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hongcherry · 4 years ago

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With You || jhs

“What’s a better way to surprise your boyfriend—who’s been gone on tour for five months—than to hide in his hotel room after one of his concerts on his birthday?”

🎂 Pairing: idol!Hoseok x Reader(f)

🎂 Rating/Genre: R(18+); smut, fluff, established relationship, idol au

🎂 Warnings: protected sex, cum swallowing, slight dirty talk, choking with a belt, switch!Hobi(?), slight praise kink, fingering... I’m pretty sure that’s it

🎂 Word Count: 5.0k

🎂 Beta: Tailia (Thank you sooooo much for assisting me in this! I really needed your guidance for this one hehe)

🎂 Author’s Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNG HOSEOK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope your day is fabulous just like you. // I don’t normally write in the present tense, but I decided to switch it up. This was a little rushed (because I don’t know the concept of stop writing) but I hope you all still enjoy it. I tried to keep it under 5k...

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It’s been nearly five months since you saw Hoseok in person.

As you wait for him in his hotel room’s chair, you picture his joyous expression on stage tonight. He was glowing in his element and it made the pang in your chest ease. While you selfishly want to lock him in your apartment and chuck the key into the abyss, you know that isn’t an option. He radiates ecstasy when he performs and you would be the spawn of Satan to steal that from him. He lives up to his sunshine nickname and you can’t stop your heart from falling for him all over again.

Earlier this week you had arranged with the staff to fly you out for Hoseok’s birthday. Although you had access to getting a front-row seat or a backstage pass, you were worried Hoseok might spot you so you watched from the stadium's skybox. You left as soon as the concert ended so you could surprise him in his room. You’ve never done this before or discussed this with Hoseok. Your financial status wasn’t the best and you wanted to surprise him, however, you were finally able to accumulate enough funds to pay for a plane ticket. You insisted on paying for part of the hotel fee too, but the staff declined the offer. After arguing about it for a few minutes, you ended up succumbing. They seemed adamant about their decision, so you let it be and spent the spare money on Hoseok’s birthday gifts instead.

You can’t stop the slight shaking in your hands as you mess with the gift bag in your lap. It is a small bag that contains a beaded and threaded bracelet you made, a can of Sprite (just for the giggles), and a custom chain necklace. The necklace is minimalistic but you had used all your extra funds to get the best quality you could afford. It’s a sterling silver bar pendant hanging vertically from a thin chain with two small charms on either side consisting of your birthstones. Engraved on the bar pendant is yours and Hoseok’s anniversary in Roman numerals.

Your anxiousness grows as the sound of Hoseok’s laugh echoes in the hallway. Despite being eager to see your boyfriend, you are also nervous about his reaction. You are almost positive he will be thrilled to see you, but you begin second-guessing yourself. Your slouched body straightens and your eyes are glued in the direction of the entryway of the room. You aren’t able to get a direct view of the door because of the room’s layout, unfortunately.

A minute later the door beeps, granting access to the newcomer. Your heart races as you hold your breath.

“Goodnight! Tonight was special. Thank you for the birthday wishes,” Hoseok calls out. There is a chorus of replies before the door clicks closed. Your ears feel sensitive to sounds as you hone in on his movements. There’s a sigh followed by a deep inhale before you hear feet shuffling. The breath you are holding escapes when you see him. His hair is damp from sweat, loose shirt french-tucked in his pants. The glow you saw on stage is still emitting from his body, and you figure he’s coming down from the thrill of being in front of thousands of people.

His eyes are cast down as he tosses his bag to the floor and fishes out his phone. You want to make your presence known, but your throat has closed up. You aren’t sure if it’s from nervousness or if his presence simply makes you speechless. He’s handsome in every way and you haven’t been this close in proximity in months. Your phone’s quality does nothing to showcase just how breathtaking he truly is.

A loud ringing suddenly breaks the room’s silence, which has you and Hoseok jolting. His head snaps to where the sound is coming from. You realize you have accidentally left your phone on the room’s table. Your heart swells knowing that his first action after returning from his concert is to call you.

Hoseok’s eyes narrow silently at the unknown phone. When he recognizes the phone case, his eyes widen and his gaze frantically roams the room. A loud gasp leaves his lips when he finally spots you and he haphazardly ends the phone call. You stand up when he notices you, unable to contain the giggles that escape your lips at his dancing feet. He can’t stop the happiness that erupts in his chest or the millions of small sounds tumbling from his mouth. Once he successfully hangs up, he throws his phone on the bed and rushes toward you.

“This isn’t real,” he murmurs in disbelief as he scoops your frame into his strong arms. You place the gift bag down quickly before your arms secure themselves around his neck. He buries his face in your neck, giving you a tight squeeze. You can feel his thudding heart against your chest and it makes you tighten your hold on him.

“Hi, Hobi,” you giggle and pull away to see his face. He is beaming, heart-shaped lips stretching from ear to ear. His wide smile has yours growing bigger. It’s such a contagious smile. His eyes dance across your face as he tries to process what is happening.

“Happy birthday,” you continue and peck your lips against the mole on his upper lip. You realize he’s still stunned by your unforeseen appearance to form coherent sentences. Though at the quick kiss, he comes out of his daze and presses his lips against yours for a proper kiss. The simple action has your body relaxing into his hold. Maybe it’s because you were away for so long—yes five months is a lot to you—but the kiss feels different. It’s unexpected from what you thought it would be; it’s a mixture of lust and passion rather than desperation and eagerness. Before he can deepen the kiss, you pull away again. His lips dip in a frown before he tries again. Laughing, you press a hand flat against his chest to stop him.

“I got you gifts. I want you to open them,” you say. When he doesn’t release his hold, you take it upon yourself and tug his arms from your body.

“I don’t need them,” he mumbles and reaches out to grab you. “You’re the perfect birthday present.”

You snort at his corny comment and snatch the small bag from the chair. You motion for him to sit down where the gift once was, which he complies to wordlessly. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, legs hanging over his own.

“How did this happen?” He questions, referring to your arrival.

You hand him the small bag while you answer, “I asked the staff if I could surprise you. When they said yes, I booked the first flight. I was even able to make your concert tonight,” you pause as you remember his performances. “You looked so incredible up there, baby.”

His smile grows at your words. You are sure his cheeks are hurting from how much he is smiling.

“I’m glad you were able to come tonight. Where did you watch from? Backstage?”

“The skybox. I couldn’t risk you seeing me,” you reply with a shake of your head.

He hums in understanding, “I can pay you back for your ticket.”

“No way! I’ve told you before, I don’t want your money. This is a surprise for you. Plus,” you begin teasingly. “You’re not supposed to pay for your own birthday presents.”

“Presents?” He asks when he catches the plural noun. You sheepishly nod, not meaning to disclose you have multiple gifts for him. He hums again.

“I know people usually don’t buy their own gifts,” he says, rubbing a hand along your legging-clad thigh. “But I know you have other expenses to pay for. You shouldn’t spend your money on me.”

“I shouldn’t spend my money on those candies I’m addicted to either, but,” you trail off. When he opens his mouth to argue, you place a finger against his lips momentarily. “I want you to open your gift please.”

He frowns at being silenced and you can see the gears in his head turning. You raise an eyebrow in warning, eyes glancing down at the small bag in his hands before returning to his eyes.

“Okay, okay,” he succumbs and removes his hand from your leg. You watch anxiously as he pulls out the tissue paper you had placed inside. His hand comes in contact with the Sprite can first and he chuckles at the present.

“Of course. My true love,” he jokes and sets the can on the nightstand nearby before moving to the next item. He pulls out the two bracelets you made and instantly puts them both on.

“Did you really make these for me?” He asks, examining the colorful bracelets hanging from his lean wrists.

“Do you like them? I wasn’t sure if they were your style, but I wanted to make something for you,” you answer apprehensively. He reassures you with a press of his lips against yours.

“I’m never taking them off,” he replies before moving to the final gift. Naturally, you’re most anxious about this present. What if he thinks the pendants are too cheesy? Watching him open the tissue paper that contains the necklace feels like watching snails race. Perhaps it’s just because you are anticipating his response. When he finally raises the chain, you bite your lower lip.

He brings his other hand to cup the pendants to get a better look at them. He flips the bar pendant over, reading the Roman numerals with wide eyes. He analyzes the two birthstone charms with equal rapt attention.

“Is this what I think it is?” He questions, eyes glancing at you then back at the necklace.

“What do you think it is?” You counter. He chuckles at your answer and clasps the necklace around his neck.

“Do I even want to know how much this costs?”

“Stop thinking about money so much,” you huff with a small frown. He instantly reaches out and repositions your body so you are straddling his lap.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “It’s just that I should be the one spoiling you. This means so much to me, Yn,” he says sincerely. He captures your lips in a soft kiss to express his admiration.

“Hm, too bad,” you reply when you pull away. “I love you too much to not spoil you.”

“I’m never taking this off, either,” he adds and glances down at the necklace hanging from his neck. “Thank you for the amazing gifts. You didn’t ha-”

“Have to,” you interrupt, finishing his sentence. “I know. You tell me this all the time,” you giggle. “Eventually you’ll realize you deserve all the gifts in the world and more. You put out so much happiness into the world; it’s only right for it to be reciprocated.”

This time, it is you who initiates the kiss. It is steady and gentle compared to the whirling emotions in your chest. Even the movements of his tongue against yours are slow, powered by the yearning of being in each other’s embrace for the first time in months. You figured your kisses would be frantic—almost animalistic—at the separation; however, it is the opposite. It is as if you both are gradually memorizing each other’s taste, dips, and curves.

Hoseok’s hands roam up and down your sides, warming your already heated body. You pull from him to travel kisses along his jawline then to his neck.

“Is this part of my present, too?” He teases, head leaning to the side to allow you more access. His hands lower to the swell of your ass and squeeze gently. You smile against his skin, pressing another kiss against him.

“Not necessarily,” you answer honestly. Since this was an unexpected visit and he was sure to be tired from his concert, you weren’t certain about his feelings toward having sex. Which was why you didn’t plan to. You realize now that it was a ridiculous assumption. It isn’t surprising that you find yourself in this position. You haven’t felt his body against yours in months. Despite the sexting and the dirty talk over facetime and phone calls, getting yourself off isn’t anywhere near as satisfying as having his cock buried inside your walls.

“It can be though,” you continue after pressing another kiss on his neck. You pull back slightly to eye him. “What does the birthday boy want?”

He hums as he thinks, hands rolling the flesh of your ass in his strong palms. “I want to hear you moan my name while I pound into your tight pussy.”

Your lips quirk up, a smirk finding its way onto your face. Your eyes darken as lust consumes your veins at his words.

“Wish granted,” you reply. “But I have one request.”

He watches you carefully as he waits for you to continue. His hands glide up your back and slide under your shirt, tracing small circles against your skin.

“I want you to relax,” you continue and graze your fingertips down his taut torso. “You’ve been working so diligently. Let me take care of you.”

He smiles at your request. “I’ll try,” he says. He often was the one in control and while you didn’t mind that at all, it is his birthday and he deserves to be pampered. You return the smile, pressing your lips against his quickly before going back to his neck.

As you’re licking and biting his tender skin, his hands make their way to cup your breasts through the sheer lace bra you’re wearing. A low moan vibrates his chest when you begin sucking the spot that has him squirming under your touch. His hands give your breasts a rough squeeze before they move to unclasp your bra. You feel him harden under you and it causes you to roll your hips against him slowly. He moans again and pulls your shirt from your body, forcing you to pull away from his neck. You discard your bra to the floor while Hoseok tugs his shirt over his head. Your eyes lower to his chest, eyes following the lines created by the dips in his torso. Your hands immediately reach out and slide down his muscular chest. He chuckles lowly at your reaction and pulls you toward him again.

His lips meet yours with the same steady pace from earlier. Your body is jittery at the feel of his exposed skin pressing against yours. You feel eager and the slow pace is making you feel impatient; however, you force yourself to follow his pace. It’s sensual and you want to imprint this moment in your mind for when you have to leave tomorrow morning.

One of your arms hangs off the back of the chair while your other is pressing against his body, fingers tangling in his locks. You gradually begin to roll your hips against him again. The wetness between your legs is growing each time you brush against his growing cock. Hoseok’s breathing becomes ragged and he pulls away from the kiss with a deep inhale. His eyes darken with desire and he leans forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. A moan slips past your parted lips, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your bud. He brings one of his hands to cup the breast he’s working on, moaning against your skin as you continue the rotation of your hips. His hand shifts to your other breast and repeats his assault. Your back arches into his touch and you set your hands on his strong shoulders.

Your mind clouds as you memorize each lick and bite he makes against your soft flesh. You feel like you’re being consumed by his vine-like grip, slipping into a euphoric black hole.

“I’ve missed you,” you sigh softly, glancing down when he pulls away, teeth scraping your nipple gently. He smiles at you, eyes softening at the confession and slides his hands to your ass again. “I’ve missed you too, baby.”

You’ve lost count of how many kisses you two exchanged—each one just as passionate as the previous. His lips feel heavenly against yours and it makes you wish you could indulge in your selfishness to hold him hostage. You wish you could steal him away the next morning instead of saying goodbye. Your melancholy thoughts are halted when the sound of fabric ripping echoes in the hotel room. Your mouth pulls off his with a gasp as you feel the cool air hit the exposed skin of your ass. He’s quick to move your underwear to the side.

Before you could voice your complaints, however, Hoseok slides a slender finger through your slick folds. Your body jerks when he rubs against your aching clit. Despite his devilish actions, he wears his cheery smile. There is a hint of mischief, though, and you hate the way it makes your heart tumble. It’s unfair how innocent he appears while rubbing tight circles against your clit. Hoseok gradually slides from your bud to your dripping folds. He suddenly dips his finger in your entrance, eliciting a moan from your throat. He pumps his finger a few times before swiftly inserting another one. You mewl at the pleasuring sensation.

“I-I’m the one supposed to be p-pleasuring you,” you quiver when he increases his speed; your nails digging slightly into his skin. The squelching noise that emits from his quick pace has your cheeks reddening. Hoseok smiles at your reaction, uncaring at the obscene noises.

“You are pleasuring me though,” he replies, watching with appreciation as your face contorts in bliss at his touch. You lean forward to rest your head against Hoseok’s shoulder as you feel your cheeks darken under his stare. He places a tender kiss on your head as you stay rooted to your spot.

You shake your head gently and start to fumble with his buckle and pant buttons. Hoseok slows his movements and begins to spread his fingers, moaning inwardly at how tight you are.

“Not what I meant,” you mumble and focus on undoing his pants while holding back a moan. He chuckles softly, lifting his hips off the chair momentarily for you to slide his pants and underwear down. As you sit up straighter, your hands greedily take his hardened cock in your hands, loving the way he squirms under your touch briefly at the new sensation. You miss the heavy feeling of his dick in your grip. Your thumb smears the leaking precum from his tip, and you smile when Hoseok shudders. He slips his glistening fingers from you and to your hips.

“I-I don’t have,” he begins suddenly, eyes widening and pink lips dipping into a frown. You understand what he is referring to and quickly climb off his lap. He watches you with admiration as you make your way to your hidden bag. You take out the small foil packet and return to your boyfriend.

Hoseok is slouched down the chair slightly, pants discarded from his ankles, and hand stroking his large member. You slow your steps as you take in the sight. He is striking as he sits there, staring at you with a concentrated face. His once bubbly smile is replaced with a hungry expression. His intimidating stare on you is like pouring gasoline on a burning flame—igniting a fireball within the pit of your stomach.

You tear the packet open as you make your way in front of him. He moves his hands to rest them on the chair’s armrest, leaning his head back as he watches your movements carefully.

Once the condom is successfully on, you gently ascend his lap again. You glide your other hand between your legs slowly. His hands rest on the curve of your waist, bottom lip captured in his teeth as he watches you slide his dick between your soaking folds. Your eyes flicker to the new chain around his neck, mouth curling into a smile at the sight.

Distracted by the gift you got him, you don’t realize he has reached down and retrieved his belt. Your lips part in surprise when you feel the cool leather wrap around your neck and tighten. It’s loose enough to allow you to breathe—replicating the feeling of wearing a comfortable choker.

“That alright?” He murmurs as he leans back into the chair again. The hand holding the end of the belt rests on the chair’s arm while the other massages your waist. You nod with a confirming smile and press your lips against his while aligning his length to your entrance.

The moment his tip stretches your tight hole, a blend of moans and sighs leave both your lips. You sink yourself lower gradually, eyes never leaving his as he fills you. His momentarily intimidating gaze transitions into his cheerful stare. He pulls you down by the belt and kisses you deeply.

“Shit, baby,” Hoseok breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss. You still your hips when he bottoms out, taking the moment to soak in the feeling of your walls hugging his cock deliciously. “You’re as perfect as I remember.”

You giggle at his comment, “You feel so much better than my fingers.”

Hoseok smiles as he recalls the numerous late-night FaceTime calls he has exchanged with you during the tour, your legs spread on the screen, two fingers buried in your pussy, with your soft mewl sounding from in his headphones.

“I would hope so,” he teases and gives your side a squeeze. After another quick kiss, your hands flatten against his chest as you begin to lift your hips up, sliding back down and repeating the action.

A satisfied sigh leaves Hoseok’s lips as he leans his head back on the chair. Your speed is agonizingly slow initially. You savor the feeling of him buried within your warmth, rubbing against your walls in a way only he could. It makes you want to cancel your flight and follow him to the next city.

One hand slides to the nape of Hoseok’s neck while the other rests behind you on his knee. A moan erupts in your throat as you lean back slightly, rocking your hips and feeling the soft brush from his skin against your swollen clit. Your movements become rougher at the sensation—desired to feel it again. Hoseok tugs on the belt as he watches your body move like liquid against him. While he enjoyed being the one to pound your pussy open, he did admit this was an alluring view.

Your eyes are half-lidded, mouth parting in a small pout, and eyebrows knitting in pleasure. His thighs tense at the urge to fuck up into you. His jaw clenches at the thought and he tugs harder on the belt to restrict himself from the act, causing you to make a sound that is in the middle of a moan and a whimper as the air gets pulled from your lungs.

Your moves begin to become frantic as you feel the fire in your tummy grow brighter. You straighten your posture, hands traveling to glide up your own body. Your hands massage your breasts, twisting your nipples briefly as your hips move in a mix of rolls, swivels, and bounces. Hoseok follows your hands with his free one—loving the way your body trembles under his ghost-like touches.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Hoseok praises softly and smacks your ass playfully. You moan at his praise and clench around his large cock. Hoseok groans at the feeling and places both hands firmly on your hips; the belt is caught between his palm and your side. Your hands trail to grip his wrists. Sensing you are nearing your orgasm, he begins to move your hips rougher.

“You’re doing so well, jagi,” he hums. Your noises are increasing in volume, not considering you are residing in a room that probably has thin walls. “You close?” He asks gently despite his powerful actions. With his assistance, you are moving faster than before. Your hands squeeze his wrists tightly as you nod. His cock is rubbing against a spot that is driving you insane. It empties your mind and makes you dizzy for every inch of him.

“Hobi,” you moan when you feel yourself near the edge.

“Come on, baby. Come all over my cock,” he demands, letting out a low growl.

Your climax comes quick—creating tiny flashes of white in your vision as you come hard for the first time in months. Your voice is hoarse as his name falls from your lips between moans. No toy or self touches left you as satisfied as you are now. They would never be enough. You realize how much you need Hoseok as he tugs you forward by the belt. His lips come crashing upon yours, selfishly drowning your cries. It pains you to have been deprived of his touches for months.

The kiss is messy and brief. He tears himself from you, releasing the belt to let it rest between the valley of your breasts, before pulling your arms behind your back. His hips meet yours speedily. A loud whine sounds from your sore throat as he pounds into your sensitive pussy.

“Fuck,” he moans unabashedly. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby.”

His eyes roam your sweaty form—from the way your breasts bounce with each smack of his hips to the way you suck him in your tight walls. The lewd noises from his skin slapping yours grow louder in the room. His pace is rough.

“Hobi,” you tremble from the oversensitivity and try to tug your arms from his grasp. His thrusts become sloppier quickly. His breathing is more ragged and his hair is sticking to his face.

Suddenly, he releases your arms and gently nudges you off him. You follow his lead and kneel on the floor, legs tucking under you as you open your mouth in anticipation.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs as he slides the condom off and places his tip against your hanging tongue. He rapidly pumps his cock, eyes flickering between the sweet look in your eyes and his throbbing dick. You sit patiently and raise your hands to his strong thighs. Usually, you would keep your hands resting on top of your thighs, but you miss the feel of his skin too much to sit idle. Your gentle strokes on his legs contrast his rapid movements.

Hoseok lets out a guttural moan as he feels himself tumbling over his edge. The sight of his cum spilling on your tongue and part of your lips has him feeling intoxicated. Your eyes are glued to his as you swallow. You swipe your tongue along your lips to collect the remaining drops, smiling up at your boyfriend.

A breathy chuckle leaves his lips and he leans down, placing his hands on your arms softly to help you up. He carefully removes the belt from your throat and presses soothing kisses to the tender skin. Another laugh sounds from Hoseok when your knees buckle. He shuffles you to the bed and guides you to sit on the soft mattress.

“I love you,” he whispers as he hovers over you, hand brushing your thigh and causing goosebumps to form. A lazy smile shapes your lips and you quietly repeat the words.

When he is sure you are stable, he leaves for the bathroom. He appears a second later with a warm rag in his hand. He wipes at your mouth despite there being nothing there, but just in case he thought to himself.

Although your body feels fatigued from your flight and recent activities with Hoseok, you force yourself to stay awake. He must feel the same because his eyes are drooping.

“You know,” Hoseok mumbles as he follows the curves of your side lazily. His head is propped up on his hand while lays on his side to face you. “Some people celebrate their birthday for an entire week.”

Your eyebrows raise in suspension, fingers slowing their movement in his hair. “Yeah? What about it?”

“You could celebrate this week with me,” he explains then softer, “Stay with me.”

“Hobi…I-” you begin.

“Have to work. I know,” he replies, a hint of sorrow to his voice. He appreciates that you’re not with him for his money. He’s learned over the span of your relationship you would never be the type of person to use or manipulate him. However, he wishes you allowed him to spoil you more. He wants to voluntarily give you all the jewels in the world. He doesn’t feel coerced to do so. “But just this once—just this once let me treat you. Let me be selfish and keep you next to me.”

Your eyes stare into his as you try to form a decision in your mind. Your heart tears in two at wanting to show him you love him for more than his membership in BTS and wanting to indulge in his company a little longer. Your flight is in five hours and you’re scheduled to work later that day. His eyes hold yours as he silently pleads for you to agree.

Your mind is wandering so much that you don’t see him leaning in. His lips meet yours for the millionth time tonight—though you aren’t complaining. Even after he pulls away, you can feel his touch linger on your mouth.

As if the kiss cast you under his spell, you whisper, “Okay. I’ll stay.”

Hoseok instantly grins at your response, lips finding yours in the low-lit room. The act has your heart racing and you recognize the all too familiar feeling of butterflies welling within your stomach.

“I’ll stay with you, birthday boy,” you add playfully.

His laugh brings a smile to your lips and you feel your chest fill with warmth. It’s a comforting sensation and you realize this is where home is—right in his arms.

HAPPY H✿BI DAY 🎉 HOBI HOBI HOBIIIIII!!! Strawberry~

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mcndyhcrtmcn · 2 years ago

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To my dearest bestest sister @docolives

My literal partner in wine! To all of our wine nights and just nights of laying around and talking endlessly. It's pretty fitting right? Is there a theme here? Maybe!

Speaking of partners in wine, I got you a necklace that says exactly that! And to go along with it, is a giant glass which will be filled to your heart's content. Because that's just how we roll, isn't it? So I wasn't kidding when I said something about a theme going on here. Think of it as your trophy for being an awesome sister! Next is really cute purse, because not that you need a new work bag, but... this one is just really cute, okay? And I bought one for myself in another color so I won't be tempted to steal it from you, and you know me! I guess I can't stop just borrowing your clothes, hehe. Lastly is just something fun and warm, because hello, onesies! I thought it was pretty funny and it felt like something you'd love to wear when lounging around the house with Mallow.

Love ya, sis!

xo,

Mandy <3

#gifting to: olivia hartman

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justafoxhound · 3 years ago

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I'm late but for the otp ask game: (omg going through these, I feel like I know the answers to a lot of them, so I chose some fun ones heehee 😈) 3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.) 8. What happens if one of them gets sick? 14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash? 19. How do they feel about PDA? 26. What are their vices? 30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

No worries! I don't find many I can rb so any q's whenever is fun. And curious to hear your ideas on some of them??? 👀

Ok I had to think quite hard about these!

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

I don't know a girl who doesn't steal her bf's clothes now and again, and Talia is no different. T shirts to sleep in, jacket to pop outside in the rain, or his shirt when she's trying to be enticing 😉

Burke might borrow a scarf or something if it's lying around (which I imagine it always is), but he thinks about his image so it would have to match.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

If Burke got sick Tali would be a great nurse. She might surprise him really with how soft she becomes. And quite a lot of her dad's knowledge stuck (she was always smarter than the GOAT said) so an effective one too. Depending how sick he was, he'd just carry on as normal, not letting on, and probably get annoyed at her fussing over him. If it really knocked him out though, well, he'd appreciate her help so no one learned he was sick (sickness = weakness!!), but he would also be pretty arsey company.

If Tali got sick he'd expect her to just get on with it as well, though she isn't the type to whine. But would he offer up a lot of support? It hurts him a little to see her hurting, but I'm not sure he'd acknowledge that until she was already upset with him :( Boy is learning. Tali would be used to having to get on with things, considering how the vault was quite short on population to maintain it. But daddy was a doctor so she’d be missing that compassionate medical aid, it was a time when she got most attention from James and now probably the least from Burke. ☹

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

Burke is thorough, careful, unbothered by fools, so things won’t get out of hand with Talia’s impulsivity and temper. He has to have everything under control and Tali can see it so it calms her down a lot.

Talia likes to joke around, is headstrong and outspoken, so maybe Burke doesn’t take himself so seriously so constantly. She’s also very sociable and likeable, and perhaps it rubs off on him so he can be a bit more normal. (Moriarty does call him a ‘class A weirdo’ or something in game haha, I think I toned him down a bit but he should have some oddball vibes hehe).

How they clash, hmm, I think they can both be stubborn, leading to fights. Neither wants to apologise after a fight. They both struggle to admit weakness, express their needs, stymying deeper intimacy... At least for now.

19. How do they feel about PDA?

If Burke wants to engage, to any level, he will. He doesn't care. What's going to happen, someone will see them and he'll feel embarrassed?? He doesn't know the meaning of the word. I feel like I wrote him more sombre from the middle-latter part of the fic, but he's quite unpredictable if he's feeling up for some antics (general antics, not just 👀 lol). However if he doesn’t want to or it would put out the wrong image at the time he will shut it down abruptly, even just holding hands. It's quite confusing to be dating him.

Talia doesn't mind doing it, seeing it, whatever. Except for ghouls. Seeing that probably topped seeing a ghoul for the first time as the Scariest Moment of her life (or maybe just new category, Grossest Sight).

26. What are their vices?

Haha, well Burke is almost all vice isn't he? Greed, arrogance, jealousy, wrath, deceit, and the boozing and smoking. I feel like they drink more around each other, when things are coasting along quite well anyway.

Talia has always been struggling with anger and doubt, though she gains a lot of self confidence and pride in surviving Events, and being around Burke is only going to gas her up more hehe.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Burke is going to pick some evening gown or cocktail dress isn’t he? With sexy shoes completely impractical for walking anywhere, and underwear that he doesn’t realise can’t be worn with the dress because the straps show or something.

Talia would just try to dress him more casual, with a bit of attitude. She like the bad boys. I imagine she somehow got him wearing a chain or two...

#oc: talia #atomic smitten #fo3 #ao3 #mr burke #asks

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ms-indifferwnt · 4 years ago

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I’m Cold

“I'm cold"

"And?"

"Can't you give me your jacket or something?"

"Can't you accept my proposal and marry me already?"

In which Prince Donghyuck's parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I'll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 6 of Im Cold. I’m pretty excited for this one hehe

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

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"No," Donghyuck says and crosses his arms, shooting a glare on Prince Lucas's present, that you were happily taking a bite out of. Donghyuck won't admit it but at some point, out of all the Princes you seemed to have gotten closer to Lucas, Donghyuck moves to glare this time at Lucas who was laughing at how cute you ate the donut, helping you brush the sugar on your lips, making you flinch at the touch, Donghyuck won't admit (he absolutely refuses to "It lowers my self-esteem" he once says) but throughout your fake engagement, out of all his group of friends, Why? Why must it be the most flirtiest Prince? Renjun would be the most proper out of everyone and be at a safe distance as a way to be polite, you could've been friends with him, Jeno and Jaemin would probably treat you like a sister and help you with adjusting to this life, you could've been friends with them, Chenle would ask you questions about being Prince Donghyuck's Fiance and he is sure that you and Chenle would be inseparable, you could've been friends with him, Jisung is a sweet shy boy and Donghyuck ninety-nine percent (only because its impossible to be one hundred percent) sure that Jisung would just watch from afar, why not him? but no! you became friends with flirty, loud, annoying, touchy, Prince Lucas

Donghyuck glared at Lucas and grabbed his arm "Prince Lucas" Donghyuck warns and Lucas grins, knowing full well that Donghyuck only calls people by titles when he is pissed

"Oh relax," he pulls away "I won't steal her from you," He bows at you and Donghyuck "I'm engaged"

Donghyuck nods and notices how you looked down with your tongue fiddling with something in your mouth, he recognizes it, after having many lunch and breakfast dates these past couple dates, he takes a glass of water and offered it to you while he spoke "Ah, yes and that is how an engaged man acts" he gently rubs your back to help you while you drank your water

"Oh please," Lucas settles on the sofa beside you, no longer standing beside Donghyuck, only to get flicked on the forehead by the latter "Ow!"

"Stay away from my girl, if you still wish to keep your hair"

Lucas laughs and moves to sit a bit farther from You "You're Fiance been always this clingy and protective?"

You take another bite of the donut before answering, red painting your cheeks from the words that left the Prince's lips, he was taking it too seriously only to be fake engaged to me, thinking about it, Back then, with the perverted man, the one who wanted to take your grandparents home, the time you were so stressed that he fed you, even when the two of you are out in public that boy always has to have one limb attached to you. "Yeah, he does that"

"You're one to talk" Someone joined, hitting Prince Lucas upside the head "and he is right you know, stop flirting"

You covered your mouth shocked at the sight, surprised that somebody would hit a royal

"Love, that hurts" Prince Lucas pouts, and whines, grabbing her hand "I wasn't flirting"

She rolls her eyes and smiles sweetly at you "You must be Y/n" She bows "It's a pleasure to finally meet Prince Donghyuck's bride be" she grins and you bow

Donghyuck leans in to whisper "Lucas's Fiance, Yeonli" he informs wrapping his arm protectively over your shoulder "She and Lucas act more alike than you think so I apologize on behalf of these two idiots, I call my friends"

You couldn't help but blush at the proximity, thankfully, he pulled away, keeping his arms around your shoulder to keep you at his side

Just then Yuta walks in and Dongyuck happily exclaimed "Hyung! You're here!" He turns his head as Yuta bows in front of everyone "Please tell me The other's are here"

Yuta nods "Yes, Prince Jaemin, Prince Jisung and Prince Chenle and Company" He motions to the door, and just like that a very excited Prince Chenle walked in followed by three girls then Prince Jisung and Prince Jaemin

"Y/n Noona!" Chenle called excitedly and stood in front of you taking your hand to kiss the knuckles "You look beautiful, It's nice to see you again" he catches Donghyuck's eyes and raises his hands in defense "I'm not flirting"

Donghyuck hums and looks at his younger friend, who playfully winked at you, before moving to Yeonli and kissing her knuckles as a greeting

You tugged on Donghyuck's sleeve to show him the oncoming guests "Great them, they're your guests" You informed, once you turn to him your breathing stilled this boy in front of you was close, too close, he was slightly slouching so even you (who was sitting up straight) your eyes were aligned with his nose, you could see at how his lips parted slightly to puff air out, you couldn't look away from his lips. You have to look away, now!

You looked back to the guests, who, thankfully, Donghyuck's attention was still on the guests, "Company?" asked one of the girls, her heels clicking as she crosses her arms over her dress "is that what we are now? Company?"

Jaemin hums "Well none of you are married to the royal family yet, so" He shrugs "Yes, Princes" he motions to himself then at them "And Company"

"Na Jaemin" the other girl, her brown hair tied in a half ponytail, she looked annoyed and immediately Jaemin walks to her and holds her hand

"Aww heart, I didn't mean it like that"

"What for?" Donghyuck says once he looks at you "They seem to be doing well, walking by themselves"

You looked at him unamused, "Donghyuck" you stood up and tugged on his arm so he'll follow you, to stand and greet the guests "It's polite"

He groans but follows nonetheless, bowing in front of the newcomers, his hand intertwined with yours while you bowed. Raising your head, you stared at the shocked faces of the newcomers while they stared at you and Donghyuck

Prince Jisung walks to Prince Donghyuck and placed his hand on his forehead while looking at Yuta, who watches in amusement "Hyung is he sick?" Doghyuck growls and swats the younger hands away

Prince Jaemin moves to hold your free hand while nodding "I don't know how, but" he leans to kiss your knuckles and smirks "When did Donghyuck become such an obedient dog?"

"Na Jaemin!" Donghyuck yells, letting go of your hand to chase after the boy who was running away

The girls laugh, While Prince Jisung calls for Prince Lucas and Chenle to help him make sure that Prince Donghyuck won't kill Prince Jaemin, while Chenle helps by yelling words of encouragement "Run Jaemin Hyung, Donghyuck will tear you to shreds"

You flinched, "wait, no" you gripped and tried to reach out for Donghyuck "Donghyuck, no, don't do-" you yelped in surprises once one of the girls hugged you

"Eunnie" she smiles and kept you close "You're really pretty, my name Soonim"

"Nice to meet you" You smile and bowed at her and everyone else

"Let the boys play, they only get to see each other once a while" One answers and pries Soonim off you "Excuse her, she and Prince Chenle match each other energy, I'm Hiyoung, I'm-"

You cut her off with a smile "Prince Jaemin's bride be" you bowed "It is nice to finally meet you"

"Soonim is right Eunnie," one spoke up and held your hands, in hers as she smiles "You're really beautiful" pink tints your cheeks in embarassment at the complement

"Aera don't overwhelm her," Hiyoung says and laughs at the sight of you bowing in front of princess Aera

She keeps you still "Please, Y/n, don't be so polite to us"

Yeonli nods and motions to everyone "We're all friends here" she says and laughs, you couldn't help but laugh too

Donghuck who heard you yelp, slowed down from chasing Jaemin around so that Jisung and Lucas can finally hold him down, he looks at you to see if you are ok, only to see you giggling with the other girls, and he smiles, you always looked so much prettier when you smile

"You're drooling" Chenle notes and pretended to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, making the Prince look away and readjust his suit "You're whipped for Y/n aren't you? You stopped chasing Jeamin Hyung for her~"

"What?"

Lucas chuckles and pats his friends back "No need to be shy, there's nothing wrong with being in love with your fiance"

Donghyuck wasn't listening to a word, Prince Renjun was saying, the moment the latter opened his mouth, Donghyuck decided to shut him out, instead of paying attention to him his eyes drifted around the snacks and he decided at that moment guessing how much sugar each sweet contained was much more entertaining then what Renjun was talking about 'till he heard you laugh

His eyes lifted to see you laughing at something Princess Haegyoung said, he looks at the princess, then at Mark, he hums, the two of them are perfect for each other, both seated in a way that their feet would brush. hands placed on their laps as if holding each others hands from afar. Donghyuck looked at you again, you were listening to stories and nodding along, you seemed to be getting along with them well

Donghyuck's eyes traveled to what you were wearing, glasses, the wrap dress he picked out for you when you both went shopping, your neck adorned with the gardenia flower necklace he got for you, his eyes trailed lower and there it was, he bought you one of your own but you're wearing his watch around your wrist, it was loose, going up your arm with every movement, he places his hand on his watchless wrist, out of habit, yeah, you definitely have his watch.

The next thing he noticed about you was the way you pushed the glasses up against your nose, turning to the side to speak to Princess Mison, Renjun's Fiance, Donghyuck snorts, it seemed typical for Renjun to give her a clip with the letter R on it, but she seemed to enjoy it so who is he to judge? Donghyuck puts his attention back to you to see your glasses from the side, against the light, and there it was, fingerprints. He tries, he really did, but you looked adorable with the way you didn't notice the fingerprints from how invested you listened to the stories, he shifts in his seat

Mark stopped listening, surely there was something else more fascinating than Renjun's story, he looks at his fiance, who was happily telling a story, oh how he loved Haegyoung the way she would smile and laugh. His eyes drifted over to you, If he didn't know any better by the way you sat, spoke, and acted, the stories the younger would tell about, Mark could've passed you and Donghyuck off as he perfect couple except he did know better, he knows this all fake, you and Hyuck were doing this to benefit yourselves

The next thing Mark saw made him look twice, it was Donghyuck's watch, but it couldn't be, that's one of Donghyuck's prized accessories, his ex-girlfriends weren't allowed to touch it, his own friends aren't permitted to borrow that watch but you have it? you're wearing it? Mark looks at Donghyuck to see he too was paying attention to you, and that he wasn't wearing his watch, he was confused at what was going on 'till he saw Donghyuck smile, it was a smile that he tried to hide so Mark turns his head to see you there just talking, did Donghyuck just smiled at the sight of you? He watched as The prince reached out to tap you and ask for your glasses, taking it off, you handed it to the Prince who cleaned the glass before wearing it, making a face and then taking it off again to hand it back to you

Mark smirked, that was probably the most affectionate Donghyuck ever was in his life to someone else. Mark was right, this was definitely more interesting than whatever Renjun was talking about.

Renjun wasn't blind it was obvious that Donghyuck was too busy looking at his Fiance to listen to what he is saying and Mark was just being a pain in the ass, he smiles at the ones who were listening and placed his finger against his lips to keep everyone else quiet

"And that was how we thought our dog laid an egg" Renjun announced, everyone looked at him in shock but Mark and Donghyuck whipped their head

"What the fuck?"

"Wait what?"

You woke up with a soft knock on your door, slowly, reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, in nothing but a pair of oversized shirt and pajama shorts you slowly opened the door, to be greeted with a smiling Princess Mison and Lady Chunae, you bowed your head

They swat you to stop you from bowing "We're all friends, Y/n" Lady Chunae starts, and holds your hand in hers "Don't address us by our titles, ok?" Princess Mison was more than happy to agree on

You nod, promising to try and then grin tugging on your hand so that you'll follow them "Come with us" Chunae, Prince Jeno's Girlfriend, pulls you out of the warmth of your own room

"wait but I'm in my pajamas" You reasoned, trying to get out of her grip to change atleast

Making Princess Mison, Prince Renjun's Girlfriend, laugh "We all are" She motions to what they were wearing "Please? Girl's night?" She pouts and you coo at how cute she was "We all want you there" She tries again before you sighed and nodded, she perks up "Really?" She happily leads you out into the garden, the chill of the night pricking your skin

Upon arrival you spot the rest of the girls, sitting on the chairs or the floor of the patio and you blink at the sight, all of them ere still in there pajamas, cups of tea on the table and multiple pillows everywhere

"Eunnie!" Sooni happily calls and waves you over, following everyone (mostly Chunae who dragged you to sit on the floor with her) "You're here, have some tea"

Doyoung comes out of the corner, you didn't even notice he was there 'till he poured you a cup, raising an eyebrow at him he smiles "You'll get used to this" he assures and hand you the cup "They like having midnight talk sessions"

You looked ahead to see them happily conversing, you looked down at your hand, you weren't happy with yourself, now that your being honest. These people were really loved by their Princes and are really in a relationship with the Princes, and you are nothing but a fake

"Eunnie" Aera calls after she notice you glaring at your cup "We hope we aren't bothering you, we really just wanted to meet you and become close with you"

You looked at her and smiled apologeically "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Yeonli nods and sits on the floor infront of you "Will you be my friend?" she asks and you nod making the rest also ask for your hand in friendship and Aera giggles "Eunnie looks scared" you blushed at her words making Yeonli tug on her hair playfully "Please you almost practically fainted when we dragged you here the first time"

The group bursts into laughter and you smiled, feeling relieved just as Hiyoung places her hand on your shoulder as Yeonli and Aeri bickered "Let them yell at each other, it'll be hilarious" she assured just when you were about to break them apart

Soomin takes a sip of her tea before she leans forward towards you "Eunnie, can you tell us stories about you and Prince Donghyuck?"

You blinked, "what?" you tilted your head to see all of them facing you and waiting for you to tell your story "But-"

"Don't worry, we'll tell our stories too, so" Soomin pouts and clasps her hands "please?"

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fakeloveaskblog · 3 years ago

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Yay lasertag!!! Janus you should totally go visit Remus on the weekend and hang out! Also, maybe invite Remy too, if they wanna come. Then (specially if they don't show) you can plan with them both to maybe go on another hangout with Remus but to somewhere you like and let Remy tag along for the ride if they wanna while u're at it.

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Janus: "Ah yes! I will let you know that after hanging out with Remus I managed to use my incredible totally very good texting skills to ask the Rems if they wanted to go to an art museum and they both for some reaosn, maybe they are being blackmailed, said yes! I hope it will go g-"

He cut himself off as he saw the two Rems come towards him. He had been waiting outside the museum. (Honestly half the reason he had choosen it was because he knew Remus liked art)

Remus waved at him while grinning. He had on sweatpants, a way too large t-shirt and a necklace made out of animal bones. Remy had their arm swung around him. Even though they had sunglasses on their eyebags were still visible.

“Aight gamers! Are we ready to do an epic art heist!! I got my sunglasses ready!” Remus exclaimed. He didn’t, he was planning on stealing Remy’s sunglasses.

“Partner you’re forgetting that we must first observe the security measures of the museum before we can even start to plan the heist” Janus replied.

“Oh!!! That’s what we’re doing today isn’t it??”

“Correct partner!”

“Babes I dunno why you gotta steal art when I’m standing right here” Remy added while posing.

“Good point. Good point”

Janus had on a yellow bowtie he’d gotten from Logan, a loose purple shirt and black dress pants. People had to look fancy when they went to museums right? Remy had a skirt short enough to fool god and their boyfriend’s hoodie on (it looked oversized on them but with how skinny they were Everything looked oversized on them).

As soon as they got in Remus started to bounce up and down as he looked at the posters showing all the different exhibitions. There was a modern art one, classical and one smaller exhibition for specifically mosaic works.

“So whatcha you wanna look at Snakey?” Remus asked.

Janus was caught of guard “Why are you asking me?”

“Well you chose how we would hang out. C’mon you deserve to choose this too”

He looked over to Remy who shrugged “Uhm okay. Well. The classical paintings would proably give us the most money on the black market so lets look at those”

“Yay!”

Remus quickly took on his noise canceling headphones and a chew necklace before doing thumbs up. He firmly took Janus’ hand in his. He sent him a soft smile which made Jan’s heart spin before dashing of with him into the exhibition.

A few big paintings from the renaissance hung on the wall. Remy came a little later since with the cane they walked pretty slow. Remus eyed the paintings from a distance before squinting at them up close. He flapped the hand he was hoding Janus with around.

"Oh!!! This is so cool!!!! This is from the renaissance but it's not using the chiaro oscuro technique like everyone did 'cause Da Vinci would eat their newborn if they didnt!”

"Is that why it's looking flatter than me?" Remy asked.

“YEah!! Augh I love the renaissance!!! Mostly because they were dissecting bodies so much!! sometimes for the sole purpose of drawing anatomy better!! I wanna do that! Or watch someone do that! Getting to see one of those old classrooms where they dissected corpses would be so awesome!”

“Huh good way to get rid of bodies. Great time for serial killers” Janus commented.

He let out a dreamy sigh “It truly was. They’re doing serial killers dirty nowadays”

They went through some more rooms of renaissance paintings. Janus made sure to hold Remus back a bit so Remy could keep up with them. The duke kept rambling about different shading techniques.

They stepped into another room and the style changed. Remus continued to flap his hand nonetheless. Janus was definitely going to have pain in his wrist tomorrow. It was worth it if he could hold his hand though.

Remy leaned their elbow on top of Janus’ head “This is like the baroque time right?”

“YEah!” Remus’ eyes went huge “Bean you didn’t tell me you were into art history??! Do you know about Ruben too?? I like how he paints butts!”

“What? Nah. I just- I can like see it on the clothes in the paintings. Can’t you?”

“Do I look like a time traveling fashiong guru” Janus replied sarcastically “That is honestly impressive”

Remy sunk in on themself and a hint of red appeared on their cheeks “No. Nah. I’m like a total airhead! Completel idiot! hehe I’m like tots sure everyone knows this stuff. Y’all are just bad at fashion. I uh anyway Rem you were gonna rant?”

“I was?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh....Okay!!” He looked around the room before getting caught on a small painting in the corner. He dashed over to it “HANds!”

The painting depicted 2 bloody hands over a table. They were holding onto each other. the red stuck out against the dark background. It was hard to see if they were supposed to belong to two people who were fighting or in love.

Remus looked down at Janus’ hand while playing with his fingers “I think my favorite body part are hands” He mumbled “I mean they’re horseshit to draw but they can do so much”

Janus looked away from the painting as well. He let his crush do whatever he wanted with his hand as long as he kept holding it. the way he held him so lightly but kept rubbing his thumb up and down his skin made him melt.

“Yeah they can do a lot of fucked up shit” Remy butted in. Jan nearly jumped. He’d completely lost himself in adoring his crush.

“Well hands can also be used to give snakes small berries! And to make coffee!”

“Girl I wasn’t starting an argument. But you sure did won it!”

Remus was staring down into the floor as he said “When I become a cannibal I would wanna try eating human fingers first. I’m sure they would be tasty”

“Why was there a when in there?” Jan asked in a small amount of terror.

“Oh yeah babe totally. I will like actually eat a dick” Remy agreed.

“Why is there a will in there? What kind of time tenses are you people on?? Does english grammar mean nothing to you heathens!?”

Remy got a smug look on their face. They poked their finger right into Janus’ chest “C’mon say what you will eat when you become a cannibal”

“Yeah Snakey” Remus squished his cheeks “Say it! Say it! Say it!”

The two of them kept going on while Janus looked like a sour lemon until he finally caved in.

“Fine. I would either eat the stomach or....the buttocks since they would have the most fat and sustain me the longest”

The Rems looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. “He said butT!” Remus cackled out. The other Rem nodded along and pretended to wipe away a tear from laughter.

“Aight babe let’s put the guy out of his misery”

They motioned for Remus to go ahead. He happily skipped into the next room and grabbed Jan’s hand to take him with him. The snake couldn’t help but notice how Remy stayed behind for a monent.

“Oh cool!! We’re onto impressionism! The first real art style!” He sighed “From impressionism to cartoon furries. How magical the journey of art is”

(Jan who had a scaley phase in high school chose to not reply)

“I love the music as well. Crazy lads. My favorite lad?” Remus snickered “De bussy!!”

“That’s my porn name” Remy instantly replied, coming up behind them. “Hey that paint lady kinda like looks like Terra” They pointed at a painting.

“....Hey YEaH! I guess my art is timeless!”

Janus looked between them “who’s Terra?”

“Well girl” Remy playfully ruffled Remus’ hair “She’s just Rem’s tots cool like cartoon character. She’s like all over his sketchbook. Makes it look kinda straight if you ask me but she does have like a very cool design so I get it!”

“Oh......Yes...Sounds very....cool”

The group kept going around looking at art. While it felt like lead was filling Janus’ chest. He’d never heard about Terra. He’d never seen his sketchbook. Meaning they had spent time with each other without him.

He pierced his nails into his palms to stop the thoughts. He refused to be some jealous person who didn’t allow his friends to hang out without him.....Still he wish he could have seen the drawings as well....seen them smile together...heard their shared laughter....

Oh. Oh what if they thought he was annoying. What if they preferred being without him. What if he’d forced them to come here today. What if-

“Hey snakey wanna look at the modern art as well?” Remus interrupted.

“What?”

Without realizing they’d gone through all of the classic art. Now they were in the last room with not much more than a giant painting the size of one of the walls and a bench.

“That sounds horrid!”

“Yay!”

Remus quickly continued of into the next exhibition. Janus still had the taste of lead filling his throat as he went to follow. Until he realized Remy wasn’t there. He turned around and saw them sitting on the bench in front of the painting. They were leaning their arms on their cane.

“It would probably give us a lot on the black market” Jan said while sitting down beside them.

“Mhm. It’s pretty. I just like wanted to look at it some more” They lied.

“Understandable”

The painting was pretty much a big flower field with a summer sky shining down on it. Janus noticed how Remy forced deep breathes through their gritted teeth. Their brows were furrowed and their hands kept shaking.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course!”

“I have some painkillers with me. Would that help agains the pain you’re totally not in?”

They glanced over to him “Girl what you doing walking around with painkillers?”

He looked at them with the most deadpan expression “Remy I’m overweight. You can not phantom how often I get knee pain" He took out a pill and held it out to them "Here"

"There's really like no need! I can like handle it"

Even more deadpan "You shouldn’t have to ‘handle it’. It's 1 painkiller dear. I'm not exactly becoming a saint because of this"

They hesitantly took it "Thanks"

He did fingerguns "No problemo"

They stayed sitting for a bit so the pill could kick in. Jan shuly glanced over to admire them every now and then. Remy kept looking down into the floor while picking at their skin.

“I’m sorry” They said it in a much quieter voice than their usual high pitched one “I tried to do everything right so I wouldn’t ruin everything. I even went to bed early so I wouldn’t get tired....I...I really looked forward to getting to be with you two”

Janus heart beat faster. He pulled himself together to comfort them “You haven’t ruined a thing”

They hid their face in their hands “I’ve been tired and out of it all day. I keep like slowing you down. Don’t think I haven’t like noticed how much you have to hold Rem back from going faster! I’ve just been making this all much worse than it should have been”

“Well you’re here aren’t you? I for one appreciate you simply being here. You don’t have to do anything to make me appreciate you, don’t even have to talk. I hope you know that”

“....really?”

“Oh no darling I totally expect you to win the nobel prize while in a kind of pain I can’t even imagine being in on a daily basis”

Remy chuckled “Thanks”

“There’s really no need for that. I am at any and all times doing the absolute minimum to be counted as a decent human being”

“Sure snakey-babey” They had a soft smile on their face.

They moved to hug him. Their arms wrapped around his back and they muffled their head right between his man titties. Janus sat still for a few seconds, too flustered to think before moving his arms around them as well. A hand on the back of their head, another on their lower back. Their skin felt so cold against his.

Remy closed their eyes and let themself calm down. They could feel Janus’ breathing against their hair.

“I think my fav like human part is the chest” They mumbled out “‘Cause I can hear the heart beat. It reminds me I’m- we’re still like alive”

“Like a bloody biological seashell”

“Exactly” They pressed themself closer. “I like being with you” It was nothing more than a whisper, like it was a secret “When you’re here I feel a bit less like a rotting corpse”

Janus held onto them harder “Well I-I try my best”

“I know babe”

His heart was beating out of his chest. The people around them must think they were a couple. He closed his eyes and focused on Remy’s touch, on Picani’s words from their last session. He managed to push enough of the shame away and focus on the happy butterflies in his stomach instead.

Remy moved away. The moment broke.

“We should probs go find Rem before he starts like eating the art”

“haha yeah” Janus did thumbs up but kept sitting. He’d gone full idiot.

It wasn’t until he saw Remy straining to stand up even with the cane his brain kicked back in.

“Is there some way I could help?”

They didn’t answer. But they did lean their arm around his shoulder to let him carry some of their weight. They slowly but surely made their way to the modern art exhibition.

Remus was sitting crosslegged in front of a weird statue, he was doodling in his sketchbook but shone up into a smile when he saw them.

“There you are! I was starting to think that either the zombie apocalypse had started or you were making out somehwere”

“Oh yeah babe. Full tounge” Remy joked back. Jan let out an inhumane noise.

He closed his sketchbook “I think we’re done here. You’re looking tired beanie. We can come back some other day”

Remy held back the urge to lie that they were fine. Instead they weakly nodded.

The gang left the museum. Right beside it was an ice cream shop. Remus got 3 scoops of a worryingly weird mix of flavors. Janus got 1 scoop of lemon. Remy didn’t feel like eating.

They sat down on a couple of benches right outside. Remy laid down with their head leaned onto Remus’ thigh. He chewed his ice cream while calmly moving his hand up and down their back.

Soon enough they were deep asleep. Janus quickly laid his jacket over their legs. He didn’t want to accidentally see anything under their skirt without their consent.

Remus stared at him like a blood sucking eagle while smiling “Soooo now when beanie is in dream land.......Do” He stopped to giggle “Janny. Janny. Do. Do you like someooooonnneee??”

Janus just blinked at him for half a minute. This was too much. This whole day was too much. He was a wreck. His crush was asking him THis?! While his other crush was laying in his crush’s lap?!?

“Why- Why- What- Who are you working for?! The fucking FBI??? Are they after me?” He desperately tried to joke it away.

“No. No. But seriously JanJan!” He wiggled his shoulders around in a stimmy way “Do you happen to like anyone with a name that starts on R????”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Janus kept glancing between his two crushes while his blushing could be seen out into space. He wanted to lie but his mouth wouldn’t move.

Remus leaned closer and whispered “You’re into Remy right?”

He nodded. A breathe of relief went through him. At least Remus didn’t know he liked him.

“OH I KNEW IT!” Remus yelled out in excitement while flapping his hands.

“Shh! Shh!” Janus scrambled to cover his mouth as Remy stirred for a moment. “Shhhh!” They cuddled closer to their friend and fell back asleep.

“I knew it!” He giggled “Or I mean Remy knew. They told me they thought you were into them”

“WHAT?!”

Now it was Remus that covered his mouth. He was full on cackling “Yeah! They said it was really obvious! But good for you snakey! I’m sure if you murder their boyfriend you can get them in no time! Or you can become a fab homewrecker!! I can help you buy a nice sexy dress and all!!”

Janus paled in terror “How- In- What- In what way did they say it was obvious?”

“Oh y’know-”

The notif on his phone went off. He checked and his eyes went wide. He carefully moved Remy’s head onto the bench before standing up.

“Sorry snakey! Ro needs super duper emergency help! Gotta go!! See you later! Don’t die!”

Remus left him just like that. Right after dropping THAT bomb on him. Janus sat unmoving. His mouth was slightly agape in shock. His thoughts were runnig around screaming nonstop.

He sat like that for over 20 minutes until Remy let out a yawn and slowly woke up. They took off their sunglasses to rub their eyes. Just seeing their vibrantly green eyes made Janus panic even more.

“Did Rem disintegrate?” Their voice was hoarse from sleepyness. Janus pinched himself to hold back the uhm feelings.

“He- he uh he went he went he sure did went yeah”

“....Cool!”

They stretched their joints, they all cracked. They looked to Janus and moved closer. He couldn’t breathe. They knew. They knew. They knew.

“Girl are you feeling okay?” They pressed their palm to his forehead “You’re like super hot. In both ways! Maybe you should like go home and rest. I gotta get home before my boyf gets home anyway”

“Y-yeah” Was all Janus could get out.

“Cool. OH! By the way! Girl!!! We haven’t like hung out just the two of us right?? We should tots do that! Just like tell me whatever you wanna do and we can do it!”

“Yeah”

“Awesome! Well I’ll see you on that hang out then”

They hugged him for just a few seconds but for those seconds Janus felt like he was in heaven.

They got up and left. Janus slumped over on the bench. His heart was going crazy. They knew. They knew and now they wanted to hang out alone with him. He turned to you. His eyes were wide and panicked.

Janus: “W-what am I supposed to do? I don’t know any good hang out plans! Do you know any??? I’m- this is all- how did they even know I like them! Oh I’m sounding like an overdramatic 13 year old.....This totally isn’t really overwhelming. I would hate getting Logan cuddles right now!”

#thanks for the ask!!#im sorry these keep getting longer #i really do try to cut them down #dukeceit #demus #janus sanders #remus sanders #remy sanders #mini fic #sanders sides #desleep #desleepmus #dukeceitsleep

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impaladolan · 4 years ago

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Capture - Grayson Dolan [8/-]

summary: y/n is quick to plot revenge.. but does she get away with it..?

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and smut :)

a/n: i seriously love you

Anonymous said:

Ooohoohohoh I’m excited for her to steal his Rolex haha omg maybe she wears it and doesn’t give him it back when he asks for it OMG u know what would be cute!! if one day she goes snooping in his bedroom and tries on his chain necklace n rings and he walks out the shower n he’s like ummmm ok ily

Anonymous said:

i want y/n to ride gray’s thigh in his office, like he’s just got in still fully in his suite w his gun on his belt and she just walks in and strips 👀👀

Anonymous said:

I have an idea hehe!! WhYi f y/n gets drunk like she f inds alcohol in graysons office or kitchen or something and shes being really bratty but it’s so cute and she’s giving him nose kissies and hugging up and telling him stuff and he’s just listening and loving her

Relaxation.

That's how you'd explain the certain state of euphoria I'm embezzled within. Young love is a treacherous trap that can either end in favor, or be torn to shreds in only mere moments. To feel so passionate and fervently invested in someone you've only ever known and loved is such a thrill, and you could never forget those memories embedded in your mind.

Like right now, laying in bed while the sun's first shine leaks through the window and gleams down upon the two of us, nuzzled under the covers. His leg was wrapped over mine and his arms hung loosely around my hips, sheltering me from ever possibly leaving his grasp. I was the first to wake, but I dared not to move an inch.

The world around me was motionless, so peaceful and calm. Nothing could bother or disrupt the atmosphere around me. Everything felt so perfect, embraced by the one I love and the man I admire. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever unsettle me in this moment.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself...

A darkness warped over my newly sunken eyes, shielding the world around me. I called out his name, but nothing came out. The warmth I once felt upon my body, vanished into the air and seemed like it'd never return. The world became cold and useless, all the positivity and tranquility that once surrounded me was blown away and now, I sit in darkness;

All by myself.

Him.

It seemed too early in the morning to be awake at such an hour, but you had crashed shortly after making it back to your room last night. You were so mortified and embarrassed, for all those men to see you so vulnerable and being punished. Though, the crazy inside you kind of liked it, but still, it pushed boundaries.

Initially, you had wanted to sleep in all day, and hopefully never leave your room ever again. Although, today's forecast decided otherwise. A ground shaking rumble of thunder made you awaken and the shoestring lighting bolts strung across the darkened sky had drawn you in. Since you essentially have no concept of time, whatsoever, you had to believe it was early in the morning, unless you really had slept in all day...

It's been presumably an hour or so since you first fluttered your eyes open. By now, you had plotted a sickening revenge to his outrageous acts he had committed only a day ago. Of course, you had created horribly ill plans that even you could never pull off. Such as vandalizing his expensive vehicles or even trashing the entire house. You had even gone as far as to planning an "accidental" fire in the kitchen.

But something inside you had put a halt to those thoughts.

Other than not wanting to be known as a malicious arsonist, you had some sort of pull towards him— but what that pull was, you couldn't figure out. The phrase; " Darling, I may be a stranger to you, but you're no stranger to me," has been left in your mind ever since the words first left his mouth. You couldn't possibly help but wonder what that even meant. You felt like you've known him from a past life somehow, and that could potentially explain the affection you have towards him. All of that aside, you have to remember that he isn't who your brain morphs him in to be. He's a felon who's abducted you and has pulled you away from society and everything you've ever been a part of.

For some reason, that's hard for you to mentally consider.

Aside from criminalizing yourself too by creating a fire or becoming a vandalizer, the best option is to state your assertiveness and trespass the "laws" that he has forbidden you ro break. Unlike yesterday's escapades of you ruining the dining room table, today you were up for higher anticipated endeavours. You had it all planned out and you knew what you'd do in order to complete your vengeances.

And he's not going to be very happy...

The atmosphere above and around you still rumbles with the loud, crackling thunder and the strikes of lightning flooding certain increments of light through the surrounding windows pave your path to the daunting door. You were still dressed in the white shirt that could barely pass as acceptable in the public eye, and your feet were frozen at the first touch of the wooden floor. You kept on like you have done in the previous times you have left your room for mischievous reasons. You silently open the door, leaving it wide open as you crept out of your assigned room and into the hallway. You knew that the very first place you would go would be the kitchen. No, you aren't creating a fire or any of the sort, but you were going to raid the fridge and have your fill with what it has to offer.

You walk straight past the opening and right into the glorious establishment of cookware, like it was your very own home and you were just up for a midnight snack. In all honesty, you could get used to living here.

If only it weren't forced onto you, that is.

Your fingertips soon collide with the long, frigid handle of the refrigerator door and pull it wide open, marveling at the large display of different beverages and foods strategically set up. Of course, it was mainly veggies and several healthy-looking meal options. Which didn't surprise you whatsoever.

He has a nice physique for a reason...

You couldn't find anything that made your stomach growl with hunger, until you opened up the freezer drawer and spotted a nice looking ice cream container. Still, it looked healthy and it'd make you all the more frozen, but it would manage to subside your aching sweet tooth for now. You pop open the lid and fish around the drawers for a utensil. With a content sigh, you plunge a huge spoonful of the solid liquid and empty it into your mouth, savoring every last flavor like it would be the last time you'd ever eat the sugary treat again. It was delicious, the absolute best ice cream you've ever devoured in the entirety of your life.

You almost ate half the jar until you decided you were parched and needed a nice drink to soothe your throat. Luckily this time you were familiar with where the glasses were kept and already had your hand wrapped around a large wine glass that was a little bit higher up than the rest of the glassware. You set it down quietly, trailing your eyes upon the clean and prim counter.

A tall, fancy upscale bottle of what looked to be whiskey was settled in the corner, nicely organized with the other alcoholic beverages that were of the same importance.

Now, you weren't exactly a "drink-whiskey-out-of-a-wine-glass" type of gal, but as they say; desperate times call for desperate measures— and you were on the search of something to loosen you up a bit, and that was that.

You brought the glass over to where you had stationed your cup, not even flinching when you uncork the liquor and pour its contents out. With improper proportioning of the said liquid, you put the whiskey back how it was.

"Fuck, here we go." You inaudibly groan to yourself, just knowing that you'll regret every decision you've made in the near future. Raising up the plum-full glass, you tip it back into your mouth and down a whole gulp.

Nasty.

It's definitely an acquired taste, but the barely detectable taste of vanilla made it hardly feasible. You dared to not put the glass down until you were finished with it and had that sour taste submitted through your fiery throat.

The least you could say was that it's pretty smooth, but not something you'd drink in your free time.

In your head, you knew you'd feel a bit wonky, considering your nearly empty stomach and your abstinence from alcohol for the last month or so. It'd be easy to feel the side effects and overall feel much better, like you were aiming for.

Once you drained the glass of every last drop, you held your breath and rushed to the sink. The overwhelming want to just regurgitate what you ingested had drawn upon you, but you refrained from doing so. Waiting out the sickly feeling, you run a bit of cold water over your hand and press it against your forehead for a moment. Everything became hot, even with the freezing temperatures, you felt like breaking a sweat.

All just the side effects of alcohol, I'm sure.

Within the passing minutes, the faintness flew away and the sounds of the thunderstorm filled your ears. A large banging of the clouds above frightened you and you knocked over the glass you had just rested your lips on.

You didn't even feel bad about all the shattered pieces on the floor, it actually brought a smile to your face and you were ready to begin the fully planned extravaganza.

First stop; his room.

You skipped back the hallway, still quiet but not as careful as before. You weren't afraid of any consequences and whatever he was going to do to you wouldn't be too harsh. It's not like he's embarrassed you enough already anyway.

You easily find his door, pushing the handle down as slow as possible, just in case he was asleep in his room. His door didn't creak as you opened it, and nor did his floorboards as you walked straight into his marvelous bedroom. It was extravagant, but yet it still felt homely. You check the bed, no sign of him or anyone for the matter. He probably at a meeting, or something.

Not that you care..

You continue your stroll, glancing around his room for anything that could spark your immediate attention, considerably his desk. It held a lot of his more—fashionably inclined belongings. Such as his masculine jewelry and expensive watches. There was even a small, purple ring that reminded you of something you had worn a long time ago. You brush that off, it brings up sore wounds from a time where you were a lot happier and everything was simpler.

I wish I could say that now..

You began to pick up the neatly placed objects, slipping a couple of heavy necklaces around your neck and the large rings upon your fingers. You laugh at the size difference of your hand and how they barely stay on your fingers.

The stationary mirror attached to the desk caught your eyes, and you begin to make funny faces at it. Which sends you into a hushed giggle fest that makes you double over in your seat. Still caught up in your laughter, you take off all of the rings, just leaving a couple on the desk and tossing a few over to his bed. You do the same with the necklaces, except for the two that you threw into one of the drawers.

That’s when your eyes caught the nice watches, stuffed in clear pouches with the brand labeled across them. Rolex is the first you saw, and the first one you picked up. You weren’t thinking clearly. Hence the reason you tore it out of it’s protective packaging and brought it up above your head, throwing it down to the ground and watching the tiny glass fragments splatter everywhere.

It’s not like he can’t buy a new one, right?

Feeling content and a little less frustrated, you left the messy scene and followed your footsteps back into the hallway. He didn't seem to hear you, so the determination to find out his name came across your mind and you became dead set on finding it, so you basically sprinted into his ominous office and delved into his comfy chair without care.

Your motor skills were altered and it seemed to take for ever to lift yourself out of the chair and tap on the computer keyboard for it to wake up. While it began its process of turning on, you led your hand down to the drawers and pulled at them. And that’s when you found the very first locked up thing in this house.

“Care to tell me what you’re doing in here darling?” His alluring voice blasted through your ears and made you leap upward. “It’s not been a day and you’re already back to being a brat?” You couldn’t see what he looked like, but his silhouette looked suited and enticing.

Very enticing, actually...

“M’trying to find out your name, Daddy.” You spoke before you could think, crossing your arms over your chest while your lips form a pout. His body leaves from the doorway, and you’re barely able to see him as he strides over towards you. Suddenly, a light flips on and you’re met with his beautiful frame, a smile daunting his face as he looks down at your innocence.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He moves closer, wrapping his hand under your chin while his other has his blazer hung on his finger and thrown towards his back. He looks cute in a smile, until it forms into a confused frown.

“Have you been drinking, Y/N?” Your eyes widen and you quickly nod. You knew you’d be in trouble with him anyway, so might as well be honest now. “I c-couldn’t sleep and I- I just wanted a sip of somethin’.” You shrug, looking downward as you give him an okayish explanation.

“You know what helps me sleep?” He lets your chin go, dropping his jacket and beginning to roll up his dress-shirt’s sleeves. You shake your head, chewing your bottom lip as you take in his appearance. “A nice cocksucking does.” Thunder crackles loudly outside as his husky voice deepens and makes a cool wind run down your spine.

“Then let me help you..” You wrap your arms around his neck, twisting him around and forcefully pushing him down in the chair you were once sitting in. You were about to fall to your knees to “help” him, but he pulls your hips towards him and sets you on his lap. You replace your hands around his neck, sinking your fingertips into his hair and massaging the silky softness of it. He sweetly sighs, readjusting the leg you were sat upon.

And that’s when you feel the sensation you’ve been craving for however long you’ve been here.. you think..

“M’hm, do that again..” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He actually obliges, his brows furrowed as he watches your face contort. “Like riding my thigh, huh?” He asks as he placed his large hands around your waist. You nod, moving your hips in the same direction. You eyes shut, your head falling back a little as you smoothly move against his muscled thigh.

It felt so good, everything felt so good actually. He somehow looked so much more attractive, the beard dotting his face and his hair styled nicely. Even what he was wearing had you wanting more.

You open your eyes for a moment, watching his pleased expression as he watches you needingly thrust yourself upon his warm, clothed thigh. He even steadily lifted his knee in the correct places, aiding in the pleasure that him alone could bring you. Your eyesight seemed foggy but visible enough to see the gun at his waist side, and you almost froze when you saw it. Even in your intoxicated state of mind, you knew that just the weapon could possibly help you escape and make it back to your own home.

You didn't think it through thoroughly..

You lean in, your lips next to his ear as you practically collapse upon him, though your movements to further yourself towards releasing didn't halt. You slipped your left hand down to his waist band, sensually gliding it over his tented groin. He shutters under your touch, clearing his throat as his heads falls back slightly. As quick as your body would let you, you grab for the handle of the gun and raise it up towards his forehead, stopping all your movements and gaining his attention.

"Y/N—" He starts, gliding his hands up your bare thighs.

"Don't fucking move, or I'll— I'll shoot you." You sounded clear as day in your head, but your words became slurred as they left your mouth, and he smirked at your innocence. Just as quickly as you pulled the gun, he took it away.

He grabbed the barrel and snatched it from your grip, placing it back into its holster at his side. You yelp as he grabs your wrists, twisting them around your back and slamming you into the table with an evil chuckle. "Better keep those hands pretty little hands to yourself, princess. You're too innocent to commit murder anyway." He continues his hoarse chuckles, licking a stripe up his hand before striking your slick pussy. "D-Ahh!" You hiccup, pressing your legs as close together as you can.

“Better fuckin’ pray that you can walk tomorrow, darling...”

to be continued...

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cakesunflower · 4 years ago

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Just My Kind [Teacher!Calum AU] Part 7

A/N: helloooooo i am back!! i’m sorry it took, like, forever for me to update this story omg. but i’m back with some more Odessa and Calum content hehe. happy reading!!

Her fingers in his hair was gentle, threading through the blonde strands lazily as opposed to the tight grip she’d had on them moments before. Neither of them made any indications of moving from their position, with Calum half laying on top of Odessa, face all but buried into the crook of her neck as his left arm lay across her bare stomach, their legs tangled together under the sheets, which were brought up to rest just below Odessa’s collarbones. The silence between them was comfortable, intimate, as they reveled in the afterglow of finally giving into one another, their breathing evening out and bodies melting into one another.

She was warm under him, skin soft and smooth against his own, and Calum felt his eyes flutter as Odessa continued running her fingers through his hair. As much as he was coming down from a high that shook him to his very core, Calum’s mind was still playing catch up with what had just occurred. Being with Odessa was something Calum had been thinking about for so long—since they’d become friends and he got to know her. And the more he became familiar with her, the stronger the urge to be with her became. Knowing Odessa was a privilege—getting to be with her went beyond that.

While her fingers raked through his hair, his own lightly trailed along her bare side, arm still resting across her body. His lips felt electric, an effect of kissing Odessa, selfishly wanting more. Instead, Calum broke their silence, voice soft as he said, “I know how to skate.”

Odessa’s hand didn’t stop its movement. Without evening glancing up at her, Calum could hear the amusement in her voice as she asked, “What?”

His cheek remained resting on her shoulder, left leg tangling with her right under the covers. “I know how to skate,” Calum repeated with a wry smile. “I just pretended to be struggling ’cause I knew you’d hold my hand.”

His reasoning sounded foolish, childish, even to his own ears, but Calum stood by it. He’d gone weeks without having much interaction with Odessa, a distance imposed by her without so much as a word to him, and they’d finally been getting on track after she’d explained it to him. But childish or slick, Calum got her to hold his hand, and the feeling of her gloved fingers wrapping around him was one he welcomed immediately. Of course, the sensation of her glove-free digits wrapping around his when his body hovered over hers, lips meeting lips as he jutted his hips towards where she’d been craving him most, was ten times more thrilling and wonderful.

“I know you were,” Odessa surprised him by answering, the smile evident in her tone. “You’re too good on your feet.”

Calum raised his eyebrows, feeling his grin widening as he lifted his head to look down at her, brown eyes meeting glimmering blue. His chest was pressed against hers, the pendant of a necklace Ashton had given to him—as well as Luke and Michael—dangling between them. “So you wanted to hold my hand too, huh?”

Odessa smiled, lips pink and kissed, her dark hair splayed against the white pillow. “Just a little,” she hummed before using her hand tangled in his hair to bring his head down, and Calum complied instantly to connect their lips.

Returning the kiss, Calum’s left hand slid up from her side to cup her jaw, her lips parting to deepen the kiss as Calum pressed into her. A low, appreciative moan sounded from Odessa’s throat at the sensation, and Calum’s lips smiled against hers, reveling in the familiar way her fingers tightened around his hair. Every kiss sent a shockwave of electricity through Calum’s veins, like every cell in his body was being reignited with the thrill of kissing Odessa, something he’d been yearning to do for so long. She was a breath of fresh air and Calum hadn’t realized he’d been suffocating until this moment.

“You gonna stay here tonight?” Odessa murmured, lips brushing against his as she spoke. They were so close, Calum could feel her long lashes fluttering against his own skin, could smell her fruity perfume he’d become so intimately familiar with—a pleasant combination of strawberry and vanilla.

His eyes met hers, a small smile tilting at his lips. “Can I?”

Her arm slid around his neck, nose bumping his own as she smiled, “Please.”

It was the best night’s sleep he’d had.

The next two days at Big Bear were spent indulging in the amenities of the resort. Calum enjoyed going on the slopes, either by himself or with a couple of students who genuinely enjoyed his company, and then joined Odessa whether it be going tubing, to the village, getting food, visiting the zoo—whatever they felt like taking part in. Though their chaperoning duties were never ignored, Calum made sure the two of them could selfishly steal away moments together, absent from the eyes of students and fellow teachers. Odessa never complained, all too compliant in his mischievous acts, a silent and mutual agreement that it was alright for them to have these instances with one another.

Too soon was the trip over, and by Sunday evening, the school buses were pulling into the school’s parking lot. The teachers who’d chaperoned waited for all of the students to go home before leaving themselves, which didn’t take too long given that every student had either driven to the school themselves or were carpooling. It only took a few minutes for the parking lot to empty out, and shouldering his duffel bag, Calum walked alongside Odessa to where her car was parked, just two spots away from his own.

The bus ride back home had been far more pleasant than when they had been heading to Big Bear. This time around, conversations between them flowed freely, the tense silence from the other day nowhere to be found. They had found a new familiarity between them, a sweet kind of intimacy, that allowed them to be more comfortable and open with one another than before. Of course, they had to be careful with what they talked about—they had been on a bus full of students, after all.

“You know, I still have to take you out on a first date,” Calum said casually, the loose gravel of the parking lot crunching under his shoes.

Odessa cast a look at him, eyebrows lifting in mild amusement. “Is that an observation or are you asking me out on a date?”

“Both,” Calum responded with a small grin. “Preferably before the madness of midterms week drives us up the walls.”

She scoffed as they reached her car, keys already in hand as she pressed the button to unlock the door. But Odessa made no move to get in, instead leaning back against the door, carry-on at her side as she gazed up at Calum. The sun was beginning to set, the sky cast in a pretty blend of pinks and purples, a soft glow on them—on her. Calum had quickly come to realize Odessa looked beautiful under any light, natural or not, and he was inclined to spend as much time as he could just by simply staring at her.

“You know most of my schedule,” she told him pointedly, shrugging slightly. “If you wanna go after school, that works. Or the weekend. Whichever.”

Calum hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side. They were the last two in the parking lot, the rest of the teachers and students gone at this point. “Any preference of what you wanna do?”

“I’m fine with a simple dinner,” Odessa told him truthfully, smile quirking. “There’s this Mediterranean place I’ve been wanting to try downtown—if you’re down.”

He wasn’t surprised by her request; out of all the women Calum had come to know, Odessa was the most relaxed. There was nothing simple about her, in the best of ways, but if all she truly wanted was to have a nice dinner, then he would make sure she got it. Honestly, Calum didn’t care what they did—as long as he got to spend time with her. Calum took a step towards her, diminishing the small bit of space between them, dark eyes never leaving her bright blue. “So down,” he chuckled quietly.

Her smile widened a bit, biting her lower lip as she did so, and another thought reluctantly crept through Calum’s mind. With a slight tilt of his head, he asked, “Is this something you wanna keep between us—for now? Until you talk to Paige?”

Calum didn’t know the extent of what Paige said to Odessa—surely it was willful enough to push Odessa into putting some distance between him and her over the past few weeks. She had told Calum that she didn’t want him talking to Paige unless it had to do with his own relationship with Paige, because Odessa wanted to talk to her on her own as well, and Calum respected that decision. He just wanted to be careful with how they moved forward, not wanting to mess things up before they got started.

Odessa paused for a moment, a thoughtful glaze over her eyes as she looked away briefly, mind turning. Calum waited patiently as she let out a long breath. “For now, yeah,” she answered slowly, dragging her gaze to meet his once more. “I don’t want us to tell, like, Luke or anyone and then have them hide it from Paige, you know? If she finds out then she’s just gonna spin it into some ridiculous narrative,” she said with a roll of her eyes, like that very situation was one she could easily see coming to life.

He nodded along and with a quick note of the tension in her shoulders, Calum proceeded to try and ease some of it by smirking boyishly. “You sayin’ I’m your dirty little secret, Ms. Kline?” he mused, taking a step towards her, feeding into the constant need of wanting to be close to her.

Pink dusted across her cheeks and Calum reveled in the effect he had on her, lifting her chin to maintain their gaze as he wound his arms around her waist. Her hands gripped his arms, her own mouth quirking as she replied, “You seem pretty excited about that title, so I’m gonna say yes.” Calum couldn’t help but lean down and press a gentle kiss to her smiling lips, feeling her hand reach up so fingers could graze along his jaw. Odessa let out a soft breath when they parted. “No matter how I phrase my words, I know Paige’s gonna be pissed. And I don’t really care about that but I just—I don’t know, I wanna be prepared for the shit she’s gonna say, you know?” The pink in her cheeks darkened, eyes sheepishly meeting his as she added in a mumble, “That probably sounds so stupid.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Calum instantly reassured her, but a muscle in his jaw feathered at the idea of Paige running her mouth at Odessa. Maybe he was to blame, too. Maybe he’d given Paige some sort of false hope, or never was clear on his lack of interest. If Odessa had something to settle with Paige, then Calum knew he did, too. “You take your time and do what you have to do, Essa. I’ll be here the whole time.”

Her response was in the form of a grateful smile followed by another kiss, which Calum welcomed wholeheartedly.

*****

“Do you think it’s weird that this doesn’t feel weird?”

�� Odessa raised her eyebrows as she sipped at her Coke, lips curling against the rim of the glass before setting it down. With a teasing smile, she asked, “Did you expect this to feel weird?”

Across from her, Calum chuckled lowly, arms folding on top of the table as he leaned forward. “Not at all,” he replied smoothly. Then he grinned, the smile that always caught Odessa’s breath. “On the contrary—I’m relieved there’s no first date awkwardness, you know?”

She did know. Odessa had been on enough first dates to recognize when they would lead to a longer relationship or if they’d end right there. Before every first date, Odessa remembered feeling the anxious nerves that always accompanied the excitement, the worry of whether or not the man she was with would be interested in her enough to want to see her again. But before, she’d gone out with men set up by other friends, men she hadn’t known quite well.

This time, though, she knew the man who sat across from her. For the past few months, she’d gotten to known Calum; they became friends, a lot closer than she had expected them to grow. But he understood her, he gave her a sense of balance she hadn’t known she needed. He was her friend; someone who’d gotten to know her quite well, who Odessa was so unbelievably comfortable around that she never once felt as though she had to be someone else around him. He’d shown her exactly the kind of sincere man he was and Odessa hadn’t realized whatever walls she may have had disappeared almost immediately upon their introduction.

“I’m not surprised there’s no awkwardness,” Odessa told him with a knowing laugh as her blue eyes met his brown. “Are you?”

“Absolutely—I’m surprised we’re actually here.”

Odessa raised an eyebrow, a playful glint seeping into her eyes as Calum took a sip of his drink following his words. The two of them were sitting on the outdoor patio of the Mediterranean restaurant Odessa had told him about, lights strung up above them and potted plants making up the perimeter of the patio. “Really?” Odessa questioned with another laugh. “After what happened on the trip, you’re surprised we’re on a date?”

Calum grinned widely, boyish and handsome as the smile he wore called for the crinkles to appear in the corners of his warm brown eyes, illuminated by the glow of the lights above them. “Just relieved to know you didn’t lose interest,” he teased in return, throwing her a wink.

Odessa leaned forward as well, her eyebrows flicking up, grin ever present. “Maybe I’m just in it for the free dinner.” Not that she would let him pay; she was perfectly fine with splitting the bill. She shrugged one shoulder, relenting, “But I guess the company’s not half bad.”

Half bad, my ass. Odessa’s grin couldn’t be anymore genuine if she tried. Was it silly of her to feel so thrilled, so giddy, over the fact that she was currently having dinner with Calum? They’d gone out to eat a number of times before, but this felt different. And not just because they’d already slept together, had already crossed the line from being friends. No; right now, with the busy buzz of other restaurant patrons around them mingling with the noise of the city, with the lights above them twinkling and bathing the man in front of her in a warm glow, Odessa knew all of this was different.

It was a step towards reaching a happiness she hadn’t thought she’d get. And, no, she wasn’t letting her overall happiness depend on a man, but she would be a fool not to acknowledge the relief that warmed her at the notion of being on something as simple as a date with Calum. And maybe that was silly, given that they’d slept together before this night, but she didn’t care. All of her focus was on Calum and that, by simply looking at him and knowing him, she was well aware that he was just as eager and excited to be there as she was.

As the two of them enjoyed their appetizer of hot pita bread with hummus and tzatziki sauce, Calum asked, “Can I be honest with you, Essa?”

She sat up, a curious tilt in her head. “Always.”

“I didn’t think I’d get to have this chance.” Odessa blinked at him, momentarily unsure of what he meant, and a corner of Calum’s lips quirked up in a small smile. “Figured that we were only ever going to stay friends—nothing more. It’s why I never asked you out sooner because—another truth? I wanted to ask you out within one week of knowing you.”

Odessa could truly feel her heart leap into her throat at Calum’s confession, unable to help the way her eyes widened ever so slightly. That long—he’d been wanting to be with her for that long? That was only slightly longer than Odessa wanting him—slightly. But still, the admission had her heart beginning to race. “Really?” she asked, and she would be embarrassed by how breathless she sounded if who she was speaking to was someone else. But with Calum, Odessa never truly felt insecure. “Only after a week of knowing me?”

He smiled, boyish and playful. “Honestly, Luke talked about you enough before you ever moved here to make it seem like I already knew you,” Calum said, and Odessa sent a mental thanks to their tall blonde friend. “He’s one of my best friends and if he liked you that much, I knew if I ever met you, we’d get along well. And then he told me you were going to be my new colleague and it felt almost too perfect to know we had something as significant as our careers in common.” He paused, letting out a short, almost sheepish, chuckle. “That probably sounds stupid.”

“It doesn’t,” she assured him. Odessa bit the inside of her cheek, a brief silence between them, her gaze never leaving his as she finally asked, “And when you actually got to know me?”

There was nothing but uncompromised truth in his dark eyes, in his words, as he instantly responded, “You were better than anything I could’ve imagined.”

Her cheeks flamed at the compliment, heart erratic, and for a moment Odessa remained breathless because of how Calum gazed at her. She didn’t think she ever was the subject of someone’s pure attention the way she was of Calum’s. He stared at her like he couldn’t get enough—stared at her the way she thought about him. Dipping a piece of pita in hummus, Odessa found herself mumbling, “You give me too much credit.”

Not insecure—shy. Not used to being admired the way Calum did her. None of the men she’d been with before made her feel this way—like she was freefalling but wasn’t at all afraid, knowing there was someone to catch her at the bottom. Knowing that Calum was there.

“No, I don’t,” Calum hummed. And the way he looked at her, Odessa knew that he knew her shy demeanor was just because of that—shyness, not insecurity. Which was why his lips curled into a smirk, leaning back in his seat as he gave a one shouldered shrug, “But I guess that’s alright—given that you so obviously thought the same thing about me when we first met.”

There was a wickedly playful glint in his eyes, and Odessa felt her body relaxing and warming at the same time. The smile returned to her lips, widening as she said, “I’d say you’re full of yourself, but you’re not wrong.”

“Really?” Calum asked, eyebrows shooting up as if that were news to him, as if he hadn’t just acknowledged it seconds ago. Leaning forward once more, the mischief sparking in his eyes, Calum jerked his chin. “Go on—what was the first thing you thought when you saw me?”

Her response was instant. “That you weren’t as tall as Luke.”

Calum’s expression fell flat and Odessa burst into laughter, unable to keep it in at the sight of the pout on his lips and narrowing of his eyes. “Nobody’s as tall as that fuckin’ giant,” Calum grumbled, resembling a petulant child, which only made Odessa laugh more. But she noted the twitch in his lips, knowing he was struggling to keep a straight face.

Odessa’s laughter softened as she decided to give him the truth. “I thought you were handsome,” she told him factually despite the warmth in her skin. “And that yellow was a really great color on you.” Oh, she definitely remembered the yellow button down he’d worn on her first day of teaching—and the tattoos on full display she’d become intimately familiar with recently. “And then I got to know you and realized you’re more than just a pretty face.” Afterall, there was so much more to him than just that breathtaking smile.

The same smile he was giving her now, but before Calum could respond, their waiter returned with their food, Odessa’s mouth watering at the chicken platter placed in front of her. As the two of them reached for their utensils, Calum said, “You know, I’m glad we waited until now to do this.”

Odessa glanced up from where she was placing a napkin on her lap. “You are?”

“Think about it—” Calum grinned, and Odessa was positive that he hadn’t stopped doing that since the moment he had picked her up, which made her heart flutter all on its own. He spoke with his hands, the few rings he wore, along with the chain bracelet, glinting as it caught the light. “We built a solid friendship over the months which only served to help you realize how into me you are—” Odessa let out a startled yet amused laugh at his casualness and Calum snickered. She wasn’t necessarily going to argue with him, and he knew that. “And because of that, we realized how much of a perfect fit we are and we’re finally doing this.”

Her cheeks were hurting from how much she was smiling, absolutely smitten by Calum and how damn easy this was with him. So effortless. She smiled at him, knowing he could tell she agreed by the look in her eyes as she repeated, “A perfect fit, huh?”

His smile turned wolfish, a wicked glint in his eyes as he leaned forward, deep voice dropping low as he said, “If you’d like another demonstration, I’d be more than happy to show you, Ms. Kline.”

Odessa’s cheeks flushed, images of what they’d gotten up to at Big Bear flashing through her mind without warning, and she could feel her heart picking up its pace at the smirk Calum wore. Like he knew exactly what she was thinking about that was warming her skin. She dropped her gaze to her food, pulling her smiling lower lip into her mouth before she looked at him once more. The heat in his gaze was enough to melt her as she found herself saying, “Maybe after dinner.”

It hadn’t been difficult to keep that promise.

After dinner—they’d spent a little over two hours at the restaurant, lost in their chatter and each other’s company—Calum had asked if Odessa would want to come over for a drink or two, and who was she to reject such an offer?

And yet their wine sat forgotten on the coffee table, glasses half drunk before Odessa and Calum’s interest shifted to one another. She wasn’t one to wear dresses often, but Odessa damn near celebrated the decision to wear a summer dress on her date with Calum—and appreciated the warm weather of California. Her dress, a dusty pink spaghetti strapped number, worked in her favor as she straddled Calum’s lap, knees bent on either side of his thighs, her hands grasping his jaw as he kissed her like she was the breath of fresh air he was desperate for.

His own hands had disappeared under the spread of the skirt of her dress, his touch warm against the bare skin of her thighs as the rings added a chilling sensation. Odessa couldn’t give a shit about the wine and she knew neither could Calum. It had been his subtle way of inviting her home with him instead of outright crudely suggesting it, and she knew that he knew she would understand what he was asking from her. Odessa was more than willing to give him exactly what they both wanted.

“I really did intend for us to have a couple of drinks, y’know,” Calum spoke against her lips, voice a deep rasp that sent shivers down her spine.

His lips were so soft, faintly tasting of the bottle of red they’d abandoned, and Odessa couldn’t get enough of his kisses. “Sure you did,” she smiled, right hand reaching up to push back some short blonde curls that fell across his forehead. Her nose brushed against his, hooded gaze on Calum as she mused, “We could go back to just drinking, if you want.”

That wasn’t at all what he wanted. They both knew it.

That wicked glint returned to his eyes that dropped to her mouth. “Maybe later,” he dismissed before capturing her lips in another searing, heart stopping kiss.

Odessa’s shoes had long since been kicked off, and as her fingers buried in the soft locks of Calum’s hair, he smoothly pushed himself to his feet as Odessa’s legs automatically wrapped around his hips. Calum moved them around his house efficiently, never once breaking the kiss as they entered his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him in case Duke woke up from his slumber in the living room and trotted inside. Couldn’t have that.

Odessa couldn’t hope to keep track of every piece of clothing that slid off their bodies, too wrapped up in the kisses Calum dizzied her with, both of their bodies moving on their own accord to undress and become as close as they could. She was vaguely aware of the soft mattress beneath her, aware that she was almost completely naked as her hand slid up the expanse of Calum’s bare, tattooed chest, fingers hooking around the chain of his necklace as he loosely bit his lower lip, watching her heatedly as he slipped her underwear right off her legs.

She was greedy for him; for the taste of him, for the feel of his skin against hers—everything Calum had to offer, Odessa desperately wanted it. He was a sight to behold as he kneeled above her, blonde hair mussed from her fingers and lips kissed and swollen. The glaze of his eyes as he looked down at her, hunger and need ever present, was enough to set her skin on fire as Calum finally leaned down to connect their lips.

Odessa could feel the cool metal of his necklace brushing against the base of her throat as his teeth nipped at her lower lip before his tongue slid in, his left arm propping him above her as she felt his right hand slide down her body. Odessa was sure Calum could feel her heart racing, their chests pressed together, and she gasped against his mouth at the shock of his finger brushing against her folds.

His lips, teeth, and tongue teased her neck and throat as he pushed a finger in, and Odessa dug her fingers into his back as he pulled sounds out of her that sang like music to Calum’s ears. He never ceased his ministrations, taunting her with one finger and then two, his lips never leaving her skin before silencing her moans with deep kisses.

His fingers worked her expertly, thumb playing with her clit as Odessa groaned against him, fingers digging into his back as her hips moved on a mind of their own, grinding against him. Calum chuckled against her lips breathily, voice a deep rasp as he mused thoughtfully, “I was planning on taking my time with you—”

“Later,” Odessa ground out, the mere thought of having to wait to feel him inside her in the way that mattered driving her crazy. Because, knowing them, there most likely would be a later, and Calum could do whatever he planned then.

He smirked, looking all to like a man who knew exactly what he was doing to her, his fingers never ceasing their movements, tongues sliding together in a dance they’d never tire of. Calum was sinfully slow in his movements, purposefully taking his time in drawing out the release Odessa sought, not even allowing her to creep to the edge when he pulled his fingers out.

She let out a pathetic whimper against his lips at the loss of contact, a shaky breath escaping her as Calum broke the kiss. She knew she looked as flushed as she felt, watching as Calum brought his hand up, two fingers slick with her, and her heart raced as she watched him lick his fingers clean.

“As sweet as you look,” Calum commented after pulling his finger out of his mouth, and the sight of it had a new heat pooling in Odessa’s core, hands eagerly grasping at his jaw before pulling him down once more. She tasted herself on him, moaning into his mouth, his hand tightening its grip on her hip as she felt the delicious scratch of his stubble against her skin.

Lost in his kisses, Odessa could vaguely hear some shuffling as Calum pulled out a condom, breaking the kiss as she watched him tear open the package with his teeth, brown eyes never leaving her blue.

He was between her legs, large hands gripping her hips, and through her indulgent haze, Odessa flicked her eyebrows up when Calum paused. With a small grin, he mused, “I want you to know I don’t normally do this after the first date.”

A huff of a laugh escaped her, his touch electrifying her veins as he peered down at her. Skin on fire, Odessa breathlessly responded, “Glad to know I got you to deviate from your usual routine.”

His grin widened, eyes dark as he drank in the sight of her, naked and ready for him. He looked like a man starved, ready to devour her. She was desperate for it. Calum leaned over her, lean body covering hers and Odessa’s throat locked in anticipation when she felt him brush against her entrance. Calum’s hair brushed against her forehead, lips slanting against hers as he murmured, “You’re the exception.”

He slid into her and Odessa clung to him, never getting enough of him, the need to be close to him in every way burning through her. Not for the first time Odessa wondered how she went so long without this; without the delirious sensation of Calum fitting inside her, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers, or the way everything else in the world melted away when he kissed her like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

They’d kept themselves away from each other for longer than either of them would’ve liked—it was a realization they’d come to on that night at Big Bear. They would be damned if they kept away from one another now.

*****

The next two and a half weeks hurried by in a blur. Midterms came quickly and Odessa, and fellow teachers, were swamped with grading exams, more or less hounding students for missed assignments, and calculating all of their grades as the semester wrapped up. But then the holiday break rolled around, and despite the excitement of the festivities, Odessa felt at peace.

Her mom had finally arrived, alongside her boyfriend, Mitchell—Mitch—and her grandparents’ house was full of joy and love and presents. School wouldn’t be back in session until January second, so Odessa took whatever time she didn’t spend with her family making lesson plans for the second half of the school year. But Odessa felt so relaxed in the company of her family—of her mother who she hadn’t seen for a while and the overall festive fun that surrounded them. They’d decorated the tree, she had baked enough cookies with Grams to feed an army, and enjoyed beating everyone else in various rounds of Scrabble. Her grandfather had half a mind to kick her out of the game, claiming it wasn’t fair an English teacher was playing against them.

Being surrounded by her family had put Odessa to ease. She hadn’t seen much of her friends, everyone too busy with their own families to venture out—especially Calum, who was in New Zealand with his mother, their only form of communication a few texts throughout the day. Not that Odessa minded; he hadn’t seen his mother in a while, like she hadn’t seen her own. She understood his need to spend as much time with his mom, just like she did hers.

Truthfully, Odessa was grateful for the holiday season. It allowed her to put off a conversation she wasn’t too keen on having with Paige—though one, she knew, she would have to have sooner rather than later. When winter break was rolling around, Odessa had sheepishly confessed to Calum that she wanted to wait until after the festivities to talk to Paige, though she had been nervous he would somehow interpret her putting off the conversation as her not taking her blooming relationship with Calum seriously. But to her great relief, he had agreed, saying that he’d been thinking of talking to Paige after Christmas time, too.

“Besides, I’ll be a whole ocean away—it’s not like she can keep flirting while I’m in New Zealand,” Calum had joked during their last lunch together before he had flown off.

Odessa had rolled her eyes at him, sourly telling him that Paige would probably find a way. Calum had chuckled and kissed her, and Odessa had promptly put any thoughts of Paige out of her head.

But now she sighed. It was Christmas Eve and she was sitting on the back porch, looking up at the dark sky glittering with stars, as the taunting voice in the back of her head called her pathetic for putting it off for too long. She tried to justify it by telling herself that, as much as Paige annoyed her, Odessa wasn’t in the business of being a downer on the holidays. Besides, it wasn’t like she was avoiding the problem; she was very much aware it was there and needed to be fixed. She had no intention of Paige continuing whatever pursuits she had on the man Odessa was in a relationship with.

Not that anyone actually knew about them, save for Odessa’s family. Still, though, her and Calum were together and if Paige wanted to be with him without anything being held over her head and pressing down on her like a weight, she would need to talk to Paige sooner rather than later. Clear the air and either once and for all distance herself from her or start over. Though, if Odessa was being honest, she was more inclined to go with the former.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Odessa looked over her shoulder to see her mother step out, two mugs of what Odessa could smell as rich hot chocolate in her hand. “Yeah, I’m good,” she answered with a small smile, patting the space next to her. “Sit.”

Handing Odessa one of the mugs, her mom settled down, arms braced on her knees as she looked at her daughter. “So what’s going on with you? You had your lost-in-thought face on before.”

Odessa quirked an eyebrow, pointing out, “How would you know? You were standing behind me.”

Her mom scoffed, shooting her a look. “You think I need to see your face to know?” she returned, and Odessa’s lips tilted up. “Come on—spill.”

Odessa stalled for a moment by taking a sip of the hot chocolate, the warm drink delicious on her tongue as the cicadas chirped in the night. “There’s nothing to spill, honestly. I’m just dreading my inevitable conversation with Paige.”

“Ah,” her mom nodded, eyebrows flicking up in understanding. Despite her mom constantly being away because of work, Odessa still found time to let her mother know the on goings of her life. The two of them were quite close, especially after everything they went through with Odessa’s dad, so there was no way Odessa didn’t let her know about the situation she was caught in with Paige and Calum. “Do you want my opinion?”

Odessa shot her a wry smile. “We both know you’ll give it anyway.”

Her mom grinned, gripping her mug in both hands. The porch light above them softened her features, showing off the few streaks of grey coloring her otherwise dark hair. “I don’t think you owe Paige anything.” Odessa blinked in surprise, not at all expecting her mom, of all people, to say that. “From what you’ve told me, there was never a relationship between her and Calum—it’s not like you swiped her boyfriend, honey. It was just bad luck on her part for wanting someone who has an interest in you and not her. That doesn’t make it your fault. Or Calum’s.”

“I—that’s not how she’s going to see it,” Odessa said, stumbling over her words as her mom’s registered in her head.

“And how are you to blame for that?” her mom challenged with a raise of her eyebrow. She clicked her tongue, turning so she was facing Odessa, their knees brushing together. “Look, if you want to talk to her to clear the air, to get her to stop pursuing Calum, then that’s fine. But I sincerely hope you’re not going to apologize to the girl for being in a relationship.”

Odessa blinked at her mother, letting what she said sink in as her grip on the mug tightened. No—Odessa wasn’t going to apologize to Paige for being with Calum. Apologizing for that meant that Odessa was sorry for it, which she wasn’t. The relief and happiness she had felt when she realized he felt the same way about her, the contentment she had experienced that night in her hotel room, were all feelings she could never be sorry for. Seeing him in the hallways at school after they got back from the trip and having that knowledge of them being together was giddy enough to drive her up the walls.

How could she ever be sorry for it?

“No,” Odessa said absently, distracted by the conclusion she came to. She could feel her mom’s gaze on her as she finally looked at her, giving a determined nod. “No apologies. I have nothing to be sorry for, and I’m not going to let her make me feel like I do.” Because knowing Paige, that’s exactly what Odessa would be in for.

Not this time.

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choco-mark · 5 years ago

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if you’re still open for the reactions and mtls, could you do ‘what they would get/do for you for your 1st anniversary’ please? i was debating whether or not to send in a second post but i ended up convincing myself to do it anyways bc i know writers block is just so annoying and if this is a way to help you out then i’ll gladly do so 💛

this is definitely a way to help my writer’s block so go ahead!!

mark

remembers it’s y’all’s anniversary the day before because jaemin jokingly said something along the lines of ‘you guys have been dating for too long’

kind of internally freaks because he has absolutely no clue what to do, and doesn’t know if you want to do fancy or casual like he’s going full mental breakdown

ends up taking to you to a local carnival because last minute plans, but y’all both love the energy so it was fun and a way for y’all to spend time together

had no clue what to get you and also didn’t have the time to get anything for you, so he ended up giving you one of his sweatshirts for long term (not like you steal them anyway or anything) but you didn’t really care because he was a gift himself :((

wins you one of those huge plushy stuffed animals from a water gun game and feels like a whole boss

has another mental breakdown when he sees you jumping up and down with that stuffed toy and cannot process that you are actually his girlfriend of an official year :(

tells you he loves you on the top of the ferris wheel while the fireworks are going off like ‘boom, i love you y/n, happy anniversary’ and then gets all shy because he usually doesn’t say things like that

y’all have a fun night after that ;)

renjun

was away on tour during y’alls first anniversary and feels like absolute shit because he wants to be with you so he flies over, yeah, fans are a lil confused but you were first priority

what was ten times worse was that you were sick and you didn’t tell him so there was like a mini argument that eventually ended up with him cuddling you for like three hours

you guys don’t even go anywhere, it’s just a cozy day at the (empty) dorm and y’all just made a lil meal together and it was just the two of you

took his time to make a polaroid collection of just you, there’re just a buncha candid pictures of you that you don’t really remember him taking at...all but there’s a little message at the end that puts all of junnie’s feelings into words and it’s just :(

has to fly back literally the next morning but he blows your mind that night hehe ;)

jeno

was a nervous pup for about a week prior to the anniversary date because he was just afraid nothing would go right :(

planned a whole picnic and even got renjun to cook for the two of you (also because he didn’t want to end up blowing up the dorm), and stresses over what he’s gonna wear like ‘will y/n like this??’ ‘nah, i look like shit’ and couldn’t sleep the night before because of it

but when he sees you all smiley when y’all walk down the street to the little field he had set up just for you, that’s when he finally relaxes and falls in love with you all over again

filled a jar full of candies and paper hearts that he cut out himself and has you go through them and read through the little messages he has on them, and then gets all shy from the way you find it really cute

makes love to you for the entire night and it’s just such soft sex because he’s so in love with you omg :(

donghyuck

went insane almost a week before trying to find you the perfect gift but feels like you wouldn’t like his gift and kinda gets frustrated

you guys already live together, so it’s not a surprise when you come home and see him laying draped across the bed with rose petals all over the floor and himself, while he’s just watching you get all shocked

you thought he was gonna propose to you from the way he was looking at you, but gives you a promise ring with his initials engraved in them and you cry because omg that’s :( even i’m upset while writing this, it’s just so pretty and the way he looks at you and promises to marry you in the future :(((

he didn’t really have a plan to do anything because he knows how tired you already are from your day and runs a bath for the two of you

yeah you guys end up fucking after that, but it’s slower than usual and he takes his time to make sure you’re properly pleasured ;)

jaemin

you already know jaem’s is a romantic lil shit, so he shows up at your house wearing the hottest suit you had ever seen on him, like ever, and is like, ‘get ready baby, we’ve got a long night ahead of us’

you guys end up missing your dinner reservation because he offers to help you get ready but he just ends up eating you out on the couch and doesn’t regret shit because he needed that

he takes you there anyway (and has to pay extra for his horny ass) and y’all are fine dining outside with the moonlight as your view, and there’s a nice lil river flowing underneath the bridge y’all on, yes he paid money for this, rich nana am i right?!

gives you a 24k gold necklace as a gift and you are about to explode from the way he’s fastening that shit around your neck when it’s literally worth more than you and you feel like a broke bitch for your gift to him

kisses on your way home :( and him just whispering to you every three seconds that he loves you, holding your hand, running his hand through your hair :(

and he eats you out for like two hours after that since the meal wasn’t enough ;)

chenle

cannot process that it’s been a year since the two of you started dating and isn’t sure if he should buy you a phone or a house, but opts out of both when renjun tells him not to objectify the gift too much

thinks about what to get you for so long and even searches up ideas (it’s his first anniversary ever, okay?!), and then thinks about your and his relationship deeply and then BOOM he knows exactly what to do

has mark help him write you a song, though he does most of the writing reminiscing on the whole year you guys had together and mark is shedding fake tears of ‘my son grew up’

you spend the night with him the day before and you wake up to him singing for you while watching you with the most love-struck eyes, and plays the whole song he wrote for you off his phone, while you’re like, bawling your eyes out from the way he sang your name

you guys don’t actually do anything except cuddle in his bed for hours after that, just softly talking to each other and stealing little kisses every now and then

jisung

has gone into cardiac arrest too many times for it to happen again, so he’s definitely not letting it happen on y’all’s anniversary!! right?! that’s right, confident jisungie in the house now!

thought about what he wanted to get you for so long, but his surprise is kind of ruined when he accidentally leaves it out when you’re over one day, and gets a lil flustered and upset but you didn’t see that much!!

bought you a huge hoodie, since you’re constantly wearing ones that are way too big for you or his own, but decided to go all artist jisung™ and stitches his name like in really baby font on the front :( and it comes out a lot better than he expected

overthinks it on the actual day and wonders if you think it’d be weird that he wrote his...name on your clothes, decides that it is weird, goes to discard of it but turns around and sits down because he had nothing else anyway

you love it anyway :( and you give him the phattest kiss after you put it on and yeah, his heart stopped beating for a lil watching you smile and giggle and all

his heart is doing flips everywhere in his body watching you and kinda just hugs you thigh like you’re his world (you are), and doesn’t let go of you until you give him another very requested kiss

#finished this after my writers block haha #answered #nct reactions #nct mlts #nct dream reactions #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #jaemin fluff #jisung fluff #chenle fluff #jeno fluff #renjun fluff #donghyuck fluff #haechan fluff #mark lee #mark fluff #nct mark fluff

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razorblade180 · 5 years ago

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Sunshower 5

Evening is finally giving way to night. The flag decoration are starting glow and people are preparing to have the time of there lives. Sun and Neptune walking to the Belladonna house carefree. The blue haired boy has ditched his jacket with googles tonight in favor of a simple red v neck and ocean blue jeans. His fingers are fiddling with a silver necklace. Sun actually has his shirt buttoned up.

Sun:I can’t believe you’ve changed your look for this; it’s just a party.

Neptune:I know that. I just have an excuse to change up my style a bit. Maybe you should try it sometime dork.

Sun:My style is just fine. You’re lucky I agreed to button my shirt; even though we’re on an island having a party.

Neptune:I’m just trying to help you out. If someone spills something on you then at least you had a little protection.

Sun:Why would I get anything spilled on me?

Neptune:Just in case you storm off angry from seeing Blake and Yang together.

Sun:I won’t be- look dude, she made her choice and no matter what I’m happy for her.

Neptune:That doesn’t me you’re not allowed to be sad about it too.

Sun:.....

Neptune:*puts arm around him* Listen man, it’s okay to be not okay. No one is expecting you to be all smiles about this from the jump.

Sun:You’re wrong.....Blake is. *breaks away from him. I’m gonna run up ahead and just scope things out. Maybe get some food. As for you....

He grabs ahold of Neptune’s shoulders and turns him to the left. A couple feet away is a deer faunus that quickly turns away flushed; her eyes obviously trying to steal more looks at the boy.

Sun:Have fun, and please do not be stupid. If you do something bad then Ghira will murder me.

Neptune:Kali would save you.

Sun:Let’s not put that to the test okay buddy?

He sends him off with a pat on the back and proceeds to run off. Despite the circumstances, Sun is glad to see everyone in a festive mood and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. On the way up the stairs he hears all the plans and laughter from passing strangers; including their appreciation for all decorations. It was good to know that his and Ilia’s work hadn’t gone unnoticed. Little bit hard for it to do that sense it glows in the dark.

Sun:*climbs palm tree* (I wonder if Ilia is already inside? If I had to guess then maybe she’d be by the-) *spots Yang on the balcony*

Yang:*waving* Hey stranger! You just gonna stand over there or come inside? Let’s talk!

Sun:.......(guess this happening now) Sure thing!

xxx

Everyone:*dancing and laughing*

Ilia:*against the wall* (Why am I even here?) *sipping beer* (I bet I could just say I showed up but couldn’t find-)

Blake:Hey Ilia!

Ilia:cough Blake!? cough You scared the color out of me! I see you haven’t lost your stealth.

Blake:*chuckling* I’m pretty sure you were just zoned out. How have you been? Haven’t caught up yet since I’ve gotten back.

Ilia:Right, well I’ve been a little busy and all. Been doing a bunch of community service and volunteering to get back into people’s good graces; also so the cops won’t badger me.

Blake:What!?

Ilia:It’s no big deal. I can’t blame them for being wary and I sort of agreed to it.

Blake:You would think stopping a bombing would be enough. I could put in another good word for you?

Ilia:No, it’s fine. Gives me motivation to not sleep in. So.....saved the world and stuff? That sounds way more interesting.

Blake:More like way more stressful. I was in danger more times then I could count. Did news about Adam make it’s way back?

Ilia:Yeah......can’t believe he’s actually gone. Strange to say but, I wish I saw him one last time; have one final conversation with him. I’m glad you’re safe though.

Blake:I owe all of that Yang. Without her I’d be a goner.

The way she said her name didn’t go unnoticed. Blake’s entire expression softened and a smile lingered on her face. That was more than enough to tell Ilia everything she needed to know, yet for some reason she spurred on a conversation that would only make her want more beer.

Ilia:gulps So how is Yang? You two seem happy around each other?

Blake:Yang is special that’s for sure. She’s dorky and really supportive, but also sensitive too. We had a rough patch but smoothed it over. Whenever I needed a laugh or friend she was always there for me. She’s.....*blushing* really something else. I bet you two would become good friends.

Ilia:.....Who knows? I mean I have a hard time juggling all the people trying to be my friend as it is. The price to pay for being great I suppose....frankly I’m surprised nobody has interrupted us.

Blake:I’m happy to see you’re doing okay.

Ilia:Yeah.....excuse me though, I’m gonna get another beer and maybe even dance a bit.

Blake:Alright, I’m gonna go see how Yang is doing. I really hope nobody has challenged her to a drinking contest. The last thing she is fireball.

Without warning Blake hugged Ilia goodbye. It took a minute to register but even when it did, all she could do was wrap one arm around her lightly in return. After that she briskly walked away;trying to as much distance from Blake as possible. Lying wasn’t anything new to Ilia but this time it hurt deeply; like she just got stabbed. Two more beers found there way into her hands and hopefully wash away the lump in her throat. Right now she just wanted to forget. What better way than downing bottle after bottle?

xxx

Back on the balcony, Yang and Sun have had their own fair share of drinks. There was a little small talk but mostly silence; it was odd to say the least. Both looked out over the edge,

Yang:So......sorry I was rude to you earlier.

Sun:Ya know I had a feeling you might’ve been putting on a little show.

Yang:You weren’t the only one. Blake gave me an earful afterwards. I guess I was trying to make it clear that we were together.

Sun:Holding hands was more than enough; I’m not dumb.

Yang:*cringing* Yeah, sorry. We cool?

Sun:.......nah, not yet.

Yang:What?

Sun:I’m not mad at you it’s just.....I need to process this. I am happy that Blake is happy though.

Yang:I guess that’s all that matters. I’m just glad her dad tried hugging me to death instead of evil looks.

Sun:Wait, Ghira likes you?

Yang:Yeah, said he was happy Blake found such a good partner. Made me a gift and everything. Hehe I was surprised when he called me strong too.

Sun:That’s insane.

Yang:I know right?

Sun:I’m a better partner than you.....

A cold silence fell over them almost like timed stop. The moments those words were spoken, Sun’s eyes widened and his heart sinks. For the first time in a very long time he lost control. Yang did nothing but stare at him coldly, yet not in anger. Just disbelief and a bit of hurt.

Sun:I.....I didn’t mean that.

Yang:Yeah you did.....gotta say that’s a pretty shitty thing to say.

Sun:Listen-

Yang:I appreciate that you were there for Blake when I couldn’t, but you-

Sun: “couldn’t?” No, you could’ve been there; when Blake ran off you chose not take your time coming to her side. Unlike you, I didn’t waver after a near death experience. Instead I continued to support her, and got her to reunite with you. Maybe I should’ve been weaker, or you should’ve been stronger.

Yang:........

Blake:*walking in* Hey you two, I’ve been wondering where you two have been. Having fun? *looking at the bottles*

Sun:.....Yeah, *smiles* we’re having a blast.

Yang:Just drinking him under the table.

Blake:Well I’m glad you two or chatting but over do it. Last thing I want in the morning is a bunch over hungover friends.

Yang:Pfft, I can handle my drinks but I guess I’ll slow down. Just because you asked me to.

Blake:Thank y-

Her words were cut off when Yang pulled her in close by the waist. Blake’s mind froze for a minute before leaning into long kiss. Yang might’ve drank more but Blake seemed to be feeling all her drinks more from the way she was purring. For her the world was melting away but not for Yang; she was enjoying the sight of Sun quietly walking back inside.

Tonight was not shaping up to be a night worth remembering for Sun. The music felt like it was getting louder, people were bumping into each other and no matter how hard he tried hearing his own thoughts it was blocked out by the feeling of his head pounding. Nothing was okay, everything just needed to stop for a minute. He was a minute away from screaming before a hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around slowly.

Neptune:Hey man, did you each party night my be a different theme and........*frowns* what’s wrong?

Sun:*shaking* I.......I’m really not feeling this party; I’m not feeling being here at all. Maybe I’ll just clear my room and-

Neptune:Wait, you’re talking about living Menagerie entirely!?

Sun:Neptune I feel like punching something until my hands are numb which is horrible but... sigh....

Neptune:Okay, let’s go then.

Sun:What? You don’t have t-

Neptune:We are partners man; more than that we’re best friends. I’m not just gonna leave you alone with something like this. After all you helped me with when I was in a rough patch in a similar situation; *clears throat* are you going to make me bring up you know who?

Sun:*eyes widened* I won’t let you reopen that wound. Thanks, it means a lot.

Neptune:Don’t mention it, I guess I must say goodbye to Kate; my beautiful deer faunus bombshell. *fake tear*

Sun:I did wingman for you didn’t I? Is she nice?

Neptune:Super nice!

Sun:.......Tell you what, keep having fun. We can make some excuse to leave tomo-

Neptune:YES! You’re the best! *runs off* please try to smile!

Sun:Hehe, at least one of us is living great. Wait, I never did find-

“I said buzz off you creep!”

Multiple people in the area started looking around to hear that all too familiar voice. It took a minute but he finally found the source when he saw Iila leaning again a hallway wall with a drink in her hand and her face flushed, but something wasn’t right? For starters there’s a guy hovering over her with his righ arm against the wall and a raccoon tail swaying. Her free hand was up against his chest and looked to be shaking; she was trying to push him away. Plenty of eyes seemed to notice but no one seemed to care.

Ilia:Can’t you take a hint already!? I’m not interested!

Ban:Oh come baby, it’s a party so loosen up. I’m just looking for a bit of company.

Ilia:If you want company then find someone who’s desperate and into sleazy freaks like you. Maybe if their drunk enough they think you’re actually 4/10.

Ban:Tsk *grabs her wrist* you’re talking a lot of shit for someone that’s been ignored this entire party. I mean wow, you think at a party this size at least one person would talk to you but I guess not. Guess that’s what happens when your a terrorist that is only free because she knows a Belladonna. Besides that you’re just orphan trash who-

Sun:*grabs his wrist* Please leave....

Ban:Excuse me? Who do you- agh!

Sun:*squeezing* Listen.....I don’t know who you are or how this started, but it’s over. Leave her alone, walk out of this house, and if I find out you are harassing anyone else I won’t bother calling the cops.

Ban:Okay! Okay! Just let me go, I think it’s cracking!

Sun:*lets go* There, that wasn’t so hard now was it? *smiles* no scram.

Ban:*running off*

Ilia:I was handling that.

Sun:If you had a few less drinks you could’ve flipped him and pinned him with your eyes closed. *grabbing her drink* I’m cutting you off. Did you even pace yourself or eat something here?

Ilia:I had a little, not a lot. The plan was to eat and dance like Neptune said but people kept avoiding me. Next thing I know I’m just watching everyone else have fun, then Blake started talking to me. *sniffles* She looked so happy to see me but inside I just felt so....frustrated. Of course we ended on on the topic of Yang and.........*turning gray*

Sun:Ilia?

Ilia:Can you help me to the roof please? I really need some air.

Sun:S-Sure thing. *grabs her hand* we’re gonna have to go through the front door though. The balcony isn’t a place we should go at the moment.

Ilia:Let me guess.....

Sun:Please don’t.

Getting out the house was slightly harder than getting in. To be fair that’s expected when you’re thoroughly passed buzzed. Somehow they managed it though and were rewarded with the cool air shocking their system a bit. Alcohol or not, a monkey faunus could climb like no else. Sun put Iila on his back and went to work scaling a palm tree. A piece of her would be lying if she thought this didn’t prove who was the better climber. In a matter of blinks they were on the roof. Her vice grip was released and her wobbly legs walked to the ledge; immediately scaring the hell out of Sun.

Sun:Wait! Ilia I know things are rough right now but-

Ilia:*sits down* Calm down, I just want my feet to dangle.

Sun:Oh.....*sits next to her* that, that is way less concerning.

.........

Sun:Ilia, what does gray mean?

Ilia:I uhhh.....I’m hurting. I’m hurting and everything just feels....*crying* Can I tell you something?

Sun:Sure....

Ilia:I told you before we weren’t in the same boat when it came to Blake dating Yang. I said that because for so long I thought the reason I never stood a chance with her is because it was a preference thing; I can’t fault her for that. I fell in love with someone who liked men so of course she couldn’t love me the same. It was a sad fact I came to terms with; it’s why I never held a grudge against you or Adam. *quivering* So when I saw them on the boat.....when I saw that smile on her face as she held Yang’s hand. I was forced accept a new perspective. She just never.....Blake never loved me like I loved her. I’m not enough.

Emptiness, the feeling of never even being considered a choice . Is....is that what the hurt behind the color gray? Sun wasn’t quite sure he had the answer, nor did he think that they were in the same boat. Yet as he sat there on that roof, watching someone sob uncontrollably without caring who heard her, it was the worst feeling he had felt all night. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around her and held her as he also started to cry. Her breath calming down by the sound of his heart and the confusion by his crying.

Ilia:S-Sun?

Sun:I know we aren’t the closest. I’m aware that we don’t know each other that well. However, for you to feel like this towards someone we both fell for, how could I not see how much this was tearing you up inside? Ilia, I’m so sorry.... you made me open up but I just let you suffer in silence when I should’ve pushed more.

Ilia:You’re, crying because of me?

Sun:Of course I am! Ilia, you’re enough for anyone! Cool, smart, witty, freaking fast as hell! I almost lost a rooftop race to you! You don’t let people push you around and besides my team, you’re the only one who’s ever pulled me out of a funk. Who wouldn’t think you’re enough!?

Ilia:.........Sun, heheh Sun you.....*snickering* Oh my gods...

Sun:Wh.....what? What’s with the laughter? *frowning* I’m being serious but if you’re gonna make fun of me then-

Ilia:*hugging him* I’m not laughing at you I’m just kinda in shock by that cheesy pick me up. You say I got you out of a funk but look at us. Drunk, heartbroken, and crying on a roof of our crushes house. During a party no less; what in the actual hell?

Sun:*snickering* Geez we are a mess; when did we become as extra as Neptune?

Ilia:Ugh, please don’t say that....*chuckles* I’ll never live it down. Sun, thank you. That actually meant a lot.

Sun:Let’s just call it even.

Ilia:I would if you hadn’t given that guy in the hallway the boot and payed for lunch earlier. I’m sort of racking up debt at this point.

Sun:Friends look after friends.

Ilia:Yeah, I guess we are friends aren’t we? *turning back to normal*

Sun:Feeling any better?

Ilia:Not really, no. Crying takes a lot of you.

Sun:You’re telling me? We’ve had a long ass day. Want me to take you home?

Ilia:Dude, I don’t think we can even make it down the stairs. *laughing* maybe I’ll just sleep up here and tell everyone I was just having an insane time on the roof.

Sun:Or....*bridal carriers her*

Ilia:Please don’t throw me off the roof.

Sun:Why would- I still have a guest room here.

Ilia:That confusion you just felt, that was me when you thought I was gonna jump.

Sun:You are drunk and sad.

Ilia:So are you, the only difference is I’m more likely to join a cult when I’m like this. Please take me inside; it’s freezing out here.

As much as he wanted to pry into the fact that Ilia just told him that she was probably drunk and sad when she joined Adam, he was also getting cold on the room. He was thankful to Kali for warning him earlier about locking the door to his room before the party to keep unwanted people out; at least someone was gonna get a use out of it. Carefully he peaked down over the balcony to find it empty of all people. In fact the entire upper level had no more people on it for some strange reason. Quickly he hopped down and started sneaking towards the room. Nothing was special about it; just an average guest room that fit the families style. Spacious closet, a nice view of the sea, and a bed that could even swallow Ghira up. Sun gently sat her on the bed to take her shoes off before laying her in bed. Ilia didn’t complain but found it amusing he went so far; sure she couldn’t walk super straight but taking of her shoes was totally doable. Laying in the bed was a little off putting; strangely enough, Sun’s arms felt cozier and warmer.

Sun:Umm where is everyone?

Ilia:Oh yeah, it is probably almost midnight. Everyone is probably downstairs and heading outside to launch fireworks in honor of Blake coming back. Honestly she’s probably looking for us.

Sun:Oh, should we show up then and say a few words or something? *sneaking into room*

Ilia:She’ll be alright. Any few words I’d say would not be too kind right now. There’s more than enough people to congratulate her.

Sun:Well get some rest Ilia.

Ilia:Wait, where are you sleeping?

Sun:I’ll just sleep at Neptune’s- he probably took that deer faunus with him. *facepalms*

Ilia:Neptune actually got a date? Why is day so much better than ours?

Sun:He’s a charmer.

Ilia:You act like you aren’t. If you weren’t busy crying over Blake a bet you’d have girls crawling all over you tonight. Practically half this place thinks you’re gorgeous; it is a little annoying.

Sun:This is news to me. Also I’m not the only one who could be having a girl in their arms right now.

Ilia:Fat chance, that stupid raccoon wasn’t exactly lying when he talked about me being alone. Plenty of people are cool with me but don’t really socialize with me for valid reasons. Add that with the fact that I’m exactly a bombshell beauty like a few other girls here and boom, caste to the side.

Sun:That’s pretty stupid. You helped destroy the White Fang and just because you don’t have the figure of Blake or Yang doesn’t make you any less beautiful or endearing.

Maybe it was because he said those two in particular. Maybe it was because she just wasn’t expecting such a response. No matter what it was though, it had her speechless for a moment. She didn’t need a mirror to know her freckles were probably pink at the moment but she didn’t care. Right now all she cared about was the stupid thought dancing in her head.

Ilia:Hey uhhh, you don’t have to go. This is your room after all. *sitting up* Don’t let me stop you.

Sun:Are you sure? I mean it would be weird if tomorrow Blake or someone walked in and got the wrong impress-

Ilia:*grabs his hand*..........

Sun:Impression. Ilia are you-

Ilia:You think I’m gorgeous right?

Sun:Huh?

Ilia:You said you think I’m gorgeous. Well funny enough I’m part of the half that might find you....not ugly. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that.

Sun:You’re drunk....

Ilia:I know, I also don’t want to be alone right now.

Sun:Well, I’ll keep you company for-

Her grip was stronger than he thought and before he knew it, he was pulled onto the bed and staring up into her eyes. Maybe she really didn’t need his help with that creep down stares. The two just looked at each other for what seemed like forever. Both of them clearly weirded out by the situation yet also invested to see it unfold.

Ilia:I think we both know what I meant by not wanting to feel alone.

Sun:Ilia....

Ilia:I know it’s weird and out of left field but... sigh, neither of us has had anything close to a good day today. We’re drunk, we’re hurt, and we.....I just want something to go right today. For someone to treat me right. *quivering* Guys don’t do it for me but I don’t know; you’re hitting a lot good buttons right now. *kissing his neck*

Sun:*flustered* I....I really don’t won’t you to regret this.

Ilia:Stop worrying about me tomorrow. Just focus on me tonight.....please? *biting down*

Sun:......Any ground rules?

Ilia:*smirking* No actual kissing, let’s just enjoy each other okay? It is a party right? Also let’s not get too mushy okay? Just feel good.

Inhibitions were crumbing away the more she talked into his ear. Before he knew it, his biggest regret in the moment was this was the one day he buttoned his shirt. Ilia’s nimble fingers made quick work of it though and soon followed his pants. A piece of him wondered if all petite girls got this intense. He’d have to ask Neptune about it later if he remembers tonight.

His attention was brought back to the women who was currently straddling him. Both of her arms went up as her started to raise her shirt on que. The scrunchy containing that ponytail of hers was undone the moment that shirt came off. For a moment he froze at the sight of her. At this point he was convinced anyone who didn’t find Ilia physically attractive was just dumb. Toned was an understatement to describe her physique, and with that hair down the entire thing felt like a game changer.

Ilia:What?

Sun:Nothing, seeing your hair down caught me by surprise is all. You look, amazing....

Ilia:*blushing* I just said don’t get mushy. It’s been several minutes and you’re already breaking rules.

Sun:I didn’t expect to see you completely topless and hair down in several minutes.

Before she could protest he pulled her further onto his lap and started kissing her neck and collarbone; earning a few gasps from her. Iila enjoyed the attention she was getting but wasn’t about to let him do all the work. She took the initiative and discarded her bottoms. As exciting as she was, it was impossible to not feel a little embarrassed by this whole thing. Her hands have been mostly stationary up until this point but Sun was more than eager to have them float around her waist and hips as he continued to plant body kisses. Each one always made her jolt and even more anxious as they got lower. Something else was getting her even more anxious though.

Ilia:I think I should probably mention something important Sun.....

Sun:Hmm? What’s up?

Ilia:gulps I knew I was into girls from a young age so I have never been with a boy at all. So....

Sun:Be gentle?

Ilia:*nodding* Sorry....

Sun:Don’t be, I’ll let you lead and go at your own pace. *smiles*

Ilia:*takes a breath* Sounds good. So do you wanna take them off or should I since.....?

Seeing the switch from dominant to flustered was actually pretty cute. Calmly he lifted her up so he could take off his boxers; never had he seen Ilia turn completely pink before until that moment. No need to ask why that happened. He wondered whose heart was beating faster at the moment. Before he could tell her that that she could back out of all this he felt her and gently push I’m down against the mattress. Yeah she looked anxious still but now there was something else too. An inviting and understanding smile that only got closer as she bent down and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

Ilia:Why do I have the feeling it’s your first time too?

Sun:*red* Lucky guess?

Ilia:Well then, let’s make it official then. *kisses his cheek*

Many things about this day weighed on their mind.Just for instant though through the haze of it all, one thing felt apparent. This was gonna be a long night.

Part 4

#rwby sunshower #rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #ilia amitola #bmblb #rwby bumblebee #bumbleby #rwby ships #sun x ilia

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ayma-nidiot · 5 years ago

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The Ride - Sylvix fic Chapter 18

Also on AO3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/21973405/chapters/57468868

Chapter 18 – Good Reasons

“So now that we’re a safe distance from the monastery…” Ingrid began as their troupe continued treading Galatea territory. By now, she suspected that neither the Knights nor the Kingdom cared to look for them; they’d been marching for eight days now, after all. “Do you care to explain what you did to distract Dimitri and Dedue, Sylvain?”

“Uh…” Sylvain had been nodding off during the march, so this question was especially surprising. “Why is that important right now?”

“Well, we’re just curious.” Annette giggled. “I mean, nothing gets past Dedue. It had to have been something really clever.”

Sylvain gave a quick glance to Raphael and Caspar before saying, “Okay, if you insist.”

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“So… Remind me again why you needed about half of the marketplace’s supply of toilet paper?” Ashe dumped several dozen rolls of toilet paper in front of Dimitri’s room.

“And a dozen wine bottles?” Lorenz asked.

Sylvain, being the clever man that he was, knew that “no good reason” wasn’t… well, a good reason. “Haven’t you guys heard of stocking up on supplies, especially since we’re about to march to the Stubborn Old General? Thanks for all of this toilet paper and wine, by the way. I plan to stock up on food later. I’ll be sure to pay you guys back in battle.”

“Sure, sure,” Lorenz spoke as he and Ashe began to leave. “Just don’t go stealing my women.”

“Hahaha…” Sylvain kept a cool face while his allies were there, but as soon as they left, he turned to his own quarters and said, “Guys, you ready?”

“You bet we are!” A young man – no older than 14 – jumped excitedly. He was so excited that he took four rolls of toilet paper while his buddy followed suit.

“Dude, are you sure this is okay?” Said buddy began to worry. “Do you know how much trouble we’re going to be in if that… that big scary guy finds out we’re about to trash the prince’s room?”

“Oh, quit whining.” Friend #1 snickered while he while he unfurled one of the rolls of toilet paper. “My dad always said that anything’s okay, as long as you don’t get caught.”

Sylvain peered in the room and said, “Well, if you guys are okay here, then I need to go. Someone’s got to make sure that big scary guy isn’t around to foil our plan. Thanks for helping, by the way. Here’s a little reward for your trouble.”

Friend #1 caught the satchel of money and snacks that Sylvain tossed at him. “Aww, right! Thanks, margrave man… dude… guy!”

As Sylvain began to leave, Caspar and Raphael took that chance to come in the room with bottles of wine, having to step over some toilet paper overflowing to the outside.

“Okay, Caspar, here’s a piece of advice if you want to grow big like me,” Raphael spoke as he opened his bottle of wine. “You gotta learn how to hold your alcohol.”

“I… didn’t know,” Caspar sounded skeptical as he took some sips of wine.

“Hey, you having a drinking party in the prince’s room?” A few unsavoury former Empire students came in. “And with our former Caspar von Bergliez, no less! Come on boys, let’s drink!”

Meanwhile, outside, the two teenagers had just finished using up the last of the toilet paper, which now stretched the entire length of the second floor dormitories.

“Man… I had no idea we could find such an asinine reason to use this much toilet paper,” the younger, more innocent friend had shame in his voice.

“You mean such a good reason?” The upperclassman stuffed a handful of gold coins in his buddy’s pocket. “We get to have fun and get paid to do it! It’s a win-win!”

Just then, a sudden, loud stomping could be heard from the first floor.

“Oh, shit, it’s Dedue!” Caspar exclaimed, starting to feel tipsy from the half bottle of wine that he drank. “Come on, guys, let’s book it!”

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“And that’s the grand story of how I distracted Dedue long enough to give us time to get out of there. Pretty clever, don’t you think? And I have to say, Caspar, you handled your alcohol quite well that day.” Sylvain sounded very impressed with himself.

His friends, however, did not sound impressed, especially not Ashe. “That’s got to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! You should be ashamed, Sylvain! You defiled the room of His Highness and wasted so much toilet paper! Do you have any idea how long it took the Knights to invent and produce it? And you, Caspar! You know, knights would never agree to such… such horrible things!”

“Aww, come on, Ashe!” Caspar complained. “The students get bored, you know? Plus, Sylvain and I payed them to clean up as well! Could you have thought of a better plan?”

Ashe said nothing, knowing full well that he could not have thought of a better way to distract the ever-watchful Dedue.

After hearing Ashe’s words, Sylvain felt a slight bit of shame – so he decided to change the subject, pointing at a small village up ahead. “Guys, we’re running a bit low on supplies, aren’t we? Why don’t we stock up in that village over there?”

“You better not hoard all the toilet paper from this village, too,” Ashe muttered.

“Ah, this village brings back memories!” Ingrid smiled as she walked ahead. “I remember my brothers bringing me here when I was a kid. It’s where I’ve first discovered my love of horses.”

“Now, there’s the Ingrid we know and love!” Sylvain felt happy to see a smile on his friend’s face for a change.

As they got even closer to the village entrance, Ashe could smell something spicy in the air. “I’ve never smelled anything quite like that… Maybe I could cook us something new tonight with those spices!”

Ingrid knocked at the gates that she hadn’t seen in many a year. “Excuse me?”

A friendly voice of an old woman answered. “Yes? What is- My… My lady… Lady Ingrid, is that you?”

“Hello there, Eyvel. It’s been a while.”

“By the goddess, Ingrid!” The old woman, Eyvel, opened the gate to hug Ingrid. “How are you, sweetheart?”

“Good, thank you.” Ingrid regretted she couldn’t converse more. “Listen, my companions and I are on a secret mission from the monastery, so I’d rather not have my identity discovered while I’m here. We’ve been marching for over a week, and we need food and supplies. I hope you understand.”

“Of course, my lady.” A soldier, who led a small watch army, nodded in acknowledgement. “Enjoy your stay in the village.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay the night?” Eyvel asked.

“No, we need to make it fast. I’m sorry.”

“Very well. Now, don’t let this old bag of bones keep you! Hehe!”

Unlike the guarded entrance to the village, the inside was so peaceful, so carefree, Sylvain noticed. “Ingrid, are you sure it’s okay to leave such a kind, old lady to keep watch when there’s a large-scale war going on?”

“I’ll have you know that she’s been helping to protect this village for many years,” Ingrid replies as she perused a meat market nearby with Sylvain. “She’s been a seasoned soldier since before you were even born.”

“Age over beauty, haha.” Sylvain then turned his attention to the butcher. “I’ll have ten pounds of your super spicy jerky, please. Oh, and five pounds of Teutates Loach.”

“I’ll take five pounds of everything!” Caspar and Raphael both declared at once.

The butcher’s face lit up as the three men handed him the money for the meat. “Th-Thank you so much for your patronage, sirs!”

“Cupcakes and bread loaves on sale!” shouted a young woman’s voice from the bakery nearby. “Freshly baked!”

Sylvain walked over to this bakery, staffed entirely by women – who, he noticed, took a liking to him quickly. “I’ll take twelve of your chocolate cupcakes, as sweet as you.”

The young woman, who owned the bakery, blushed as she gave him the cupcakes, sneaking a couple of extras in the tin box.

“Oh, and do you have some spicy or bitter breads?”

“I’m glad you asked that.” The young woman fetched a few fresh loaves of bread from the oven. “I’ve been working on a few new breads. This one here’s herbs and cheese, and this one features some spices from Dagda.”

“Thank you.” Sylvain winked as he handed the woman a satchel of coins. “Keep the change.”

Sylvain spent the next hour loading up the wagon – which he had a mind to leave outside the village gates - with various fruits, vegetables, and medicines. For once, he was glad that he could flirt with women that day, if only to bring smiles to the faces of that peaceful village. His extroverted nature lead him to just about every merchant in the area… or so he thought.

“Ah, Ingrid!” Sylvain noticed his friend in a jewelry shop… Ingrid? In a jewelry shop? He laughed a little.

“Sylvain, save me…” Ingrid rolled her eyes at Mercedes, Dorothea, and Annette, who wanted to enjoy themselves there, trying on just about every trinket they saw. “These three buffo- I mean, ladies have been here the entire past hour. And they keep on making me try on everything.”

“Hey, Ingrid, Ingrid!” Annette smiled as she showed Ingrid a pearl and gold necklace. “Why don’t you try on-”

“Annette, I’ve tried that one on already.”

“Annie!” Mercedes called from the stall next door, as she had a purse full of jewelry she had bought from the jewelry store. “They’ve got makeup over here! I’ve never seen blush like this!”

“Ingrid, did you hear that? Let’s go!” Dorothea pulled Ingrid – a very tired, annoyed Ingrid – over to this stall.

“Hehe, sorry Ingrid.” Sylvain laughed halfheartedly. Well, I don’t see what would interest me about a jewelry store, with nothing but sparkly-

Before Sylvain turned for the wagon, the owner of the jewelry store said to him, “Sir, would you like anything in particular?”

“No thank you. I was just here with my-” Sylvain had an idea right before he had the notion to actually leave. “Ma’am, do you have any men’s jewelry?”

“Why, yes!” The store owner gestured to a few chains, rings, and bracelets. “Believe it or not, some of these pieces are more valuable than the women’s jewelry.”

So it’s go big or go home, then. Sylvain pondered this selection for about ten minutes before declaring, “Then I’ll take these two-”

“Sylvain!” Ingrid came running back to the jewelry store suddenly. “Sylvain!”

Sylvain quickly placed an overly sized satchel of gold coins in the jewelry store owner’s hands before taking a couple of pieces of jewelry. “Ingrid! I thought you were tired of the jewelry store! Oh, and uh… the rest of you are here, too. What’s up?”

Ashe pulled Sylvain over and whispered, “We just got a huge lead as to where Felix might be.”

At this news, Sylvain hastily got back in the wagon, ready to leave the village immediately. “Where?”

Ingrid replied, “Conand Tower.”

Just as the wagon had made it to the other side of the village gates, Sylvain had nearly frozen in place, had he not ordered his horse – and Ingrid’s pegasus – to start driving them forward.

“What’s wrong, Sylvain?” a concerned Dorothea asked.

“…Do you guys remember the significance of that place? It’s… It’s my brother Miklan’s thief hideout.”

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【Aaravos liveblogs The Dragon Prince】Season 1, Episode 1

(Note from the mun: Probably best experienced by reading it while watching the episode yourself? Unless you have great memory of the episode’s details, I assume. I didn’t flesh out the descriptions of the individual scenes because the following text alone took me more than three hours and is 12 pages in Word already. Sadly, I forgot to add time stamps. I might edit them in later if I have the time but I hope that it’ll be possible to follow the script without them for now.

With that said, have fun!)

*The Intro plays. Magical birds are flying over the waves of an ocean.*

Oh, oh my stars… I’m getting a lump in my throat right off the bat…I can watch Xadia everyday thanks to my arcanum’s ability to see into the beyond. Yet, this feels…different. How long has it been since I’ve walked freely in its wonderful landscape, felt the soothing breeze of the Xadian s-

WHAT THE! HOLY SHOOTING STAR! THAT IS MY VOICE. I – what

*His brain enters a state of frantic confusion.*

????!!!???!! This…this is so surreal. Forgive me but I’m – as you people say – absolutely losing it.

….

……………

That is- I just can’t believe it.

That Is Me! I’m in the Netflix. My voice is actually, really, in the Netflix!!

*He burries his hands in his hair with excitement. His initial fear is forgotten.*

[“…rich in magic and wonder.”]

No offense, but I sound GOOD. I mean, technically I know that. But hearing myself like this is so different from hearing my voice from my own perspective.

*He squeals in anticipation.* This is so awesome.

…

Oh, the music is so sweet…

…

That dragon is…well, I guess I can try to ignore him…

…

…Why is he in every shot? Do we really need him to explain the arcanums? He’s not that great. Believe me.

…

Ok, the flight effect is really spectacular. I have to admit that.

Still, stupid dragon.

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[“…a human mage…”]

OHHHHH I remember that one *he growls*

…

[“…discovered new magic…”]

Yeah, I bet you “discovered” it. I wonder how you “discovered” it. I’d really like to know. You gotta enlighten me about that “discovery” of yours.

…

In loving memory of those poor birds.

…

OH! OH! OH MY STARS! There I am!! It’s me!!! Hey, I actually look decent for a change. Sigh, I miss my old wardrobe. That scarf was my favourite. So silky and soft.

Also, not to brag, but my hair? Nice.

…

Sigh, poor humans. It breaks my heart everytime I think of the split…

…

Still forever impressed that they managed to draw an actual lava line through all of Xadia.

That’s some true dedication to the cause of hating each other. But I guess if it fuels your ambitions…who am I to judge…you idiots…

…

Oh, Thunder…my cherished…friend…

…

[“But in the eve of last Winter’s Turn…”]

*He inhales sharply*

Oh…this is where the future begins…I have yet to experience what is about to be shown…

…

Unspeakable dark magic? *He rubs his temples, visibly annoyed.* Yeah, I already have an idea what that might have been.

You idiots. All of you. Dragons, elves, humans, all idiots!

…

I’m really carrying myself with a lot of grace in this narration. Good job, future me! I can assure you, that is probably not what I have felt on the inside.

…

Welps, guess there goes your family tree, Thunder. My condolences.

…

[“Now the world stands on the edge of all-out war.”]

I’m pretty sure I smashed my head on the table after that line. Again?! AGAIN?! HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED ANYTHING? You incredible fools?!! You like this, don’t you? This is fun for you, there’s no other explanation. Why else would you imbeciles continue to fight each other like little, immature, bratty kindergarden children.

It’s –ARGHASFADADSF

The worst part is – I knew all of this from the very beginning. Why did I – why do I even bother with helping you…

*He takes a deep breath.*

Calm down, calm doooown… *he hums*

Anger is not good for your soul. You’ll just get bitter and start to come up with horrible revenge fantasies. It’s not worth it. Remember that. Caaaaalm…..

……..

Ok. I’m feeling better.

Let’s continue.

…

Is-is that boy drooling on his glow toad? Poor thing…but that begs the question, why does he let it sleep in his bed in the first place. I would not recommend that…at all. *He shudders.*

…

Oh, that’s a very impressive drawing of a drag-………..marshmallow monster? Really?...well, I guess, that’s…human imagination…very…cute.

…

Yeah no, I don’t think the glow toad was scared…

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Oh my, that poor guard is dead. So many moonshadow elves? Not a chance.

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Aaaaand, of course he trips.

…

I’m about to eat my cloak. She let him go.

You might as well turn yourself in as voluntary dragon breakfast now.

…

HHHHeeey!! What’s that greasy dude doing in front of my mirror?

Don’t touch it! I hate it when there are grease spots on the glass.

Well, I guess those humans successfully raided Thunder’s lair. At least I’ll have more sunshine now.

Heyheyhey, I said don’t touch it!

It’s not like you could understand any of those runes anyways.

…

What? He is the High Mage? I have foreseen that the High Mage of Katolis will be important to me. But I expected something…else.

Can I never be lucky? Is that what I get for being so kind, so gracious, so willing to sacrifice myself to help you all? Couldn’t fate be nice to me for a change?

Sigh, guess that’s what I have to work with now.

This better not be too tiring…

I mean, he slew Thunder. That’s something. I guess…

…

Noooo, don’t cover the mirror. My sunshine, remember? At least let me have that. I’ve only seen cave walls for the last couple of centuries. I’d love to have a little change of scene.

Damn.

…

*Harrow rising*

“I woke up like this.”

With perfect hair and perfectly dressed. Ah yes, very realistic. Just like me, every morning. (I’ll never tell you if that’s sarcasm or not.)

…

Oh yes, execute him!

Ok, sorry, I guess that came out a little too excited…*cough*

…

That bird’s nice.

…

That bird’s name is…well, I guess it’s a name.

…

He’s surprisingly calm considering he and his whole crew are about to be violently murdered by moonshadow assassins.

That’s some startouch-level coolness.

Impressive.

…

[“…we must find them today…”]

Yeaaaah, good luck with that…

…

Moonshadow elves are always so dramatic when it comes to their acrobatics.

Yeees, you’re very cool. A real ninja. Here, have a pat on the back. Now go back and play with the others.

…

Please don’t tell me you think veteran moonshadow assassins can’t tell the difference between blood and moonberry juice…

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Aaaand, you think they can’t. *He slaps his forehead.*

I’m foresing that a great assassin career lies ahead of you. Yes, really.

…

*Cough* Wh-who is this very good looking fella, holy shooting star…

I mean.

Who is this?

He looks important. Like an important elf. Probably their leader.

Yes, that must be it. I just deduced that. I’m very smart.

*The coughing intensifies.*

…

*He sees the necklace.*

Nooooooooo, he is betrothed.

Whyyyyyyy fate. Won’t you let me have anything?

…

Did…did he just fall for the moonberry trick?

You’re very beautiful but forgive me, that was very dumb.

…

This face…my stars…

……………………..

………………….

………..What on earth is going on with me? Focus you dumb, old startouch elf.

It’s not like you to be so easily impressed with others. There’s absolutely no reason for that.

He’s just a boring, average moonshadow elf.

Whatever those weird, inexplicable, mushy feelings in your stomach are, we are done with those.

No more silly touchy-feely emotions.

Ok, let’s get back on track.

Ha, see, you have no power over me, you ridiculously pretty moonshadow elf!

Glad we sorted that out.

…

Yeah, he can see that.

…

That human village looks pretty sweet actually.

I wonder if they sell bread.

I’d love to have some bread now.

Wait, what?

…

Ah, jelly tarts. I remember those. Never liked them. Not enough chocolate. How can they make pastry. Without chocolate. I will never understand.

…

Those are…some impressive lashes.

Apparently modern day humans in Katolis like to put make-up on their pets?

Isn’t that animal cruelty? Is nobody concerned?

…

That toad is definitely smarter when it comes to this whole jelly tart stealing business…

It’s a bit sad to watch.

Well, at least it helped the human kid out.

Enjoy your tarts. Your sad, little, chocolate-less tarts…

…

Ah, that knight looks like a very smart person.

Not.

…

He seems as enthusiastic about teaching the artist boy as I am about working together with the greasy wizard.

I relate to you, not very smart but at least good-at-your-trade knight.

…

Geez, this sword fighting lesson is a tragedy.

I’ve read startouch law books that were more uplifting.

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Love amongst the dragons? Sigh, really? Such an overrated book. Too many dragons.

Ok ok, the love story part is kind of cute.

I guess.

Not that I would know.

As I have never read it.

…

I want to take a moment to thank the universe for not having siblings.

…

I mean, 300 years is nothing. So she’s kinda right? It’s pretty new?

…

*Slaps his face*

No you can’t do it now. That was a bad idea.

You’re noticing that yourself, aren’t you?

…

Is this how you humans court each other?.............

That explains….a lot….

…

Oh? What? He didn’t really stab you? You don’t say. I thought you were dead for real. What a shocking twist of events.

…

Hehe, pushing around those little figures was always the best part of any political meeting.

…

This conversation is off to a rocky start. Don’t do your children dirty like that.

You are evidently muddying the mood of your kids.

…

We have visitors from Xadia…unwanted visitors…look at mee…I’m the human mage…I’m so important…with my condescending voice…I’m so powerfuuuuul…for I am the human mage…

I feel the sudden urge to throw myself from the highest bookshelf in my library.

…

Yes. Yes, I think you’re an idiot, Soren.

…

[“…You’re saying they’ll kill the king?”]

Yeah right. As if Callum could have heard that down there in the courtyard.

He has human ears, not elf ears. *wiggles them in annoyance without noticing*

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[“…’unstoppable: is just another kind of ‘stoppable’.”]

That’s…not…what?

My head hurts.

Is this the future of dark magic in Katolis?

I’m very concerned now.

…

14 and three quarters?

……………………………

This kingdom doesn’t need any enemies. It’ll take itself down all on its own.

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[“Think fast.”]

As fast as you, three-quarter-boy?

…

Ah yes, the moonshadow elves. Their leader is talking. He sounds very distressed.

I mean. They murdered the dragon. I understand. I would be very distressed, too.

…

Uh-oh, no, please don’t bind your lives to-

Sigh……………moonshadow elves are so, so very dramatic. It’s painful.

Really annoying a thousand years ago, still really annoying today.

…

Yes, life is precious. Very good, very well observed. So why do you idiots throw it away with stupid binding curses like that? Your assassin career would be just fine without your silly, theatrical honour codes, that you cling to in order to give your life a deeper meaning but that are ultimately very useless and very dumb.

…

You really had to flex your arm like that just to illustrate the binding of the ribbon, didn’t you, moonshadow leader? That was totally necessary. Sure.

…

Ah….Runaan…that is…a nice name.

Which I just assessed factually, neutrally, in a very matter-of-fact manner.

I just noticed. Nothing more.

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[“What if they know we’re coming?”]

That’s the face of somebody who messed up big time.

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[“No, I don’t want a stupid jelly tart!”]

Ah, yes. Finally somebody who gets it!

…

Ok, I have to admit…I feel for them though… Poor children.

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[“…closet full of moon sweaters.”]

*Bursts into laughter*

Closet full of moon sweaters!! That’s-OHHHH Curses! *he growls*

You got me there. Shame on me. Won’t happen a second time. I promise you that!

…

Flopflopflopflopflop

You know…the sound of the moon moth’s wings…right?

…

Yesssss, dramatic horse chase. Follow the moon sweater moth!

…

Well, guess he just…broke off that engagement.

…

Ohhhh, pretty sparkles!!

See? We’re perfect for each other.

He likes sparkles. I sparkle.

A match made in heaven!

…

Soren, they-they’re right in front of you!!

Is this the amount of effort you put into protecting your kingdom? When it is at the brink of freaking war?! Forget the moonshadow elves, you’re the biggest threat to Katolis’ safety…

God, I’m getting a headache.

I hope your father is a bit...brighter or I might have to let the elves and dragons win this thing.

…

[“You lied to me!”]

Ohhhhh, he’s so fierce when he’s angry…

I would never lie to you! *hums*

Well, because I can’t lie. Which is very annoying sometimes…

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[“Runaan, I’m sorry!”]

Something tells me that this won’t convince him.

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[“You let him live but you’ve killed us all!”]

Whoa, Runaan, calm down. She’s a kid. I’m sure that’s not very good for her mental well-being. Cut her some slack.

If this was so important then maybe you should have taken out that soldier yourself. Didn’t occur to you back then? Nope, I don’t think so. Don’t blame her now because you were so bad at planning ahead.

*Shakes his head*

Moonshadow assassin leaders…

…

Oh, that was it? Already?

That was…surprisingly fun. Not the soul-crushing existential crisis I was anticipating.

What does it say here? Next episode in five seconds? Well, I won’t say no to that…

Maybe I should get myself something to eat…

*He gets up, humming cheerfully.*

#Aaravos #Aarablog #Aaravos roleplay #Aaravos rp #The Dragon Prince #The Dragon Prince roleplay #TDP #Runaavos #Runaaravos #Chaotic Good (AU) Aaravos

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