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faytalepsy · 2 years ago

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Andylind + Wedding AU

This got longer than anticipated and is far from what you would imagine from a Wedding AU but welllllll...Andylind takes my mind to weird places.

Hope you like it Anne!!

(under the cut only because it's long....not because it's explicit...because it isn't)

"Will you stop that!"

His hands went still, the fabric of his jacket that he had been fiddling with slipping from his fingers at the steely voice of his general.

As always she was the picture of bored disinterest, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand. Just another day.

He shifted in his seat, the wound where Sauls's sword had pierced his torso still aching with every move he made. At least today's plans spared him from the endless replays of the moment his life had been irrevocably smashed. Not that Rosalind batted even one lash at the fact that they were tumbling down into an abyss and he couldn't spot the lifeline she promised. Still, he followed her whether it be into battle or to the dusty town hall of some backwater First World town.

The residents had probably never seen a pair so out of place in the waiting area of the wedding officiant's office.

In his military gear bar the sword and daggers he looked like a soldier tying the knot before leaving for war when in truth it was the exact opposite. He had been to war. And he had lost bitterly. Or opened a new window of opportunity according to the unperturbed woman next to him.

Rosalind looked impeccable as always, her ashen hair swept back into a plain braid. But her simple grey suit set her apart from the other waiting brides all in some manner of dress or chic suit combination. If that plus their slightly obvious age gap hadn't been enough to stir irritation, her demeanour earned them a lot of cross looks from the giggly couples around them.

He flexed his hands, watching as a blushing bride admonished her husband for ruining her make-up with the many kisses he tried to pepper to her cheek. He was inclined to frown at them but swallowed his bitterness.

Rosalind would never let him kiss her in public, not even on the day of their wedding.

Not able to stand the tense silence any longer he swallowed the knot in his throat.

"Are you sure this will work?"

Her eyes flickered up briefly before settling back on the device in her hands. "You have doubts?"

"No, I just-"

"It will work." Still fully focused on her phone her voice dropped to a whisper.

"They will incapacitate me. All my possessions go to my husband as stated in my will. Regular proceeding."

It was beyond him how Rosalind managed to make something this outrageous sound like a bored remark on the weather. He swallowed, his throat as dry as parchment.

"Who says she won't kill you."

The question had been burning in his mind, leaving him sleepless and restless. It felt so wrong, so incredibly precipitous to bet everything they had on that simple card. And if it were anyone but Rosalind he would call them crazy.

"She won't." Her finger stopped, hovering just millimetres over the screen, her following words more of an afterthought.

"And if she does you know what to do."

The prospect that even Rosalind with all her scheming had just a sliver of doubt in her plan had him move before he could comprehend what he was doing.

He gripped her arm and finally, her head snapped up. Brows furrowing she felt her gaze take him in, fully and completely. She had always been able to brush every layer of his armour away like dusty cobwebs, baring him in a way no one else could. Exposing his fears.

They could still change their minds. Run away from the madness. As soon as the thought crossed his mind it dissolved. Staring into her grey eyes hardened with that familiar determination that some might say bordered on obsession left no doubts. Rosalind would never run.

Her gaze travelled over his face from his brows to the beard he had trimmed too much for his liking to better fit the identity she had made up for him. She leaned in slightly, her voice but a whisper.

"No matter how hard I tried to change it, Farah is soft. We both know that."

"What about Saul?" The name alone left a shale taste on his tongue. "He won't forgive you and he is not above shedding a few drops of blood." That fact was a thorn deeply wedged between his ribs. Rosalind's eyes narrowed slightly.

"He will heed her word like the lapdog he is. We've gone through this."

they had indeed. More times than he could count. He softened his grip on her arm, letting his fingers slide over the fabric until it gave way to the warm skin of her hand. It was delicate, dwarfed by his own and still held so much power. Cupping all that potential he gently squeezed making a promise he didn't dare voice.

And Rosalind let him. He felt her fingers interlace with his own with a rare gentleness. Her other hand finally lowered the phone to her lap. Lips forming a small smile her voice carried the dry note he came to associate with her lighter moods as she spoke again.

"Even if you don't get a hefty life insurance as soon as I'm gone you can at least look forward to the compensation."

He snorted. "Doubt the benefits for widowers apply to ghosts."

"David Langdon is no ghost."

He grimaced at the shitty alias she had chosen for him. Apparently the only fake identity she was able to acquire.

The soft click of the door prevented him from voicing his complaint. A bespectacled clerk with light brown hair checked his notepad before calling out the next name.

"Hale."

All eyes were trained on them as Rosalind rose with that honed sense of purpose he could only follow. He trailed the officiant and his general into the First World office, ignoring the whispers that rose in their wake.

No matter what rumours they made up in their minds, nobody would ever guess the true reason that the dead man and doomed war general tied their knots today.

If he was honest, Andreas himself couldn't quite believe it.

#three sentence prompts #andylind #andreas of eraklyon #rosalind hale #rosalind #my writing

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newtonsheffield · 4 years ago

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As I am currently lying in my own bed not well 😷😷 with my Hedwig Hot Water bottle curtesy of my hubby to be I got inspired to ask this about my fave couple 🥰

We’ve seen Kate and Anthony being the patient and the “doctor”

And in AOFAG obvs Soph takes care of a Ben when he gets sick... do you have any of Benophie taking care of one another when bed bound sick or hurt?

❤️

Hiiii!

First of all: I Hope you’re feeling better! I was off work last week with a cold and now I feel like I’m getting another one. There’s been a lot of rain recently in Queensland and because I’ve been constantly in and out of the rain and the air conditioning, I think I keep catching a chill like the heroine of a regency novel. Very tiring because I have to get a covid test every time

Now I’ve had another prompt very similar here so I’m answering them together!

Anon asked: i binged b&s in one day !!!! it's soooooo good 🤍 and i love the mini fics you post here 🤍 do you have any head canons for when benophie when sophie gets sick for the first time since they got together? Hello! You binged it all in a day? Oh God, I’m so sorry, that’s a lot of my writing in one day. But I’m glad you enjoyed it, and welcome to this little black hole that I call a blog.

Okay, I feel like we all know that Sophie Beckett is one nurturing son of a gun, so Benedict is welllllll taken care of when he gets sick. But I think it would be difficult for Sophie, who has had no who would take care of her to let him do it?

Anywayyyyy Let’s see

Sophie Beckett prided herself on rarely being sick and even when she was, she never took a sick day. She showed up to work rain, hail, or shine, hopped up on Day Nurse and a throat lozenge and she didn’t complain. Not that she didn’t wish she could crawl into bed and quietly die, but it wasn’t an option. When she’d worked at Penwood House she hadn’t really had any sick leave, and she couldn’t have afforded to not work. But it was fine, she wasn’t really the kind of person that got sick regularly anyway, maybe twice a year she’d have a cold for a few days and that was easy enough to manage. And then four months into their relationship Benedict had woken up with a cold.

The sound of his sneeze had woken Sophie up first, and she’d sat up a little startled and turned to find Ben with a box of tissues on his chest, his eyes red, sniffling. His voice sounded stuffy when he said Sorry, you should go, I don’t want to get you sick. Sophie had tutted disapprovingly before she could stop herself and stood from the bed with a Ridiculous man before going into the bathroom, rummaging through his cabinet and returning with some paracetamol and a glass of water. Take these and go back to sleep, I’ll have to go and get some things but I’ll be back. He’d looked up at her, a little startled, but clearly thought the expression on her face left no room for arguments as he settled back against his pillows. She spent the rest of the day with his head cushioned against her chest her fingers running through his hair as he slept soundly against her with a muffled Love you, Soph. And her heart had stuttered away brimming with happiness despite the situation, content in that moment to have made him happy.

2 days later Sophie woke up in her own bed and her head was pounding, her sinuses were congested and she couldn’t help but groan as she looked in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes and quietly cursed as she took her medication and went about getting ready for the day. She had been at work for approximately 30 minutes when the head chef sighed and said Sophie go home. Sophie had tried to argue but the chef laughed and said At this point I’m honestly worried you’ll give the customers the plague. You have some sick days they’re there for you to use. And she’d said it with such kindness that Sophie had honestly wanted to cry as she’d left, desperately looking forward to sinking back between the bedsheets.

Benedict hadn’t really thought much of it. He’d been finishing a shoot, and sent Sophie a text, asking if she wanted to go to his brother’s later, Greg had a new something or other he was excited about playing medieval farm building game maybe?, not expecting a response straight away. He was fairly used to Sophie replying intermittently throughout the day, not being able to have her phone on her at all times. But she’d responded almost immediately Not tonight, Have fun though and he’d frowned a little at the blunt response, no explanation given. Deciding to lighten the mood he said Shouldn’t you be at work? Hiding in the bathroom again? 😏 And the response had come back again almost immediately No, got sent home sick. And Benedict had frozen, on his way out the door, camera bag swinging stupidly at his side as he considered the fact that Sophie had woken up unwell this morning, so unwell she’d had to go home and she hadn’t even thought to tell him. And his chest ached when he thought it likely wasn’t due to the fact that she was shutting him out, but because she was so used to not having anyone take care of her, she hadn’t even thought that he would want to.

Sophie was woken from a nap by a sharp knock on the door of her flat. And she couldn’t help but groan, wondering if they would just go away if she ignored them. When the knocking repeated itself she dragged herself out of bed, her head pounding with every step and her heart stopped when she opened the door, to find Ben absolutely ladened down with pharmacy bags. Sorry it took me so long, I didn’t know what you had so I just got some of everything. He said, smiling happily as she shimmied past her frozen in the doorway. setting about putting his bags down, unpacking them, confusion welling in her chest until finally she stuttered out Ben What are you doing here? His head shot up, his eyebrows raised, Taking Care of you? Don’t worry, I’m not about to force my cooking on you, I stopped by my mum’s, she said She hopes you feel better soon. And tears had welled in her eyes as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, warmth and security seeping into her bones. And as he lay next to her in bed for the rest of the afternoon, his voice softly reading Little Women Sophie could barely choke back the words I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

#bridgerton and sons au #benophie #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #sophie deserves everything good and i'm gonna give them to her in this au tbh #molly’s asks and answers

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jazminetoad · 4 years ago

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In My Reality | Prologue

Hey, I was bored so I decided to start a fanfic series of the Tatsumi Brothers from Juuni Taisen. Yay

It’s a “Tatsumi Brother x Reader” story about how the Tatsumi Brothers enter the reader’s reality which kinda flips her world upside down.

So I just finished the prologue. If you guys like it or if I’m bored again, I’ll make the first chapter. (Click “Keep Reading” to read the story)

"[Name] get out of bed; It's 3 in the afternoon," my mom told me as she came into my room with fresh, clean clothes. I didn't have to look over to know.

Groaning, I removed my mask from my eyes then rolled over to face up at the white ceiling. The sunlight seeping in from the blinds caused my sight to cringe before it finally adjected to the light and I could see the grey walls lurking in the corner of my eyes. Arising from my queen-sized bed a yawn escaped from my mouth. My form reached over and placed my sleep mask on the nightstand, next to my water mug.

"Morning mom," I greeted her as she sorted out the pile of clothes on my dresser. Looks like she did a colour load, which means no pants to put away.

"Morning sweetheart. Can you put your clothes away before you come downstairs?"

"Sure," I simply answered as I slipped out of the cozy sheets I once was tangled in.

"Thank you. I'll see you when you come down," she stated, placing the last of my t-shirts neatly on the others. Afterwards, she wrapped her arms around the remaining clean, clothes that weren't mine, carefully balancing them as she left my room and closed the door behind.

The click of the doorknob echoed into my ears when my feet landed on the fuzzy rug. My eyes drifted their gaze to the plain black bodypillow wrapped in [f/c] blankets, reminding me of a burrito. It just had the colour for the case, no special Anime character on it. I wish there were one though; it'd make the nights seem less lonely to see my favourite character's face on it. However, a pillow is a pillow. Despite me using it as an illusion for myself it doesn't change the reality that when I hug it in my sleep or when I'm awake no arms will return my embrace.

A sigh falls out of my breath, my eyelids dropping in sync. I turned my head away from the lying pillow and dragged myself to the other side of my bed, towards the dresser that patiently held the clean clothes my mom put there. I opened a drawer, putting my undergarments away first then my socks. Once those were put away, I moved to retrieve hangers from my closet, passing by my desk and shelves as I did.

If you were wondering why I slept so late into the afternoon, well, it's currently winter break, so that means I can stay up late and sleep in late past noon. Sadly enough, it's January which means the break almost over, and that means school is standing around the corner, menacingly. Just the thought of it disturbs my mind as that reality tries to infect my thoughts.

I hate reality. I know not all of it is shit, but there's enough of it that makes me want to drown myself in the world of fiction. Whenever it's the weekend or breaks from school, I binge Anime, tv shows, YouTube, and movies, so that's the only thing on my mind. I then write or read fanfiction, there is the rare occasion I sketch something but I'm not good at art since I don't practice enough. By the time I return to reality after having my head stuck in my imagination for so long, I can barely focus without going back to daydreaming. Eventually, that wears off, and then reality is what floods my brain; I despise it but I know I can't be stuck in my fantasies forever. Luckily my friends provide that nice spot in-between for me, helping me stay in the real world but also let me discuss the fictional. Then there's also my bro.

"Yo sis," my brother's voice called from the other side of the door after his fist knocked on it. "You wanna continue Code Geass?"

My bro is the best. Unlike most siblings I know, we actually get along. He's also a big help in my life, one of the reasons why I haven't lost my mind. He makes sure I don't overwork & stress myself and reminds me to have fun and chillax. I love him for it, and he's practically my best friend. We aren't the exact same age but we were born in the same year, just a few months apart so we get to be in the same grade. He's the older one. He's also taller which means he can t-pose over me, and we reenact the meme; it's great.

"Yeah," I answered. "Just let me get ready."

"Alright," he replied before I felt the vibration of his footsteps grow distant from my room.

'Heh, if I had Takeyasu's ability, I'd be able to sense his movement better.'

I chuckle to myself at the thought floating in my mind as I put the final shirt away. My two favourite characters that I desired to be real was the Tatsumi Brothers, Nagayuki and Takeyasu. I love those two. Whenever I watched their episodes from Juuni Taisen, I always smile. They make my heart feel something that I never felt for any character before. I don't want to be cliche and say true love, but to me, that's what it feels like. I know they're fictional characters, so I won't get much out of it, but strangely enough, I'm okay with that. I can't imagine my heart belonging to anyone else. I do wish they were real, though. I even used my wish on the bracelet my friend, Meri-chan, got for my birthday one year, that they'd become real.

The bracelet was some urban legend. It was lime green and had a few beads on it. The legend goes that you make a wish and when the bracelet breaks, your wish has come true. 'Course, it's most likely a bunch of baloney but that didn't stop me from wishing that the Tatsumi Brothers would become real. I currently just wear the bracelet as an accessory since the wish probably won't happen, it's not like the thing is going to break anytime soon.

Grabbing my towel, my other hand opened my door. I slipped down the hallway and slid into the bathroom, my foot pushing the door closed as I put the towel on the towel rack. Hopefully, I don't take too long because we were left on edge on the last episode of Code Geass we watched. Well, I'll finish sooner than my wish coming true that's for sure, heh.

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"Okay bro but if you think about it, Lelouch-"

"[Name], I washed your school uniforms. Can you put them away while I start on tacos?" Mom requested from the kitchen, interrupting the Anime, my commentary, and reminding me that school is coming soon. "You too, [b/n]."

"Yes, mom," we both respond.

My brother picked up the remote and hit the pause button so we wouldn't miss anything. I pulled myself up from the plush couch, disappointment growing on me since I had hoped not to be interrupted until dinner was ready. Well, I guess I could let the disappointment wither away since it's Taco Tuesday, my favourite. I chuckled to myself as my feet reached the next level above the main floor and headed down the open hallway to my room.

My laughter died out upon seeing my seven school uniforms, five that were the regular female uniform and two that were gym uniforms. Unlike most students, I didn't like the idea of having to wash my uniform every day, so to make things simpler, I paid for six more with my own money. It was a bit irritating, using the money I earned from my summer job for this instead of getting something else. Still, my practical choice, so I didn't necessarily have to worry about my mom washing my uniform every night.

"Hhhhhh, why does school have to come back so soon?" I asked myself as I picked up one of the uniforms.

The uniform wasn't too special, a simple white blouse, a blue skirt, a blue jacket, and a blue & black striped tie. Students could decide if we wanted to wear tights, leggings, or shorts underneath the skirt as long as it was black or white. I wore leggings unless it was summer which I then wear shorts and knee-high socks. There are those girls that only wear thigh-high socks and panties under their skirt to which my nerd brain questions why. 'Course that's their choice, have fun with your ass cold.

A Discord ringtone made me resurface from my pond of inner thoughts. Becoming aware of my surroundings, I realized my friends Meri-chan and Kamida were calling on the Discord group chat we had. I could tell by the laptop I had open on my desk. I quickly put the uniform I had in hand on the rack with the others before sliding over and clicking the answer button that popped up.

"Yo, what's up nerds."

"Hey I'm not a nerd," Meri-chan protested. "I'm a cool kid."

"Meri-chan, we're all nerds here," Kamida stated before greeting me. "Hey [n/n], how you doing?"

"Eh, good I suppose but I could be doing better, Kami," I answered simply. "How's life?"

"Pretty chill but I got bored, so I decided to call you guys."

"Well, I'm just putting my uniforms away," I informed them and went to put the last uniform away.

"I sometimes forget that you have more than one," Meri-chan commented before I heard her gasp. "Hey, how 'bout we hang out tomorrow, we only have so many days before we have to go back to school."

"Oh, don't remind me," I groaned, hanging my head, then went back to putting the uniform on the hanger and walking over to the closet, hanging it up with the rest.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea Meri-chan, we could hang out tomorrow," Kamida suggested.

"I'm down," Meri-chan quickly responded.

"Welllllll..." I hesitated, sitting down in the [f/c] spinning chair in front of the desk.

"[Name]."

"You see, I kinda want to stay inside my last few days..."

"[n/nnnnn]!" Meri-chan whined.

"Come on [Name], you know you can't stay cooped up inside forever," Kamida reminded me.

"I know," I grumbled, leaning back in my seat. "Fine, I'll come out tomorrow, but it's going to be after 2."

"2 am, geez [n/n] I didn't know you'd be willing to come out that early," Kamida joked.

"I meant 2 pm," I corrected.

"Okay," he chuckled as Meri-chan pipped in.

"But if you're late again, you're buying lunch this time."

"Okay, bet, but what if I'm not?" I inquired, my fingers tapping on my desk.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, seemingly to be thinking.

"It's fine I'll pay for lunch tomorrow."

"Alright, but don't use it as an excuse to be late."

"I won't," I reassured her. "Anyway, I'm gonna go watch a few more episodes of Code Geass with my bro-"

"You still need to watch Dragon Ball Z," Kamida interrupted.

"And you need to watch Juuni Taisen," I countered, emphasizing the "you".

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off. "Anyway, go have fun with your bro. We'll call again later on tonight."

"Alright, bye guys." I left the call and closed out of discord then proceeded to shut my laptop.

Kamida and Meri-chan were my two friends from school; we've known each other since childhood. 'Course Meri-chan isn't Meri-chan's real name, that's just a nickname Kamida and I gave her. Occasionally, they called me [n/n]-chan but not too often. Then there are times where we call Kamida, Kami-kun, but mainly Meri-chan does it out of spite since Kamida doesn't like it. Especially when Meri-chan does it in her kawaii voice. Those two are the only ones outside of family that have the same vibe I do, that's probably why we've been friends for so long.

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"Hey, you guys ever wish fictional characters could become real?" I randomly asked out of the blue, staring up at the white ceiling as I waited for my friends over the call to answer my question.

"All the time," Meri-chan answered.

"We know simp," Kamida smugly commented.

"Nuuu!" Meri-chan pouted while Kamida and I laughed. "Hey, if anything [n/n] is the simp over here, she's the one actual crushing on the characters."

"Hey don't call me out like that."

"Ha! She doesn't deny it," Kamida jeered.

"Okay, what about you and Android 21?"

"Ack-" Kamida blurted before muting himself, causing me and Meri-chan to giggle. A few seconds pass by before he unmuted himself. "Why are you asking this question [n/n]?"

"No reason in particular-"

"Are you sure it's not you wanting to talk about Juuni Taisen?"

"No- it's not just that. I just think fictional characters would make reality interesting."

"Right..."

"Meri-chan if you could bring someone from Juuni Taisen to-"

"My boy Uuma! You should know this by now."

"Bruh-"

"Well, it's either that or Usagi, and I rather be alive thank you."

"Who's Uuma again?" Kamida inquired, not knowing who was who quite yet since he hasn't watched the Anime.

"Uuma is the warrior of the horse," I informed him.

"Right," Kamida mumbled before letting out a yawn.

"You sound tired, go to sleep!" Meri-chan told Kamida.

"No, you go to sleep."

"Guys, we're all on the same timezone. If one of us goes to sleep then we all do," I stated. "It makes sense since we're all planning on meeting up tomorrow."

"I guess we go to sleep," Meri-chan said bluntly.

"Yeah, alright, goodnight guys," Kamida yawned.

"Night."

"Night guys."

With that, we each left the call. I, however, didn't fall asleep right away. I woke up late and the night was still pretty early, so I opened up the Funimation app on my phone. Scrolling through the list of saved Anime, most of which were halfway through since my brother and I are watching them together, I came across Juuni Taisen.

"Why not..." I muttered to myself as my finger tapped on the Anime and went right to click on episode 7, In Like a Dragon, Out Like a Snake (Part 1).

By the time I finished episodes 7 and 8, it was 2 am when my eyes glanced at the clock in the top corner of my phone. Sighing to myself, I leaned over and snatched my charger off the nightstand, plugging it in the wall before connecting the other end to my phone. Turning off my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and snagged my sleep mask, putting that on my head.

As I laid there on my bed, silence flooded the room, not a sound to be heard but my own breathing. Vines of sorrow began to grow on me as the feeling of loneliness came over me. I tried to pull myself out of the emotion, turning over and wrapping my arms around the plain bodypillow in an attempt to comfort myself. In the end, it only helped slightly. It didn't erase the pain because I knew there were no arms that would hug me back. A tear escaped my eyes before I pulled my mask over them, and a final thought appeared in my mind before I entered the dream realm.

'I wish I wasn't alone...'

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"Congratulations, Tatsumi {Ani|Otouto}, warrior of the {dragon|snake}!" Duodecuple exclaimed. "You are the winner of the 12th Juuni Taisen, everyone give yourself a hand!" The man started to applaud but soon stopped. "The antidote has settled in by now. You'll be fine."

{"Tch|Alright"} the Tatsumi brother simply responded.

"Now that you've won the Juuni Taisen, you can make one wish of your choice. Would you like to make your wish now, or would you like for it to be granted later?"

"In all honesty, when I arrived at the Juuni Taisen I wished for {nothing|money}, I didn't need anything else really but now that {I'm here|I had time to think about} I don't want to wish for {nothing|money}."

"Oh, do you have another wish in mind?" Duodecuple inquired the Tatsumi brother sitting in front of him, alone.

"Yeah... I wish me and my brother were never apart of the Juuni Taisen."

#tatsumi brothers #tatsumi kyoudai #tatsumi kyoudai ani #tatsumi kyoudai otouto #nagayuki tsumita #takeyasu tsumita #takeyasu #nagayuki #tatsumi brothers x reader #juuni taisen #juuni taisen au #juni taisen #juni taisen x reader #juuni taisen x reader #juuni taisen: zodiac war #juuni taisen snake #juuni taisen dragon #juuni taisen zodiac war #spot the reference

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kaaytea · 4 years ago

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welllllll.... if you say so ☺️😅☃️

how bout some Christmas dates with our best boys, the Kominato bros!! 🙆🏻‍♀️

and maybe... Nori too since we both love him too UwU

take your time though ok bby? Christmas is still a month awayy and ily, dont overwork yourself plsss 💛

~ryou🗑 anon

Oh ryou anon.... you really just voluntarily asked me to write my 3 babies 🥲 thank you for this my dear. Also, mwah! I love you too 😤💖

Christmas dates pt.4!!

⤷Includes: Ryousuke, Haruichi, Kawakami

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Ryousuke

I feel like Ryo would like Christmas because it's time he's spends with his family

He's got a lot of fond memories associated to Christmas of him and Haruichi when they were younger

But I think he'd truly start enjoying the holiday more with his significant other

If you had to take a guess at what Ryousuke's favorite thing about Christmas was you'd honestly guess decorating

Specifically because he's seemed to have secretly put mistletoe in evERy room of your apartment

You didn't even know where he got all of it?! Nevermind when he got to time to put it all up, where the hElL do you get that much mistletoe?!

EVERY ROOM...EVERY ROOM! AND HE KEEPS MOVING THEN SO YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!!

It's like his weird version of that elf on the shelf thing. You wake up and scan each room looking for the damned decoration trying to map them out for the day

And Ryo just sits there smirking at you while drinking his coffee.....it's a bit scary how much power he holds

It's like walking in a mine field. One wrong step and Ryosuke swoops in, kisses you, smiles, then walks out of the room

I mean kissing him all the time wasn't a problem but him just aPpeAriNg out of thin air has spooked you a few times which adds to his amusement

So Ryo has made up this elaborate game and has kissed you over 100 times in the past week, you decided it's time for a little pay back

And what better way than using his own game against him >:)

You woke up earlier than Ryo and staged your plan

You sat innocently in the counter top swinging your legs back and forth when he walked in

"what are you doing up so early?"

"I didn't sleep very well last night so I just decided to get up"

You felt a little bad because he gave you a concerned look, but you had a plan and you were going to stick to it!

Ryo went over and opened the cabinet that had all of your mugs and glasses

This is when you hopped down and stood in front of him with the same sly smile he always gave you

He knew instantly what was going on

He looked up and found the small sprig of mistletoe you had taped to the inside of the cabinet

He laughed slightly at the situation and rested his hands on your hips

"Haa...my protege is outsmarting me"

"Maybe I've always been smarter than you, Kominato"

"Enjoy this moment because it won't happen again"

He got you back during Christmas dinner at his parents house

Haruichi

Same boat as Ryo

Likes Christmas because of the memories he has tied to it

Loves being able to make new memories with you!!

It had become a tradition for you and Haruichi to put up the Christmas tree on the last day of November

That way you'd be officially starting the holiday season with all your decorations up and already surrounded by the holiday vibes~

You were currently pulling out the boxes you kept the ornaments in while Haru set up the tree

Carefully, you walked back into the main room with both boxes and placed them down on the coffee table

You looked over at Haruichi who was pulling out two bundles of Christmas lights

"Do we want to use the colored lights or the normal ones?"

"hmm, let's do colored this year"

"I was hoping you'd pick the colored, I was kinda sad we didn't use them last year"

While Haruichi tackled the lights, you opened the two boxes in front of you. You gently looked through the box to check for any ornaments that might have broken; thankfully none of them had

The ornaments you had were all very random. Ornaments in the shape of food, movie and video game characters, ornaments paying homage to old pets, a few were ones your parents had passed down to you, and of course there were some baseball ones :)

You and Haruichi had agreed early in that you liked the look of a more mix-matched tree rather than a themed one

Your tree was a hodgepodge of your personalities, interests, and chock-full of memories

With the lights on the tree and the ornaments out it was time to start decorating!

It was mostly quiet as you both hung the ornaments on the tree, the atmosphere was very soft and light

The two of you were now curled up on the couch, tucked under a blanket basking in the only source of light in the room: the tree

You looked over your shoulder and were instantly enthralled by Haruichi's eyes. The multicolored lights from the tree reflected in them, giving the appearance of fireworks glittering in his eyes

Haruichi returned your stares with a soft smile and rosy cheeks before looking back at the tree

"For some reason I feel like it's missing something.."

"yeah you're right"

"....."

"OH MY GOSH WE FORGOT TO PUT THE STAR ON!"

Kawakami

He's another person who loves Christmas music

I mean Nori loves music in general but Christmas music is special because you can only listen to it for a select period of time

Likes very domestic Christmas activities

To sum it up he likes indoor activities where he can hug the living day lights out of you and wear fluffy socks :))

Nori was meeting up with Shirasu for lunch so it was the perfect time to wrap his present >:)

(you got him a record player)

You were sitting in the middle of the living room surrounded by different papers and bows trying to decide what color scheme to go with for the wrappings

You decided on a light blue paper with lil penguins on it and a silver bow to top it off 🥺

The box was only half wrapped when Nori walked into the apartment, poor thing gave you a heart attack as you rUshed to cover his present

wHy was he home?! He only left 15 minutes ago, theres no way you can grab lunch with a friend that fast

"I'm assuming that's a present for me"

"yEs it is so turn around while I finish wrapping it. Why are you back so early anyway? You said you'd be gone for a few hours."

"We decided to reschedule, apparently the snows supposed to get heavier and we didn't want to get stuck out in a storm"

After Swifty wrapping Nori's present and, confirming he was allowed to turn around, the pitcher joined you on the floor

His knees brushed up against yours as he quietly situated himself in the spot next to you

You expected him to just sit with you but instead he reached over to the small pile of presents still waiting to be wrapped (they were small things the both of you had gotten for his family members)

Nori got right to work in wrapping the present. He was very careful with everything he did, taking the time to mix and match paper and bows and making precise folds when wrapping the box

Knowing Nori enjoys having music on, you took out your phone and put on some Christmas tunes

The little smile on his face could end wars, he's absolutely adorable when in his element just humming along to the jazzy Christmas song :')

The both of you worked to get all the gifts wrapped, goofily singing along to the playlist you had on resulting in giggles here and there

Somehow you ended up on Nori's lap after you finished your little gift wrapping party. The moment was peaceful, the two of you just holding on to each other enjoying the feeling of being together

There was a red bow sitting next to Nori on the floor that caught your eye, it was just begging for you to put it on his head

"What are you doing (y/n)?"

"Don't you usually save the best gift for last, Norifumi?"

Kawakami Norifumi.exe has stopped working, please stand by while we attempt to fix the problem

#kayquests #kawakami norifumi x reader #kawakami norifumi #Kawakami Norifumi headcanons #kominato ryousuke x reader #kominato ryousuke #kominato ryousuke headcanons #kominato haruichi headcanons #kominato haruichi #kominato haruichi x reader #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace #ace of the diamond x reader #ace of the diamond #diamond no ace #diamond no ace x reader

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ladyfawkes · 5 years ago

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This work originally written for Rapunzel Appreciation Week, Day Two prompt of “Sunshine”. Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tangled (2010), Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Word count: 2443 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider/Rapunzel Characters: Rapunzel (Disney), Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider Additional Tags: Sexy Times, Short One Shot, Fluff and Mush Summary:

It's Corona's worst thunderstorm in literal years, and it's currently pouring buckets outside. As Captain Fitzherbert arrives back at the palace from his daily morning rounds, he is told by his new wife that the rest of the day is theirs to have.....Court had been canceled as they couldn't have people waiting outside in the rain.

Eugene cannot wait!!! He and Rapunzel's duties had amped up exponentially since they'd come home from their epic 3-month honeymoon. During the past 4 months, they'd barely had any intimate time together at all.

What, exactly, does his sweet wife have in mind? Two words: PILLOW FORT!!!!! Full fic included under the jump.

The day had dawned dark and rainy, that in itself being unusual for Corona. Naturally, Rapunzel always had particular worry for Corona’s guards now that her new husband had been made Captain nearly a year ago. What made this particular storm more dangerous is that it was a thunderstorm. And having a thunderstorm as close to the water as Corona meant it was bound to have more than its fair share of lightning. The guards were always in far more danger during a thunderstorm than the average Coronan citizen, given that they wore so much metal; metal armor, metal helmets, and had metal weaponry. By 10AM, Court had been canceled for the day when it became apparent that the rain wasn’t going to stop and it simply wasn’t safe for the people to queue up outside. Eugene never missed his patrols, though. Rain or shine, light or dark, he was there -- reliable as clockwork. He shocked a lot of people with just how smoothly he slipped into and assumed his new role as Captain. That’s not to say he didn’t also have his fill of trifle, finicky, and annoying minutiae about being Captain. The Guard had just recently brought on dozens of new recruits. About half the current guard contingent was due to age out in the next few years and Eugene saw this as the perfect opportunity to give the entire system a much needed overhaul. After Rapunzel had been crowned queen, she naturally gave Eugene her blessing with anything and everything he needed. And although training never went as smoothly as he hoped, Eugene had never stopped coming up with ways to become more efficient, faster, better, stronger. And Eugene never expected more from anybody than he expected of himself. Considering Rapunzel’s amped up queen duties in combination with Eugene’s amped up Captain duties, they had seen precious little of each other since their spectacular three-month honeymoon. Neither one of them had found time just yet to have trained a proper assistant or protégé, so until they could find a proper rhythm and people who could reasonably run the show when they needed to step away, they were the sole persons responsible for their respective occupations. Rapunzel was quite lucky that her father was still willing to step in during a pinch. Eugene had no such luxury, however. He’d been having a devil of a time finding a willing and able second-in-command. As such, he hadn’t really had much of a break since they’d returned from their honeymoon. Not that he’d complain too much to her. He was just being his same loving self with Rapunzel, during the small times they actually did get to be with each other, giving 80-85% of the conversation time to his ‘darling wifey’ and all of her concerns and worries. Eugene stepped into the castle foyer around 10:30 AM with a flourish, saying, “Whew!! It’s certainly been a soaking wet morning!!” If anybody deserved a respite right now, it was her hard-working dripping wet husband. He removed his bicorne hat and poured the rain off of it back outside before allowing the servants to close the doors behind him. The Captain had been absolutely drenched, gratefully allowing the footmen to take his hat, cloak, coat, and his riding boots and stockings; then he slipped on an offered dressing gown and into some warm slippers. “Thank you, everyone!” said Eugene, who was clearly relieved to have their care and attention. Then Rapunzel was present to hand him a warm towel so he could dry his hands, face, and hair. She noticed in particular the rivulet that ran down Eugene’s perfect nose; its slope was just right for its own tiny waterfall whenever liquid streamed down his face. Eugene was now speaking into the towel about the goings-on of his morning as he mopped up his face. “Ah!” he said as he put a still-damp arm over Rapunzel’s shoulders, “that’s more like it!” Rapunzel next handed him a steaming cup of tea which he also accepted gratefully. He and Rapunzel walked toward their bedroom suite. So hypnotized by Eugene’s nose was Rapunzel, that after he finished taking a sip of tea, she had reached right over and booped his nose. As he was mid-sentence and her gesture was completely unexpected, Eugene stopped in his tracks and turned to gaze at her with a quizzical smile on his face. “Now what was that all about?” Rapunzel grinned cheesily and mysteriously replied, “Hmmm….I guess you’ll just have to see!” and then she skipped a little down the corridor, emitting a high-pitched giggle, with a very amused and intrigued Eugene in tow. Rapunzel may have been a queen and his wife by now, but she was still so charmingly….herself. When they got to the suite, he could see some changes had been made in his absence.Their huge bed and nearly all of the furniture in the room had been shifted over closer to the giant fireplace to better avail themselves of its warmth. Just about every inch of furniture had been draped in some type of sheet, duvet, or comforter. The corners had been weighted down by heavy cushions, poufs, and pillows. “What’s all this for?” Eugene asked in wonderment. Tall standing candelabras also circled the outside, lighted wicks casting the otherwise storm-darkened room in a soft rosy glow. Rapunzel excitedly lifted up one side of the bed-blanket bungalow she’d created and let him see inside. It was a rather impressive space, if she said so herself, and she wanted to rattle off to Eugene how she’d engineered it to make sure the center wouldn’t fall in while they were inside, but that would require explaining lots of math with which Eugene was not familiar. Point being….she was proud of it, and her grin showed this pride even more with the way Eugene was looking around at it all. “On rainy days, Pascal and I used to make pillow forts next to the fireplace. It was so very drafty in the--t--uh, the old place, with only that one small fire in a huge fireplace, and Pascal and I would have to make the fire wood last for insanely lengthy amounts of time.” The word ‘tower’ had basically become a taboo word in their personal lexicon, so they did their best to avoid saying it. “So this is a pillow fort, eh?” said Eugene, his smile getting larger and larger as he looked at the pillows and cushions bunched around inside the blanketed big top. Just outside the entrance lay platters of hot tea, hot cider, and their respective favorite snack foods and sweets. Eugene reached over and snagged a cupcake piled high with blue and pink swirled icing and a cherry in the center. Rapunzel nodded excitedly. Even now, going on four years later, she and Eugene were still having fun sharing with one another the various things they’d each missed out on due to their respective limited childhoods. “I’ve heard of these things,” Eugene said, a huge grin across his features, “I’ve just...never seen them. We never had pillows and almost never had blankets at the orphanage.” Of course, Rapunzel had known this��.and that’s why she thought it would be the perfect rainy day to show Eugene that you could just as easily huddle together for fun during inclement weather rather than merely out of necessity or desperation. Eugene despised heavy rain almost as much as he hated snow. So Rapunzel was determined to make this a great indoors day he’d never forget. “I only have one question,” said Rapunzel, her hand hovering over the tie of his dressing gown. Eugene’s look of boyish wonder switched instantly to one of the intrigued fox….. “Ask,” he replied, an arching eyebrow disappearing under his still-damp hair. “Do you want to shower together now or after, ah, tea time?” inquired Rapunzel. “‘Tea time’, huh?” echoed Eugene, a grin threatening to erupt across his face. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” he teased. Rapunzel playfully slugged him and coyly turned away, saying, “Maybe…” Eugene considered for real this time, “Well, I’ve got to go back out on patrols in three-ish hours so…” he stopped when he saw Rapunzel shaking her head. “...no?” “I’ve instructed Nigel and Max to cancel all of your duties -- and mine -- for the rest of the day. They were only too happy to agree. Apparently, uh, your men have been complaining endlessly to them about how you’ve turned into a complete grouch recently.” Eugene smacked his forehead. “And here I thought I was doing well covering for it.” “Turns out the whole palace knows that despite our best efforts, our new respective duties have pulled us away from one another too much lately. When Faith and Nigel saw what I was wanting to do with the furniture in here…..and how I’d ordered our schedules cleared, welllllll…” “Say no more,” said Eugene, as he set down his empty tea cup and as-yet-untouched cupcake. By the time Rapunzel had turned around to face him again, he had stripped down completely and was now standing next to what was left of his soaking wet clothes. Rapunzel bit back on the giggle she felt, upon seeing how quickly Eugene had availed himself to her, once he learned they could just play the rest of the day. It was just so darn adorable seeing him standing there, buck naked, now sporting his most eager puppy-eyed face. He had clearly missed her even more than she had missed him and thus required zero encouragement. But she was still gonna make this even more fun nonetheless….. Rapunzel donned her doe-eyed sexy face and slowly sauntered up to him, reached around his back, and oh-so-lightly dragged her middle fingertip up Eugene’s spine. The whole time, she still held his gaze. He shivered and his nipples instantly hardened more than they already were. Rapunzel then slowly continued following the line past his spine, just as lightly following the line between his cheeks with her pinky. Eugene inhaled deeply as his adept wife carefully built his anticipation...as well as his erection. He reached out to undress her…..yet she danced out of the way. “Ah, ah,” she admonished playfully, “not yet!” She reached for the table behind him and grabbed the cupcake he’d chosen earlier, again darting out of his considerable reach as he tried to catch her. Rapunzel carefully pulled out the cupcake paper, broke off a small piece of cupcake, and said, “As long as you promise to behave, I’ll share some cupcake with you,” she said coyly. Eugene pretended to pout for a time but Rapunzel held firm, slowly feeding small morsels of cupcake to herself as they spoke, enrapturing him even further. It didn’t take long before Eugene caved again….anything to get her closer to him….. Then Rapunzel fed the cupcake to Eugene and as she did, she “slipped” and smeared some of the pastel frosting across his face. “Oopsie!” she demurred, biting the side of her lip, and blinking her long eyelashes up at him. He smirked…..and suddenly grabbed Rapunzel’s right hand, saying, “Here, let me help you with that,” and proceeded to artfully lick the cupcake-and-icing-coated fingers of her right hand. Eugene carefully started with both tips of her first and second fingers, lightly massaging his tongue back and forth between them, ending with a swirling motion and light suction, and nibbling at the web between her two fingers. It was such a perfect simulation of what he’d done with her on their wedding night that she nearly abandoned her plans right there. But!! She was determined to see this through….in the best way, of course. Eugene stood back, complete with Cheshire grin in all his nude glory, prepared to playfully gloat over how easily he’d caused Rapunzel to lose her composure. “Now,” his wife said, “it’s my turn to assist you,” she insisted, and she abruptly threw her arms around Eugene’s neck. Instantly, he threw out his arms to catch her as she leapt off the floor and would’ve pulled them both to the tile, had it not been for Eugene’s quick reflexes. “Whoa!!” he exclaimed. Now situated right where she’d planned, Rapunzel turned toward Eugene, and proceeded to carefully lick off the icing she’d smeared on his face. “You little cheater!” he exclaimed with delight, and he held her to him even tighter. “Only because,” -lick- “you cheated” -swirly-lick- “first!!” and she gave a sucking-kissy-lick as a finishing flourish. “Just for that, I’m taking your dressing gown, naughty girl,” and before Rapunzel knew it, she was standing in front of him, wearing her adorable blue nighty…..and only the nighty. Eugene had magic hands, in that he could make items of clothing disappear faster than Rapunzel could blink. “So,” he said huskily, “a dressing gown and nighty is all you were wearing when you came to greet me once I came back?” She circled his arms around her. “Yes,” blinked a sloe-eyed Rapunzel, as she had linked hands with Eugene and held their hands behind her back. “That’s…..hot,” he said, unlinking hands with Rapunzel in order to embrace her, that almost-grin hiding behind his eyes. “Actually, it was unsurprisingly cold,” quipped Rapunzel, who was only half-joking. Eugene threw back his head and laughed in spite of himself. “Go ahead, laugh!” Rapunzel said with feigned indignation. “My nipples and pleasure-boat are now half-frozen,” she pouted. “Oh no, tut tut tut,” Eugene clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That simply will not do! We must warm them!” He pointed toward the ceiling, saying, “Corona will never have a frigid queen as long as I’m around!” he declared proudly. Now it was Rapunzel who threw back her head and laughed. Eugene reached down and placed one hand on either side of the hem of Rapunzel’s nighty, looked her in the eyes and said, “May I?” She grabbed his wrists and tugged them upward in reply and quickly the little blue nighty joined their dressing gowns and Eugene’s sopping wet clothing on the floor. At last, they climbed into the epic pillow fort and Rapunzel got to show Eugene just how amazing life could be during inclement weather--as long as you had decent lodgings and even better company. And Eugene got to remind her just how warm and happy her pleasure boat could get, as long as she brought along a personal hot rock….. @s-vnshiine @gleamful-lanterns @eugeneismyqueen @autumn-ravenclaw

#Rapunzel Appreciation Week #Rapunzel & Eugene #tangled fanfiction #one-shot #mega-fluff #sunshine

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writingfandomfeels · 5 years ago

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Bellamy Blake - FWB P1

Summary: You and Bellamy end up friends with benefits

Part 2 Part 3

A/N: Awwww, you guys, this was my first smut :’) No idea how old it is now.

Smut after ~~~

The chatter and loud music that filled the building of the busy bar, enveloped your senses as you finished the last of your fireball and coke.

“Alrigh, the best sex you’ve ever had. Go.” Clarke prompted.

“Lincoln obviously.” Octavia answered.

“Is that just in general or was there a specific time?” You pried, excitedly awaiting the details.

Octavia looked at you for a moment before rolling her eyes and spilling.

“There was this one time, we were hiking, it happened in a cave. Whatever.” She brushed it off and took a drink.

“In a cave…” Raven repeated, mostly to herself, as she stared quizzically at the condensation on her glass.

“That’s going to spark a whole new series of questions.” You laughed. “Next will be weirdest place you’ve done it.”

Clarke nodded in agreement.

“Raven?” You asked.

“Hmm… what?” Raven looked up, startled out of her wandering drunken thoughts. “Oh! Best sex. Umm… well I really, really, should say Finn, but if I’m being completely honest,” Raven started to chuckle, “Bellamy is like a total sex god.” She slurred, still laughing.

“Aaaaand I’m not drunk enough to hear this.” Octavia said, jumping up and leaving for the dance floor.

“You’re kidding!” Clarke switched chairs so she could sit next to Raven now that Octavia had left. “I’m sure this is extremely inappropriate to bring up but quite frankly I’m too hammered right now to care, but I thought Finn was a great lover!”

You tried not to spit out your drink from laughing, not only at Clarke for actually discussing this with Raven, but just for the manner in which Clarke was speaking. It was the most unusual, unexplainable thing. Whenever she’d get wasted a strange australian accent would come out of her. She never understood it either. She also would never remember it since it’d take her quite a few drinks to get her to her australian drunk state. We think it could possibly have something to do with her not wanting to slur her words, so she tries to overcompensate and enunciate her words too much. But of course she’s still drunk so some things come out slurred anyway and it turns into a bit of an Australian accent instead.

“Oh no he was! I’m jus’ saying, the-that the one time, the one time it ever happened, it was preeeeeeetty great.” Raven smirked.

“I didn’t even know you two were ever a thing” You commented.

“Nah, we weren’t.” Raven shook her head. “Well,” She paused, realizing what she’d just confessed didn’t add up with that last statement. She shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong. Bellamy Blake is a beautiful specimen of the male population.” She laughed some more. “But there’s a difference between finding someone attractive and finding yourself attracted to them. For me, I just found him attractive and wanted a distraction from my breakup. That was all.”

You nodded your head understanding exactly what that felt like.

“Anyhoooo.” Clarke said. “Bartender! Can we get another round of shots over here?” she called over the noise.

“Nooooo, no no no. I’ve had-” Raven paused her sentence to hold back a burp, “plenty to drink already.”

“Right, but Y/N hasn’t! And after all, she’s the reason we called for this girls’ night out anyway. Inn’t, right Y/N?”

You smiled, trying your best to have a great night out. Although truth be told, the alcohol was just making you miss your ex more.

“Listen,” Octavia said, suddenly appearing next to you. She leaned on the table in front of you. “He was an asshole, and not worth your time. You deserve much more than what he could give you.”

You thanked her for the advice and took the shot that Clarke had ordered for you. Immediately following the moment that you set the shot glass back down on the table, Octavia grabbed your hand and whisked you away with her onto the dance floor.

***

It was something like 3 am now. You weren’t too sure, nor did you care. It had been agreed upon that you would all take cabs home. But when it came your time to tell the driver where to take you, you found yourself reciting a different address.

Stumbling up the staircase of the small apartment building, you counted off the doors before reaching your destination and greeting it with a sloppy knock on the door.

The door swung open revealing exactly who you’d hoped.

“Y/N? What’s… going on?”

“Heyyyyy Bellamyyyyy” You grinned from ear to ear. “I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I’d pop on by!” You made a silly popping noise to add to your point.

He nodded his head, piecing it all together now. “Tonight was the night you were going out with O and the others.”

“Yeahh!! Oh Bellamy it was so much funnnn!!”

“I’m, sure it was.” He held back a laugh. “Here, come inside.” He opened the door for you and you tried your best to walk normally toward his couch. Based on the fact that your face was suddenly engulfed in the couch pillows, you figured it didn’t go so well.

“Oh. I fell.” You stated.

“Yeah, you seem… pretty drunk.” He went and grabbed a blanket for you. “You should probably stay here for the night.”

“Oh heyyy!!! That reminds me!!! So, so, so, so Raven, right”

“Uh huh?” He said sitting down next to you.

“Raven, yeah, she, she was telling us how like, you’re the best sex she ever had,”

He laughed. “Oh really now?”

“Yeah, and coz like just coz she was just like getting over Finn right, and I just, I was thinking, ya know, that’s brilliant!”

“What’s brilliant?” He asked, amused by your drunken theatrics.

“Welllllll,” you started, “I just went through a breakup too, and it’s been absolute shit and like, I mean, I know that tonight was like, supposed to make me feel better and whatever, and I guess it did, but like, what if we did that too!”

“Did, what, exactly?” Bellamy trailed his sentence, waiting for you to reply. He was pretty sure he knew what you were getting at but he didn’t want to assume anything.

“Sex Bellamy. I’m talking about sex.”

“Ah, well, maybe another night. Right now you really just need rest.” He said, putting his hand so it rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

“I’m serious Bell! Don’t you think I’m sexy? Don’t I look hot tonight?” You said, pulling away from him and gesturing to your body.

He laughed. “Like I said, maybe another night. I’m gonna get you some water now. I want you to drink it and then go to sleep okay?” He said, already in the kitchen now, filling up a glass. “If you really want to still talk about this we can tomorrow. Sound good?” He called from the kitchen.

But by the time he was back with the water, you were already passed out on the couch.

***

The next morning you woke up to a splitting headache. Easily the worst hangover you had ever had. Typically you’re pretty responsible with your drink to water ratio but last night you just let everything go. As the night’s memories came back to you, you opened your eyes recognizing yourself to be on Bellamy’s couch in his apartment. You brought yourself up slowly, following the sound in the kitchen.

“Hey! You’re up!” Bellamy greeted you. “Thought I’d make you some mac and cheese. That’s my go to for a hangover.”

You nod, holding your head. “Thanks.”

“There’s sunglasses on the counter and a pitcher of water in the fridge too.”

“You’re a lifesaver!” You quickly snatched up the sunglasses and put them on. They gave an instant bit of relief to your pounding head. It still hurt but at least the sun didn’t burn as much now.

“So, out of curiosity,” Bellamy said from the stove, still stirring the noodles, “how much of last night do you remember?”

“You mean the part where I threw myself at you very desperate and undignified? Yep… it’s all here. Unfortunately.” You said as your poured the water into a glass.

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t believe I did that. I mean, of course you wouldn’t want to… with me… I mean really, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Hey, I never said I didn’t want to with you.” he interjected. “I just didn’t want to when you’re drunk.”

You paused and drank your water. “So… what are you saying?” You asked hesitantly.

“I’m saying…” he paused too, turned down the burner and redirected his attention to you. “I’m saying that if you did still want that sober, I would be okay with that.”

“Bellamy Blake, are you coming onto me?” You teased.

“Hey, you started it!” He defended.

You nodded and joined him at the stove. “Well are you going to finish it?” You took the spoon he had been stirring the mac and cheese with and put it in your mouth, tasting the cheese sauce on it.

He took the spoon back.

“Or are you just going to finish making the mac and cheese?” You added, looking from him to the cheese that was now boiling inside the pot.

“Screw the mac and cheese.” He said under his breath as he quickly dropped the spoon. Your lips crashed together like waves on a rocky shoreline.

You jumped into his firm arms, wrapping your legs around his torso. He carried you through his apartment to his bedroom, kissing you the whole way.

~~~

He only pulled his lips away from your’s when he softly laid you down onto the bed. Confidently he stood over you, pulling off his grey t-shirt and his pants so that he was just in his boxers. You couldn’t help but stare a bit as you followed his lead and pulled off the top you’d been wearing since the night before as well as the short skirt.

He smirked, noticing you admiring his physique.

“Oh come on, I know you’re checking me out too.” You taunted.

He rolled his eyes and broke from the smug demeanor as his mouth bore a guilty smile.

You watched as he crawled toward you on the bed, placing his body on top of yours. Your heart began to pick up speed as you realized this was actually happening. He took your lips in his again and this time gently bit your bottom lip.

He pulled away, but only for a moment.

“You’re sure about this?” He checked with you again before taking things further.

You pressed your lips to his ear.

“Positive.” You whispered. Gently, you ran your tongue along the edge of his ear, ending with a light tug at his earlobe which left chills running down his spine.

He kissed you again but this time didn’t linger at your lips, instead he left a trail of kisses along your jawline, making his way down to your neck. You hummed softly, enjoying the feeling of him sucking and gently biting on your pulse point. But before you could get used to it, he moved on, continuing to kiss you down your body. He unclasped your bra. He took one of your breasts in his soft hand, massaging it, and brought his mouth to the other, kissing and sucking. After a moment, he trailed kisses down your stomach, now reaching your panties. He grabbed at the lace with his teeth, slowly pulling them off you. Your inner thighs were now graced with his lips, sucking on the area so close to where you were growing increasingly hot. Slowly he moved his mouth closer and closer to where you wanted him to be so desperately.

“Tease.” You accused, feeling slightly embarrassed by how much he’d already turned you on with such little effort.

He met your gaze and cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“Would you rather I cut to the chase?” He asked in a challenging tone.

You quickly regretted saying anything since what he was doing was actually working quite well for you, the slow build. Even if it was making you a little sexually frustrated, it was in a good way. But you also didn’t want to fully admit that to him. He was cocky enough, he didn’t need you to inflate his ego any more than it already had been. So you tried to play it cool.

“No, that’s okay. It’s fine. I could be interested to see where this goes.”

Knowing better than that, Bellamy saw right through your act. Nevertheless he went back at it. With long strokes he licked the outer edge of you, gradually moving inward. His tongue traced patterns along you. You were filled with anticipation when he finally pressed his mouth to your clit, kneading it with his tongue and his lips. You moaned with pleasure. As he continued to work on you, sucking, licking, and swirling his tongue, you felt your toes begin to curl. For a moment he pulled away and you opened your eyes, wondering why he’d stopped. But he hadn’t given up. He pulled away from you a few inches to lightly blow cool air onto your swollen clit. Tingling swept across you as your body reacted to the fun sensation. Instantly he brought his mouth back to it. He continued to move his tongue on you, increasing speed and pressure. Patiently he waited until he found you desperately grabbing at his head, tugging on his brown locks and whimpering through breaths. A wave of warmth washed over your body and you sighed in relief.

He moved so he was now lying next to you on the bed as you caught your breath.

Bellamy pulled a condom out of his side table drawer. You snatched it out of his hand.

“I was going to give you a minute but sure.” He said, surprised by your eagerness.

“Once you get me going, I don’t slow down.” You winked.

Carefully you tore open the small packaging and took it out. You pulled off his boxers and noticed how he pressed his lips together, excitedly watching as you slowly slid the latex down his length. You moved yourself to straddle over his lap and sank down onto him, loving the feeling of fullness inside you. Giving a small flirtatious smile you leaned down and kissed him again. As you pressed your lips against his, your hips mirrored the action and pressed into him too. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and slightly lifted his hips so he could push himself deeper into you. Quickly you gained momentum, like running down a hill. Fingers running up and down your back as you moved yourself backwards and forwards, grinding your most sensitive spot against him. You felt yourself begin to feel weakened and losing control. Sensing this, he moved one hand down to grab at your ass. Guiding you through the motion now, he pulled you to him more intensely. You moaned, enjoying his grip on you. With his other hand, he licked his thumb and began rubbing you.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” you instructed through breaths.

As he picked up speed in both rubbing and pulling you against him, you felt yourself coming more undone by the second. That hill you felt like you were running down got even steeper. And then it completely ended and you found yourself feeling launched off a cliff, falling through the air.

Without giving you time to catch your breath, Bellamy put both hands on your ass and flipped you over, so your back was now resting on the bed. Still inside you, he began thrusting again but from on top. You tried to gain some composure but when he moved his mouth to your neck, biting at the skin as he grunted while thrusting into you, you felt completely lost in bliss. He shifted himself forward so he was hovering less over your chest and more so over your shoulder now. This new angle reached something else in you. It catapulted you from falling through the air into an entirely different realm. You arched your back and cried out involuntarily. Bellamy felt you clenching around him and began to groan as he too felt the release. It was almost as if your body was in such ecstasy it couldn’t take it. It felt as though you had left it all behind, left the room, left the entire world and were floating somewhere above the stars. He kept you suspended in that unimaginable euphoria for what seemed like decades before gently lowering you back down to the ground. Slowly opening your eyes, you turned your head to see Bellamy panting next to you now.

“That was. I. You were. I mean. This was.” You still weren’t quite on the level of forming complete sentences yet.

“Wow, was it really that bad?”

“Fuck you” You said in response to his sarcasm.

“No, I’m pretty sure you did that.” He further joked and you hit his arm.

“Do you smell something?” You asked, confusion crossing over both of your faces.

He paused before panic set into his face.

“The mac and cheese!”

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jawllines · 6 years ago

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vamp harry vamp harry vamp harry but aLSO i saw an anon suggested a super cute update from the tattoo h fic where they get into a fight and yn doesn’t talk to him and h is all sad and pouty bc he just wants a cuddle now and realized he’s wrong and I NEED THAT now pls

YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO POST THE WEDDING BLURB DIDN’T I? I WILL POST IT UNDER THE CUT

“Harry when’s the last time you went to a wedding?”

“1840.” Harry answered without a second thought, frowning down at the carrot he was chopping.

Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to that, no matter how many times he mentions the various years in which he was inhabiting a spot on the planet when Y/N’s grandparents weren’t even a glimmer in their own parent’s eyes. Understandably, this quick response caught her off guard, her brows dipping downward and a gaze overwrought with confusion as she wiggled herself in her spot on the counter, “Whose?”

“Queen Victoria and Prince Albert; I wore a beautiful tailored original flared frock coat -- reckon m’the one who brought it into style, everyone gives Albert the bloody credit -- and my date wore this gorgeous silk satin off the shoulder dress,” he takes a look to her, “Not a real date mind you, her father paid me a lump some of money to take her with me so she could get courted and sadly my little human wasn’t there to accompany me.” He runs his finger down the sides of the blade, swiping off any diced carrot that clung to it down to the cutting board, “Lovely reception, I stole a dance with her.”

Y/N grins, seeing him smiling fondly at the thought of it and she’s positively elated. She’d been rather nervous to bring a wedding up to him -- not because she wanted one herself, no, at least not right now. However, she got a costly parchment paper invitation to her friend Caroline from Sophomore year film studies (one of those where they were really close then, and they simply just fell out of touch apart from a spontaneous conversation every now and again) wedding. She figures because she’d been the person to set them up with limited help from Niall who was more concerned with the fact that he hadn’t lost his virginity at the time so “Why should I help someone else get their dick wet, huh?” But it had worked out well. She always liked their pictures together and felt a small glimmer of pride when she saw that they were still together since she was the matchmaker of the century.

“Welllllll, we were invited to a wedding! Minus the frock coats though,” he slides the carrots from the cutting board into a bowl so he could add it all together and mix it, “Plus, I haven’t gotten to get a new dress for anything in a long while and I’m kinda itching to spend money on something cute.”

Harry turns to face her, that permanent furrow planted deep in his brow, “I bloody hate weddings.” He stated plainly and Y/N’s face warps to match his own.

“What?” She nearly cries out, “But you just said --”

“There’s a reason the last wedding I went to was 1840, Little human.” He shakes his head, moving to chopped carrots to the broccoli, diced onions, ginger root, halved green beans, ginger root and garlic; he was making her a Ginger Veggie Stir-fry (he’s still very much pro-health considering the turmoil he puts her body through when he drinks from her, and she had a particularly shitty dinner of ordered in greasy, cheese pizza the night prior considering Harry had been working late and those are her only cheat days) and he was being quite diligent. It was the first time he was making it so it was probably a bad idea springing this on him while he was in his chef state of mind (because nothing matters as much as his dishes when he’s cooking). “The ceremonies are long and drawn out, the vows are contrived, you’re expected to stay for the reception and dance and eat the disgusting excuse for a mass produced dinner.” He shakes his head, the thought of it absurd in his mind, “Human weddings are meaningless; they divorce just as quick as they enter them most of the time. All that time and money wasted for what? A piece of paper? It’d made me irate before but now that I know what true love is with you, it only makes me angrier that they try to prove their love with that.”

Though his last statement had brought her cheeks warm and rendered her heart a bit mushy, she could feel herself deflate immensely. She couldn’t force him to an event that he didn’t want to attend -- he never made her accompany him to the two hour long meetings he was often stuck in, how could she make him come with her? It was long and albeit beautiful, the ceremony was rather boring, and the receptions could either be really fun or terrible, and the wedding cake -- god, you have to pray that they didn’t spend hundreds on something that tasted grocery store quality at best. But she hadn’t been to one in so long and there was some part of her that secretly loved them, even if she didn’t technically participate as anything but a face for the bridesmaid’s to look out at when they were trying to keep their mind off their cramping feet. She supposes that she could go with her friends or tag along with Niall and his date, but neither would be as fun as she thinks it would be with Harry, no matter his grumpy nature.

“Regardless of my distaste for them, I will attend with you,” he adds a few moments after his initial tirade and Y/N looks up, a new light in her step when she realizes he is looking at her, “I’m interested in how they have changed over time, and I don’t like when you look disheartened by something I’ve said. Wipe that sad little pout of your mouth my love.”

She sucks her bottom lip back into her mouth, biting down on a smile, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though -- don’t want to force you into it.”

Harry pauses his cooking, walking towards where she sits on the counter and parting her legs for him to fit between, hands remaining on her thighs, “Would going to this wedding make you happy?” He inquires and when she nods, he strokes her skin with his thumbs, the metal of his rings coaxing goosebumps to the surface, “Then I will go. Little human, if you are happy, I am happy, however I do request you let me feed from the tender flesh of your thigh as my repayment for enduring such an interminable proclamation of human love. And that you do not make me dance.”

Y/N agrees to both happily, grinning wide and slipping her arms around his neck, peppering kisses onto his cheeks in rapid succession, “You can suck me dry through my thighs if you want to! And no dance floor shenanigans, promise.”

She had her fingers crossed around his head though -- she could get him on the dancefloor she bets.

Harry allows her kisses before puckering his own lips, and Y/N pushes their mouths together. It only lasts but a moment though, because Harry slips from her hold and pats on her thighs, “Now get off the counter, I need the space for the rest of the food.”

. . .

The day of the wedding, Y/N woke up at 7AM to an already showered and partially dressed Harry fixing up the buttons on his white blouse. Perhaps she was a bit melodramatic, since the wedding didn’t start until 10AM and they were maybe just a half hour away from the venue, but she scrambled from the bed. “Why didn’t you wake me?” She had cried out, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes and detangle from the cotton sheets spread over her bed, “We’re g’na be late!”

“You told me not to wake you until 7:05.” He had reminded her, “I woke early so that you would have ample space and time in the shower.”

She pauses on her way to the bathroom because she remembers this very distantly and the fact that he had woken earlier than needed to get ready himself, makes her reroute to where he stood in front of her mirror. Kissed him quickly, murmured a quick, “Thank you, love you,” as her apology for panicking, before she scattered to back to the bathroom. In a haste she showers, shaves, lotions up, washes her face, brushes her teeth, and does her hair in the course of forty minutes. She walks out of her bathroom to be met with Harry taking her dress from where it hung freshly pressed on the door (he’d insisted on it, even if it was just a floaty floral number), holding it until she could pull up a pair of underwear on and wrestle with a bra.

“Slow down,” he commands gently when she rushes to grab the dress from him, holding it just out of her reach, “We have plenty time, Little human, we’re not the ones getting married.”

Which -- well, that was true, she supposes. Something about having an event to go to makes her a little jittery, moving too quickly and rushing; it’s like homecoming and prom all over again, only this time she had a vampire boyfriend who was incredible at handling stressful moments, carefully helping her into her dress. He took a glittery necklace he’d bought her from her jewelry dish atop of her dresser, and slid it around her throat and clipped the two ends together. A vampire boyfriend who also sweetly reminded her to take her iron supplement because, “Tonight, m’getting between those thighs lovely.”

The drive was alright; there was some traffic and she’d been worried when she saw how backed up the highway had been, but they got there forty minutes before the ceremony and secured a spot near the front where Niall had saved them seats. Harry entertained her with stories of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, and also trying to act as human-like as he can when they have any sort of interaction with the people around them. Like when Y/N spots another old friend (Adaline) sat in front of them and they begin chatting, catching up some at where they were in life, and who the men sitting beside them were. She’d made the comment, “What do you guys think of the venue? It’s lovely.”

Harry had answered unprompted, as he hadn’t really spoken much in their conversation other than, “It isn’t St. James Palace, but I suppose it’s fine. Hope she can stand up to the likes of Queen Victoria.”

Y/N’s eyes had widened, a dribble of panic slipping down her spine because she wasn’t ready to give the fake “he reads history books in his free time” explanation that he’d given Niall over Harry’s outlandish comments, but she doesn’t have to. Adaline only laughs, shaking her head and pointed her finger at Y/N, “Course you would find someone with the same sense of humor as you, lucky dog. Adam can never tell when m’joking or not.”

She has to pretend that she isn’t concerned that her joking sounds like Harry’s very serious tone but merely patted Harry’s thigh, giving it a loving squeeze, and when she looks to him he is smiling to himself. He rather enjoyed when people found him funny, and what he enjoyed even more, was Y/N trying to dig their way out of a ditch he’d begun digging them.

The ceremony was beautiful; Caroline looked stunning in her dress, a proper gown embellished with beading and lace appliques fitted to her torso and fanning out into the longest train Y/N doesn’t think she’s seen in real life before. Harry held her hand during the duration of it and swipes away the tear that had beaded to her eye when they began reading their vows and the groom got choked up. Even pulled her close to him, and despite his previous adversity to weddings, this one seemed to be getting him a bit mushy himself. She reckons if they hadn’t been in public, he would have purred for her as he’s so fond of doing when he’s feeling immense love for her.

Her reception was in the same building, so they only had to go a floor up to enter it. She met up with Niall and a few of their mutual friends, got to gush to Caroline about how beautiful the wedding was and how incredible she looked, and kept Harry at her side. He spoke when he was spoken to but otherwise he was quiet and when he’d ventured off to get them more champagne, Gina -- who also shared film studies with them -- leaned in, “He’s giving me strong Edward Cullen vibes, babe -- he moves, you move, silent probably broody type, definitely gorgeous,” she laughed as she continued, “Is he a vampire or something?”

Y/N’s blood ran cold when she forced a laugh, shaking her head letting a lie slip easily from her tongue, “No, no, just shy is all. He’s a bit of a writer so he likes observing people -- can characterize them better.”

Niall snorts, taking a drink from his flute, “Shy until someone challenges his history knowledge, that’s for sure -- grade A smart lad has a damn book of information as a brain.”

Before they could say anymore, Harry reappeared with her drink, “They’re attacking the cake like vultures to a carcass, I think I may need to break an old woman’s finger to get a slice. Would you like one?”

She’d tricked him into dancing as well, locking their fingers and dragging him out to the floor in the middle, “You promised!” He protested but Y/N had already started moving side to side a little dramatically to get him to smile past his frown.

“Had my fingers crossed!” She let him know delightedly and after some coaxing and the whispered promise that she would throat him later (weddings made her all sorts of soppy and soft, which in turn made her an eensy bit greedy for Harry, and being greedy is simultaneous with cuddly and horny), she got him moving at least a little. She’d coached him through the Cha Cha Slide, had improvised a dance to Papa Loves Mambo, and serenaded him with a lovely rendition of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. By the time the bride threw her bouquet (which Niall’s date had caught, Niall’s eyes widened comically, and Y/N decides then she’s going to tease his ass to shreds about it), Y/N was feeling the full effect of her champagne and Harry was gaining a contact high from her giddiness. Even the slow songs were nice, as Harry showed her how it’s done exactly (because she’d never been arsed to learn herself), and pulled out some moves that he remarked Queen Victoria would have blushed at (“Times were simpler then, my Love”).

The whole night was so enjoyable and fun and by the time that it was through, she doesn’t think either of them wanted to leave. “We should start crashing weddings,” Y/N had decided on their chilly walk back to the car around , just as Harry revealed a plate with another plate over the top of it that he’d been covering with his coat, “What’s that then?”

“I stole you cake,” he answered, taking off the top plate and showing the five slices that had been hidden, “You enjoyed it thoroughly and they were just going to throw it away but wouldn’t let me take the entire thing, so I took as many as would fit.”

Y/N might have never been more in love with him than she was in that moment.

On their way back, as they both cooled down from the excitement of the reception and Harry was navigating the post wedding traffic while Y/N nursed the stolen cakes in her hand, they were relatively quiet. Harry was worrying his lip between his teeth like he was thinking on something, and Y/N was too worn out to bother him about it until he opened up as she usually does. Though he told her soon enough, once they finally pulled off on the exit that would take them back home.

“I enjoyed that much more than I thought I would,” he told her truthfully and she smiled.

“Good.”

“I would enjoy if we had a big party,” he continued, and Y/N’s once drooping eyes shoot open, “Much like a wedding but without the ceremony, that was a bore. But a big party and we will invite many people and celebrate our love for one another. Would you be interested in that?”

Y/N’s soppy soft heart only gets soppier as she nods, reaching over so their hands locked where his rested on the middle console.

“I’d love that.”

. . .

Once Harry and Y/N made it home, Y/N had taken what she believed to be a very well deserved nap in the passenger side, only waking to the gentle brush of his fingers to her cheek once they were parked, “Oh, sweet thing,” he’d hummed, “We’re home.” Harry was the best for waking people up, Y/N had decided long ago, because he’s nothing but sweet murmurs and soft caresses. When Niall woke her up in the mornings it was a plethora of pillow hitting and purported threats in the form of I swear to god, you little demon, I’ll write a love letter from you and give it to Professor Rollins. It was jarring and she was far undeserving of it (she only ever hit him will a pillow once and it was because he was already thirty minutes late) when she always wakes people up with careful shakes and promises of breakfast.

Harry is much sweeter towards her, coaxing her from her slumber with soft touches, peppered kisses against her cheek, murmuring pleasant words into her ear and nibbling at the lobe. It brings shivers down her spine and tickles goosebumps up her arms, to where she’s blinking her eyes open slow, adjusting to the light of the room and snuggling deeper into him. If it were a morning she had things to do, Harry would only appease her for a moment with back rubs and cuddles, “Wake up, little human,” he hummed sweetly, and when she replied she didn’t want to, he would assure her that as soon as she returned home they could nap together (which means Y/N will snore in his ear while Harry did whatever he did when she was sleeping and he wasn’t). If she had nothing to do, he would let her sleep in some but would tempt her with breakfast and smoothies.

So when she is reluctant to remove herself from the car, he’s as tender as he always is. Titters something she can’t quite make out before walking over to her side, reaching over to unbuckle her, before gathering her up in his arms. “Your species is such a sleep bunch,” he had commented, “Or maybe it's just my little human who is so tired?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, dipping her face into the column of his throat only then realising that he was carrying the cake plate with the hand of the arm tucked beneath her knees, “Still ready for you stuff me full of that big, thick —“ she begins to tease him but he cuts her off with a small pinch to her bum.

“Careful what you wish for, sweet thing,” he responded, not concerned in the slightest, “Haven’t been inside you for a while, might just split you in half.” He unlocks the door swiftly, twisting the knob and pushing it open, noticeably biting down on the inside of his lip when he feels Y/N shudder and nestle into him closer. She would very much like that, she decides, but she doesn’t think he will. One thing she had learned from him is that if he’s going to feed from her while and/or before they have sex, he prepares far before. The dinner he has is rich and full of nutrients, it’s not normally around a time in which she’s stressed, and it’s only if he’s sure she’s not too exhausted. Two of the three weren’t happening and she could feel from his grip that he was intending to feed from her as soon as they settle.

It’d been a while since he had fed from her; a few weeks at the very least. He didn’t enjoy doing it when she had finals to worry about so he had appeared to be pretty opposed to the fact, even though she continuously told him that it would be just fine if he did. So she knew he was starving -- parched for it -- and the tender flesh of the inside of her thighs, where the blood ran warm and his nose was tucked near another place he loved to frequent, she knew would be a treat after such a long period of wait.

Harry was brisk in his movements, setting the cake he’d taken down on the coffee table and almost immediately whisking her off to their bed. His pupils were blown a telling black that suggested his hungered state; it’s moments like this -- as he’s setting her down atop of the mattress, pushing the soft fabric of the dress up so it floated and fluttered around her hips with albeit precise coordination, eagerly -- that she remembers what he is. Not that him drinking her blood wasn’t its own telling indicator, but she often forgets that he is truly a whole different part of this world, one that nobody is quite aware of.

This should scare her. The way he pushes her thighs apart and settles happily in between, the dark of his eyes overshadowing the usual foamy, light green that they regularly were -- it should make her heart race out of fear that he might take it too far. Drain her of every ounce of blood until he’s satiated and full.

But she isn’t -- not in the slightest, because not only is he pushing sweet kisses to the skin and wrapping his arms around each thigh like a hug, he’s looking up at her like she had given him a star. Like she had single handedly flown to space, plucked one from the sky, and held it out for him to have and to hold. “Remember to tell me if it gets to be too much,” he reminds her as he always does, before he presses his nose to the skin and breathes in deep. His shoulders roll backward once as he nestles closer, his tongue dipping from his mouth to lick a stripe where he would bite as he always does. Goosebumps tickle up and down her arms and legs, her center giving a pulse in interest at the proximity in which he’s near her. It’s too much and not enough all at once, bristling beneath his attention, impatience and excitement fizzling through her veins as she awaits the first bit of pain.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it. The way the point of his teeth slides into her skin, two pricks much like a shot that she still flinches from. Harry notices her discomfort, using one of his hands to reach up towards her, slotting their fingers together with a soft squeeze as he latches his mouth around the point he’d chosen. He begins to suck from her, such an odd sensation that’s both terribly disconcerting and arousing all at once. A moan threatens at the back of her throat but she swallows it down in favor of hearing his own happy hum against her. Though he normally lacks color, the addition of blood into his system always tints his cheeks a rosy pink at first, and the way he holds onto her tighter, suckles sensually, and revels in the sweetness of the taste makes her tremble.

Y/N doesn’t start getting light headed until two to four minutes in and Harry can always tell -- parting from her with a soft, wet smack, lulling his tongue over the flesh he’d just been feeding from. This time instead of peeling back immediately as he usually does, he scoots forward and pulls the fabric of her panties to the side. Once again he breathes in deep, only this time he is slicking the broad of his tongue up from her hole up to her swollen clit, suckling it into his mouth. This time she is unable to keep her moan quiet, weakened thighs attempting to shut around his head, as he continues to lap at her petals.

“Harry,” she gasps, her back arching, her hips rolling up against his tongue where the clit slicks and slides around the swollen button, moving it side to side beneath, “Please, please don’t stop I --” her legs are shaking much more than she was expecting, reaching down with the hand that he wasn’t holding to burrow in his hair. The mix of spit and her juices was deliciously inviting, wet, messy and warm. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the telling sign of an orgasm zipping up from the tips of her curled toes, and the light of it wraps around her thigh, around her hips, up through her torso and fanning out down towards her fingers and to the tips of each strand of hair atop her head.

He reaches down towards his cock, wiggling down the slick trousers so they bunch around his thighs as he slips his fingers around the stiff shaft and begins to twist and tug, only serving to make her moan even more against her. Her chest heaves with each breath, biting down on the inside of her cheek when he prods his tongue at her hole, licking inside her, slurping and drinking her up like he’d been born to do it. Almost like he’d been waiting for it since she’d promised him a bite of her thighs in exchange to go to the wedding. The sheer avidness and passion, how he takes hold of her clit between his lips, sucking hard and fast.

He encourages her with his gaze alone, nodding his head, a soft, “Mhm,” against her that had her insides undulating, and like a bubble of water that swells beneath immense pressure, it pops around her in a blinding wave of light. She cums on his mouth, shaking like a leaf -- a very well satisfied leaf -- as Harry licks and sucks and works her through it. Brings her back down from the clouds with soft, sweet kisses up her thighs, to the junction of her leg and hip, pushing kisses to her stomach, and skipping where her dress was still covering her to her mouth. When he kisses her he slips his tongue into her mouth so that he can taste her, nipping, and suckling at her lips before rubbing the tips of their noses together.

Harry pecks another kiss to her mouth before murmuring, “We ran out of cranberry juice this morning,” but before she could act even the tiniest bit elated, he continues, “Thank goodness I have a whole new case of it in my trunk.”

“Harry,” she pouts, but he reaches up and plucks at her bottom lip.

“Put that away,” he tuts his tongue, “If you drink it all, maybe I’ll get you off again, hmm?”

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emotionally-imbruised · 6 years ago

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I’ve been thinking non-stop about gemma and y/n not knowing what to talk about now that y/n is dating harry because like they’re best friends and y/n wants to spill about the amazing sex she’s having omg ail is amazing and I’m so happy it’s getting the recognition it deserves

I love you??? Thank you so much hun wow. And ok, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either, and with all the hontent we received the weekend of the hall of fame induction??? It just turned into this whole thing lol, enjoy. (Ok so this turned out way more dramatic than I anticipated initially but oh welllllll.)

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“Gem?”

Your best friend doesn’t look up as you speak but instead continues to type away on her phone, not realizing you had said anything at all. After she sends the message she was so focused on, she finally glances up and jumps slightly when she sees you staring back at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“What’re you and Michal going off about now, hmm?” You ask jokingly as you glance down at her phone to see a conversation open with her boyfriend’s name at the top of it.

“Talking about you actually,” she replies with a smirk before taking a sip of her steaming coffee — winking as she does so, knowing it’ll get a rise out of you.

“Only good things I hope.”

“Mmm, maybe. Maybe not.” The two of you both let out a small laugh as she sets her mug back down and soon lets an awkward silence seemingly inflate the space between the two you.

This coffee date with Gemma has been… odd, to say the least. You flew to London from LA yesterday (Sunday) evening to begin your week-long stay in the UK for a quick little vacation from work and went out of your way to make sure that a good chunk of your time here was spent with your best friend; which naturally, she agreed to. The two of you are now currently sat in the small cafe across the street from your hotel, finally catching up, seeing as you hadn’t seen each other since when she was in LA last and well… everyone knows how that was slightly disastrous.

Having your best friend walk in on you, making out with her brother was one thing you never thought you’d experience ever, but alas, that’s precisely what happened. You hated everything about the situation (minus the finally being able to kiss Harry part) because you knew it put Gemma in an awkward place and were just very unsure of what to do next. A huge weight seemed to be lifted from your chest when she eventually came around and said she was ok with you and Harry pursuing whatever it was going on between the two of you.

However, this is the first time the two of you have been in the same place since then, and she’s been acting a little strange. Gemma’s barely said a word to you other than the initial catching up, and if there’s one thing you know about your best friend, it’s how to tell when something is bothering her — especially if whatever it is bugging her has something to do with people she cares about.

After another moment of observing her, you finally decide to ask her about it. “Hey, is everything ok?”

“Oh, uh yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” She shakes her head slightly, and it’s clear that your question caught her off guard, but you don’t let that stop you.

“You’ve just been oddly quiet. Usually, when we get the chance to meet up after a long period, it’s nearly impossible to shut either of us up… we’ve barely said anything to each other, G. Is something on your mind?”

“I… I guess I just don’t know what to talk to you about anymore,” she responds and averts her gaze from you completely.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask in a slightly defensive tone. “You know we can talk to each other about anything.”

“Can we though? Because ever since you started messing around with my brother, that hasn’t really been the case.”

And there it is. You had a feeling this might’ve been what was bugging her, but you still weren’t able to prepare yourself for the sting you felt as the words left her mouth to confirm this theory. “I-I don’t know what you want me to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she states firmly and takes another sip of her coffee. “M’just letting you know how I feel, cause… I don’t know, it just hasn’t been the same since, well you know. We used to be able to share everything before a couple of months ago, now it’s just weird.”

“Weird? Gemma, I literally avoided Harry for two weeks after telling him how I felt out of fear that this would happen. Weird is a damn understatement when it comes to all of this, but the one thing I thought would’ve stayed consistent out of all that was our friendship. Nothing has changed, ok? I’m still me.”

“Everything has changed Y/N, how do you not see that?” The eldest Styles sibling begins, and you feel a slight sense of aggravation bubble within you at her tone. “You’re not just my best friend anymore; you’re also my brother’s girlfriend, or fuck buddy, or whatever it is the two of you call it because, hell I don’t know.”

“Is that why you’re mad? Because I haven’t gone into details about my sex or personal life as of late?” You ask incredulously and watch as she lets out a loud huff. “Honestly didn’t think you’d want to hear about that kind of thing anymore.”

“Ew no, I would never want to hear anything regarding that when my brother is involved,” she defends with a scrunched-up nose. “But Y/N, this is what I’m trying to say! We used to talk about this kind of thing completely unfazed because that’s what friends do. I just, feel like I’m losing my best friend. And it just so happens to be to Harry of all people.”

“You’re not losing me to anyone G. I know this is still so weird, and I’m still getting used to it all too, but Harry makes me really happy. The happiest I’ve been in a long time with any relationship I’ve developed because fuck, a lot of people I’ve associated with are awful. Harry is not one of those people, and he treats me really well. As my best friend, I thought you’d want that for me.”

“Of course I want that for you, you’re crazy to think otherwise. I want that for Harry too, but I haven’t quite adjusted to the thought of the two of you being that for each other. Does that make any sense?”

“Nope… Can honestly say I’m still pretty lost actually,” you respond with an unconvincing chuckle and try to ignore the fact that you can feel your eyes beginning to water out of frustration. “I mean, i-is this your way of saying you don’t want me and Harry to be together?”

“Y/N I-.”

You watch your best friend open and close her mouth a few times without finishing her sentence, making it apparent just how much she’s considering her words before she says them. A moment passes, and the awkward silence unsurprisingly resumes again. Gemma lets out a sigh of defeat, and you can’t help the scoff that leaves your mouth as you reach up to wipe away the stray tear that uncooperatively decided to escape from your eye. “That’s exactly what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?”

“I’m not even sure if that’s what I’m trying to say yet.” She replies, causing you to look at her questionably. “I’m definitely not the biggest fan of what the two of you have going on, mainly because I’m not used to it. But I’d never ask you to choose between him or me. No, I can’t do that to you or my brother, I just… almost wish it didn’t happen to begin with if m’being honest.”

This time it’s your turn to let out a sigh of defeat as you shake your head, and blink back more of the tears you feel are threatening to escape. This is exactly what you tried to avoid back in December when this whole thing with you and Harry started. Every bit of you wishes Gemma would’ve said something then about how she felt about the situation because this exact conversation could have been prevented. With how she handled everything that happened in LA, you genuinely thought she was ok with you and Harry possibly being more than just friends — but clearly, that was misinterpreted, and you have one question racing through your mind because of it; what changed her mind?

You like to think of yourself as someone Gemma would consider good enough to date her brother, someone she’d trust enough to never intentionally hurt him. Which you feel that you are as well, but with how she’s acting right now; maybe that isn’t the case, and that thought hurts a lot to even just consider.

Unsure of what to do next, you advert your gaze from hers and decide to do what you do best — plan an escape route. “Right. I uh, I think I’m going to go back to the hotel.”

“What? No,” she starts and stands up from the table at the same time you do. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you. I know it probably doesn’t seem like that because of how I’ve handled everything, but I honestly didn’t, and I’m sorry. I just wanted to let you know what I was feeling, please sit down so we can talk about this.”

“I need to think some things over before I have this conversation with you Gem, so I am going to leave. I uh, I’ll see you on Thursday when we get lunch with your mum.” And with that, you gather up your things before making your exit; not saying another word or bothering to give her one last glance, despite the holes you feel her gaze is burning into your back as you go.

That evening, you’re sat in the king-sized bed in the hotel room you awkwardly had to ask reception desk to book for a few more days as you figured everything out. Originally you were only supposed to stay in the hotel for just your first night in London and spend the next few nights of your stay with Harry at his apartment before he left for New York City that Thursday for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony. With Harry having plans to only be in NYC for two nights before coming back to the UK, you were going to stay with Gemma before going back to Harry’s once he returned home for the remainder of your trip. But now that’s all changed because of your stupid overthinking mind and everything else that has happened today.

You’ve yet to see Harry at all since arriving here from LA, and that alone is making everything so much more difficult. He made the trip to Holmes Chapel this past weekend for a visit with some friends and just so happened to be getting ready for his drive back to London when you called him saying you wouldn’t be at his apartment when he got home. You didn’t go into details about your coffee date with Gemma, just explained how you needed to think some things over without stating what those things were; which left him even more confused. When he started pressing for more information, you panicked and ended up cutting the conversation short by saying there was poor reception in the hotel and accidentally losing cell service before he could protest.

Flash forward to the present time, and you now feel like absolute garbage about it all. You’re still unsure of what to with the whole situation you’ve created for yourself and frankly, you really just don’t want to tonight.

A small buzz from your phone goes off from under one of the many pillows on the bed to indicate another new notification from probably either Harry or Gemma, but you continue to ignore it as you let out a breath and take in your surroundings. Sprawled out around you are an open bag of potato chips and a couple chocolate bar wrappers. The half-full bottle of wine you bought earlier remains perched in easy reach on the nightstand, and finally, about seven tissues you used to wipe away your tears as you watched the final few episodes for season 2 of Grey’s Anatomy stay scattered all over the place. A girl is allowed to eat her feelings ok, and if your current setting doesn’t flawlessly display what someone who is ‘going through it looks like, you really don’t know what else will.

Your phone buzzes again as your gaze falls back to your laptop that has displayed the darkened screen asking if you’re still watching for the past few minutes now and gasp when you see your reflection. The messy bun your hair was thrown up into earlier has come loose and is now flopped to the side of your head, your eyes are noticeably puffy looking, and mascara streaks stain your now very rosy cheeks. You look like a hot mess, to say the least, but you really don’t care at this point.

After a moment, you make the executive decision that maybe you should go have a nice warm shower to recollect your so obviously clouded mind before perhaps deciding to not be a coward and actually respond to Harry. Ok, maybe not Harry, but at least Gemma. Harry will just divert your attention from thinking this whole thing through and figuring out what will be best for everyone, even if that consists of breaking someone’s heart; which you undoubtedly feel will end up being your own.

Once you’re all situated in the washroom and are about to start running the water so you can allow it to warm up, a knock sounds from out in the room. It catches you off guard momentarily, and you find yourself frozen and waiting to see if whoever is there will knock again. When they do knock for the second time, you quickly look to your naked reflection in the mirror before scrambling back into the room so you can change before answering the door. “Uh, just a second!”

“Y/N, can you let me in please?” Harry’s voice booms from out in the hall sounding rather desperate, which causes you to freeze in your tracks.

“H?”

“Yes, now would you open the door?”

With a quick shake of your head at his unexpected visit, you look over your shoulder at the fluffy towers folded up on a shelf in the washroom and make a quick dash to grab one so you can wrap it around your body before going back to answer the door. “Hey, what’re-?”

“Y/N, what the hell?” Harry stresses as he barges into the hotel room and immediately starts pacing; running a hand through his growing curls as he goes. “I’ve spent well over the last three hours trying to get a hold of you after you hung up on me for no reason thinking that something happened, or that you had someone here and this was your way of ending things with me or… or-.”

“Woah, hey, look at me, ok?” You start as you shut the door and reach out to grip onto his arms, so he stays in place; making sure to tighten your armpits, so the towel doesn’t fall loose. “I’m right here, alone, without a scratch on me. I’ve been watching Grey’s Anatomy and eating my feelings if you really want to know what I was doing.”

“Without me?” He scoffs and earns a chuckle from you. “What’s with the towel?”

“I was about to have a shower,” you reply, causing a pout to form on his lips at the thought of you not including him in that either. “See, you’ve got nothing to be so worked up about.”

“Sorry. Kind of an initial reaction when my girlfriend, who I haven’t seen in quite a while calls me saying I won’t get to see her out of nowhere.”

You can feel him relax under your touch and can’t help but just continue staring at him in awe without being able to respond, even as he snakes an arm around your waist to pull you against him. “Girlfriend?”

“Well… yeah,” he says as a slight blush starts tinging his cheeks, and a stupid smile stretches across your mouth. “Been calling you that for a while now to all m’friends. They think I’m pretty whipped, starting to think I might be too.”

Without another word, he leans down to connect his lips with yours, which you instinctively respond to; allowing the ache and craving you’ve felt for him during your time apart to take over as logic screams at you to not. He gently pushes you backwards until your back hits the door, before finally letting his hands roam around your body completely. As he does this, you can feel the towel beginning to slip and just as it hits the point of almost showing off everything you’ve got, you come back to your senses.

“Little impatient and touchy, yeah?” You mutter against his lips and use your hands to reposition the towel.

“When it comes to you? Always.” He responds before placing a final peck to your already swelling mouth and leaning back a little bit. His right-hand drops from where it’s placed on your hip and uses moves it to lean against the door as he continues to look down at you intensely. “You gonna tell me what that phone call was about, love? Or am I going to have to guess?”

“I-,” you begin, but stop as you try to think of what to even say. “I don’t even know H, I’m so confused.”

“Ok, well why don’t you start off by telling me what happened today then, yeah?” There’s no point in protesting, so with a simple nod, you allow Harry to lead you back over to the bed and tell him about everything that happened with Gemma.

Once you’re done telling him everything that’s happened today, he remains silent and seems to be avoiding your gaze. “Harry?”

“So that’s what you meant by needing to think things over,” he states and keeps his eyes adverted from yours. You don’t answer, but rather just nod your head; which results in him finally looking at you. “What is there to think about Y/N?”

“What- did you not listen to anything I just told you?”

“Yes, I did. Quite thoroughly actually, and the only problem I see is one you’re making bub. Gemma is an adult. She’s my sister, and I value her opinion, but she does not get to say who I can and can’t have a relationship with. I also can’t help but think that there was probably some miscommunication and the two of you let this be blown out of proportion rather than actually talking it out like you both tend to do.”

It catches you off guard just how well he really does know your friendship with his sister, but that doesn’t prevent the scoff that still leaves your mouth in defense. “It’s really not that easy, Harry.”

“Yes, it is!” He argues right back, and you start feeling a little annoyed by his stubbornness.

“I don’t want to lose my best friend, Harry!”

“Who says you’re losing anyone? Y/N, if what you want is to be with me… that’s all there is to it.”

“I’m not sure what I want, alright! Maybe all I really want is space!” A small gasp follows your words as soon as they leave your mouth, and the two of you are left in silent shock. You regret your words immediately and wish you could take them back because that is the last thing you want, especially when it comes to Harry. “H, I-.”

A small defeated sigh leaves his mouth and cuts you off before you can continue, causing a slight ache to form in your chest as he looks at you with hurt written across his features. You watch as he closes his and takes a deep breath before slowly standing up from the mattress. “Ok. If space is what you want, I’ll be on my way.”

“Harry, I didn’t mean that. I just-.”

“You’re confused.” He finishes for you, and you feel tears beginning to prick at your eyes again. “I am too right now. Maybe this whole space thing is actually what we both need.”

“No, I-I wasn’t thinking. Harry, I didn’t want to hurt you, I’m still trying to figure everything out when it comes to us. I, I wish I knew the right thing to say right now.”

“Me too,” he responds and looks away from you to the door. “Didn’t think there was anything to ‘figure’ anything out when it came to us, but I’ll leave you to it. Give me a call when you find out what it is you do want Y/N because clearly, this isn’t it.”

He doesn’t say anything else as he makes the few steps across the room to the door and opens it. The tears are fully streaming down your face as he looks back at you with an unreadable expression, and silently turns on his heel before disappearing back out into the hallway; leaving you a trembling, sobbing mess with what’s left of the broken heart he didn’t take with him when he walked out that door.

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A Look Back At My Time in Japan! Chapter 2

Welllllll it looks like it’s been a while since I last posted again...but I have an excuse! I was preparing for a pretty big interview and getting ready to make a trip back to Canada. Maybe you’ve heard of the JET programme and maybe you haven’t but I had an interview for that earlier this month and so it took up a lot of my headspace, I’ll be posting more about it once I hear my results in a month or so but I hope to not have too much of a gap anymore in between posts! Also, a mutual friend of both mine and the bf is coming to stay this weekend from Germany so I’m very excited about that and will hopefully have chapter 3 up afterward.

I said before that this will probably be a 4 part blog but you know I really just have so much to say on my experience and can hopefully provide some insight to any people looking to go on exchange to Japan in the future! Or go on exchange in general since my UK exchange story will be coming after this one! So much happened though that this may just end up being a 6 parter xD, ahh it really would have been great if I wrote what happened at the time. Well, I hope you enjoy reading about Japan through my eyes! I’ve also decided to go with naming these chapters since unlike my UK road trip blog, I’m writing this 4 years after the fact so it feels more like I’m telling a story than giving a week by week account on what I experienced. Anyway, last change to my blog! Promise!

Without further ado!

First Month on Exchange: April

I forgot to mention! At the end of chapter 1 was when I arrived in Nagasaki for the first time and earlier in the day before my homestay mother arrived to pick me up, all of the exchange students were made to sit a placement exam to determine their level of Japanese and which class they were to be placed into. Since I had barely slept the night prior and wasn’t really reviewing my textbooks until the last minute, I was only placed in Japanese 3 (they work up from 1) which was good enough for the level that I was at, at the time but if I had reviewed like I had wanted to instead of being lazy then I might have made it to Japanese level 4...but well, we’ll never know and I’m really just giving myself a hard time since I take learning languages, especially Japanese, and being a linguist super seriously. I’m a major procrastinator so of course, I put off reviewing until the last moment but I should be proud of myself for getting there and I made some really good friends that I’m still in touch with from being placed in Japanese 3.

The day after arriving was a whirlwind! I felt like I could tackle anything and was so full of energy! I took my homestay mother up on her offer to drive me to the opening ceremony that was the day after I arrived in Nagasaki which was meant to welcome all the new exchange students and the first-year Japanese students. It was a rainy day but I was full of anticipation. I wore my best outfit that I had brought along with me and had high hopes. It was a really interesting experience as we never do opening ceremonies or anything of the sort for new university students in Canada. There are normally just fairs and maybe freebies up for grabs. My homestay mother only stayed for a small part of it and then left but it was short enough anyway so I didn’t mind. We were then shipped off to the university campus as the ceremony wasn’t actually at the school and then made to attend a sort of self-introduction and general information class where we each said a little something about ourselves and were able to ask any questions about what our life was going to be like for the next four months. I quickly seemed to grab the attention of a small Vietnamese-American who we’ll call TC. She was very bright and friendly and immediately asked if we could be friends because I said that I love to travel in my self-introduction and I seemed interesting whereas no one else did (probably should have taken this as a slight red flag but I felt flattered so whatever). We pretty quickly buddied up and spent a lot of time together thereafter.

The next day was a Saturday and from the looks of my Google timeline, I mostly just walked around and explored my new neighbourhood the whole time and got to know my homestay family. Although Saturday morning was special because my homestay family took me up to Tateyama to go have a picnic next to the cherry blossoms since they were still in season. Tateyama has a “mountain” in the name but it’s really just a hill that was situated behind my homestay family’s apartment and it took about 30 minutes to walk up. I tried some kakigori (shaved ice) and played with the coolest little Shiba Inu. It was a lovely little morning and I got to experience the happy atmosphere of my neighborhood while we all took in the cherry blossoms.

I was lucky enough to be placed in the centre of Nagasaki city while most other homestays were in the countryside, closer to the school. I wouldn’t have minded that since I adore the countryside of Japan and being placed in the city meant that I was an hour away from the university. My first official week in Nagasaki was jam-packed even though I hadn’t actually started my classes yet! Even though we had already attended our opening ceremony for the semester and the school year the previous Friday, classes, for the exchange students at least, weren’t scheduled to start until the second week of April and our first week was just for us to mostly do whatever we wanted! TC and I decided to spend our Monday making a day trip to the next prefecture which was Saga. We didn’t really have any idea what we wanted to do there exactly but I had recently purchased a JR Youth 18 ticket which is somewhat similar to a JR pass and anyone can buy it, not just tourists, and you can only go on local JR trains, so no bullet trains or high-speed trains. It costs about the equivalent of $120 and is good for any 5 non-consecutive days with unlimited trips on those days. We had looked up a bunch of cool things that were in Saga prefecture but would take a really long time to get to and weren’t anywhere near the actual city so we decided just to spend a day in Saga city...although we didn’t really have any choice. You see, I’m speaking to you in hindsight knowing full well how a lot of things work now...especially the JR Youth 18 ticket. I only briefly had an idea of it when I purchased it because L’s sister told me about it when I was living in Tokyo. So when TC and I embarked on our journey to explore Saga, we boarded a bullet train from Nagasaki station. We were about an hour into our trip when a conductor came by to check our ticket and notified us that we were very mistaken but he was super kind and understood that we didn’t know we had done something wrong and let us know what our next step should be. We told him where we wanted to go so he wrote out a detailed guide with all the stations we’d need to get on and get off at (after getting off the bullet train at the next stop) with all of the times. It was really helpful and I really appreciated it but what was supposed to be only an hour-long trip to the next prefecture turned into 4 and a half hours...I felt really bad because TC had left it to me since she couldn’t speak Japanese and voiced her displeasure at it all. It wasn’t a great start to the week but I think if I were on my own and the same thing was to happen then I honestly wouldn’t have minded. When we got off the bullet train we were in a really small town in the middle of nowhere that was super quiet with nothing around, it was actually really cool. We explored that area for about an hour while we waited for the next local train. There was a big river flowing through the city, an old shrine on top of a hill, and a bunch of little, colourful wind turbines lined up one after the other leading from the station to the river. It was lovely. That stop had the longest wait for a train, the next few stops had trains coming one after the other, but we had just missed one by being on the bullet train. After a long journey, we finally made it to Saga city but it was super quiet and no one was around, maybe because it was a Monday? It was really nice though, there was something really serene about being in a city with one main street and no one around except for a few elderly people walking about. We didn’t end up staying for long but I knew from living in Tokyo for a month that government buildings of any Japanese city are usually free for people to go up to, to the top floor and get a view of the entire city so that’s what we did and it was really nice because again, no one else was there and it was just us. Afterward, we took some photos with the cherry blossoms and headed back to Nagasaki.

The next day I decided to use my JR Youth 18 ticket again to go to Sasebo which is in Nagasaki prefecture so it wouldn’t be that long of a trip but TC didn’t want to have any more long train rides for a while so I went on my own. Sasebo is well known in the prefecture by people and is a recommended spot from locals because it’s where the American naval base is and has a different vibe to it compared to other prefectures. It is also famous for the “Sasebo burger” which is essentially just a normal-sized burger to us Westerners but was designed for the surge in marines that were living in Sasebo after World War II and became a hit to all visitors thereafter. I really just spent an afternoon walking around and admiring the area because, yes, it didn’t quite feel like the rest of Japan, but not exactly like America either. You’d have to see for yourself. I mostly wanted to visit Sasebo because there was meant to be an abandoned theme park nearby and I love that sort of stuff but unfortunately I would have needed a car to get there. The train ride in and out is what made it really special. It was absolutely gorgeous because the trip went along the coast and it was such a beautiful day, I honestly wish I had videotaped it.

The following couple of days I visited my university and more thoroughly explored the inner and outer parts of Nagasaki city, especially the biggest shrine in the area and what made that part of the city so popular, Suwajinja/ Suwa Shrine. “It is located in the northern part of the city, on the slopes of Mount Tamazono-san, and features a 277-step stone staircase leading up the mountain to the various buildings that comprise the shrine. Suwa shrine was established as a way of stopping and reversing the conversion to Christianity that was taking place in Nagasaki. In modern times it remains an important and successful center of the community.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suwa_Shrine_(Nagasaki)

I also got a job! It was the funniest thing actually. A day or so prior, I was walking with my homestay mother through town to help her go grocery shopping and I saw a little building that had an English school in it and was intrigued. Later, that night I looked the school up and decided to send them an email expressing my interest in working there part-time and if they had any open spots. I immediately got a response from the owner and he said I could come by the next day for a chat. I did just that and apparently, as I arrived, little did I know, a guy that the owner had just spent two weeks training and getting ready for the after spring break rush of students decided to quit at the last minute and do a runner. So to sum it up, after a pleasant but short conversation, I was hired on the spot. I was told to come by the next day for some quick training prep, as I had never taught English before, so that I could start the following week. He clearly needed someone after the other guy had bailed out though.

Finally, on Friday and the end of my first week in Nagasaki, all of the exchange students were taken for an overnight trip to the mountain and hot springs town of Unzen! It took us about 7 and a half hours to get there but we left early in the morning and arrived mid-afternoon so there was still plenty of time for us to do stuff. We were to stay in a traditional hotel next to a natural hot springs and several geysers. It was such a cool and mysterious area to explore with my exchange mates and TC, especially at night after soaking in the hot springs (which let me tell you was awkward considering it was my first time being naked in front of other people, other girls, but still). The air was misty because of the sulfur, smelled like rotten eggs, but that didn’t stop us from walking around in our hotel yukatas. We stayed up for a large portion of the night, took in the atmosphere and just basically partied. The next day we hiked Mount Unzen and it was awesome, the view was glorious. It was also just a really nice bonding experience and a better way for us all to get to know each other. After our hike, we were taken to the small town of Obama which wasn’t named after the former U.S. president but did have a statue of him. It was also a seaside town and was popular for its free public hot spring foot baths which we indulged in after having a delicious nabe lunch. It was an unforgettable overnight trip and did its job of helping all the exchange students get to know each other better (more detail here and below).

The following week consisted of more city exploration, settling in, my first shifts at the English school, some administrative university stuff like signing up for classes the old school way with pen and paper - gotta love Japan - and actually attending classes. It may seem a bit mundane but I enjoyed every minute of it. Oh I forgot to mention, another reason why Nagasaki is so cool to explore and why I never get tired of it is there is a big Portuguese and Dutch influence mixed in with the Japanese aesthetic because those were the first countries that Japan opened up trade to on the port of Nagasaki between the 16th and 19th centuries. To add to that, there are also several hidden Christian sites that are also UNESCO World Heritage sites around the area because when Christianity first appeared with the Dutch and the Portuguese, it was outlawed and forbidden.

In the next couple of weeks, I went strawberry picking with my homestay family which was spectacular! They had a family friend who owned a strawberry farm and we were allowed to pick an unlimited number of delicious, fresh strawberries. I’m telling you we picked enough strawberries to last us for the next few weeks and I got a strawberry coma from the amount that I ate. It was great. After strawberry picking, my homestay family took me to a restaurant nearby the farm where all the ingredients were locally sourced. A few days after that, I spent the day with a few of my new friends as well as TC and we went to the Nagasaki Penguin Aquarium and, boy, was that cool. We saw so many species of Penguin with all sorts of personalities. There was something that put a bit of a hamper in our day and that had to do with a guy who my friend so eloquently nicknamed as “kimoi” (Japanese for gross). I suppose it all started a day or so before my friends and I decided to meet up for the aquarium. I was sitting in the lounge at uni waiting for some people when a Japanese guy approached me and wanted to chat and obviously that was no problem so I obliged because I’m always down to make new friends. He seemed nice and friendly enough but we slowly moved from small talk to him mentioning a girl that I am now friends with but at the time didn’t know so well even though we were in the same class. He began talking shit about her and how mean she was to him and….how he wanted to kill her...I was like whoa ok no need for that, I’m sure it was a misunderstanding and I tried to cheer him up and his mood did end up getting better and then he just started complimenting me and saying how nice I was and I honestly didn’t know how to take what was happening. I honestly should have taken it more seriously but it was really just a passing conversation that I had with him since we were the only ones in the lounge and he seemed to be friends with a few other people that I had befriended. It was very strange though especially since Japanese people aren’t known to speak ill of others. Anyway, someone from the group of people I met had invited him to hang out with us at the aquarium and I was ok with it at first but...it turns out that he took our small talk that happened by chance as a sign that I liked him??? And wanted to date him?? He assumed that this whole day at the aquarium was our date and I somehow turned into his girlfriend and the other people that were there were just...third, fourth, fifth, and sixth wheels….It was bizarre and I was thoroughly creeped out. He was clearly unstable. The whole time at the aquarium he was trying to find a chance to be alone with me and get the other guys to leave but I kept making sure we were always with everyone and finally one of my guy friends took one for the team and said he’ll distract him by insisting he wants to hang out with him somewhere else while the rest of us headed back to the city. We ended the day by having a much needed calming visit to the Nagasaki Museum of History and Culture and spent a couple of hours learning about our new home.

Then, on the 27th of April, my birthday, I was pleasantly surprised by a home celebration planned by my homestay mother. She got me a little Sailor Moon figure since I mentioned how much I love the character Sailor Moon, ordered chiraishi bowls for all of us which is essentially sashimi over rice, and some cake. I was absolutely delighted. It was a fantastic day if I do say so myself especially since earlier in the day when I was in class my new friends had all bought me snacks and wished me happy birthday. I was further spoiled after work the next day by my boss taking me and my coworkers out for an izakaya dinner, obviously I don’t drink but the food at izakayas are always sooooo good. It was definitely one of my more favourite birthdays, I was 22 and having the time of my life.

I decided to end off April and spend Golden Week, which is a week at the end of April and beginning of May filled with national holidays and is thus called “Golden Week” by making a trip to Busan, South Korea with TC. She found a deal for us to take a 3-hour ferry from Fukuoka to Busan and stay in a Couchsurfing place (which was to be my first of many). I soon learned from this trip that even though TC claimed to be travel savvy, she doesn’t really do her research very well. But I’ll get to that in a bit. We embarked on our journey from Nagasaki station by highway bus (which was the cheapest option) to Fukuoka to take our ferry. When we arrived, we quickly got lost. South Korea, well Busan, isn’t quite as easy to figure out as Japan but that’s mostly because neither of us spoke Korean. We spent a while trying to find wifi and our host’s place. We were excited to be able to explore the city of Busan at any rate and spoke to a few locals along our way who could speak a little English. When we finally found and arrived at our host’s place. We found out that our host didn’t have a bed or a blanket or anything for us to sleep on, just literally the hardwood floor of his kitchen in a small one-bedroom apartment. I mean I was grateful to have shelter, I was, but damn. TC complained that the couple of other times that she used Couchsurfing she always had her own room and bed and didn’t know why this happened but being that I now have lots of experience in Couchsurfing, I can tell you that TC was either lying or that she must have had luck of the draw with her previous Couchsurfing trips and just requested to stay with the first person that popped up in Busan. Normally, when you look on Couchsurfing you can tell what the host is offering, where you get your own room or a shared room, how much privacy you get and pictures of the place but this guy must have had nothing up on his profile otherwise I don’t see how TC would have requested to stay with him...actually I still don’t see why she requested to stay with him. I never stay with someone if they have no references, pictures, or if it’s a shared space. It was such an uncomfortable 6 days because I really was not prepared to be sleeping on a hardwood floor with no cover but the clothes from my bag. The host was really nice though and he could speak English well so that was a plus. I mostly blame TC for most likely not actually reading his profile because then I could have prepared myself.

We spent our first full day in Busan and the last day of April at the Gamcheon Culture Village which is considered the “Asian Santorini” for its colourful landscape. TC had arranged for us to meet up with another couchsurfing host and his guest. One of whom was a Vietnamese ex-pat and an American from Connecticut that had been spending the past few months traveling around Asia. He was really cool and open-minded, we both connected with the two guys really quickly and had a blast exploring the village, trying street food and heading to downtown Busan. The American guy, Z, reminded me that travel shouldn’t be about seeing as much as possible but just absorbing where you are and taking in everything as opposed to getting so much done but never actually experiencing it. We walked for ages and thoroughly investigated every nook and cranny of this intriguing village. We also hiked up to the top and took an amazing view of all of the colourful buildings and artwork. I ate a loooot of street food that day and honestly each thing was under a dollar, it was great! Two things stood out to me from my street food adventure and that was Beondegi which is silkworm pupae; bitter but not overly gross and hotteok; my absolute favourite thing that I tried even though I’m not really much of a sweet tooth. It was a deliciously sweet, caramelly thick pancake with peanuts. One of the reasons why I love Busan so much is that the food is so cheap and delicious so I really did eat a lot of it….Since we hit it off with these two other couch surfers, we decided to meet up with them a few more times before leaving Busan. Later that night when we got back to our host’s apartment, we were invited to have fried chicken with him and his friend--an absolute must-have if you’re ever in Korea.

#Japan #japantravel #japantrip #studyabroad #studentexchange #homestay #japanexplore #Travelblog #gettinglost #busan #food #livelovetravel #travel #shoestringtravel

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dragonindigo245 · 5 years ago

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Heyo!!! This is a WIP story I'm doing with the amazing @pawton-meowity! Hope you enjoy! The odd numbered chapters will be posted on their Tumblr while the even ones will be on mine. Feel free to request to be added to the tag list for updates! Thanks! 💙🖤💙

Tw: Remus being Remus, blood

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Chapter 6: P.O.V of Remus

“Oh! Remus! Heya kiddo!”

I turned my attention away from my fidget cube and turned my head towards the voice. Patton was next to the bench I was sprawled across with a smile on his face.

“Hey Daddy-o! I assumed you would be in your classes learning about all the ways you can kill someone!” I cheerfully replied. He made a noise of discomfort and sat at the end of the bench I didn’t take up.

“Well I was in class learning about how to HELP people but it let out early. I have around ten to fifteen minutes to hang out.”

“You know you’ll have to teach me about weak points and stuff. It is rather interesting. You could probably kill someone in a hundred different ways!!!”

Thunk.

“The fuck?!?” I exclaimed. Patton was probably thinking the same thing without the colorful language.

I didn’t have to wonder for long until a fucking bird flopped down on my head. The odds of that had to be ridiculously low.

Patton screamed and jumped up, freaking out about the bird. Honestly what was the big deal even? It’s a bird?? Actually… we could make it a rotisserie bird...

“OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS WHAT THE FUDGE STRIPE?!?” Patton finally managed to say. Good to know he can say actual words again.

“I know! We’re so lucky to have a bird land on me!” I said while grabbing the bird from the tip of its wing. It screeched, unfortunately not dead yet, and wiggled around.

“REMUS! DON’T JUST HOLD IT LIKE THAT!” Patton scolded. He took the bird from my clutches and held it like a puppy.

“Aww but Patton! I want it!”

“Then you should learn to take care of a bird before you get one!”

“What? I already know how to prepare it. It needs to be dead fi-”

“YOU WANT TO EAT THE BABY?!?”

“Yes?”

Patton stared at me in shock. Okay… that’s fair. Patton dismissed it with a sigh and turned his attention to the bird. It was a little brown feathered bird that left its feathers all over the place in distress. Shame… could have made a good meal.

“Well if you’re not going to eat it then what’s the point?” I rebutted.

He sighed again and held the bird close to his chest. “Help it, obviously!” Patton said with a small smile.

He reached for his right sleeve but his fingers didn’t quite make it before I sprang forward.

“Don’t risk it on a bird you idiot!” I said in a low and threatening voice. He didn’t seem to have a visual reaction to my threat besides looking back at the bird.

“But Remus! It’s a hurt little robin! I know I don’t have a grip on my po-”

“Don’t talk about it either you fucking moron! What did we say about their eyes being everywhere?” I growled.

I must have shifted slightly because my position from when I sprang forward because I fell off the bench with a yelp of surprise. I hit the concrete mostly unharmed but on the way down I bit my tongue hard. Why does this only happen to me?

“Excuse me gentlemen.” Welp that cut me out of the picture. Whoever that is isn’t talking to me.

“Oh! Hello… sir!” Patton nervously answered. Okay maybe they were talking to us.

I looked up before flinging myself backwards. A burn bro. They eyed me before turning to Patton.

“I didn’t mean to intrude but you said something about risking something on a bird? What did you mean by that?” They asked casually like they weren’t here to kidnap Patton.

“He meant wasting his time asshole. Stop sneaking around like a Scooby Doo villain.” I spat.

“Hey R... shut the fuck up. You are of no use with your mush for brains.” They growled back.

“Whoa hey can we just calm down? Surely we can just have a calm, quiet conversation?” Patton attempted.

The guy cleared his throat and nodded. “Ah yes. My apologies. That was highly unprofessional of me. May I ask what the risk was in helping the bird?”

Patton smiled an extremely fake smile and shrugged. “Oh well there’s absolutely no risk whatsoever. It’s just a bird that we are going to help very normally.” What in the god damn fuck Patton. You have single handedly screwed us.

“Mhm… say may I ask your first and last name?” They asked.

Fuck. Damn. Shit. Ass.

“Uhhh welllllll… my name is…. Burnnnnnnnnnnie Robinnnnnnson. Burnie Robinson.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“ABSOLUTELY! A hundred and one percent!!! Burnie Moral Robinson at your service!”

What. The. Fuck.

“Okay… Burnie. Where is your dorms?”

“I’M NOT ALLOWED TO ANSWER THAT Haha! You see here it’s kinda private information and I SURE AS HEAVEN DON’T KNOW YOU!!! Stranger danger and all that!!”

“Okay that’s fair… have a good afternoon Burnie.”

Holy shit that worked. OH MY SATAN THAT WORKED!!!!

The burn bro walked away suspiciously BUT STILL WALKED AWAY!!

“Oh my goodness that worked…” Patton said baffled. “I got away with that? I actually got away with that.”

“Yeah you did for now! You have landed us in hot water! They are going to keep asking you questions until they get who they’re looking for! All for a BIRD!”

“... but it’s a baby…”

I groaned and put a hand up to my mouth, remembering the blood still floating around in there.

“It’s not a baby. Babies are little gross mini humans. That is a feathered, walking lump of meat. How are you even attached to it?”

“Because it’s CUTE!”

I spat out a bit of blood from my mouth so I could reply but Patton screamed once more.

“OH MY GOODNESS YOU'RE BLEEDING?!? ARE YOU OKAY?!?” He screamed out.

“Wait someone’s bleeding?” Logan yelled from behind me. He was far away from us still but within hearing distance.

I sighed and grabbed my fidget cube that was now on the floor. “I’m fine. I cannot understand how you two are so… considerate. HEY! You two should pork!!!” I exclaimed.

Logan and Patton exchanged looks of confusion.

“What does protein have to do with a person’s well being? Logan said while joining his side.

“Protein is an important factor in a diet, you know that Logan.” Patton chimed in, “But cows are too cute to eat!”

“Yes Patton, we all know you’re vegetarian, but pork is a pig based product, not a cow based product…” Logan sighed.

“PIGS ARE CUTE TOO!” Patton exclaimed. I shook my head as the two glasses gays were totally missing the context of my joke.

“You two are so innocent… I meant you should TOTALLY FUCK.” When I clarified my original statement’s meaning, the two stared at me for a moment. Logan’s face showed slight shock but mostly confusion, while Patton went red as the blood I just spat onto the ground. Patton couldn’t make eye contact with either of us but after a moment, Logan was able to regain his composure and fix his glasses.

“Remus… I don’t believe that is how an optimal courtship should be conducted. Not that I have much experience in that department… but I assume you don’t either if that is how you approach people.”

“Oh, so you’re a virgin,” I cackled, then looked back at Patton and his bird, “then I assume you are too?”

Patton said nothing, just gently pet the bird.

“Patton, just ignore him.” Logan sighed, rolling his eyes at me.

“Okay… that sounds like… like a good plan. I’ll see you later Logy…” Patton squeaked and hurried off, the bird still clutched in his hands.

Now all that remained was the fucking nerd. Nah he’s boring. I’m getting outta here.

“Welp goodbye glasses gay! Enjoy your night with Patton!” I winked with the last word and ran off, leaving a Windows error in Logan’s place.

I skipped off to go back inside the college however the halls were flooded. Trying to find the others would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Good thing I found a needle in a haystack before.

I pulled open the door and inserted myself into the crowds of people. Most of the students were polite and didn’t do what I did… push my way around people. I didn’t slide by anyone but straight up, or as Logan and Patton should do, gay up, decided to ram into them. Most people flung themselves out of my path as best as they could at least.

I spotted the top of Virgil’s purple hair and ducked around to reach him. He was close to the bathrooms so that helps our situation.

I reached him and before Virgil had a say in the matter I pulled him into the bathrooms. Surprisingly, nobody was in here besides us two.

“What the fuck Remus?” Virgil asked colorfully.

“Shush! This is important! They’re here!”

“Jesus Christ Remus, you don’t mean-”

“Yup. Burn bro. Patton and I just had a run in. By the way, don’t ever ask Patton to lie about anything.”

“Okay cool. Can we get back to the part where THEY are HERE on SCHOOL GROUNDS?!? What even happened? Wait are you bleeding?”

“Why is everyone obsessing over that? I’m fine! Just hit the pavement.”

“So they didn’t hit you… right? I swear to god they better not have.”

“No! All they did was almost catch Patton-”

“THEY FUCKING WHAT?!? ALREADY?!?”

“Yup. That’s a downside. They are skeptical at least. Hey at least Patton’s in danger and not already captured!”

“You say that like it’s a good thing! Jesus fucking Christ I need to get to Patton!”

Before I could say anything else Virgil ran out of the bathrooms.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #remus sanders #ts remus #ts duke #ts logic #logan sanders #ts logan #ts virgil #ts anxiety #virgil sanders #ts logicality #logicality #ts morality #ts project [redacted]#project [redacted]#ts patton #patton sanders #my fic

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jorvikmystic · 6 years ago

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I have been in such a rrp kicker lately that home girl is coming back with these.

Tweaking the rrp story a tiny bit, welllllll since 2012 things got into a hot mess with added things and forgotten things so I am going to roll up my sleeves and finally get something coherent. Enjoy the ride with me, hehe!

──────────────── Ever since I moved to South Hoof in February, I had always felt like something was missing. I adore the fresh air, and most of my horses enjoyed their well deserved winter break.

However, I found myself constantly trailering away from south hoof. Training in GHV or other places, South Hoof was supposed to be my home...so why was I spending more time away from it. I decided to call in a family meeting aka a dinner with Phoebe, to express my feelings.

We both agreed that a change of scenery will be good, one where we would not have to waste a bunch of money on gas to trailer the horses. Thankfully, the ferry fees were free on Jorvik but lately there have been a lot of out of order days.

If you have any suggestion on where I should move next, let me know!

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After the hunter show, I gave Kodi a little break from training and decide to take Rocky out with me. I read on the bulletin board that a new show jumping course was ready at Jorvik Stables. I realized how amazing it could be to school the horses over those fences, so I gave the office a call to see if I could come over and spend a few days at Jorvik Stables. Luckily, there was room for one horse, so I booked our spot and immediately set off.

The first day I was there, I let Rocky get used to the schedule and more so relaxed. I spent my day with my mother in Jarlaheim. We had a lovely lunch at the café, and we did a tiny bit of shopping. Having my parents live in Jarlaheim helped me not pay a ridiculous amount of money with the hotel fees here, since it was summer those can get quite high.

The next day, I woke up ready to take on that jumping course with Rocky. He has proven to be an incredible show jumper with me, and this course had everything in it to challenge us a bit more. My dad offered to come down and help but I wanted to do this by myself. I got dressed, had a quick breakfast, and made my way to the stables.

On my way in I could see Rocky chilling in one of the paddocks outside he was grazing away on some grass when he looked up at me and neighed. I grabbed Rocky’s halter that had his show name printed on it; Rocky Tides and the lead rope.

I went back to the paddock and this time was happy to see him just quietly observing his surroundings, he was not eating anymore which made me glad cause then I would not have a hangry “I’m not done breakfast yet” horse.

I walked over to him, my body slightly turned so I was not giving him lots of pressure but letting him know I was there. He began to walk over to me and lowered his head so I could easily put the halter on him. I lead him to the crossties up in the barn, mostly all of my horses are trained to ground tie which helps in cases like this when the crossties are missing, CoUgH. I could have tacked him up by the arena but I just did not want to risk anything. My dad had helped me carry all my tack in the tack room last night, so better to be closer to here.

Rocky was being such a cute curious clown. He made me giggle so much. Once I got everything on him, it was time to test out this jumping course.

Apparently, participants will receive a ribbon after completing a clear round of this course. I looked around at the jumps and thought this was going to be a fun one, and boy was I ever right.

Rocky loved this course! He was feeling himself and was having a blast. The first few times we went with clear rounds. Rocky earned himself that ribbon since he even impressed me with his snazzy turning skills. I was thankful that we were not timed because I did do some extra circles and loads of half halts to make sure we didn’t rocket into those jumps, especially the Liverpools.

I discovered that Rocky had a thing to charge at those jumps and found himself almost in disbelief at the cross rail.

When we were all done I asked one of the lovely ladies there if they could take a photo of me beside one of the jumps with Rocky’s new ribbon.

We walked outside on the little trails that circle the stables to cool off. Rocky really amazed me today, and I can not wait to continue his schooling even more. I am hoping to enter him in one of the show jumping or cross country events this summer.

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#thestarstabletimes #gwenwinter #sso #starstable #starstableonline #gwendolynwinterburg

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gavillain · 6 years ago

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Was watching OUAT again and....yikes. They really did butcher Hook. But I’m a little surprised that Rumplestiltkin isn’t one of your favorites. He seems like the type of bad guy you’d like.

You’re right! It’s kind of funny, out of the Once Upon a Time villains, Rumple, Cora, and Regina (when she was evil) are the three most “Overtaker-esque” villains. Yet who are my OUAT Overtakers? Hook and Cruella XD

But actually, I have had the longest and most convoluted history with Rumplestiltskin, and you brought him up so now I’m gonna tell you XD So when the show was first airing and season two was ongoing, I LOVED all of the villains. Regina and Hook were in my Top Ten villains list, Rumple was in the top fifteen, and Cora was in the top twenty. OUAT had like my FAVORITE rogues gallery for a time.

But here’s the thing: when the show was airing the early seasons, I was in my late teens and didn’t fully understand my tastes in villains. I had kind of distanced myself from the Disney villains because they were seen as more “immature” and my favorite villain at the time was Loki in the MCU (I had only dabbled in his comics self at this point). And I thought because I enjoyed Loki and the OUAT villains that for me to like a villain, they had to have tragic backstories and be woobies. And that kind of skewed my entire view of them and every other villain I encountered. Now I know that what I like are the charismatic, power-hungry, theatrical villains with interesting layers to examine and peel back but not be redeemable. But I didn’t really realize that at the time.

So here’s where things get sticky: season three of OUAT. Hated it. I was mad about Hook and CaptainSwan, of course, but I was convinced they were still going to do Emma/Neal and for Hook to go off and become a pirate again after the Neverland arc (I was Booboo the Fool). And then I was getting really dissatisfied with Rumple, and I couldn’t put my finger on why because the writing for him was still good. He wasn’t acting like a charismatic villain anymore, but I didn’t put two and two together that that was why I was dissatisfied and started just thinking “Well, maybe I just don’t like this character anymore.” And so I was glad when he “died” because it meant he could be sent off, and I wouldn’t have to worry about him any more.

But thennnnnnn “Quiet Minds” happened. Rumple was resurrected because Neal sacrificed himself and died. I was FURIOUS. One because I actually really liked Neal Cassidy and thought Michael Raymond-James played him so likable, and I hated that he died. I was also mad because Neal was my hope of the writing on Hook going back to the way it was, but with him dead, Hook/Emma became an inevitability. And it also brought back Rumplestiltskin, who I was going through my “I don’t like you any more” ordeal with. And after that happened, I went on an Anti-Rumple VENDETTA. I blamed him (and Zelena to a lesser extent) for all my problems with OUAT’s writing. I quit the show, I posted constantly about what a shithead Rumple was, and how bad the writing was. It was a THING. Like I actually made my friends who liked Rumple end up hating Rumple because I was talking about how much he sucked constantly.

Welllllll then season four happened. They were bringing back Maleficent, so of course I had to catch up because I’m me. And Rumple was actually acting like his villainous self again. And I LOVED it and had so much with it, but I couldn’t admit that to myself because “Rumple is bad! Rumple is the reason for the bad writing!” and because he was acting like an evil douche and not making up for my “problems” I couldn’t even really admit to myself that I was liking him as much as I was. But I finally did more or less make peace with the character by the end of the season.

Then I ran a roleplay blog as him for a while over at @askpowerbeyondramennoodles and by that point, I knew I liked him but the writing in the show was so crap that it was just constantly me not being sure WHAT I wanted from him. Did I want him to be good and be with Belle? Did I want him to go fully bad? Did I want something in between? I didn’t know, and I still don’t really know. Mid-way through season six, I stopped watching the show because I got bored, tried to watch season seven when it came out, quit because I got bored again, watched the finale and hated it.

So, by this point, I know my taste in villains pretty well and I know what I like. Hook, for whatever reason, has always been the most important OUAT villain for me, so I made a strong effort to go back to season two and reclaim the character and just let everything afterwards wash away. I fought against canon hard, killed the bad Hook in my fic to revive the villain one stuck him with Jafar, and the rest is history XD But with Rumple, I’m at this weird phase where I have SO much history with Rumple, and I legitimately don’t know how I should feel about him. As you said, he’s very much my villain type, so there’s definitely something there to doing with him what I did with Hook, but there’s still a part of me that also really wanted him to get to be a good dad to Neal and a good husband to Belle that I just never had with Hook. So I don’t know if the same “reclaiming the great villain” process would work for me on him.

Maybe I’m due for a rewatch of the first two seasons in their entirety. I need to figure out how I feel about Regina too. (I still know how I feel about Cora, though - I love that evil bitch XD)

#Rumplestiltskin #Once Upon a Time Critical #anti ouat #long post #personal #anti cs

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