and wondered if it had been rehearsed. “Ah, Annie! Of course you’re friends with Annie. He doesn’t stop talking about Bess, young man, mark my words on that. Which means you, good Miss, must have come to see about the physician then, eh?”

She nodded.

“Good, good. Come see me after the performance, would you? I’ll arrange for some rooms.”

Jasper grinned. “Oh, thank you, but -- I think we ought to find the inn keep, shouldn’t we”

The man laughed again. “Your search is up, dear boy. Here I am.” He bowed gallantly. “The one and only Randallin.” He stood upright with all the grandeur of an actor.

Jasper’s smile widened to match Randallin’s, and he held the letter out with reverence. “Sir, I met a ma-- er. Someone on the edge of town today. They asked me to give you this.”

“What’s this? A letter?” Randallin took it in one large hand and inspected the ribbon holding it closed. “Violet. Always a violet ribbon. I wonder…” He opened it, and his rouged face turned redder. His valorous grin softened into a giggling simper, and he covered his face. “Ah. I see. Forgive me, this is terribly embarrassing. I can’t hold any composure when I get a love letter from him.”

“You know who it is?”

Randallin shook his head, still aflutter. “No, but I have my hopes. And now I can’t go on. Not like this. I’ll titter through a tragedy.”

Jasper shook his head. “No! You must! We’ve come all this way. It’d be a crime not to see the great Randallin perform, wouldn’t it, Miss Tippit?”

Coriander flinched under the gaze of both men, and shrank into herself. If she hadn’t been holding Jasper’s arm at that point, it’s likely she would have fainted on the spot.

Still, Randallin took it as a positive, and mumbled a bit before shaking his head. “Oh, very well, very well. I’ll see what I can do. Thank you, thank you.” He pulled a coin purse from his pockets and placed a handsome silver piece into Jasper’s flustered hand, before raising his hood and slinking inside.

Randallin seemed to be of the belief that he was unnoteworthy, if not invisible, as he slunk through the crowd. Coriander could track his progress by the position of the bemused glances, followed quickly by amused grins that followed in his wake. Was he so recognisable despite the cloak, or was this a common enough occurence that the disguise had become part of the act?

Jasper leaned over to whisper, “He’s somewhat conspicuous, don’t you think?”

“Don’t think for a second anyone doesn’t know who he is.”

The pair turned to see Waites having finished with the stablemaster, grinning affectionately inside. “Did you give him the letter?”

Jasper nodded. “Mister Runwell seems to be a frequent writer, by the looks of things.”

“You have no idea.” He shook his head. “Come, let’s go find a place to watch.”

Coriander blanched at the idea of braving the crowd. It seemed they’d be better off fording a raging river with a hole-riddled raft, even if the crowd wasn’t half as dense or rowdy as she thought. But it was an enclosed room with more than enough noise and strangers, and it left her missing her quiet home already, where the only crowds she knew were festivals -- which she only watched from the sidelines anyway -- and the occasional swarm of honeybees in search of a new hive.

The idea of speaking up, however, was all the more imposing, and she let Jasper guide her inside. He glanced at her repeatedly, however, and ensured they stuck close to the walls, even if Waites moved further in to get a better view.

The cloaked figure of Randallin reached the far side of the inn where a set of stairs led to the second floor. He stopped at the landing halfway up, facing the wall, head bowed so that he looked almost like a standing stone in the middle of a building. The conversation of the crowd became a bit stiffer -- as if they wanted to go silent, but knew they were supposed to keep talking until Randallin gave a specific sign.

He slowly lowered the hood. The cloak fell to his feet. His voice filled the entire room, silencing the crowd as he spoke: “Prue. The fiddle, if you please.”

A song kicked up from the rafters. In the shadows, a dark figure played a scuffed instrument, picking out a jaunt that Coriander knew.

Nobody made a sound, however, when the words began. Nobody but Randallin, who sang slightly off key, making over dramatic gestures and expressions as he serenaded the crowd about how pigsies had come in the night while he drank and laughed with an old friend, and all the wicked things they did.

By the third verse, the crowd finally started singing along, if only sparsely. Most of them were caught up in Randallin’s antics, though they did clap along. He danced and spun and produced a mask from somewhere at one point, only to discard it after half a stanza. The ending came with an especially grand flourish, as he picked the cloak up once more and twirled it around himself, revealing a vibrant purple cape hemmed with stars. 

Applause and cheers went up among the crowd. Randallin bowed gallantly before making his way back down to greet his guests. It seemed more than half of them had only come for the performance itself, making their way out into the night only a few moments after it had ended.

Coriander was in awe. Her mouth hung ajar, eyes wide and glittering in the candlelight as Randallin made his way back to them. She risked a glance up to the rafters again, where the shadowed musician still hung, peering down on them with big, dark eyes. She could somewhat make out a form -- a tall, thin individual with a cloud of tightly-curled hair around their face. Beyond that, however, she wasn’t able to see much.

Randallin was flushed, glowing from the cheer and attention. He puffed his chest out, grinning like a proud child, and asked, “Well? How was I?”

“As charm--” Waites began, but Jasper butted in all too quickly.

“You were magnificent, sir! You commanded the stage like you were born for it. If I were to be bold, I’d wonder what you were doing here, rather than in Starbor’s theater district.”

Above them, the dark figure moved, crawling over and around the rafters, fiddle in hand, silent as a cat.

Randallin dipped his head, nodding and chuckling. “I dare say I have a fan before me. Next thing I know he’ll be asking for my autograph.”

“Oh?” Jasper eye’s glittered.

The men continued to talk. Coriander tracked the figure’s movements. They didn’t seem to be hiding per se, but though the crowd had thinned properly, they continued to climb through the shadows in a round-about way over to where she and the men stood.

“I should admit, I’ve been acting most of my life. I’ve had the stage more than I perhaps deserved, but only one man in all of Mowry seemed to take up issue.”

“Who could--” Jasper began.

“Are you really talking about this again?” The figure leapt down from the shadows, landing squarely between them -- the tenant from the stables. They were almost two heads taller than Randallin, all long limbs and bony joints. Their natural hair stuck out at all angles, and they were dressed androgynously, with an unimpressed look apparently permanently etched into their freckled face.

Randallin pulled a pout. “Don’t be cruel.” He brightened almost immediately, however, clapping a hand onto their shoulder. “Everyone, please meet my most excellent employee, Prue Orlev. Please use they and them when referring to them in the third person. Prue, you know Annie, and that’s Bestina’s girl Coriander and my new biggest fan, Jasper.”

Prue nodded to each of them politely without a smile, and turned back to Randallin. “I think everyone in Mowry knows about you and Satish already.”

“Satish?” Jasper echoed. His eyes glittered again, a smile growing on his lips. “But that’s--”

Coriander shot him a panicked look, reaching out to tap him just quickly enough before realizing what she was doing and withdrawing.

Jasper looked over with worry, frowning. “Miss Tippit? Is everything all right?” 

She wasn’t sure how to explain that they probably shouldn’t reveal Satish’s identity without his permission. It seemed … well, rude, at the very least.

But Jasper seemed to understand and winked, while Waites looked on with a suppressed, all too amused grin. “That is to say, we met Satish on our way in. He seemed very kind.”

“Make no mistake, dear boy,” Randallin insisted. “That man can be as devious as a serpent if the mood strikes him.”

“Serpents aren’t devious,” Prue said. 

“Of course not -- it’s just a turn of phrase. I know how much you love your Calliope. Has she eaten yet?”

“She’s in my pocket.”

“Spooked by the mouse once again, eh?”

“She’s learning.”

Waites went pale. “Oh -- well. It’s lovely to see you both again. I think I might go sit down.”

Jasper watched, confused, as Waites made his way to a table and eased himself into a chair. “Is he afraid of snakes?”

“Terrified,” Randallin mourned, shaking his head. “Poor thing. Calliope wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well -- she couldn’t catch a fly if she tried. Is she still afraid of flies, Prue?”

Prue shrugged. “I haven’t checked.”

“Ah -- well. Nothing to be done for it. Hand her over, if you please, and show these fine folks to their rooms, would you? I think Annie could use a lie down, don’t you think?”

All eyes went to Waites, who indeed looked like he could use a fainting couch and a stiff drink.

Prue nodded. They reached into their pocket, extracting a handsome, if timid, yellow snake that curled up into a ball the second it saw the outside world.

Randallin cooed gently as he took the snake, placing it in his own pocket. “One for the gentlemen and one for the good lady, if you please.”

Another nod, and Prue turned on their heel. “This way, please.”

“Annie, best to join them before it’s too late.”

Waites nodded, pulling himself up from his chair with some difficulty. Coriander hesitated, wondering if she ought to rush to his side, make sure he was able to walk all right. But by the time he’d taken the few steps over to where she and the others stood, he seemed mostly recovered.

“How’ve you been, Prue?” he asked, his smile mostly returned and genuine.

“The same.”

And that was it for conversation. Prue gestured, and led them to their rooms.

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hiya everyone! I’m dev ( use any pronouns, mine are up in the air rn ), and this is my social justice baby jacki! please hmu for plotting - I’d love to really develop something with each of you! bio below!

trigger warnings for racism, sexism, and police brutality.

✘ CHARACTER BASICS

Skeleton Title: The Cavalier Faceclaim: Laura Harrier Jacqueline “Jacki” Reynolds | Twenty-Two | Cis-Female | She/Her | May 18th

✘ CHARACTER BACKGROUND

The Gist: 

Jacqueline is the oldest daughter of Susan and Barry Reynolds. Born in 1969, just two years after the Supreme Court Case Loving v. Virginia legalized interracial marriage across the United States, Jacqueline was one of the first interracial children in her small Idaho hometown. 

A couple years and two younger brothers later, the Reynolds family decided to move to Graingerville to be closer to a big city. It was clear from a very young age that Jacqueline was smarter than her years - she exceeded in school from day one, and always preferred reading to the rowdy games at recess. 

Although she was incredibly intelligent for her age, Jacki always had trouble fitting in. The other black kids thought she wasn’t black enough because of her white mother; the white kids took one look at her rich dark skin and knew she wasn’t one of them. While she managed to find her own group of friends who didn’t care much either way in terms of her race, the underlying discrimination and confusion based on being from a mixed family stuck with her for a long time.

When Jacki entered middle school, her father started telling her stories of his own adolescence - while Jacki worried about math quizzes and essays, Barry was fighting for his rights every single day. He became a lawyer because of it, and after hearing about the Civil Rights Movement directly from him and her other relatives, Jacki decided she wanted to be a lawyer too.

As Jacki got older, her peers began partying more often, rebelling against their parents to make a statement, to be reckless and bold with no apologies. Jacki tried that phase for a minute (but quickly ended when she realized she cared more about what her parents thought of her than her friends from school). Instead of completely locking herself away from the other teenagers in Graingerville, she chose a more proactive route: everyone at her high school knew if they needed a designated driver, Jacki would be there to lend a helping hand. 

By the end of her sophomore year in high school, Jacki had a perfectly laid-out plan of how to get into either Harvard, Yale, or Stanford majoring in Political Science. Her parents were undoubtedly impressed, and worked to help her achieve her big dreams of getting into top notch schools. 

Needless to say, her plan worked. After graduating as valedictorian from her high school, Jacki was off to Yale majoring in Political Science with a minor in American History. Yale pushed Jacki to her absolute limits in the best way - she worked harder than ever, made lifelong friends, and even had her first boyfriend (his name was Liam, and they dated for one semester before she dumped him during finals week because he was distracting her). 

Although Jacki entered college with the hopes of becoming a lawyer, the more she learned about the Civil Rights Movement and the treatment of black people in American history, the more she wanted to immediately help those in need. She had been eyeing the possibility of Law School for a while, but it wasn’t until she moved back home to Graingerville post-college graduation that she changed her career path slightly.

The Big Freakout Event of 1990 threw her family for a loop. Her younger brothers were just about to start their sophomore and senior years of high school, her mother had just been promoted at the hospital, and her father had just won a huge case against the unjust arrest of two young black men. But when people with psionic powers and lizard deers terrorize the streets out of the blue, the world sort of pauses for a while. 

When the dust had settled from the craziness of the BFE, Jacki found herself wanting to help more directly. Being a lawyer helps those accused of a crime - she wanted to help protect the people of Portland from...whatever the crazy shit out there was. She was still torn between being a lawyer or moving to a different career choice when another event influenced her decision.

In March of 1991, Rodney King was horrendously beaten by police officers in Los Angeles. It was unjust, it was unfair, and it was entirely based on race. The trial for the police officers in question was scheduled for the following year, as these sorts of things take time, but it was that one event (and reading about other racist events prior to the Rodney King beating), that led Jacki to join the Portland Police Department.

She was the top of her class at the Police Academy (she’s always had a penchant for rules and regulations), and with marks like that, she was absolutely sure she’d start making tidal waves once she was officially on the force.

Unfortunately, they had her saving cats from trees, dealing with parking tickets, and lost elderly people roaming the streets. 

The Emerging Threats Unit looks better and better by the day. Jacki’s dreamed of helping people since she was little - why won’t the higher ups let her just do it? She’s starting to get sick of pushing papers around while she could be making the world a better place. Luckily, that Yale degree is coming in handy - she’s doing her best to study up on the supernatural stuff going on around town, and she’s determined to be the expert on all things crazy in this place if it kills her.

Jacqueline Reynolds has no supernatural powers unless you count her unnerving organization skills or her endless knowledge on the historical racism in America thus far (both of which cause her major exhaustion and/or frustration, which I would deem a consequence for her power).

✘ “STAY WEIRD PORTLAND”

One wall of her apartment bedroom looks like a conspiracy theory wall. She’s incredibly organized, yes, but her obsession with being the expert on all things supernatural in Portland has caused her to look a little bit like a nutcase. However, the conspiracy theory wall is prettier than other conspiracy theory walls in TV shows and movies because hers comes with color coordinated strings, index cards, and pens. Sometimes when she’s feeling frisky, she even manages to color coordinate the thumbtacks. 

While Jacki is a picture perfect student, she has no clue what it means to be good at maintaining a romantic relationship. Absolutely no idea what she’s doing. Flirting often goes right over her head. She can give you historical dates and supernatural factoids up the wazoo, but hit her with a one-liner and she just sort of stares...and then walks away.

✘ ASPECTS & SKILLS

Straight A Student: Jacki never earned less than an A- in her entire academic career (a fact that her parents remind her younger brothers of every single day). She excels in history and English, and performs well in math and sciences. Although art has never really been her thing, her ability to give it a try has always earned her at least an A- in class.

Strong, Smart, Underestimated Woman: It’s 1991. She’s a Yale graduate, incredibly intelligent, resilient as hell, and determined to serve justice and protect those around her. She is fierce by any definition of the word, but that doesn’t mean everyone sings her praises. Some men find her strength frightening. Some others find her intelligence to be overbearing, or too “know-it-all” for their liking. She’s underestimated, and often given the dirty work rather than the work she joined the police force for, and she knows it.

I Have to Do What’s Right: Even though Jacki loves rules, regulations, and the like, sometimes the rules are wrong. That’s why she started training with The Fighter. That’s why she’s studying up on supernatural occurrences. And that’s why she’s more than willing to protect people who aren’t in the wrong. I mean come on, it’s not anybody’s fault that some of these people have powers - just because people fear them for being different doesn’t excuse any harm that comes their way, and Jacki has made it her mission to protect people with powers as long as they don’t maliciously hurt others.

Great: Will Good: Notice, Academics Fair:    Investigate, Shoot, Lore Aver:   Athletics, Stealth, Drive, Fight

✘ AESTHETIC

A brand new pack of index cards. Happy family photos on the wall. Clean laundry. The same haircut every time. Highlighted textbooks. Annotated novels. Reading the newspaper thoroughly. Fresh scented candles. Conspiracy theory strings. Too much coffee. Waking up to sunlight peeking through the window. Horrible headaches. Extra poster boards for future rallies and marches. Sleeping alone. Speaking quickly for efficiency’s sake. Gin and tonics. Being overwhelmed by large social situations. Studying without being assigned to. Forgetting to sleep. Forgetting to eat. Forgetting to take a moment to just breathe. Justice. Family dinners on Thursdays. Bending the law for things that are right. Ironed clothes. A color-coded planner. Wearing a retainer every night to bed like you’re supposed to. Bob Dylan CDs. Perfectly polished badges. Quiet breakfasts. Practical clothes.

✘ SEASON 2, EPISODE 1

If anyone else were to see what Jacki’s apartment looked like, they’d think it was just as clean as ever. But by her standards? Her room was a mess. Textbooks on the history of time and space stacked high on her desk; questionably sourced papers on the existence of supernatural creatures in our universe highlighted, annotated, and in their own folders; four mugs of coffee, all of them empty and lined up on top of her dresser. She would get to the bottom of this case. If her boss didn’t want her on anything more important than parking tickets, she’d work the Emergency Threat Unit cases on her own time. Sure, Jacki was losing sleep by the minute, but it would be worth it when crisis inevitably hit Portland again and she was the best resource they had. Plus, now she had a friend to help her improve her combat skills! She’d be prepared for anything, with a twelve-step solution to the next Big Freakout Event to hit her town. Just like her dad always told her: “If you can’t be the boss, be better than them.”

Please feel free to message me for any plots! I have a wimpy ass plotting page here, so feel free to look at that for inspiration!

[divine-peach]

past life reading for @dasvidaniyafarewell

Memory:

“Shh, shh!” I turn around, finger to my smiling lips in the universal ‘quiet!’ sign as I face my siblings, brother and sister, who haven’t stopped their constant giggling throughout our journey through the undergrowth. My sister lets out a peal of laughter she quickly covers up with a hand while my brother continues his sniggering. I sigh, trying to form a stern look upon my face. “Is it that hard to ask you to be quiet for once?” I ask exasperatedly, the urgency of what we were doing, what we were about to do, catching up to me. “Be quiet, please,” I plead. Perhaps they realised the urgency of the situation or they heard something in my voice because they start to quiet down, putting on a mask of seriousness. “What do we do now?” My younger sister asks, crawling up from behind her brother to come to move closer to me. I place my arm around her, hugging her close to my body. She snuggled up closer to me, like a small bunny looking for warmth. I smile fondly down at her, before looking up to meet the gaze of my brother. My brother whose stormy grey eyes held countless emotions. He was the stranger of the family, born with pale blonde hair and grey/light blue eyes, completely different to my parents, my other siblings and my own darker looks. His mouth was set in a determined line, in his right hand, the smaller dagger I had gifted him. “What have you got there?” I ask teasingly, tampering down the small tendril of fear I felt at the slightly vacant look in his eyes. He turns to look at me, taking a minute to snap out of whatever daze he was placed in. He frowned, scrunching his nose; “shut up,” he spat out with no real malice. I let out a small chuckle at that.

Something rustles up ahead and I tense, my grip around my sister tightening that she lets out a tiny noise of surprise. I look down at her quickly and sharply, before my focus is back to the vague direction from where the sound came from, all senses on alert. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my brother’s knuckles turn white as he grips his quaint dagger.  I raise one eyebrow at him, silently urging him to not make any hasty moves or do anything just yet, his confirmation to my order reflected in his jerky short half nod.

Every muscle in my body is tense, alert, like a fox that has just scented its prey, or a potential predator. I try and peer through the bushes we had hidden behind, my vision mostly obscured by the green foliage. My eyes widened at the sound of mumbled chatter, the sound of someone pouring water and then the sudden smell of a campfire. I could see the sunlight glint of their armoured clothing, causing my eyes to narrow. Then suddenly my vision was obscured by dark brown trousers and grey, a soldier, a mercenary having led his horse over to our hiding spot. I tense in fear now, the fox with eyes wide open at having been cornered. My brother lets out a quiet curse, vibrating and I pray to the gods that he just stays still. My sister turns her head into my side, most of her obscured by her light brown cloak. I hold my breath, counting in my head, my very being screaming at me to fight or flee. The air leaves me in a quiet breeze as the shadow retreats - the man had stopped whatever action he was doing beside our hiding spot. I relax, feeling tired after the rather tense ordeal. Yet, it wasn’t over just yet. We still needed to steal some provisions and get out of here, carrying as much as we could back without getting caught. I look again at the group, thinking of a new way of accomplishing our task.

Appearance:

You had dark brown eyes, appearing almost black in certain lights, that were framed with heavy dark lashes to suit. You had dark/heavily tanned skin, almost bronze coloured, from spending many hours in the sun, skin which was occasionally dotted with smaller darker sunspots. You were graced with a beautiful set of dark brown, curly hair, the tight and springy kind, which your family believed represented your personality a lot - sociable and out-going. You were considered quite beautiful, yet neither more or less beautiful than your sisters, who were each blessed with their own kind of beauty. You believed you took a lot from your mother, both in personality and looks, while your eldest sibling was more alike with your father.

In the memory, you were wearing a plain set of clothes. You often wore a cloak that was quite rough to touch, and earthy in appearance, yet you loved it lots.

Traits & Characteristics:

You were not as rowdy as your brother, but you were still quite lively, in a charmingly cheeky manner. You were sweet in how you treated others and came off, your exuberant and social nature considered to be quite endearing. You were very much like a mini-mother, taking care of your younger siblings and making sure to spend time with them, as well as acting as emotional support for your older sister, who wasn’t as close with the younger ones as you were. Sometimes, it would be emotionally draining spending time with your older sibling, yet you wish to help her and you empathised with her.

Though you were sociable and greeted many of the village residents, you were quite private, not revealing much about yourself to others.

Major Themes:

Woodland/Nature

Karmic retribution

Care & guidance (of others and for the self)

Emotion

Separation

Support (or lack of)

Notes:

Your guardian actually showed me your memory.

You were the second eldest sibling. You had two younger siblings and one older sibling who you were close too, though the younger ones were not as close, probably due to the age difference.

I believe the origin of your previous life was somewhere in Eastern Europe, however, I’m unsure of the exact location.

This event took place somewhere in the 17th century (1600′s).

A lot of wildlife imagery, such as rabbits, foxes, pigeons and horses throughout this life.

Your mother was a role model for you, stories you heard of her were considered inspirational. Your mother didn’t appear in many memories after the birth of the young sister.

Your father was a kind but stoic man. He was a tall and understanding figure in your life yet you rarely saw him for he worked long hours. Your older sister was closer to your father than you or your other siblings.

[accio-ambition]

No Good Deed (4/15)

Summary: Killian Jones is a gentleman. He and his brother pride themselves on the matter, even if it ends with harm to them. So when an angry ex of Killian’s client bites him, he tends to the wound, watches it heal, and thinks no more of it.Until he wakes up in a closet on his ship with no memory of what happened the night of the full moon. Fleeing from the unknown, the brothers Jones find Storybrooke, and with it, Emma Swan, who is a lot more familiar with their situation than anyone could expect. And when an old foe comes to their new home, Killian has to rely on new talents to keep those he loves safe. Rating: M for language, violence, some sexual content. (better safe than sorry) Content warnings: violence

pssst. PSSST. imma let you in on a secret. that person you've been wondering about? the one where you're like, "i know they're going to show up, where are they, cmon, hurry up?" they're here in this chapter ;) but SHHHH. as always, thanks a billion million gazillion to Taylor (@killiarious​) and Tragic (@wellhellotragic​) for all of the work that they've put into this. i feel like i haven't appreciated you guys enough because I know i haven't, and I'm trying to think of ways to repay that don't involve selling my soul. and another gajillion thanks to the mods at @captainswanbigbang​ for all the hard work and blood and sweat and tears they sunk into organizing this.

Ayo, you know the AO3 drill

Chapter Four

It’s rough, finding a new place outside of a city so populated. Killian’s left mostly to himself to look at places with Liam pulling more shifts at the station. At first, they look at Brooklyn and other places nearby, somewhere, in theory, Liam could keep his position and commute. He even goes so far as to look at some apartments. But they’re too expensive and populated. Together, they decide to look elsewhere.

A lot of elsewheres.

It takes a couple tries - Boston’s still too populated, Savannah too hot, among a slew of other towns of varying sizes - before they finally head as far north as they can.

“Canada’s got lots of forests, right?” Killian asks, staring at a map of the eastern seaboard from the passenger’s seat. After Liam’s last pay-for-muscle job, they hopped in the car and started driving. “We could take a pit stop at Niagara.”

“We’d have to change citizenship,” Liam says practically, focused on switching lanes on the highway. He sighs as he looks forward. “Maybe we just drive up to Maine and call it quits when we stop for gas.”

Killian laughs. “Who are you? That’s far too spontaneous for my brother’s brain.”

Liam shrugs. “What can I say? Life on the move has spurned a wee bit of something in me.”

Settling into the seat, Killian folds up the map as best he can and takes to staring out the window. He watches other cars, trees and guardrails, the occasional billboard pass by. His transformation is coming soon - he can feel an inkling of it in his bones - and they’ve got to find somewhere he can run free without hurting anyone, especially his brother.

He briefly falls asleep and wakes up as Liam pulls into a gas station. The sun is setting over the treetops. When he looks around, Killian notices there’s not much else around. A stoplight a little further down the road, some quaint little houses and shops.

“Where are we?” he asks, voice groggy.

“Storybrooke, Maine,” Liam answers. “Welcome to our new home.”

They’ve found something of a gem in Storybrooke. A small town, for sure, but large enough to spawn something of a suburb and boast two completely different grocery stores. But that’s not the charm that solidifies Storybrooke as their new homebase.

Since both of them have worked with, in, and around water and the sea, it’s a bit of an unspoken agreement between brothers that they have to move somewhere with a harbor. It’s a remnant of their childhoods, what’s left of the memory of their father that left them and their mother in the lurch. Every Sunday, their mother would take them down to the docks and walk along them along the water. Killian couldn’t be sure, but he liked to think that she found a connection with her former husband in the horizon on the other side of the water. It’s a feeling that runs stronger in Killian’s veins than Liam’s, probably due to the fact that Killian was younger and more naive, unknowing of the pain and uncomfortableness that their father left behind as Liam did. Still, there’s a certain solace the sea provides the brothers Jones, tainted memories included. How would one know what happiness is were it not for the sadness that came before it?

Killian finds a new job as the harbormaster, in charge of all the comings and goings of ships and boats. It brings him a certain sense of peace, something he could never really find even when he sailed the ferry across the Hudson River.

Much to Killian’s pleasure, Liam seems to settle in better than he does, if possible. Of all the odd jobs he’s worked in his life, the ad in the newspaper for a sheriff’s deputy - no experience required, training paid for - is the perfect fit. He’s already bossy, a leader, and a natural rule upholder.

“Finally,” Killian exhales, his forehead all but slamming on the kitchen table in front of him. “Now others will see the tribulations of living under your dictatorship.”

Rolling his head from side to side, the closest movement to shaking his head in this position, a thought crosses his mind and causes him to groan. He sits up. “You’re going to be an even more pompous arse with that blasted uniform on, aren’t you?”

They live in what either of them can only describe as a hovel, but it’s a hovel of their own, in their names alone. There’s enough grass around them that they could consider it a yard, especially the first spring they live there, when a surprise crop of buttercups pop up from the earth. Out toward the outskirts of town, it’s got enough rooms to be considered spacious and for each of them to have their own personal space.

Privacy is a very important quality to have when two brothers live together, especially as Liam settles further into his place in town. The inclusion of Elsa in their lives is messy at first. She’s a lovely lass - a bit on the quiet side, but Liam looks at her like she hangs the sun, moon, and stars all at once. And she, in turn, provides his brother a confidante other than Killian himself. Elsa brings out a softer side of Liam, one that Killian hasn’t seen since they were children. Probably not since their mother died and his brother added “guardian” to his resume.

They meet after a rather unfortunate incident: Liam’s covering the night shift while Killian, still a little unsettled from his last transformation, pays a visit to the local bar. He takes notices of the gaggle of ladies in the corner of the bar, sitting around the table and gabbing. As the night rolls on, they get a little too rowdy. When one of them ends up dancing on the table, Killian sees the bartender shake his head and reach for the phone.

A few minutes later, Liam struts in. He nods at Killian when their eyes meet and Killian can’t help but chuckle at the slight relief he spots in his brother’s expression when he realizes his younger brother isn’t the reason he’s been called. Still, he goes up to the man behind the bar and, after a brief discussion, Liam heads over to the table of women. The woman who stands up to deal with his sheriff brother has platinum hair, plaited down over her shoulder. Her hands come up, her motions soft and calming as she separates her friends from Liam.

He can’t hear what the conversation is, but the women settle down and Liam can’t seem to stop smiling. The woman says something to her friends before walking to the bar with his brother. Liam calls over the bartender and a moment later, his brother and Elsa are indulging in their first drink.

The rest, they say, is history.

Killian’s never really a desire for another older sibling, let alone a sister, but Elsa makes him rethink the idea. She adds a domesticity there’s never really been in the Jones residence, but she’s got a quick tongue that surprises everyone, including her adversaries in the courtroom.

Elsa introduces both of them to Storybrooke society, mostly by introducing them to her social butterfly of a sister, Anna. She somehow calms them both down in heated situations, especially between each other, and she does it all without ever raising her voice.

She’s the best thing to happen in their lives - or at least the best for them since Killian aged out of the system.

Unfortunately, they still have to keep Killian’s secret from her. For own safety, Liam insists.

“Liam, she’s practically family now,” Killian argues in whispers. It’s a Thursday evening and Elsa’s come over for dinner. She’s in the bathroom at the moment and Killian’s worried. “She has the right to know, especially when the new moon strikes within a week.”

“She doesn’t need to know, little brother,” Liam fights vehemently. “I’ll stay over at her place, that way we’ll both be out of your way.”

The conversation is cut short due to Elsa’s return, but Killian can’t help rolling his eyes.

“Oh no,” she says quietly, placing her napkin in her lap. “What did I interrupt? I can go in the kitchen and find look at your alcohol collection until you guys sort this out.”

Taking her hand, Liam shushes her with a smile. “No, honey, that’s alright. My little brother just doesn’t understand why I want to spend some time at your place.”

Killian, really having no other choice, plays along. “I don’t understand why because you always come back complaining that Anna wakes you up at ungodly hours.” Looking down at his mostly empty plate, Killian grumbles, “Trust me, I enjoy the reprieve from nightly activity noises.”

Liam scolds him for his inappropriate comment while Elsa hides her giggles behind her napkin.

(She’s truly the best thing to happen to them in a long while.)

0000

With each passing lunar cycle, the pain lessens. It still burns as it takes over his body, but just as with any sort of exercise, the body grows more tolerant. Liam remains the only person to know of his affliction, a fact that Killian fights the closer Liam and Elsa get. His brother finds more and more unusual ways to keep his lady love and himself away from the Jones house during full moons.

When the weather is nice enough, Killian often excuses himself by saying he’s going camping. Elsa doesn’t blink an eye, and if anyone finds him in the woods in any state of dress, he can say he just had a hard night in the forest.

(The ripping of clothes is still a problem when he transforms. A couple months into this experience, one would believe he’d be better at it.)

Killian’s wolf self loves those weekends. No one has run into him in any form, and the variety of creatures running about in the woods pleases him to no end. While he loved every day of living in New York with his brother, Storybrooke has a magical quality about it. Perhaps it’s the forests or the appearance of Elsa in their lives. It could be the accomplishment of adulthood or the freedom this little town gives them. Any number of things might be the reason. Killian fears that pinpointing the exact reason would ruin the magic.

It’s funny how just one small moment can change one’s perception of magical places. Wolf or not, it hits Killian right between the eyes one day.

“Liam!” Killian shouts, the front door to the station slamming shut behind him. Things are quiet down at the docks, fog failing to dissipate as morning turned to afternoon and making sailing conditions too undesirable. He’s got his pile of paperwork down to a manageable level and with the weather as poor as it is, Killian figures that most people are too fatigued by the grey day to commit any sort of crime. So, as he’s prone to do on occasion, he comes to offer Liam an outing for lunch.

When no one responds immediately, Killian walks further into the precinct. He expects to see Ruby or Leroy, the receptionist and other deputy respectively, but both their desks are alarmingly empty. Walking past them, he heads to Liam’s desk, and once he finds it unattended as well, Killian makes his way to the head sheriff’s office. It’s boxed off with half glass walls from the rest of the station, giving the semblance of privacy where there is usually none. Graham, however, installed blinds shortly after his appointment many years ago, and pulls them when he convenes a department meeting, as they are now.

Since his brother’s appointment to deputy, Killian’s skillfully infiltrated Storybrooke’s sheriff department, befriending Graham over a pint and Ruby with a drunk karaoke night or four. He’s walked in on many a department meeting and sat in the back, offering witticisms and snarky remarks when called for. Or even when they’re not.

(Leroy, as loud as he is, has still managed to vex him. The man is always grumpy.)

So he knocks on the glass door of the small room, giving them warning of his entrance, and waltzes in.

“Good morning, esteemed law enforcement of Storybrooke.” His greeting is too loud in the room, a boom of thunder during an otherwise silent night. Observing his surroundings, Killian becomes confused. Liam’s not standing beside the door. Leroy’s not sitting in the trouble seat with Ruby perched on the arm, checking out her nails. And, the most surprising thing he notices, is that Graham isn’t standing behind his desk, hands resting on the top of the wood and shoulders hunched over the week’s docket.

Instead, all four of them are sitting in front of the desk, chairs dragged in from other places in the building. The looks on their faces express concern and something like guilt, though Killian can’t explain why.

And then he looks to where Graham should be standing to discover his place is taken by a blonde woman, with leather-clad arms crossed over her chest.

She’s a marvel: that’s the first real thought that crosses his mind about her. Her stance radiates power, demands respect, and serves as one of the most powerful turn-ons Killian’s ever had the pleasure of being exposed to.

“Can I help you?” she asks, her voice gruff and unimpressed.

At the sound, his eyes shoot up, catching a flick of green as her eyes roll back in her head. Thrown for a moment, Killian shakes his head.

He soon recovers and turns on his swaggery pirate persona, “Well, that depends,” he replies. He gestures to Graham, and then back to her. “How come you’re in Graham’s place?”

There’s a moan from beside him, one Killian recognises as his brother’s. He turns briefly to catch Liam rest his forehead on his hand in disgrace. Killian shrugs. “What? I believe it to be a fair question.”

The blonde shakes her head. “This is a private meeting of sheriff department personnel,” she says. The satisfying clunk of her boots are slow and measured as she comes around the desk, stopping right in front of him. “If you’d please wait outside, someone will be out to help you in a moment.”

She grimaces at him, her poor attempt at a polite smile, then she takes the door frame from his lacking hold. “Thank you.”

Dumbstruck by the turn of events, Killian has no choice but to glance at his brother as he slowly backs out into the bullpen. Liam raises an eyebrow, nonverbally asking him to follow orders, just this once, and they’ll discuss the rest of the matters later.

Conceding defeated, Killian nods his head. "My mistake," he says, much more humbled.

"I apologize for interrupting."

The woman nods as if to say, "Yeah, sure, fine" before shutting the door behind him. Still a little gobsmacked by the unusual turn of events, Killian makes his way back to Liam's desk and takes a seat. He stares aimlessly at the framed photograph on his brother's desk, an identical match to the one that sits on his own desk down in the harbor. It's from when they were younger, one of the first weekends after Liam officially became his guardian. For some reason, he had saved up a ton of money - picking up extra shifts when he could, sleeping minimally for days at a time, and living off of Ramen and boxed macaroni - all so they could go out on a cheap little rented sailboat on a nice Saturday.

The man who owned the boat offered to take a picture of the two of them once they returned from the water. Sunburnt, a bit dehydrated, and smiling wider than either of them could contemplate possible, that was one of the happiest days of Killian's life. Everything finally seemed to be turning up in their favor.

While life or fate had sent he and his brother through the wringer, this turn of events was certainly not one he had seen coming. A new sheriff? It's not as though Graham has done poorly in his position, nor had he suddenly fallen in the line of duty.

But this new arrival is certainly an interesting development.

Staff meetings, or at least the ones he used to be privy to, lasted anywhere from ten to fifteen minutes. A brief greeting, perhaps a jab at Grumpy's expense, then a run down of the assignments for the day, followed by questions, comments, concerns. In and out before your coffee got cold. And while Killian figured, with the change in command and explanation of local quirks, it would go half an hour, maximum. This sheriff seemed to get straight to business, as if she was more excited about filing paperwork than about tackling the town's problems. Killian could sit and play around for a half an hour, no problem. Maybe he'd even take a nap.

But when a half hour passed, and then an hour, and then an hour and a half, Killian finally had enough. There were only so many times he could Facebook stalk his brother's account, or send himself emails from Liam's work account. Only so many Vine compilations and cat videos to be watched. His stomach growling was the last straw. He stood up, completely intending to march right back into Graham's office and call this meeting cruel and unusual punishment when the door he'd been coerced from earlier opened up.

Grumpy appears first, his facial expression much more sour than usual, followed by Graham, who looks like he needed a nap himself. Ruby comes after, her fingers already quickly flickering across her phone in response to texts or tweets or whatever the meeting had caused her to miss. Liam brings up the rear, slogging out with an apologetic look behind him. He’s barely out of the doorway before the glass door slams shut behind him and the shade shimmies down over the window.

"What's got her so uptight?" Killian asks, spinning around in his brother's chair and watching Liam settle in to work.

Liam merely shakes his head. "Get up," he grumbles, "I've got to get to work."

"I thought today was your day to patrol," Killian counters, rising anyways. "I was going to hop in the back and ask for a ride down to my office because I am not walking through that weather again today. Once was more than enough."

Sighing, Liam takes his seat and scoots in, simultaneously logging out of his Facebook and opening up a case file. "I'm not," he replies curtly.

Leaning in, Killian asks, "It's because of her, isn't it?"

"Sheriff Swan's in charge now, so I'm just following her orders."

"So that's the she-devil's name?" Killian ponders aloud, looking at the closed door behind which he knows she's probably so diligently working. Probably cackling over the change in order, cackling over huge piles of paperwork she either can’t wait to do or assign to one of the others. "Swan." To his knowledge, she fits the name: beautiful, mysterious, more than willing to bite at you should you get too close. He sits back against the edge of Liam's desk. "Huh."

"Don't be rude, little brother," Liam chastises. "She's new to town and the only thing she really knows is what she's meant to do as an occupation." He halts his typing long enough to glare at Killian and say, "Exhibit good form, brother. Don't be an arse."

"Don't be an arse," Killian parrots back with a scoff. "Did you tell her that? She scared the shit out of all of you. I've never seen Ruby turn her phone on vibrate and she did for this woman."

"Killian." He turns around to see Ruby, phone in hand, staring at him. "Liam's right. She's just trying to get a feel for what we're all like. You remember how it was when you guys first moved here."

Conceding to that matter, Killian nods slowly. "But neither of us were that rude, were we now, love?"

Ruby sighs. "No," she admits, and in the same breath goes to defend the woman. "But consider it from her shoes: she's replacing the male sheriff in a town in the middle of nowhere. She needs to exert her authority much more than if it were Graham's first day."

"That doesn't give her the right to..." Killian trails off. She is the sheriff, so technically, it does give her the right to kick him out of what should have always been private, sheriff department only conversations. And yet, Killian's riled up now, and he isn't quite ready to admit to being wrong. "What if there was a real emergency?" he asks instead, changing tactics. "She should have at least asked why I was there."

Just as he finishes his question, the woman herself, Swan, pokes her head out from between the door and its jamb. "What’s with the yapping? Is there a problem out here?" she asks before her eyes catch on Killian's. She puts on the same painful fake polite smile on, for his sake he can only assume, and ventures out of her office toward him. "Ah, yes sir, sorry to keep you waiting. How can the sheriff's department help you today?"

“Well, love, I had the hopes of saying hello to my brother and friends here at the station, but I can see that that way of life is no longer approved.” He sticks his hand out for a shake. “Killian Jones, at your service.”

“Jones?”

“Yes ma’am.” He nods toward Liam’s desk. “Younger brother to Deputy Liam Jones and occasional department volunteer.”

“Ah,” she hums, and Killian has to hide the slight smile of satisfaction he gets from seeing her face fall. Carefully, she places her hand in his. “Well, I’m sorry for being curt.”

Hoping to rock her world even further, Killian pulls her hand to his lips and press them against her knuckles. He catches a hint of red on her cheeks and hears her small, sharp intake of breath.

Mission accomplished. Even if it earns him a groan from Graham, a cackle from Ruby, and a scolding from his brother.

Swan pulls her hand away from him, brushing it against her thigh. “Mr. Jones, as the sheriff here in Storybrooke now, I’ll have to insist you act professional when you visit the department,” she orders. “Now, I’ve got a lot to catch up on, as do the rest of my coworkers, so I’m asking you politely to leave before things get ugly.”

“That, love, sounds like a promise.” This time, everyone groans at his gall, including Leroy. Holding up his hands, Killian slowly backs away. “I know when I’ve been bested. I’ll see myself out.”

With a solemn nod, Swan heads back into her office. Killian salutes Liam, waves at Graham and Leroy, and winks at Ruby on his way. It’s still soaking with no signs of letting up. He sighs.

“I don’t like her attitude,” Killian mumbles before heading out into the rain. “I don’t like it one bit.”

It turns out to be an absolute lie.

Killian has already prided himself on finding the toughest woman in the bar or the pub, at the party or the event, and wooing her into his bed. Or hers, he really isn't picky. A challenge, he used to say to his friends in New York. He liked a woman who proved to be a challenge.

(It was a rare find. One look and listen to him and almost any woman who had a slight inclination toward him was putty in his hands.)

This time, however, the toughest woman has managed to find him.

Swan proves to be the most difficult nut to crack yet. And, somehow, they fall in to an unlikely friendship nearly immediately. There's something in her that Killian responds to on a subconscious level himself. She snaps at the slightest insult, almost as though she's been fighting for her own way in life as long as he has. The first occasion Granny sends lunch for the whole department via the K. Jones Express, he spots the wild look in her eyes as she nearly pounces on the brown bags. They're all labeled with names, made special for each member of the sheriff's office, but Emma quickly opens and searches each one with the ferocity of a hungry teenager.

When she finally finds hers, she grabs it and takes it back into her office, the door all but slamming shut behind her. Curious, Killian brushes off the thanks Ruby and Graham give him in order to follow Swan cautiously to her home turf.

Gently pushing the door open, Killian peeks in. Swan's sitting at her desk inhaling her food, barely taking enough of a break to swallow and sip at her drink.

"So," he casually says, stepping into the room. She looks like a deer in the headlights, sandwich half-eaten, her mouth stuck open for another bite. "What did our dear Granny send for you today?"

Slowly, Emma places her sandwich back on the foil it was wrapped in and brushes her hands of crumbs. "Grilled cheese and onion rings," she answers.

"What a peculiar combination," Killian muses. He takes a seat in the trouble seat, right across from her. He notices her eyes narrow fractionally as he settles comfortably into the chair.

"Onion rings are better than fries." She says it as though it's a fact.

Killian shrugs. "I wasn't saying anything otherwise, love," he says. "It's just not a combination one sees very often."

Picking up her sandwich and taking another healthy bite, Emma chews in order to stall their conversation. Killian just waits, stares at her. He's never been one to find himself uncomfortable with silence, but this is certainly one of the least uncomfortable situations he's found himself in in recent memory. As he sits there, he notices the way Swan's hair curls slightly and falls from behind her ear, or the freckles that sprinkle her nose and cheeks. They haven't known each other for too long, but Killian finds it a little bit funny that he just now notices them.

Swallowing, Swan sends him a grimace, one he takes willingly. It's not as pained as it was when they first made acquaintance and with each passing meeting, it seems to get a little more genuine. Or at least it's heading in that direction.

"Not that I have to explain anything to you," she says, an attempt at being menacing, "but it's my favorite. It's comforting."

Killian nods in understanding. He claps his hands together, making her jump and causing a small grin to cross his lips. "Well, I'm glad the cold, hard sheriff does have a warm spot in her heart," he teases.

Emma sneers at him and rolls her eyes. "Har har," she says. Shooing him away, she adds, "Get out. I have work to do."

"I'm sure you do. That must be the reason you are swallowing Granny's delicious food whole and not because you're used to fighting for food." Killian winks at her. "You're obviously very devoted to your position and want to get back to your responsibilities as swiftly as possible, aye?"

He watches as she gulps a little bit harder at his words, and he knows with satisfaction that he's hit the nail on the head. Her head slowly nods up and down. Killian sends her a wink.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs. With a tilt of his head, he bows out of the room.

"Until next time, dear Swan."

[medusa-says-imagines]

Finding You Part 1- Baron Corbin

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing anything with an A/B/O dynamic at all, and I’ve added my own spin of sorts to things to make it my own. This will be a multipart series. This does not contain smut, and I don’t know if it will later down the road.

The buzz of the back stage area was making my skin crawl. I’ve never been one to handle crowds very well. It’s something that I’ve struggled with since high school. Odd huh? A person who performs in front of thousands of people on a weekly basis has social anxiety… Well it’s true, and I hate it.

I already had my match for the night, and no matter which corner I turned there was always a group there talking loudly and goofing around. I just wanted some quiet. That’s all I wanted. My adrenaline was driving me crazy, and mixed with my anxiety it was not a good situation. I needed to calm down, but I didn’t want to take my medication while at work, even though the higher ups are aware of that, and don’t care as long as I’m not on my medication while in a match due to personal safety, and the safety of the person I’m in the ring with. Which is funny since we literally beat each other up for a living.

The only problem with that was, is that my medication is in the locker room, and I didn’t want all of the girls to know… I didn’t want anyone to know really. I eventually decided that I needed my medication, and rushed to the locker room, ignoring the curious glances from the girls as I rushed to my bag, and pulled out my pills with shaky hands, not caring who saw.

I grabbed my bag, and just tried to find some quiet place to relax until I hitched a ride to the hotel and to the next town. There was no way I was driving like this, but that wasn’t my concern right now, Raw still had another couple hours left, so that gives me plenty of time.

Life on the road was never easy for an Omega who didn’t have mate, especially a female who is high strung and gets overwhelmed by too many loud sounds, but we really don’t need to talk about that right now. I found a quiet room, completely abandoned, and I sighed in relief. If need be, I could always just stay an extra night and just fly out early in the morning… I have plenty saved up to do that.

I have no idea why I was reacting this way… usually I was able to push out the chaos going on around me and just take it easy, but that wasn’t the case tonight. It was no where near my time of the month, that just came and went, so that wasn’t it… Unless…

No that couldn’t be.

The rarity of me finding my mate nowadays is super rare. Decades ago majority of young parents tried a movement that swept the nation to alter their genes that would prevent them and their children from succumbing to their other side, essentially turning themselves into betas… not as strong as the alphas… not as adaptable as the omegas to others needs… but no where near as unruly as either of the two. My parents were naturalists and did not agree with the treatment, so here I am, and it’s too late to get the treatment. The government banned it twenty years ago since it had it’s major unpredictable side effects.

Of course them being naturalists had it’s downfall. We were always moving from camp to camp, my father never submitting his will to another alpha, so we would be forced to leave eventually, because my father would cause problems. Of course I was a bratty child who spoke up about this all the time because I was foolish and didn’t know my place… well father would put me in my place. Of course I thought this was normal until we went to one camp where one of their elders mentioned to me that it wasn’t normal for fathers to hit their daughters. Not even normal for an alpha to hit their packmates.

When I brought that up… it was hell. Especially when I became of age and left the nomadic life behind… well kind of. At least now I have a permanent home of sorts to return to. Once I escaped my father’s clutches I did indeed learn that most naturalists were like that… beating their kids… or even moving from camp to camp. That was just my father.

The door to my little haven burst open, and I yelped in surprise, drawing my knees to my chest in defense. Yeah. Growing up the way I did really fucked me up. “Shit.” Someone said. I looked up with wide frightful eyes, the medication not having a chance to fully kick in yet. There stood a man… a very tall man… with countless tattoos… with his hair covered by a beanie. I knew his face from the other show that our company produces, but I’ve never met him.

I realized now why there were so many strangers around. They were starting to swap people in an out between the companies. “You.” I whispered, feeling the longing return. The overwhelming desire to curl up in his lap making me stress out, not able to sit comfortably, but rather restless.

“Yo! Corbin!” someone shouted. I jumped at the sudden sound, whimpering, and the man stepped closer to me, almost as if it was his very instinct to protect me, feeling my distress… because who knew… he probably did. I didn’t know what it was like to be an alpha. “What are you-“ someone said. Baron let out a growl at the person, and he moved slightly, and I saw that it was Seth. He was a nice guy. Always looked out for me when crowds would get too rowdy. “Easy man. What are you…” Seth asked confused. Apparently this wasn’t his normal behavior. Huh. So he felt it too. Not just me. Seth peaked around, and he smiled when he saw me, a look of realization flashing across his features.

“Relax, Baron. Congrats. I won’t hurt her. I’m usually the one who helps her when she’s like this. No wonder why you were so twitchy tonight. Kept reminding me of her. Now I know why.” Seth said grinning. “Hey ‘Mara.” He said, waving at me. I gave him a slight smile, before I turned back in on myself.

I heard the boys talking about something, but eventually it went silent, and the door shut, causing me to look up. Baron stood there, leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest, and gave me a thoughtful look. “You’re calmer than before. Not as shaky.” He said, raising his own hand to demonstrate. I nodded my head in response, not finding my voice.

“Seth told me that sometimes you get really anxious, and that you have medication to help. Did you take it?” he asked. I nodded again, feeling the effects of the medication swirl around my blood stream. He sighed, and sank down to the floor. “Shit, I’m sorry, Amara. You were probably oversensitive from me being in the building.” He said.

I blankly stared at him. “You’re not… You’re not mad? Calling me a freak? That I’m weak? A disgrace?” I asked, finding my voice.

His eyes widened at my words, and he rapidly shook his head, “Absolutely not, Amara. God, what happened to y-“

“Not now please. I’ll tell you… but just not now.” I said, looking down at my fingers, finding my nails suddenly very interesting all of a sudden.

“Seth told me that he usually helps you when you’re like this…” he said. Standing up, and crossed the small room, kneeling down to my huddled form. He gently raised his hand, and brushed my damp hair out of my face. I leaned into his touch, and if I was in my right mind I would be completely embarrassed by my own actions. “That you can’t drive… you’re out of it… need help with basic things.” He said.

“M’not usually like this.” I said, sighing, closing my eyes, letting myself feel weak.

“Yeah, just let me take care of you in the meantime.” Baron said, sliding his arms underneath legs and my back. My hands clutched my bag, and I held onto that tightly. “Sh, we’ll talk later, okay? Do you have anything at the hotel? I have to get my bag, and then we can be on our way.” He said.

“Yeah, in my room.” I said.

He nodded his head, and then walked out of the room with me in his arms, making sure to take care of me the entire night.

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Santa’s Helper

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Marco Ilsø/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: One Shot Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Okay, so the Secret Santa idea didn’t come out as grand as I had wanted, three parts condensed itself into one and here we have it. 

There it was, again this morning, staring at you the second you opened your apartment door. The small perfectly wrapped present. A shiny blue paper and silver bow stared you down from the spot on the floor.

Present #23

Every morning, some how, since December 1st the boxes began arriving. Why had to be the biggest mystery, outside of who?

Each tag read the same, addressed to you, from: Santa.

Whichever one of your friends were leaving the presents needed their arse kicked. This had been cute the first three days, but now it was becoming a little concerning and even a little awkward.

Fumbling the package around in your hand, you sigh, wondering what was in today's package. The gifts had been great, no doubt - especially the homemade cookies and the fresh Danishes, but now it was getting to be too much. You really didn't deserve it.

"Morning," A shy voice jolts you back to the hallway. Standing in the door of your apartment, you blush not having noticed the neighbour from two doors down approaching.

"Good morning, Marco." You greet him with a sheepish smile. "Off to work?"

"Not today, I'm off to pick my mom up at the airport." He smiles proudly. His cheeks round and his eyes bright. "She's coming here for Christmas this year," He shares, not that it matters to you.

"That will be nice. I hope you two have a good holiday." You can't help but notice how good he always looks.

You knew Marco like any other neighbour, he was in Dublin for work, he was shy, friendly, and always willing to help if he could. He was fairly quiet, despite his rowdy friends, and was never a cause to complain.

Once or twice the two of you had hung out, if you could call waiting for cabs in the lobby or a casual social gathering hanging out?

"You, too." Marco offers with another shy glance. "So, do you like that present?"

Lifting the present, you shrug and allow him to take it in his hands. "Since I don't know what's in it, not yet." You reply. "Someone keeps leaving them by my door." You offer the other information.

"A secret Santa." Marco nods in understanding. "I hope they're good gifts."

"They're not bad, I almost feel guilty for opening them, though." You admit, not wanting him to think you are some sort of selfish gift grubber.

"They're addressed to you," Marco carefully hands the box back, his eyes on your hands. "They're meant to be enjoyed."

His words make sense. When your best friend had said something along the same lines, you had been appalled that she would even suggest enjoying them.

"I guess," You bite your bottom lip. "I don't suppose you've been getting them, too?"

It was a long shot.

Marco shook his head, "Nope."

"Thanks." You offer a small smile, slowly taking a step back into your apartment, suddenly aware of your pjs. "Well, I should let you go get your mom."

"Yeah, her flight will be in soon. I can't have her waiting too long." He agrees, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. "I um...if you're not busy tomorrow would you like to join us for dinner?"

Christmas eve with the cute neighbour and his mother sounded a tad awkward, but it would beat sitting home alone. Having your family all over the place this Christmas had meant you were staying in Dublin, why bother traveling home if nobody would be there?

"Are you sure?" You lift your brow. Marco cautiously nods. "Would it be appropriate?"

He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. It was Christmas, what was so wrong about offering someone some company? Not wanting to be pushy, Marco would leave it for you to decide. "If you're around, feel free to come by, dinner is at 7."

24 hours after your conversation with Marco had brought present #24.

This present had come without wrapping or a box, the bouquet of Marguerite daisies mixed with a sweet red clover, stood beside your front door in a very festive green vase. The tag, the same as the last twenty four presents that had arrived. Standing happily outside, waiting for you, the flowers were an interesting choice.

Nobody had ever gifted you flowers before and now you had no idea who had left them, it seemed very unfair.

32 hours after your conversation with Marco had lead you to his door, standing outside of Suite 332, you clutched a bottle of wine. The wine had been present # 5 or 6.

Courage gathered, you knocked on the door, these apartments were big enough that you had expected some time delay before the door swung open. It surprised you that it had taken less than five seconds for an answer - were they just sitting by the door waiting?

The original copy of Marco's bright smile met you, cheerfully inviting you in. He certainly gained his mother's smile and eyes, you decided yesterday when you'd met her in the hall.

"You came." Marco greeted you, his hands working to pull his damp hair back into the bun it never appeared to leave.

"Være rart!" He mother rolled her eyes before winking at you. Your Danish was non-existent but it didn't take a translator to know she has scolded her son.

"Jeg er altid." Marco replied swiftly, smirking. His scruffy cheeks were clean shaven and he looked brighter and less tired than he normally did.

"Excuse his manners," His mother smiled, accepting the bottle of wine. "We're happy to have you. Oh, don't you look lovely! Marco, doesn't she look lovely?"

"She does." Marco nodded, his hands at his side. "You do," He smiled shyly.

"Thank you?" You hadn't made it to sound that way. To be honest, you had spent most of the morning trying to decide what to wear. Marco hadn't given you many details other than a time and place. Not wanting to under or over dress, you decided on a casual red dress that had hung in your closet forever.

Marco's gray dress shirt and jeans had made you feel better about the casual, yet formal, attire that you had picked.

"Goodness," His mother shook her head, sighing at the scene before her. "Marco, manners, are you going to let her stand here all day or ask her to sit? Here," She handed him the bottle of wine that you'd brought. "Open this, I am going to go get ready for dinner."

Alone, until his mother made her return to the living room, you sat on the edge of an arm chair with a glass of wine in hand. Marco had a fairly modest dwelling, some how you had expected his apartment to be more lavish.

"Dinner smells good." You commented, not really having much else to say.

"Thanks, but I won't take any credit, I just peeled potatoes and checked temperatures." Marco's chuckle was light. "I am glad you came over, though."

"Thanks for inviting me, you really didn't have to. But, I'm glad you did." You reply taking a sip of wine as a crutch. "I really wasn't looking forward to cheesy movies and take out."

You winced hoping that didn't come out as sounding ungrateful or snotty.

"Nobody should be alone on Christmas eve," Marco followed suit, taking sip from his own wine. How long was his mother going to take? She had to change her clothes, not make them. Sneaky lady. "Besides, who wants take out, when there is a perfectly good meal waiting?"

"Exactly! So," You sit straighter, "Is there anything I can do? Does your mom need help with anything or maybe..."

Marco held up a hand to stop you. "Everything is under control, but thank you for offering. You're just here to eat, drink a little too much, and have fun."

"Oh boy," You laugh. "You may regret that statement."

Marco smiled shyly, perched on the arm of the sofa, he sat his wine glass down on a small end table. Rubbing his hands against his jeans. Licking his lips, he furrowed his brow, his eyes sweeping around the room.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Uh, sure? Yeah, I guess?" You lean forward in the chair.

"I don't want you to think that I am some sort of weirdo or anything, but I...um...I uh those presents." Marco cleared his throat. Rubbing his hand across the back of his neck.

He couldn't keep it in any longer, the original plan was to tell you on Christmas morning. Marco had it all planned, he would wait until just before lunch time and show up at your door. This time, he would be there with the gift, when you found it. He'd explain everything and the two of you would laugh about it.

The alternate situation was that you rejected the final present, threw the others at him, and never spoke to him again for being creepy.  

"What about them?" Your curiosity is buzzing. "Did you get one?"

Marco shook his head, "No, I left them."

"You're Santa?" the laugh was condescending

"Surprise!" He waved his hands in the air.

"I don't...But...You..." You continued to laugh. "I would have never guessed. You're good."

Marco Ilsø had been the last person you'd suspect. Out of all the people you had considered and questioned, your mind never once went to Marco.

"Really, how did you not know?" Marco smirked with a sense of pride. "I left clues. The Danish cookies, the flowers of Denmark, the wine," He lifted the glass of wine which you'd brought, "Is made in Denmark. I even bought you Danishes!" He began to laugh.

How foolish did you feel right now?

"But why?" Your head was swimming.

"Why not?" Marco challenged. "I don't know," He shrugged. "I guess, when I heard you were going to be alone on Christmas, I wanted to do something nice."

The night you'd found out your holiday fate, you had been furious, loudly complaining to your best friend while on the elevator. When your mind went back to that evening, there had been the two of you and...Marco had scooted onto the elevator at the last second.

If this had been anyone else, you would have somehow turned this into a pity gifting. Marco's eyes were holding a sort of innocence that implied he only wanted to make you happy. There had been no pity to his actions.

"When mom said my brothers were both busy and she didn't want to stay home, it was the perfect storm." Marco babbled on about his choice in actions. "You were alone, we were here, and..."

"Thank you," You can't help the smile breaking onto your face, interrupting whatever he was about to say. "It really is the sweetest thing, anyone has ever done."

"Are you sure? I was beginning to think it was creeping you out." Marco teased taking a drink of his wine.

"Okay, it was a little creepy, for a minute or two." You agree, staring into your glass of wine, "But truly, it is very sweet."

"Good, I'm glad you liked the gifts." Marco licked the wine from his lips. "And now that you know who Santa is, does this mean I can give you the last gift in person?"

"Yes, but!" You hold up your hand to add caution. "You have to let me give you a gift, in return."

"Won't be necessary." Marco shook his head, his bun bobbing with his head shake.

"We'll discuss that tomorrow, trust me. I think you'll like what I have for you." You wink and finish the wine in your glass.

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