#looking so much like a couple without being matchy matchy

[ingravinoveritas]

Boys in complementing bow ties...

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Guess who's back! Yep, it's @insufficientchill's Conall and @ritens' Lane! I took a few too many screenshots, so brace yourself. <3

Yeah, bud, that's the whole point of this party comp. I thought it'd be fun. Don't you worry about it! It'll be fiiine.

I'm sure Conall and Lane only have the best of opinions after seeing me fail this levitation-jump five times in a row because I refused to waste a harpy snare beacon. I mean, it's a jump over the brine so I can try as many times as I want without consequence...except for the rapidly dwindling respect of my pawn's friends.

Speaking of, check out this cool underwater shot I got while getting eaten by the brine. Neat, huh?

Here's a shot of Conall being awesome. Fire suits him so well! Mage vocations have such a cool aesthetic, I swear.

And here's Lane kidnapping a knacker(?) that knocked me down. It always tickles me when pawns do that.

"Lane, was that your arrow?" "'Twas not me." "..."

Guys I know you're very excited to pal around but please look out for monsters.

I think René misses being a warrior...

I managed to get a cool shot of Lane, finally. Look at him! He's so ready to wreck face!

My new favourite hobby...equipping a bow specifically so that I can kick rocky saurians. And maybe also other saurian-type monsters. I'm really not too picky.

The whole team is working together! Look how cool everyone is! It's so rare to get them all in one shot that doesn't look like they're all doing their own, random thing.

Conall helping me out after I got wasted by a goreminotaur...thanks, man. Sorry it wasn't the monster you were after. Where's Lane and René? Just over there? They're high-fiving and/or fist-bumping? Oh... ;-;

I was trying to capture a bunch of little victory poses and Lane was having none of it haha.

I don't think Conall knows how to deal with René's shenanigans, the poor guy. (Also check out Lane hiding in the tall grass like a wild pokemon pft.)

Look at these two and their lining up perfectly and their matchy bows. I forget what they were aiming at...probably a bat.

René, buddy, I'm not sure that's going to work. Max rank and he still isn't quite sure how to be an archer smh. Glitches are fun.

Er...Conall? I'm not sure we needed this spell for one teeny little minotaur that had a sliver of its health left, but at least we completed your quest.

René is way too happy about the meteors.

Camping: miserable and wet edition. The poor pawns sitting in the rain...

I had so much fun with Conall and Lane this past couple of sessions! We all got a little dinged up (no tank no real healer) but that might have also been because I went wandering around the volcano area and everyone kept stepping in lava rip. Nothing a little more resting couldn't solve. Sorry in advance if they complain about their burned feet when I send them back.

I actually did Lane's quest first, but sadly didn't get any pictures of us fighting the golem...s? I think we fought two of them. Yeah, one on the volcanic island and another in mainland Battahl, I'm pretty sure. Something about golems makes me forget to take pics I swear.

Anyway, this party comp is surprisingly viable. I only switched to my magick bow for things like spooky ghosts and dragonkin. Everything else was three bow one sorc baybee! SO much fun.

(I haven't sent them back yet! Will do soon.)

Bonus victory pose I have never seen:

Behold. René's applauding. And because there's an enemy in the distance, he's applauding angrily!

I love it so much?? He just-- looks SO mad haha.

[ilovemyboyfriendshirts]

What to wear to a couples photoshoot

Capture the essence of your love in a stunning couples photoshoot! Whether you're celebrating an anniversary, announcing an engagement, or simply wanting to capture beautiful moments together, choosing the right outfits is key. After all, what you wear can greatly impact the overall look and feel of your photos. In this blog post, we'll delve into the world of couple's fashion and explore how to dress for a photoshoot that truly showcases your unique style and connection. So get ready to strike a pose and let's dive in!

The Importance of Outfits in a Couples Photoshoot

Your outfits play a crucial role in capturing the essence of your love story during a couples photoshoot. They have the power to set the mood, enhance your natural chemistry, and create visually appealing images that you'll cherish for years to come. First and foremost, selecting the right attire allows you to express your individual style while also showcasing your connection as a couple. Whether you opt for casual or formal wear, it's important to choose outfits that make you both feel confident and comfortable. In addition, coordinating colors with your partner can create a harmonious visual impact in your photos. Consider choosing complementary shades or even selecting a specific color scheme that reflects both of your personalities. This will not only give cohesion to the overall look but also add an extra layer of aesthetic appeal. Moreover, well-chosen outfits can help convey the theme or mood you want for your photoshoot. If you're aiming for a romantic vibe, soft pastel tones and flowing dresses may be ideal. On the other hand, if you prefer something more playful and energetic, bold patterns or vibrant hues could be perfect. Remember that while coordination is important, matching outfits completely may lead to monotonous or cliché results. Instead of identical ensembles from head-to-toe, aim for complementing each other's looks by incorporating similar elements such as shared colors or accessories. Lastly yet importantly, consider practical factors when deciding on what to wear - location and weather conditions should be taken into account. You don't want uncomfortable clothing choices distracting from enjoying yourself during the shoot! By paying attention to these details and putting thought into every aspect of your outfit selection process together as a couple before stepping in front of the camera lens - rest assured knowing that each photo will reflect not just how great you two look together but also how much fun it was capturing those moments!

Choosing a Color Scheme for Your Photos

When it comes to choosing a color scheme for your photoshoot, there are a few things to consider. First and foremost, think about the location of your shoot. Are you planning on being in nature with lots of greenery? Or perhaps in an urban setting with colorful graffiti walls? The surroundings will play a big role in determining what colors will work best. Next, think about the mood you want to convey in your photos. Do you want them to be light and airy? In that case, pastel colors like soft pinks or blues would be great choices. If you're going for something more bold and vibrant, consider opting for rich jewel tones like emerald green or deep burgundy. It's also important to take into account each other's personal style and skin tones when choosing colors. You want to make sure that both of you feel comfortable and confident in what you're wearing. Avoid clashing patterns or overly busy prints that can distract from the focus of the photo - which is the connection between the two of you! Don't be afraid to mix different shades within your chosen color scheme. This adds visual interest and dimension to your photos without being too matchy-matchy. Remember, choosing a color scheme for your couples photoshoot should ultimately reflect who you are as a couple while also complementing the setting and creating beautiful visuals together!

Coordinating without Matching

When it comes to a couples photoshoot, coordinating your outfits can make all the difference in creating a cohesive and visually appealing look. But that doesn't mean you have to match each other from head to toe! In fact, coordinating without matching can often create more interesting and dynamic photos. One way to coordinate without matching is by choosing a color scheme that complements both of your skin tones and personal styles. For example, if one person prefers warm colors like reds and oranges, while the other prefers cool tones like blues and greens, you can find common ground with shades of coral or teal. Another option is to focus on complementary patterns or textures. If one person is wearing a floral print dress, the other could wear a solid-colored shirt in a corresponding color. Or if one person chooses a textured sweater, the other could opt for smooth fabrics like silk or satin. Remember that accessories can also play a big role in tying your looks together. Consider incorporating similar elements such as statement jewelry, hats, scarves or belts into both of your outfits. Coordinating without matching allows each individual's personality to shine through while still creating visual harmony between you as a couple. So don't be afraid to mix and match different colors, patterns and textures – it's all about finding those shared elements that bring your looks together seamlessly!

Factors to Consider When Choosing Outfits

When it comes to choosing outfits for a couples photoshoot, there are several factors to consider in order to ensure that you both look your best and feel comfortable during the session. Think about the location and theme of the photoshoot. Is it taking place outdoors in a natural setting or in a more formal indoor studio? This will help determine whether you should opt for casual or more formal attire. Consider the season and weather conditions. If it's winter, layering up with sweaters or jackets can add visual interest to your outfits while keeping you warm. In summer, lighter fabrics and colors can help you stay cool under the sun. Next, think about your personal style as a couple. Do you prefer classic and timeless looks or do you like to experiment with bold patterns and colors? It's important that your outfits reflect who you are as individuals but also complement each other visually. Another factor to keep in mind is the color scheme of your photos. Choose colors that harmonize well together and avoid clashing tones that may distract from the overall composition of the image. Don't forget about accessories! They can add an extra touch of personality to your outfits and enhance the overall aesthetic of the photos. By considering these factors when choosing your outfits for a couples photoshoot, you'll be able to create beautiful images that capture not only your love but also your unique sense of style.

Ideas for Different Types of Couples Photoshoots

When it comes to couples photoshoots, there are endless possibilities for creating beautiful and unique images. Whether you're looking to capture the love and romance of a newly engaged couple or celebrate years of marriage with a fun and playful shoot, there's something out there for everyone. For those who enjoy the outdoors, consider a natural setting such as a scenic park or beach. This can provide a stunning backdrop for your photos, allowing you to showcase your connection in nature's beauty. You could also try an urban setting for a more edgy and modern feel. If you're feeling adventurous, why not plan an activity-based shoot? This could involve anything from hiking through the mountains together to paddleboarding on a serene lake. Incorporating activities that you both enjoy can add an element of excitement and authenticity to your photos. For couples who have shared hobbies or interests, consider incorporating these into your shoot. If you both love music, why not do a musical-themed session with guitars and microphones? Or if cooking is something you bond over, how about capturing some sweet moments in the kitchen? Another idea is to recreate significant moments from your relationship. Perhaps revisit the spot where you had your first date or take pictures at locations that hold special meaning for both of you. These nostalgic shoots can bring back cherished memories while creating new ones. No matter what type of couples photoshoot you choose, remember that it's all about capturing the essence of your relationship and showcasing your love in its truest form. Be yourselves, have fun together during the session, and trust in your photographer's vision – they will know how best to capture those perfect moments between the two of you. So go ahead and get creative! Explore different ideas that resonate with both of you as individuals while highlighting what makes your partnership so unique. The possibilities are endless when it comes to planning a memorable couples' photoshoot!

Dos and Don'ts for Dressing for a Photoshoot

When it comes to dressing for a couples photoshoot, there are definitely some dos and don'ts to keep in mind. These guidelines can help ensure that you both look your best and feel comfortable during the session. Do coordinate your outfits: While matching outfits can come across as cheesy or forced, coordinating colors and styles can create a cohesive and visually pleasing look. Choose complementary colors that work well together, such as warm tones like burgundy and mustard or cool tones like navy blue and blush pink. Don't wear busy patterns: Avoid wearing clothing with bold patterns or large logos as they can be distracting in photos. Opt for solid colors or subtle prints instead. Do consider the location: Take into account the setting of your photoshoot when choosing your outfits. If you're shooting outdoors in nature, earthy tones may blend well with the surroundings. For an urban shoot, bolder colors or trendy attire might make more sense. Don't forget about comfort: It's important to feel comfortable in what you're wearing so that it translates into relaxed poses and genuine smiles. Stick to clothing that fits well, allows freedom of movement, and doesn't require constant adjustment. Do accessorize thoughtfully: Accessories can add interest to your outfits but be careful not to go overboard. Simple jewelry or hats can enhance your look without overpowering it. Don't neglect grooming details: Pay attention to small details like clean nails, groomed hair, and fresh makeup if applicable. These little touches can elevate your overall appearance in the photos. Dressing appropriately for a couples photoshoot involves coordination rather than exact matching of outfits while considering factors such as location and comfort levels. By following these dos and avoiding the corresponding don’ts, you'll be able to showcase your connection as a couple while looking stylishly put-together!

Conclusion

When it comes to a couples photoshoot, what you wear can make all the difference in capturing beautiful and memorable moments. By carefully selecting outfits that coordinate well together, choosing a color scheme that suits your style and location, and considering factors like comfort and confidence, you can ensure that your photoshoot is a success. Remember, coordinating your outfits does not mean matching perfectly. Instead, aim for complementary colors and styles that showcase each of your personalities while still looking cohesive as a couple. Consider the type of photoshoot you're planning - whether it's casual or formal, indoors or outdoors - and let that guide your outfit choices. As for the keyword "T-shirts," they can be a versatile choice for many types of couples' photoshoots. Whether dressed up with accessories or kept simple for a more relaxed look, T-shirts offer endless possibilities to express yourselves while staying comfortable. Don't forget about practical considerations such as weather conditions and any specific guidelines provided by your photographer. And most importantly, have fun! Relaxing into the moment with outfits that make you feel confident will result in natural smiles and genuine connections captured on camera. So go ahead and start planning your couples photoshoot wardrobe today. With these tips in mind, you'll be sure to create stunning images that truly showcase your unique love story.

[mego42]

Hey! I know the survey is coming, but I’m still so confused about the order of the scenes for the car/bank bit. Since you think the “choice” one happened before they go in (right? I don’t remember which one you thought it was) either way, do you mind laying out how *you* think the order of events were?

AH YOU MEAN THE EMPIRICALLY CORRECT ORDER (hahahahaha no i’m jk, @foxmagpie​’s argument is extremely compelling)

that said, here’s the order i think it happened in:

1. the first car scene, beth going to get out of the car and rio asking if she’s really going to do this. 

2. the final car scene where beth tells him she feels like she has no choice and he tells her now she does

3. they go into the bank

4. they get pulled over

(if you’re new to the debate, @foxmagpie​’s order is 1, 3, 4, 2 which i can see mostly bc rio is a dramatique heaux who makes stupid ass choices around beth for the theatrics of it all)

rambling support for my reasoning under the cut.

i think it’s the above, though, for a couple of reasons:

1) i def think he calls her out pre-bank. first off, why else is beth taking off her seatbelt? they’re about to go in and do the thing. 

he’s known what’s up the whole ep (he literally handed her the pelican brief, one of the books the wire was behind, in the opening scene) and has been more or less sitting back with popcorn watching to see how far she’s really gonna go with it. he’s also been like, p blatantly telegraphing that to her too and getting increasingly more annoyed and incredulous the further she takes it. he doesn't need her to prove she’s committed to this charade bc she has time and time again throughout the ep and i think he’s p pissed off (and hurt, tbh) over it and he snaps.

2) once snapped, i personally think it would be especially stupid to go into the bank with her knowing she knows he knows (this is so deliciously convoluted) without some kind of indication she’s not going to quadruple cross someone (if the double-cross is betraying him, the triple cross is betraying the secret service, so betraying him again would be quadruple right? whatever this math checks out)

but again, to megan’s point, rio loves his theatrics. i wouldn’t disbelieve him being like GOT YOU, then making her go in while she’s losing her whole ass entire mind like WHAT DOES THAT MEAN THOUGH and not letting her off the hook until after.

3) but also the music. like. the music. 

4) rio looks so SMUG in the bank which, to megan’s point, could 1000000% believably be the fun of playing the secret service but i think there’s too much on the line with him and beth for him to be that complacent with it up in the air

5) beth’s whole MO in the bank, v subdued, v follow his lead. i’m sorry does that sound like a panicked and scrambling beth to you? that sounds like a beth who’s been (temporarily) defeated and is licking her wounds before figuring out her next move (bc like, for as much as i love her choosing him, that was obvs the only choice actually on the table when he’s LITERALLY IN THE CAR WITH HER and while i do think she actually is slow-mo choosing rio across a multi-ep arc that is almost certainly going to not last and end poorly, i don’t think it’s going to be straightforward and that quadruple cross is def coming up soon)

6) as for why beth looks so sketch in the pull over scene, while i do think rio made her pick pre-bank, i don’t think he told her what the whole scheme was. i don’t think. she had any clue what was in that bag and i lowkey think a part of her was p convinced the gun with her prints was in it and there was a good chance she was about to get arrested. (but the fingerprint! counterpoint: if you were beth and you’d seen rio wiggle out of everything he has, would you be 100% sure he wouldn’t say fuck it and try to wiggle out of that too?)

7) no but like seriously the music

8) also the matchy matchy crime marrieds shot that i’m apparently going to work into every post from here to eternity 

it’s called visual storytelling okay. it means stuff. obvs open to interpretation stuff or i wouldn’t be sitting here arguing for my interpretation against megan’s but it’s still a puzzle piece.

8) ummmmmmmmmmmm i think that’s all i’ve got. there might’ve been another thing but i’ve forgotten it

9) OH WAIT NO I REMEMBER the show. has an established history of chopping scenes up, pulling out key pieces of them and then circling back after the fact to recontextualize everything that’s happened since (201, 204, 213, etc etc or maybe that’s it? that’s all my brain’s coughing up rn) so it would not be out of character to save the end of the first scene for the end of the show to bookend everything that’s happened in between

10) okay that’s all for real kthxbye

[devildom-diaries]

Hiiii! Love your writting style 🙌🏻 Anyway, how would the bros react to mc out of nowhere dying their hair a crazy color :D

Aww thank you so much!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing 🥰

(Even if it’s just me simping over 2d characters 🥵)

Brothers react to MC suddenly dying their hair a crazy color

Lucifer

- Yikes 😳 he is not a happy camper

- Seeing as he often has to boss his brothers around, he also expects to do the same to you - hence the pissy reaction to you doing something without his permission first

- On the other hand though, he does enjoy a good lecture / punishment every now and again... So this gives him the perfect excuse to indulge

Mammon

- “Oi MC did’ya dye your hair or somethin’ ?!” Well yeah no shit Sherlock 🥴

- Didn’t think you could get any hotter but BOY DID YOU PROVE HIM WRONG

- Might bug you for not dying your hair to the same color as his, cause I think we can all tell by now that Mammon is a SIMP for matchy-matchy couple shit

Leviathan

- Takes him a while to notice since he assumes that you’re just wearing a cosplay wig

- But once he realizes... “Waahh MC you look exactly like (insert anime character name here) now!!”

- This leads to him immediately starting to work on making you a costume of that character to complete the look uwu

Satan

- Is definitely shocked and at a loss for words at first

- Don’t worry though, it’s not a bad shock. He’s just... surprised

- Thinks that you’re really ballsy and confident for being able to make such a huge change to your appearance so suddenly without giving a shit about what anyone else says which he thinks is sexy

Asmodeus

- Kinda hurt that you didn’t consult him at first since obviously he believes that his taste is elite

- He will come up with a way for you to make it up to him though 😏

- “But MCCCCCC, I wanna try all of those things with the new (insert hair color) haired MC!!”

Beelzebub

- Definitely blushes at first since he doesn’t really notice a lot of things, but this was kind of impossible NOT to notice and wow you look good

- Prepare for the food-of-the-same-color related nicknames e.g you went for yellow? You are now his lil’ french fry 🥰

- Ngl he will ask if he can eat it, that’s pretty much inevitable

Belphegor

- Wakes up to you with a completely different hair color and doesn’t even reali- WAIT WHAT I’M AWAKE

- Asks if you like it and will just respond with “me too” when you say that you do, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks cause he thinks you’re cute and is glad that you’re happy with it

- Lowkey teases you for getting so much dye stained onto your neck though like bruv have you ever heard of VaSeLiNe??!

[abraxos-is-toothless]

This is my piece for the @aftgexchange and is for @kaijuusandkryptids! I really loved all of your prompts and had no idea which on to choose but I settled on Matchy Couples Costumes. I really hope I did it justice:) Pairing were difficult to choose too but I went with Renison, something I have not written but there is some Kevin and Allison friendship for you!!

Enjoy and I really hope you like it<333

Warnings: implied sexual content, I never go into too much detail really.

Edit from in my drafts: Tumblr wouldnt let me post and that’s why it is a bit late, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.

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Halloween was one of Allison’s favourite times of the year, mostly because she got to play dress up. The parties were fun, eating a bunch of candy without a care was a bonus but fuck, getting to dress up in a matching costume with her ridiculously beautiful girlfriend was the best part. This year, Renee had agreed to let Allison surprise her with their outfits so now, she was currently walking around a very extravagant costume store with an incredibly grouchy Kevin Day. The makeup she wanted had already been tossed into Kevin’s arms, along with a few tubes of glitter she thought would look perfect on Neil. “Seriously Allison, why can’t you carry your own shit?” She rolled her eyes, thoroughly done with the asshole’s whining tone.

“Because I need to use my hands to search for things, Day. And also, it means you can’t stop me from choosing your costume this year.” Kevin hadn’t dressed up last year when even Andrew fucking Minyard had. Allison was not allowing any bullshit this year. When he opened his mouth to quite obviously complain, she threw a set of sparkly fishnets in his face. “Shut the fuck up, you’re doing it. You promised.” The two of them had become very good friends over the last two years or so and honestly, he was a lot more fun than she’d first thought. They were sneaky with making bets about the other Foxes; they would help each other with their outfits for the day and would also gang up on sweet baby Neil when he wouldn’t eat properly. The two of them made quite a formidable team.

“Fine, just, nothing too out there. I don’t want to spend hours trying to take off while I’m drunk.” Allison nodded in satisfaction, planning on not listening to what he just said, at all. They were just passing through the ‘Superheroes’ section when her eyes snagged on something, causing her to smirk. It was a Captain America costume, the fabric tight but stretchy, which would show off the body Kevin worked so hard to keep. It also came with fancy boots, a weird belt and most importantly, the shield. She squealed internally, pulling it all off of the rack and handing it to Kevin who grimaced slightly but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“We��ll have to find you some better underwear or you’ll be able to see it under the costume. That or you could just not wear any?”

“I’m not going commando, Ali.” She gave a very bored sigh.

“No fun. Now come, I need to go to the couples section.” Her heels clicked against the floor as she dragged Kevin across the store, grabbing odd accessories and things just in case she needed them in the future. You never know when a girl might need fake glasses.

All of the matching costumes were either very cliché or ones that nearly all couples used every single year. Allison could make their costumes of course, but it was a week and a half away and she just did not have the time for that this year. Maybe next year she and Renee could make them together.

She was just beginning to think that none of the costumes in front of her were any good when her eyes caught on a Sexy Cop outfit and an Inmate outfit right next to it. They were pretty cute and the Cop came with a range of accessories, including the main thing that Allison was drawn to. Handcuffs. The two of them had been experimenting in their sex life lately, trying new things and the thought of one of them being tied up was very appealing. Allison grabbed both costumes and chucked them at Kevin who raised a dark brow at her choice. “I thought you were going for something different than everyone’s usual this year?”

“Don’t question me, Kev.” With a flick of her hand they were moving again, piling everything up at the checkout. The poor cashier’s eyes widened at the array of items before putting them all through. Kevin tried to pay for his own before she glared at him, handing him all of their bags as she put everything on her card.

On the drive home, they stopped to get food for the whole team, Kevin complaining about all of the calories and that they should get something healthier to which he received a smack of the back of his head. When they got back to the tower, everyone was gathered in the neutral zone of Matt, Aaron and Nicky’s room, per request after she had Kevin text that they were bringing food. Andrew and Neil were curled up on a beanbag together, causing Allison to wink at Neil, receiving a glare from the monster in return. Matt and Dan were throwing peanuts into each other’s mouths while Nicky kept some kind of score. Aaron had his nose buried in a textbook as he always did. Last, but definitely not fucking least, her gorgeous Renee was dutifully clearing up any stray peanuts that did not make into mouths. “I have arrived you heathens, except you baby,” she smiled at her girlfriend who blushed in return, “and I bring good food and some little gifts.” Aaron’s head shot up at the mention of food, getting up to form a circle on the floor with the rest of them.

It was all devoured quickly, Nicky stating that he was now to live on the couch, too full to move. Allison ignored the over dramatic idiot as she passed Kevin’s bag to him before rifling through the rest. She pulled out the fishnets she’d picked up and chucked them at Dan. “For you babes. Matt can’t take his eyes off of you when you wear them.”

“Damn straight, she’s fucking stunning in them.” Matt grinned at his girlfriend, putting his arm around her shoulder. Next she grabbed a bag of ghost shaped marshmallows and passed them over to Andrew. He simply nodded quickly before tearing open the bag, staring at Kevin as he should three into his mouth. Neil caught the tube of glitter she threw, looking down at it confused.

“You looked good the last time I put it on you, Josten. Andrew likes it too.” The blonde glared at the tube, the tips of his ears turning pink.

Renee moved over to tuck herself into Allison’s side and tried to look in the bag that held their costumes. She quickly covered Renee’s eyes with her hand. “Ali, can’t I see what you got us?” Leaning down, she pressed her lips to the shell of her girlfriend’s ear and whispered;

“That’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait until Halloween.” Renee shivered, pulling the hand over her eyes away from her face, tilting her face up and Allison couldn’t stop herself from placing a kiss on her perfectly pink lips. She never wanted to stop kissing her, because kissing Renee made her feel as though she was the luckiest girl in the world. She always let out a little, contented sigh when their lips touched and if Allison were standing, her knees would have given out.

Halloween was going to be a very fun night.

oOoOo

There was one hour until the party started and Allison had never been so excited. Renee laughed from her seat on the bed as Allison pulled the bag with their costumes in from the wardrobe. Turning, she held the bag in front of her chest and asked Renee, “Do you want to be the bad guy or the good guy?” Renee’s smile dropped slightly and her eyes took on a sort of faraway look. When she spoke, it was almost inaudible, as if she didn’t want anyone to hear.

“I like to think I’m the good guy, now.” It made Allison’s chest feel tight, her heart breaking at the tinge of sadness in the other woman’s voice. She knew that Renee still struggled with her past, still struggled to accept that she wasn’t that person anymore but Allison was always there to help her, to remind her. She knew exactly who Renee was and she didn’t care about any of the things she had to do before.

“Love?” Renee looked back to her apologetically, realising she’d gone off into her head again. Allison pulled both costumes from the bag, holding them out in front of her. “You want to be a Sexy Cop or a Cute Inmate? If you’re the Inmate I get to put you into cuffs.” She wiggled her brows, relishing in the way her girlfriend’s cheeks turned pink and she ducked her head.

 “I think I would like to be the Inmate, if that’s alright with you?” She mumbled, looking up at Allison from under her lashes. Allison bit her lip and Renee’s eyes darkened. Standing from her spot on the bed, she walked the short distance to Allison slowly, gently taking the costume from her hands. “I’m going to go and get ready with Dan or else we won’t be going to that party at all.” She winked and was out of the room before Allison had the chance to say anything back. Letting out an unsteady breath, she layed the costume out on the bed, stripping herself of everything until she was bare. Walking over to her draws she caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror. There were still a few hickeys littering her body. Some lighter, almost yellows ones on her hips and thighs, and a few much darker, purple looking ones on her neck and shoulder. She loved seeing Renee’s marks on her, loved feeling the tingles when she ran her fingers over them lightly. It reminded her that she was wanted, that she was cherished.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she continued her way over to the set of draws in her room, pulling out a set of lacy red underwear knowing it was a set Renee favoured. If the night ended the way she wanted, she was going to get to tease her girlfriend endlessly. The costume came with fishnets which were pulled on first, followed by the tiny little shorts and cropped shirt. The belt was a little awkward at first, but Allison managed to get it on, attaching the cuffs, a fake radio and what looked to be a fake taser. Allison put her hair up into a high ponytail that swung from side to side as she walked and she finished the whole thing off with a pair of black, leather thigh high boots. She had only ever worn these once for some stupid outing but they fit perfectly with what she was wearing now. She also remembered the heated look she received from Renee last time, so it was an easy choice to make. Her look would not be as extravagant as it could be and she rummaged around for some of the new makeup she had bought on her shopping trip with Kevin. There were still a few tubes of glitter left, including blue which she decided to put a light layer of across her collar bones. She noticed she'd also managed to pick up a can of spray glitter for her hair in gold. Well, she was already glowing anyway; why not glow a little more?

With a last, quick glance over her form in the mirror, Allison nodded to herself, proud of what she achieved. She looked fucking hot and no one could tell her otherwise. Pulling her phone from its charger to check the time, she was shocked to find that there was still a half hour left until the party, and at least an extra twenty minutes before people really started to show up. Usually, it took her at least an hour to deem herself fit to be seen by people, other than the rest of the Foxes who had undoubtedly seen her in worse conditions. With time to spare, she ventured of to Andrew, Kevin and Neil’s dorm, by passing the sound of Dan and Renee laughing from within Dan’s room. She wanted their reveals to be a surprise, to watch as her girlfriend ran her eyes over Allison’s form and to feel the shivers that wracked over her skin as a result. She knocked lightly on the boys’ door, waiting for the soft ‘come in’ before entering. There would be no making that mistake, ever again. Andrew was on the sofa, a rainbow lollipop in his mouth, staring directly at Neil. The redhead looked close to drooling at the sight. Neil jumped and stood quickly when Allison cleared her throat, causing her to whistle lowly at the sight. He was wearing a tight, long black dress that scrapes the floor a little as he moved. There were two slits down the sides that exposed his runners’ legs and the sleeve straps hung off his shoulders. “Neil, baby, what are you dressed as?”

The boy blushed, looking down at his feet as he mumbled, “Andrew says he wanted me to be a ‘damsel in distress’ because apparently he’s always saving my ass.”

She looked to Andrew with a raised brow. “So you are his ‘knight in shining armour’?” There was a scoff from the tiny blonde man.

“I have no fucking idea what you mean.” He grumbled, despite the fact Allison could clearly see the fake armour he had on, including a fake sword laying next to him on the couch.

“So you just wanted to see how hot he looked in a pretty dress, then?” She smirked. Hazel eyes glared at her before Andrew returned to his lollipop.

Neil coughed as if clearing his throat, blush still staining his cheeks. “You might want to go help Kev, he’s been complaining for a while about his costume.”

Allison rolled her eyes but nodded, moving towards the bedroom. When she walked in, Kevin was trying and failing, miserably, to zip up the stupid suit. “Hey idiot, why didn’t you just ask for help?”

Kevin just huffed before turning his back to her, gesturing that she should do it instead. When he was all zipped, she clipped the belt around his waist before handing him the shield. He looked damn good and if she wasn’t happily in love with the girl of her dreams, Allison would have been all up on that. “Spectacular Kev, you look really good.”

“You look really great too, Ali. Renee is going to love it.” More voices sounded from the other room, indicating more people had joined them. Allison heard Matt first, shouting something before he laughed at something. Nicky’s screeching soon followed, most likely having spotted what Neil was dressed in. If Matt had arrived, that meant Dan and Renee would have come over with him. Allison’s nerves picked up at the realisation, wanting to rush out there and show Renee what she had on and to see how Renee looked in an orange jumpsuit.

“I know how I look Kevin. Not great, I look fucking amazing.” He laughed, shaking his head as he threw an arm over her shoulder. They walked out together like that until Kevin joined Matt when he was offered a beer. The warmth of his arm disappeared but it was soon replaced with a different kind. The kind of warmth that only a lover could give. Allison’s eyes found Renee immediately, her jaw dropping slightly, heat pooling low in her belly. The jumpsuit fit her girlfriend in all of the right places, tight enough to show that beautiful figure but not so tight that it was restricting. As she ran her gaze over her body, Allison zeroed in on Renee’s left wrist, where she had secured the cuffs so that they dangled. As if she had broken free. If so much work hadn’t been put into this night, Allison would have already dragged Renee back to her room and not let her leave until morning. Her thoughts were interrupted as a soft hand took hold of one of her own, fingers interlacing. Tilting her head down just slightly, Allison watched Renee bring a cup to her mouth and sip carefully, and then pull it away, the tip of her tongue poking out to lick her bottom lip. Allison couldn’t stop the quiet little noise she let slip. Her girlfriend chuckled lowly before asking innocently, “Ready to party, A?”

Hell fucking yeah, she was.

oOoOo

It was midnight and almost everyone was either passed out or incredibly drunk. Allison had thought they all would have lasted at least another few hours, but it seems some had started drinking before they had even got to the party. She was currently sitting in one of the two arm chairs, Renee draped across her lap with an arm around her waist, who was laughing at Nicky trying to dance with Kevin. The latter had just tried to lower the former into a back dip; until he dropped him. Nicky only looked upset for a moment before he burst out in laughter. Matt was forming some kind of speech in all of the ways he loved his ‘most precious Danielle’ whilst the girl in question tried to shut him up. Aaron was tucked off in one of the corners making out with his cheerleader, and Allison hoped to god they went back to one of their rooms before the two of them started fucking right in front of everyone. Neil and Andrew had disappeared a few minutes ago with a soft ‘goodnight’. She had the faintest impression that Andrew was thoroughly done with the way Neil kept teasing him in that sinful dress.

She was just about to ask Renee if she’d like another drink when her girlfriend leaned in to trail kisses up her neck. Her breath hitched, catching in her throat when Renee reached that soft spot just below her jaw. The hand Allison had on Renee’s thigh tightened and she bit her lip against a moan when teeth grazed the skin of her ear. “You want to get out of here now, Ali?” All she could do was nod, letting out a breath as they stood and Allison grabbed hold of the cuffs, dragging her girlfriend from the room, ignoring the wolf whistles from the other Foxes.

The journey from the basement back up to their dorm room passed in seconds with how eager they both were to finally be alone. The minute they were safely inside of Allison’s room with the door closed, she had Renee pressed against it, hands pinned above her head as their lips crashed together. Renee tasted sweet, like apples and raspberries from the drink she’d had and her body was pliant and soft underneath Allison’s hands. She gasped when there was a bite to her lip and Renee took that chance to deepen the kiss, realising sounds that had her thighs rubbing together. With a quick tug on the smaller girls’ wrists, Allison dragged them both backwards towards the bed, turning them at the last minute so that Renee was laid out underneath her. Stripping Renee slowly, she ran her lips and tongue over soft, pale skin as it was exposed gradually, inch by inch. Allison loved the sound of Renee moaning. They weren’t forced, fake and ridiculously high pitched. They were quiet, music to her ears and most importantly real, letting her know that Renee enjoyed the things she was doing. When Allison had her girlfriend bare beneath her, she pulled Renee’s left wrist up to the headboard, followed by the other and looped the cuff through it but not trapping her yet.

Breathless and panting she asked, “Where are the keys, baby?”

“In your bra.” Her eyes widened, before they narrowed when Renee smirked.

“When the fuck did you put them in there?”

“When you were too focused on the feel of my hand between your thighs, but nowhere near where you wanted it to be.” And with that, Allison closed the cuffs around her other wrist. She leaned down slowly, stopping when their lips were a hair's breadth away so that when she spoke, Renee could both feel and hear it.

“Someone has been very, very bad.”

“I’m so sorry officer, is there anything I can do?”

“Lie still like a good girl for me, will you?” Allison waited for a nod of confirmation before she pulled away, retreating to stand at the foot of the bed. Strip teases had always been fun to her, she loved the way Renee groaned and let out soft pleas for her to speed everything up, but tonight she wouldn’t.

Every movement was slow and deliberate, leaving her in her lacy red bra and panties before she crawled back over Renee who was now letting out frustrated whimpers. From there on out kisses, touches and everything in between stayed slow, at the exact pace Allison wanted for the night.  Her girlfriend was writhing beneath her as her had disappeared between two porcelain coloured thighs, the strength of them revealed when Renee tried to close them.

Renee fell apart and was pushed over that cliff's edge over and over again by Allison’s clever hands mouth, and even filthy, encouraging words that were whispered in her ear. She watched her girlfriend fall limp against silky sheets, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Pulling the key from her bra, she reached up and released Renee, caressing her wrists gently as she fell onto her side next to her. Renee tried to reach for her, tried to pull her closer, eager to return the favour But Allison shook her head.

“But you haven’t-”

“And I’m okay Ren, I wanted this to be about you.”

“Ali...”

“Hush. Time to rest now.” She tucked a few sweaty strands of hair behind Renee’s ear before lazily dragging her fingers up and down the girl’s back. The touch did as it was intended to do and soon enough, Renee’s breathing had evened out, tucking her head into the crook of Allison’s neck with their legs tangled together.

She would never understand how she got this lucky but was so fucking grateful that she was. Renee was the light of her life, the one she loved most and Allison would do everything she possibly could to show her, to prove that she deserved her. Placing one last kiss to the crown of Renee’s head, Allison let herself drift, content and comfortable in protective arms that were always there to hold her when she needed them most.

Happy Halloween, indeed.

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Really hope you liked it!! :D

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Best Of Me || K.TH ||

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst, Spy au!

Summary: You've hated Taehyung for as long as you can remembered. But what happens when you're both get teamed up for a mission and Taehyung turns out to not be as bad ad you've expected?

Wordcount: 3.2K ( this was suplosed to be a drabble from like 500- 1k word drabble but it got out of hand oops.)

" You have to be kidding me!" -Your first reaction as you heard the news.

The man across from you smirks.

"C'mon Y/N. You're lucky, not everyone has the luck to get a piece of me."  - Taehyung

You couldn't believe you were assigned as Taehyung's date for this mission.

Yes, this mission was important, but you didn't want to be doing this with him.

" It's only for one mission Y/N. And I have already decided." Namjoon looks at you from beside Taehyung.

" You know that I have something against him, why are you putting us in a team?" You ask him.

" You both may hate each other, but your fighting styles complement each other. And this mission is important. The maknae line of the inner circle is going, and that includes the both of you." Namjoon explains as if it's obvious.

And so you simply huff and walk away while excusing yourself.

Tough it sounds as if you're part of a gang, you're actually part of one if the national spy organisations, Bighit to be exact.

You and Taehyung have been in this organisation since forever, and you've always had a thing against each other.

It started with him beating you on a test, and since then you always had this competition going on.

You had never worked together.

Until two weeks from now.

Taehyung was feeling the opposite of you.

He liked how competitive you were in trying to beat him, but he too tough you could make a good team.

He was excited to work with you, and hoped that you two could maybe become friends. Or maybe more...?

He blushed as the last tough crossed his mind and smiled up at the ceiling.

"What are you smiling about?" Jungkook, his roommate asks as he just came out of the shower.

Taehyung just shakes his head, simply answering him with a 'nothing'.

You go shopping with a few of your frirnds next week.

You don't know what the mission is about yet, but you do know that it's formal, so you use the excuse to go shopping for a dress.

" I ship it." Your best friend states as you told her everything.

" No-"

"Yes, you two look great together. You're just too stubborn to admit it." She says as you roll your eyes.

Your best friend knows you're a spy, in fact she kind of knows everything about you.

" Well what are you waiting for, let's go to that fancy store." She smiles as you both go to the store to try dresses on.

Taehyung happened to be in that same mall too, with his friends Jungkook and Jimin.

He was about to get a suit.

So did Jimin and Jungkook who were also assigned to the mission.

He and the boys walked by the shop you and your best friend were at, when Jimin spotted you.

And Taehyung saw you with a dress on and realized,

You were actually pretty.

Especially when you showed off your curves a bit.

Meanwhile you were complaining about your dress to your best friend.

" Are you serious? I think I might explode with how tight this is." You tell her.

" Fine, try something else on." She huffs at you and you smile back at her.

When you hear the bell of the store, you and your friend both turn to see Taehyung and his boys.

And you just hoped that he would pretend to not know you.

But then he really goes-

" Hi, that's my date and I wondered if you could get us something that matches?" He smiles at the saleslady.

And she smiles and turns to you.

You smile awkwardly and wave to Taehyung trough gritted teeth.

Because you cannot pretend to not know him, considering the fact that you never know when there's other spies around.

" Ah, I see. So this is your date?" The saleslady smiles at you.

And you can see she's excited to put you in something that will match with him.

When she asks you two if any of you prefer a color, you smirk at Taehyung and tell her a soft pink would be nice.

However much to your dissapointment Taehyung smiles at the saleslady too and really goes-

" I don't mind, just whatever color she would like." He winks at you at the end.

And you're so suprised by this that you just blink.

You turn to your best friend for support, and to make it worse, she too winks at you.

Before she does the absolute worse.

" The boys and I have a few errands to run, so we'll meet you two later." She smiles before taking Jimin and Jungkook with her.

You don't know if this is a good or bad thing.

You can't believe she really abandons you like this.

The saleslady is so happy that she ends up showing you and Taehyung a bunch of dresses.

And you realize that this will feel more like you're trying on wedding dresses or something.

You get a certain feeling on the tough of getting married to him, and you don't really know if that's disgust or something more passionate.

You think some of the dresses are very nice, but Taehyung doesn't, and you end up fitting a few of the ones he and you agree on.

The first few dresses you try are a no for you.

The third dress is a no from him.

But the fourth dress, takes both of your breath away.

It's a baby pink dress with lace on the top and it kind of sprinkels into a soft flowy skirt.

You end up picking that one before helping Taehyung pick out his suit.

You end up being a bit more picky about his suit fitting, just because.

He ends up only fitting two suits.

One white one, and altough he did look good in it, he disagrees.

Because, " It's not matchy enough with her dress." He really said.

And the saleslady finds it so cute that she abandons you two for a moment.

You and Tae are both shook because of her sudden dissapearance.

But a moment later she comes back with a white suit jacket which had the same lace design on one part of the jacket.

The lace was coincidentally also a light pink.

He tries it on, and this one looks even better on him.

He ends up picking that one.

When you look at the saleslady with a quistioning look, she kind of just smiles sadly and suddenly drops a tear.

And then she tells you two.

" They were supposed to be for my daughter and her prom date, I designed them myself. But they passed away in an accident before they could see them." She said.

And you and Taehyung switch glances.

Because even tough the moment feels magical, you two were still faking the relationship.

You open your mouth to stutter something out, but Taehyung beats you to it.

" Are you sure you want to give this to us?" He asks.

She nods.

" Yes, in fact I'm proud to give them to you two." She smiles almost motherly.

You two decide to both pay half of the prices.

And the lady smiles as you two leave, even waving you off.

Taehyung takes you hand and pulls you a tiny bit closer as you walk away from the store as you two leave to search for your friends.

And suprisingly, you don't mind it.

And therefore don't stop him.

The next time you two see each other is when there's a meeting about the mission.

Namjoon is happy that you two seemed to have stopped arguing, and catches Taehyung sneak a few peeks at you.

He tells you what the mission is, and it's less easy as what you had hoped for.

You hoped that you would stop some kind of deal or something.

But no.

The mansion the party is at has a lot of rooms, and the people there often use them to hook up.

Your part of the mission is to have a man by the name of Michael in one specific room, and to knock him out.

Taehyung's job is to protect you for when things go south without being spotted.

You two will stay in a hotel for three  days.

Starting the day before the party, to act as if you're from America.

Jimin and Jungkook both have different missions, tough at the same party.

After that meeting, you realize Taehyung had started working out more.

You realize it because he's almost always in the gym as you are.

And he's gotten bit bulkier, which you accidentally realize on your way to your seat in the plane.

You were originally seated next to Jungkook, but he had swapped tickets with Taehyung because

" It'd be better if we act as couples now already." - His words.

If you were still the same person as before the shopping trip, you would have hated you life now, or had threatened Jungkook.

But you don't, because ever since that shopping trip, Taehyung has started looking at you with a different look in his eyes.

You do too, but you don't realize it.

Your best friend did when you found her by the food court later in the shopping trip, and hasn't stopped teasing you ever since.

Anyway, you realized Taehyung had really bulked up, because some guy almost knocked you over in the small space between the seats in the plane.

And you fall straight into Taehyung, who doesn't budge and catches you.

Literally, he doesn't move a centimeter.

He smiles at you between his arms.

And he really goes:

" It appears you have fallen for me." He bites his lip.

You just smack him on his side, where one of your arms is awkwardly stuck.

And realize he's toned there too.

You try to ignore it

" Don't flatter yourself." You mumble as you wringle yourself out of his grip.

He just winks at you and sits down in his seat.

The plane ride goes without a problem

You do fall asleep though, your head falling on Taehyung's shoulder.

He was watching a movie while you were falling asleep.

But once he feels your weight on his shoulder, and turns to see you asleep, he decides to join you.

And so he makes himself comfortable, grabs you hand and joins you in your slumber.

When you wake up you've almost landed.

And when you try to lift your head you realize you can't.

When you see Taehyung's hair in front of your eyes, and smell his cologne, you realize it's him.

You don't mind it, and realize right then and there, that you might like him.

Especially when you see your two hands intertwined and like the feeling of it being gently held by him.

You wake him up five minutes later, and strangely enough, he listens.

You were suprised he did, because you've heard from Jungkook, who's also his roommate, that Taehyung's often hard to wake up.

When you get off the plane and grab your bags, it's already midnight.

And by the time you're finally in the hotel room, it's three in the morning.

And you're roommates with Taehyung, but you don't really give a damn at this tine of the night.

So you just get changed into your sleepwear and brush your teeth before lying down on the bed.

Taehyung joins you after doing his nightly routine and smiles at you.

" You look cute like this." He mutters to you,  pecking your forehead.

You just grumble in response, and before you can say think of the meaning behind his actions he turns off the light  and wishes you a goodnight.

The next day is full of training and acting casual.

The day after is the day of the mission.

And you're a little nervous, but so is everyone else.

When you wake up, the first thing you see is Taehyung shirtless.

And you blush and act like you're asleep again.

" I know you're awake." Taehyung tells you after a few moments and you keep quiet.

" Stop acting, you can't be this pink because of a dream." Taehyung tells you, and you can practically hear his smirk.

And so you groan and get up.

When you open your eyes again, Taehyung's still not wearing a shirt.

He sees you glancing at his chest and to your suprise he just smirks at you and goes

" Like what you see? Well don't worry, I'm all yours girlfriend."

You don't know if you should take him serious or not.

Until 2 in the afternoon you train together.

Afterwards you each shower before going to grab dinner.

Jungkook and the others are down in the restaurant while you and Tae are in the mood for takeout.

So you get some from a nearby Mackey D's.

And eat together in the hotel room.

It's comfortable and feels kind of domestic.

You both watch a movie while eating.

Princess and the frog to be precise. ( it's your favorite.)

And you're once again so far pulled into the movie, you don't see Taehyung stealing glances and smiling softly at you.

Until he suddenly stands up from a side chair and walks over to you once he's done eating and lifts your legs, who were thrown comfortably on the couch, on his lap.

He moves your empty food boxes on the table too and simply holds your hand and smiles at you before letting your interwined hands rest in your lap.

You look at him for a moment and he takes that as a negative reaction.

But when he tries to pull his hand away from yours, you hold onto him.

" So what are we now exactly?" You ask, because you know he won't break the comfortable silence.

" Well, I don't know. But I would like to tey dating after tonight."

He tells you softly as he just stares shyly at your still intertwined hands.

You realize that this was probably the first time you've seen him so shy.

" I'd like that." You blush while telling him.

You both smile and stare at each other for a moment before returning to watching the movie.

And by the time the movie's done, it's time to get ready.

And you dissapear in the bathroom to do your makeup, your dress is also hanging there so you'll change in there and Taehyung will get changed in the main part of the hotelroom.

You decide on a soft natural look as the dress is popping enough.

When you're done you put your hair in a fancy bun with a fancy little necklace like thing around it.

When you put your dress on, you get stuck on a certain part of th dress' zipper.

You realize you'll need Tae to help you with it.

And so you knock on the bathroom door and ask him if he's done.

He tells you he is, and when you open the door he really isn't yet.

He's still working on a few buttons of his shirt, but looks up from his blouse when he hears the door open.

" Can you zip me up? It seems like it's stuck." You ask him.

He smiles at you and nods as you turn around.

And after messing with it, he zips it all the way.

He steps back as you turn around and smiles brightly at you.

" You look beautiful." He smiles as he bites his lip and looks you up and down.

You blush and thank him.

" Aren't you supposed to do your blouse?" You wink at him as he stops drooling over you.

" Right."

And then you watch him struggle with his tie once he's all buttoned up.

For like five minutes.

You decide to help him out once he starts thinking about tying the tie in a bowtie and considering to go like that.

" Thanks. Where'd you learn to do this?" He asks as he watches you tie it.

" My brother's stubborn, so I used to do it for him." You shrugg and he nods.

Afterwards you both go down to the lobby of the hotel and meet the others there.

Everyone looks beautiful and together you move to the garage where you have three cars standing.

One for you and Tae, another for Jimin and his 'date' and another for Jungkook, who's going as bachelor.

You're all tense, because this is an important mission and none of you want to mess this up.

"Well, we'll see each other around." Jungkook mutters before moving to the Mercedes.

You arrive way to fast for your liking, and Taehyung parks the Peugeot Onyx before jogging over to your side of the car and helping you out, being a true gentleman.

" Are you ready?" He asks you as you both stand in front of the mansion.

You take a deep breath before nodding and walking up the stairs with him.

The first bit of the night goes easy for both of you.

It's really just staying close to each other and letting Taehyung do most of the talking.

But then the suspect arrives and you force yourself to relax under his disgusting stare.

And greet him with a forced smile as he greets you while checking you out with no shame.

You feel Taehyung tighten his grip on you.

And you glance at him to try and get him to calm down.

Getting the man in the spot you want him too is easier than both of you have realized.

Because he's more stupid than anyone you've ever met as you manage to lead him on with just a wink and nodding in the direction of the stairs as you 'excuse yourself to go to the bathroom'.

Taehyung gets the clue and excuses himself 'to get some drinks'.

On the way to the room ( second in the right hallway on the second floor),the man tries to push you up against the wall more than once.

Luckily you manage to slip from his grip by simple touches like running your fingers over his jaw.

And once you step in the room, the man follows, but is soon knocked out by Taehyung who was standing behind the door.

And you huff because,

" We could have asked him questions before sending him off you know."

But he simply scoffs in return.

" We can do that later, I don't like the way he was looking you up earlier."

And that was an answer you didn't expect.

However before you could react, both Jungkook and Jimin run into the room.

" We'll explain later, for now we have to go!" Jimin tells the both of you.

And you and Taehyung share glances before following after Jimin, his date and Jungkook, leaving the suspect behind.

Jimin doesn't explain anything until all of you are in Jungkook's hotelroom.

However, the words that leave his mouth are beyond what both you and Taehyung could have ever expected.

Because, " Bighit is taken over by JYP. Namjoon and Jin made it out, but I believe that we're the last hope currently standing."

And none of you know what to do.

-

Btw this was the dress I had in mind and the way her hair was styled:

[haikyupid]

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Hello! May I please order a Dalgona Matchup Latte? 😌 I’m an Aries and my Myers-Brigg is ISTP. At first I might seem shy but once I open up it’s impossible to shut me up but that doesn’t mean that I will hesitate to kill someone if they deserve it. I generally speak my mind whether people like it or not so I’m quite blunt. I hate routines, they bore me. I’m impatient and short tempered and I hate being tied down or told what to do. You never have to guess where you stand with me, as I will always let you know. In love, I’m more of a one-on-one person. I can never get too much attention or solo time with my s/o. I’ll try to put my partner first in all matters, and I expect the same in return. That doesn’t mean I’m a pushover though since, like I said, I’m not into being suffocated or controlled. I just love attention (giving and receiving), and I want to share my most intimate side with someone I can trust. As you can tell, I’m a huge hopeless romantic and I dig cliches as long as they don’t make me cringe. I’m a night owl I tend to go to sleep late. I love taking on leadership roles and being challenged since I’m very competitive. I’m actually quite taller than average females, my height being 5’8”. I like reading, listening to music, working out if I don’t feel lazy or if i feel like it, going out with my friends. I’ve played volleyball and basketball for my school teams but I quit because how toxic the teams have become. Now I only play them for fun. Thank you so much for this and I hope I managed to follow all of the instructions. 💞

Thank you for ordering and following the instructions, you’ve made Kyupid very happy! Dalgona Matchup Latte coming right up— oh, and I think I already mentioned something about the side effects; so I matcha up with ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

➞ this relationship is just filled with love; that sounds like an obvious thing to have in a relationship, but this is just different — you both take ‘i can’t picture the future without you’ to a whole new level

➞ he falls for you first, and he fell hard; at that point, he just knew that there was no turning back, you were the one periodt

➞ he probably realized it when you suddenly stopped blabbering after you realized that he was just staring at you intently and got a bit flustered; all he could think about was ‘no, please don’t stop talking to me. i want to see your eyes sparkle more, i want to hear your voice more, i want you to be happy around me more. i want to be one of the reasons behind that heavenly laugh of yours. i want to see that beautiful smile of yours… for the rest of my life’

➞ of course he wanted you to be his, but even if you didn’t see him like that, he still wanted you to be a part of his life — that’s how important you became to him

➞ he will give you all of his love and attention; he’ll definitely voice out how much he loves that you’re quite clingy, he’ll even ask for you to not hold back with it

➞ expect to be treated like a princess; you’re literally gonna be spoiled with everything, whether it’s gifts or affection, you name it, it’s all yours

➞ he may need you to initiate the majority of your guys’ convos since he’s afraid that he might say something wrong (he’s canonically blunt, taunting, and have no filter) so bear with him, he’s still trying to be more sociable since he isn’t really experienced in that department (skdkskdk it hurt writing that)

➞ sometimes it’s obvious who loves the other one more between most couples; but with y’all? nuh-uh, y’all are just pure on simps for each other and it’s mad obvious to everyone; literally expect everyone at shiratorizawa to have made a ship name for y’all already, like it’s just that obvious

➞ semi will probably say, “look, it’s y/n” just to distract tendou, and mans will always look even if he knew that you were on vacay with your parents in a another country, like he’s just so whipped—

➞ i think because he’s very clueless when it comes to love, he resorts to watching romance movies to maybe learn a thing or two that may impress you

➞ but bby is so pure and innocent, he mostly copies the ones from disney; his fav would be the lady and the tramp spaghetti scene

“…what’re you doing?”

“i’m fhying thfwo be romanthwic.”

“what?”

“i said i was trying to be romantic 🥺 that was the last noodle… now we can’t be like dogs in love.”

“hey, how about we copy ellie and carl’s love story, hm?”

“…sato, she ends up dead.”

“well clearly not that part; but i want to live happily ever after with you. just us, and mini-me’s running around our front yard, while we just hold hands on the porch and drink our tea— what i’m trying to say is, i’ll marry you in the future, so wait until then, alright?”

➞ dates will include midnight escapades to the park to play some sports or just to sit on the slides and stargaze; spontaneous trips to tokyo literally right after school; pet store dates where you’ll see how caring and sweet he actually is; he’ll probably pull out a wagon and tell you to get on it, and you’ll probably just make everyone in your neighborhood smile and remember that love exists when they hear just a bunch of laughs and giggles, and they look outside to see you two and see how tendou looks at you with pure love in his eyes while he’s pulling you around the block like i— uwu, just uwu

➞ expect tendou to turn mundane things into competitions like, “baby, i bet i can slurp this juice box faster than you” and he’ll just completely fawn over how you suddenly have this glint in your eyes and you just look so beautiful to him

➞ you’re always showered with affection, but doesn’t mean that he doesn’t give you your space when needed

➞ he is not at all controlling; like literally unless you’re doing something that may cause you harm, then mans won’t interfere until you tell him to

wanna wear a tight dress? “of course, babe, you look breathtaking as always.”

wanna change your appearance? “ooh, a surprise! i’m all for this, sweetie. should i change mine too, so we could be matchy-matchy if you want?”

wanna hang out with a couple of friends, “you don’t need to ask me for permission, but i really appreciate it. go have fun, baby, and tell me all about it when you get home.”

➞ he may get jealous when you talk about your guy friends though, but he won’t stop you from hanging out with them (you’re not his property, and he’s very aware of that) he’ll most likely just pout and be like “but i’m your baby, right?”

➞ he gets insecure because of his past, he’ll end up thinking that you’re too perfect for him and that he doesn’t deserve you; so please give him all the affection and love that he’s starved of (or i’ll pull and steal ur mans, bby boo)

➞ just know that he’s very grateful to have you in his life; even if you do end up rejecting him, he’ll accept everything just for you to always be a part of his life even if you end up just being a friends

➞ btw, your height? damn, he literally thinks it’s so sexy, and the fact that he can literally just kiss you without having to worry about neck or back pains? he will literally end up peppering you with kisses, like legit you might end up suffocating (good luck with that, bby 😌✌️)

➞ i think you might be wearing the pants in the relationship…

➞ but anyways, you and tendou just radiate love energy to everyone; legit everyone sees the two of you with heart emojis all around and i mean, who wouldn’t want to be around a love so strong like you two’s?

I really hope that you enjoyed your Dalgona Matchup Latte! Here’s a visual of your movie-esque relationship: he’ll pull the cliché ‘let’s compare hands’ move before you guys will start dating, and ever since then, he’ll just adore the warmth of having your hands in his; your first kiss after a lil’ spontaneous hiking at a cliff; how he hugs you whenever he’s lost in his feeling for you (which is literally almost all the time) before leaning in to give a soft peck on your cheek; he will often feel as though maybe you shouldn’t be with him and that you deserve better, so during those times, please comfort him and remind him that he’s loved.

Thank you so, so much for ordering and being so kind; Kyupid hopes to see you again! Have a wonderful day, cutiepie ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*

an: you’re literally so nice 🥺 like thank you, bby, honestly. i really hope you enjoyed this! pls give tendou all the love and kisses that he deserves.

also thank you for requesting, bcus of you, i just now realized that i have been sleeping on my bby chicken tendou, and i will now commit to being a full time simp just for him… so expect me to pull up if you ever hurt my mans 😤🥺 jk ily

if you notice anything wrong with your request, dm me please so i can fix it! if the gif isn’t working if you don’t see any colored texts at all.

[walkerismychoice]

Stripped Bare - Chapter 12 (Bryce X MC AU)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: It’s the day of the bachelor and bachelorette parties. How will Bryce react to Charlie being around strippers that aren’t him?

Rating: Mature/18+ (Again nothing explicit, but there is stripping in this one and lots of alcohol consumption)

Word Count: 3457

"My hair is going to be down, so I want everyone else’s hair up," Katelyn dictates to the stylists. "I'm thinking a lower chignon for all of them, but I don’t want them to be too matchy-matchy, so make them a little unique.”

The stylists get to work as Katelyn floats around from chair to chair micromanaging. Katelyn apparently doesn’t trust an unknown stylist for her own hair and is flying in her hair stylist from back home the day before the wedding. 

Kyra leans over towards Charlie when Katelyn moves to the other side of the salon to supervise the Sarahs. “Only Katelyn would make her bridesmaids get pre-approval on their hair like this. What a waste of time.”

“Seriously. But at least we have wine!” Charlie holds up her glass, and Kyra clinks hers against it.

Charlie’s stylist works with her natural curls, pulling it back and adding in floral hair piece. Much to Charlie’s surprise, Katelyn approves of it without any revisions, but the same cannot be said for the rest of the girls. After multiple reference pictures are taking, Charlie gets tired of waiting in the salon and goes and sits on a bench outside.

As she takes in the sights and sounds around her, she hears her phone buzz in her purse, pulling it out to see a series of texts in her group chat with Aurora, Sienna, and Jackie.

Sienna: Hello???? We haven't heard from you in days!

Jackie: What Sienna really wants to ask is, have you banged Bryce yet?

Sienna: Jackie!

Aurora: Come on Sienna. You're the one who bet she'd give it up by night two

Charlie: OMG you guys are the worst! No, I am not sleeping with Bryce

Jackie: At least it got you to talk to us finally. So you mean to tell me you've been spending 24/7 with the hottest guy we've ever met and you haven't hit that yet? What a waste. If that were me...

Charlie: Ugh, I'm putting my phone away now

Sienna: Wait!

Sienna: For real though, how are things going?

Charlie starts to type the truth, how she's fallen hard and thinks there's a chance he might feel the same, but then she erases it. If she puts it all out there to her friends, it means she's admitting it to herself as well, and she's still not ready for that.

Charlie: Katelyn is as awful as ever, but Bryce has been a model fake boyfriend. I'm not sure I'd be staying sane without him

Sienna: ❤

Jackie: Oh, you so want him! You better tell us when you finally hook up

Aurora: Yes, please do so these two can finally shut up about it

Charlie: Probably not happening

Sienna: But you're saying there's a chance!

Charlie: SMH. Talk to you guys later

~~~

The girls go straight to lunch from the salon. Charlie checks her phone during a lull in the conversation and sees a text from Bryce.

Bryce: How's it going? Are you missing me terribly yet?

Charlie rolls her eyes but she can't help but smile.

Charlie: Seems you are the one who can't go more than two hours without texting me. Who is missing who here?

Bryce: What can I say? I'm getting used to having you around. What are you doing?

Charlie: Eating lunch. You?

Bryce: I grabbed some lunch on the way back from the gym. Now I'm going to get in the shower.

Charlie: I see

Bryce: Picturing me naked now, aren't you? I can give you a little visual to go with that if you want

Charlie has no idea what he means by that and she’s both curious and afraid to find out. She tries to think up a witty reply to reject his offer, but it’s too late because a photo is already coming through. She glances around the table and shields her phone just in case, and when it fully loads she’s glad she did. The picture is of Bryce taking a selfie in the bathroom mirror, positioned just right that if the bottom of the mirror was any lower, she’d be getting an explicit view. The room suddenly feels about twenty degrees warmer and she fumbles to type her response.

Charlie: OMG Bryce! I’m in public you know

Bryce: That’s why I didn’t show you the rest 😉

Charlie: Very funny. I think I'll be getting my fair share of naked men tonight

Bryce: Hey! You don't need them when you have me

Charlie: Sorry, gotta go! TTYL

Charlie laughs to herself as she decides to put her phone away. She's starting to get looks for being on her phone so much, but she also likes having the upper hand with Bryce for once. She'd figured it was no coincidence Bryce kissed her the way that he did right after finding out there would be strippers at the bachelorette party, and his texts seem to confirm he's at least a little bit jealous. She thinks it's funny he's worried at all about them, but then again, look where she is with the last stripper she met.

They finish up lunch and Kyra and Charlie get a drink together at the bar before getting ready for the party. Charlie makes a point not to check her phone until she gets back to the suite, making herself comfortable on the bed before scrolling through his messages.

Bryce: You're killing me Charlie

Bryce: How about this

Bryce: You can skip any amateur league lap dances or whatever, and I'll give you one when you get back. Since you've already had the best, I'd hate for you to be disappointed by someone else's sub-par performance

Bryce: Deal?

Bryce: I'm headed out on the fishing boat now, so I might not be very available for the rest of the evening. Just be safe and have fun

Charlie is glad she’s alone because she’s probably got the stupidest grin on her face right now. Of course he uses his cocky front to pretend like he’d be doing her a service, but when she reads between the lines, she can’t deny any more that he’s into her. She’s still terrified of what it all means, but she just might be ready to take a risk and find out. 

~~~

“Damn, Charlie. You look hot!” Kyra compliments Charlie and her sweetheart neckline little black dress as she boards the party yacht. Katelyn gave strict instructions that all the bridesmaids were to wear black cocktail dresses, so she could stand out in white. At least they didn't have to wear any tacky "bride squad" t-shirts or penis paraphernalia.

“Thanks, you too! You’ve got legs for days!” Charlie remarks regarding Kyra’s short halter dress, and they both giggle.

"So what do you think of this boat? Pretty swanky, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess one good thing about Katelyn's desire to flaunt the family wealth is that we all get to benefit."

Kyra scoffs. "Must be nice to be on the rich side of the family."

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," Charlie apologizes. "My privileged asshole side is showing."

"Nah, you're good." Kyra claps her on the back. "For growing up like you did, you are surprisingly down to earth and relatively normal."

"And as painfully awkward and insecure as the best of them."

"Aww." Kyra pinches her playfully on the cheek. "That's what makes you so lovable. But not that insecurity crap. You are awesome and you should own it.”

Charlie sighs. “That’s the kind of thing Bryce keeps saying to me. Always telling me how amazing I am. It’s nauseating really.”

“Oh stop. If you don’t appreciate that man I will gladly take him off your hands.”

Charlie laughs. “No I’m good. I think I’ll keep him for awhile.” It comes out of her mouth so naturally, like she finally believes it’s a legit possibility rather than a hopeless fantasy. 

"So, should we grab a drink?” Kyra shifts her eyes to the bar.

Charlie holds her arm out, as if to escort Kyra. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The boat soon fills up with the remainder of the party guests - the Sarahs, Stephanie, Landry’s other groomsmen’s significant others, and a handful Katelyn's other friends that have just arrived in Jamaica for the wedding. They aren’t all bad, but Kyra and Charlie mainly stick together. As they move from cocktails through dinner, the guests are getting increasingly tipsy, and Stephanie appears to be rethinking her decision to be trapped at sea with a bunch of drunk women.

Charlie heads to the bathroom for a timeout from the noise and the crowd as they head to port to pick up the strippers. She’s proud of how well she’s pacing herself as she’s still determined not to get as drunk as that first night ever again. There’s still no new texts from Bryce on her phone, but then again she never did text him back. She scrolls up to his bathroom selfie to study it again and just looking at it makes her think unspeakable things. The tease is almost better than seeing the whole thing. 

Feeling a little brave with a couple of drinks in her, Charlie decides to send a selfie back. She fixes her hair in the mirror and straightens her dress. She’s got a decent amount of cleavage and her push-up bra is doing a fabulous job, but a little more wouldn’t hurt, so she adjusts her cups just so and snaps a picture, sending it off the caption, ‘hope you are having fun!’  Within seconds she can see Bryce is replying back.

Bryce: Woah. What are you doing wearing a dress like that when I’m not there to see you in it?

Charlie: There’s always later...

Bryce: I’m ready to go back to the room now if you are

Is he serious? It's tempting, but for a multitude of reasons, she can’t take him up on that offer even if he means it.

Charlie: But I can’t miss the strippers!

Bryce: You know I can take care of that for you

Charlie: But how do I know you are the best if I have nothing else to compare to?

Bryce: What am I going to do with you? 

Charlie: Maybe later you can show me

What's gotten into her? Just yesterday she could hardly look at Bryce without blushing and now she's sending him suggestive text messages.

Bryce: Oh, you bet I will

Well now she's blushing. Charlie splashes some cool water on her face and composes herself, rejoining the group just as the boat pulls up to the dock.

A short time later, two men dressed as law enforcement officers enter the boat. Charlie knows exactly what's going on, but with all the alcohol that's been collectively consumed, it causes a commotion. Charlie and Kyra sit back and laugh as everyone tries to figure out what's going on.

“Oh my god. They are all dumbasses.” Kyra rolls her eyes. “We stopped specifically to pick up the strippers.”

Charlie shakes her head. “This might be more entertaining than the actual show.”

“Ladies, we have a problem here.” The tall one with a Jamaican accent starts as the other shorter one with sandy blond hair pulls something out of his duffel bag. “You’ve started the party without us!”

Suddenly "Get Ur Freak On” starts blasting out of a small portable speaker and the two men tear away their shirts in unison. Once the initial confusion wears off, the drunk women start cheering. The strippers make their way to the makeshift stage area, while the party guests find seats in the chairs that were previously set up around it. Charlie and Kyra sit off as far as possible to the side to avoid being directly in the action. 

“Well they aren’t bad-looking at least,” Kyra assesses from afar. 

But they aren’t Bryce either. “They’re okay. Neither is really my type though.”

“Well when you have someone as perfect as Bryce, it’s hard to compare. I bet he’d make one hell of a good stripper.” Charlie shoots Kyra a look that in her mind conveys the terror of hitting too close to his secret being out, but Kyra must perceive it as something else. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t thirst after your boyfriend like that, but I’ve seen the way he can move.”

Charlie laughs nervously. “I’ll suggest it as a backup career if the whole surgeon thing falls through.” She breathes a side of relief that Kyra doesn’t really know his secret, but talking about him makes her think to check her phone again, and sure enough there’s another text from Bryce.

Bryce: Help! Bob is trying to make me keep up with him, and dude is like a professional drinker

Charlie: I doubt he’s forcing drinks down your throat. You can pace yourself

Charlie: Anyway, gotta go. Strippers are here! Charlie takes a quick picture of the shirtless dancers, still with police hats on, and sends it to Bryce before stashing her phone away.

The strippers, or Clive and Dan as they have introduced themselves, continue on to do their stripper thing, getting down to their very tiny underwear with ass cheeks bared. Charlie’s time in the strip club two weeks ago was more than enough exotic dancing for her to see in person for one lifetime, but she is enjoying watching the other women act like fools. In fact, Katelyn seems far more interested in these men than she ever has in Landry, but that’s not surprising. She always figured Katelyn would go for the first available man who could put up with her. Katelyn completed her undergraduate, but her real goal was the Mrs. degree.

Dan comes over towards Charlie with a massage oil slicked chest and encourages her to rub her hands on him to which she politely declines. However, Kyra has no problem jumping right in, and Charlie gives her the side-eye as soon as he moves on.

“What? Just because this is cheesy as hell doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with it. So far the only man I have touched in any way, shape or form on this trip is Bob.” Kyra shudders. “You have Bryce’s abs. Let me have these.”

Charlie chuckles. “You’re right. Feel all the abs. No more judgement from me.” 

The men alternate taking paying customers back to the captain’s quarters for brief, private lap dances, and when Kyra is approached by Dan, she takes him up on it. Charlie uses it as an excuse to step outside and check in with Bryce.

Bryce: Dude, cop outfits? That is laaaaaaaame

Charlie: Says the man who dresses up as a surgeon

Roughly two minutes later, Bryce replies back

Bryce: But theirs is fake

Charlie: And yours isn’t?

Bryce: Ive hadd lots to drunk. Bobby can be persusave

Charlie: I can see that. Don’t drink too much more. I don’t think I could carry you home.

Bryce: Don’t worry I fiiine. And rememembre Im the only stripper who gets to give you a lapdance. 

Charlie: We’ll see about that

Charlie leaves it at that and heads back inside. What she means is that given the state he seems to be in, she doubts he’ll be in any condition for anything but but bed when they get back. If he interprets it as her teasing that she might get a lap dance from one of these guys, she’s okay with that. He didn’t heed her advice to slow down on the booze, so he shouldn’t expect her to follow his direction either.

The strip show winds down after Katelyn gets a very lengthy private lapdance with Clive that raises some eyebrows, and not long after the boat pulls into the dock where the women are meeting up with Landry’s party.

“Woah!” Charlie struggles to maintain her balance with her first couple steps. “I haven’t had that much to drink. I guess sea legs are a real thing.”

“Somehow its easier to be tipsy and walk in heels on a yacht than it is to walk on solid ground right now,” Kyra observes. “Oh look, the guys are already here.” She nods towards the shoreline where most of the men don’t look in any better shape than the women.

Despite the fact that most everyone could stand to go home and go to bed immediately, the majority decide to hit up more clubs downtown.

“I think Bryce, and I are just going to head back,” Charlie tells Kyra. 

“Oh, yes.” Bryce agrees. “I’ve been waiting all night to get this one to myself.” He grabs Charlie and gives her a big, sloppy drunk kiss.

Kyra laughs. “Have fun with that.”

“Are you sure you are good if I leave?” Charlie asks.

“Yeah, I’ll stick with the group. Plus Dan said he’d make sure I got back safely.” Kyra motions towards the now dressed in normal street clothes dancer. 

In the past Charlie would have been concerned about her friend going home with a stripper she’d just met, but now she’d be quite the hypocrite to raise objection. “I’m sure he will,” Charlie winks at Kyra and decides she’s been spending entirely too much time with Bryce.

Charlie guides Bryce on the short walk to the resort, and he wastes no time questioning her about her evening.

“Didn’t you see my last texts?”

“Oh, did you send me some more?” Charlie plays coy. She did briefly glance at his series of replies saying he hoped she was joking and worrying about why she wasn’t texting him back. She wants to mess with him some more, but now that he’s there in front of her she doesn’t have the heart. “Don’t worry, I saved my lap just for you.”

Bryce perks up, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You know I really did miss you tonight.” Bryce puts his arm around Charlie but stumbles and almost brings them both to the ground. “Oops, sorry.”

“Let’s just focus on getting back to the room without incident.”

They step inside the building and make it up to the room. Charlie isn’t sure what Bryce still has planned, but she knows nothing but sleep is happening for him tonight. Charlie guides Bryce to the bedroom and sits down on the bed to take off her heels.

Bryce walks up in front of Charlie and starts playing with the first button on his shirt. “Are you ready for your show?” He works at the button but doesn’t even seem to have the coordination to get it undone.

“Maybe I should help you.” Charlie stands up and moves his hands to the side, easily popping the top button.

“I like where this is going buuut this isn’t how strippers work, silly.”

Charlie laughs under her breath. “I know but this shirt’s a little tricky for you right now. I’ll just undo the buttons.”

“Okay.” Bryce leans in close and sniffs her hair. “You smell so good Charlie. I just want to eat you.”

Bryce is wasted and as much as Charlie would typically be annoyed at this type of behavior, it’s the first time Bryce has let himself give up any sort of control around her. He’s actually kind of adorable when he’s drunk and she still owes him for taking care of her on that first night anyway.

Charlie slides the shirt over his shoulders and tosses it on the back of the armchair in the room. “I’m going to go change in the bathroom and let you finish up out here.

“Wait!” Bryce grabs her by the shoulders and sits her back down on the bed. “The show is not over yet. Bryce hastily peels off his undershirt with no finesse whatsoever and then unbuttons his jeans. He drops them down and when he tries to kick them off his feet, he goes tumbling to his hands and knees.”

“Are you okay?” Charlie untangles the pants and helps him to the bed.

“Maybe you were right. This was not my best performance. I owe you an IOU. Wait, does that sound right?” Bryce scratches his head.

Charlie shakes her head. “Just get comfortable and I’ll get you some water so you aren’t hating life in the morning.”

Bryce chugs down one glass and then another before lying back, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Charlie, you are the best. We should be together...for reeeaal. We’re both so pretty and we can be sucs- sussess- good doctors together.”

Charlie covers him with a sheet and tries to refrain from bursting out laughing because he’s clearly talking nonsense right now. “Goodnight, Bryce,” she whispers softly, but is only answered back by the sound of his snores.

[hitchell-mope]

(Film three. In Auradon. Bal’s apartments in the castle. After “best day of my life”. Mal’s in a pair of Ben’s boxer shorts and a doctor who T-shirt. Standing there)

Ben (looping his arms around her waist): hey

Mal: hey. How are you?

Ben: good. Good. And you

Mal: oh so much better now (she turns around) and is this all for me?

Ben: mmmmmmaybe?

Mal: well I greatly appreciate it whoa

(She’s turned around to get a better look at him. He’s, just like her. In boxers. Longish purple hair. And literally nothing else)

Mal: oooh I’m feeling very matchy matchy and very much mismatched

Ben: well there are two ways of remedying that. I could put a top on. OR. I could lock the door and soundproof the room and

Mal: lock the door I’ll soundproof

Ben (very happy): okay

Mal: oh my god!

(Under Ben’s shoulder blades are two jagged cuts from which are growing beating miniature mounds of flesh in a dark blue colour)

Ben: what’s wrong?

Mal: your back!

Ben: what! What is it. What’s wrong?

Mal: I. I. II don’t. Know. It looks like somethings growing out of your back

Doug (walking in briskly with Evie right begins): it’s probably dragon wings. The ember sped up the process I think

Mal: and how do you know that?

Doug: Hierachy And History: all levels of magic and their effects and uses. First edition illustrated.

Bal: can I?

Doug: yes you can borrow it. Hell. Keep it. I’ve got plenty

Mal: how do you know all this?

Doug: I uh bought literally every book about magic when you brought it back. Physical copies and on kindle

Mal: ohhhh. For a minute I thought you were mansplaining to us.

Evie: he’s not chad. He actually knows things. And why the hell aren’t you dressed?

Mal: well sis. We almost died a couple of hours ago so Ben and I were about to engage in a bit of glad to be alive

Evie: eww shut up

Mal: oh like you and Doug haven’t

Evie: that’s besides the point.

Mal: why are you here?

Evie: why do you think. Ben put a top on or something

Bal: no

Ben: I’m comfortable

Mal: I’m relaxed when he’s like this

(Evie sighs and looks defeated)

Doug: so what’s the plan

Mal: yeah about that. I’ve been thinking and I think I’ve connected the dots

Doug: oh?

Mal: yeah and it’s got to do with you and I sis

Evie (horrified): no

Mal: yah

Evie: no

Mal: yeah

Evie: nonono

Mal: yesyesyes

Evie: NO!

Mal: yes! Face it E we might be related

The boys: what?

Mal: think about it. Our mothers are the most self centred vainglorious batshit crazy bitches that side of the river Tiber. They would want the most powerful. Chernabog is a recluse and an altruist. The headless horseman has no mouth so can’t sing their praises. So all that’s left is the god of the dead

Evie: but I’m beautiful

Mal: and what am I. Corned beef?

Ben: I’d still marry you if you were corned beef if that helps

Mal: it does help surprisingly

Evie: but didn’t Maleficent say your dad was human?

Mal: villains lie E. That’s why I was always a disappointment

(Ben hugs her)

Adam (sauntering in like he owns the place): well isn’t that sweet.

Evie: what the hell are you doing here?

Adam: I’ve come to discuss the appalling situation that you let happen.

Mal: I’m sorry?

Adam: so you should be. Ben I have a plan. Put them all back and close it permanently

Doug: what

Adam: go back to the mine. It’s where you belong dwarf

Ben: ok you get out.

Adam: what?

Ben: you heard me. You’re not king. And you have no control over me my actions or my friends. So please. Get out

Adam: fine. But you should at least hear what happening since you had to have him save you

Doug: my names Doug but go on.

Adam: the people are in a panic. They’re terrified. If hades can escape others will try to. If you ask me

Bal and Devie: we didn’t

Adam: if you ask me I personally think it’s high time you do away with this ridiculous endeavour once and for all

Ben: no.

Adam: I wasn’t talking to you boy. I was talking to the future queen. Your people are scared. And even the poor are scared they lash out. Either way you’ll end up back where you cane from. You Carlos and the rest of the technicolour freaks that are destroying the property values that I painstakingly created. You are a “vk” are you not?

Mal: I’m not uh I uhm I don’t consider myself a vk anymore

Adam: then who? That is who you are right. Cradle to grave and all that rhetoric. Face it Mal. You are not an Auradon girl.

Elsa: oh you are so right beast. My daughter is not an Auradon girl. She’s the soon to be the queen of Auradon and isle AND she’s the princess of Arendelle. So that’s three titles to your zero. Meaning you’d do well to shut up

Adan: to what do I owe this...thing

Elsa: my daughter was hurt. So I’m checking on her. Like you should be doing for Ben. Or has belle finally ridding herself if you rendered you void of the most basic compassion for your son as well as everything else?

Adam: as I was saying. If my reasonable suggestion goes unheeded the people will rise up and there’s (a phone blasts out “backstreets back”) OH WHAT NOW!

Ben: it’s my cell phone. Doug would you be a dear and grav it for me

Doug: sure. But only if you put a top on?

Ben: I’ll think about it

(Doug snickers and answers the phone)

Doug: king Ben’s personal cell phone the major-domo speaking. Yes. Yes. Oh shit. Thank you for informing us (he hangs up) the wand, the spindle, Jafar’s staff and the magic mirror have been stolen from the museum

Bal, Elsa and Evie: what?

Mal: when?

Doug: two hours ago. There’s no security footage. The cameras were busted. Ten guards are dead. Two have had the hearts crushed. The rest were cut to pieces by glads shards

Adam: ok then. It’s decided. Round them up. I’ll get the trucks ready. We can have you and them all back by sundown

Elsa: you realise who you’re sounding like right now?

Adam: the only sane man. As it has been for years. Now Mal my dear. Your choice. Anarchy or order. Where’d she go

(Mal’s teleported away)

Evie: you poked the dragon.

Ben: I’ll go after. See if she’s ok

Elsa: no I will. This is a mother’s job

(She teleports after Mal and finds her in the dining room hyperventilating)

Mal: I can’t do it. I I can’t

(Elsa pulls her into a cool down hug)

Elsa: shhh shhh now. Don’t listen to him.

Mal: but he’s right. I’m going to be the queen. I should be thinking about these things. And ten people are dead. And some nutbag has some of the most powerful magical relics in existence

Elsa: but you still have the book and the sceptre. And the book. And if your hunch is correct. You’re half god. So

Mal: so, what?

Elsa: so...beast cannot lay a hand on you or Ben or anyone you care about. Not without your say so.

Mal: so what you’re saying is I hold all the cards

Elsa: essentially yes

Mal (weak laugh): why doesn’t that make me feel better

Elsa: because your upbringing had left you scarred and unable to make decisions that could impact people you care about

Mal: ... harsh but true

Elsa: listen

(This is when “brave” happens)

Mal: I can be brave. I can tell Adam where to stick it.

Elsa: I’ll supply the barge pole

Mal (cackling): please let me see that when it happens

Elsa: hmmmmm maybe

(Back in bal’s living room)

Evie: you’ve hated us all since the moment we arrived. You couldn’t stand the fact Ben chose my sister over the Hunan balloon animal you picked out.

Adam: sometimes the parent really does know best

Evie: said Gothel. Said Madame Mim. Said Jafar, Cruella, my mother, Yzma, Gaston, Maleficent and every single shitty parent we had to deal with over there. You’ve joined their ranks plain and simple

Adam: I am not one of them. You are. Upsetting the well defined status quo on a whim.

Ben: you were a bastard of a father and now you’re a bastard of a human being. The kingdom has me now. And I shan’t make the same mistakes errors and blatant crimes against humanity that you did

Adam: then you’ll be a disappointment as king.

Evie: oh for once in your life shut up and let others speak

Adam: PRETTY THINGS SHOULD SIT STILL AND REMAIN SILENT!

Evie: oh there’s my mother again. Doug honey did you know that she said that exact same thing to me when I stared talking?

Doug: oh my god I’m so sorry.

Evie: eh don’t be. I’m over it. Well mostly. But the fact that this idiot is saying it says plenty about his perceived moral superiority

Adam: if you can’t listen to reason I can always force you.

Evie: once again. My mother. Maleficent. Gaston. Jafar. Cruella. Mim. Medusa. Yzma. Hearts. Need I go on?

(In Ursula’s grotto Uma’s working on something)

V!Harry: what are you doing. Well. I know what you’re doing. I’m you. I’m just asking for the benefit of those out there

Uma: who?

Harry: nothing. Don’t worry.

Uma: ugh whatever. I’m working on an escape. If she thinks she can stop me she’s sorely mistaken

(This is when “speechless” happens)

(Mal bursts back in to the room)

Mal: alright here’s what’s going to happen. Ben, Evie you guys still wanna continue with the program?

Ben: yes

Evie: absolutely

Mal: then you do that. Because, Adam, we aren’t closing the barrier. You got that?

Adam: I really don’t think

Mal: I don’t care what you think. Nobody here cares what you think. You’re no longer king. Hence superfluous to the narrative. You’re nothing. The chain of command goes Ben, Doug, me, Evie

Evie: uh excuse me?

Doug: sorry hon. She’s right.

Ben: yeah. King, major-domo, queen, chancellor.

Evie: shit

Mal: so you can scream shout moan complain. But we’re not closing off the island. EVER!

Adam: you’ll regret this.

Mal: pretty sure we won’t.

(Adam stalks off)

Mal (immediately deflating): man I need a drink. Amethyst wine anyone?

Evie: do I even wanna know?

Mal: probably not.

Ben: it’s great. Just like the butter bars

(Evie turns green around the gills)

Doug: I’m probably gonna regret this but what’s in it

Mal: white wine. Vodka. A quarter pound of sugar. And it’s all mixed together with juiced violets. Hence the colour

Evie: that sounds disgusting.

Ben: oh it is. But we made it with magic so the potency is through the roof

Doug: meaning?

Ben: meaning it’ll get you blackout

Mal: shitfaced

Bal: blindingly drunk

Evie (forcing back a disgusted look): ahahaha. I’ll pass

Bal: suit yourself

(They commence drinking. In the isle chadeficent is looking on as Ursula goes belly up)

Chadeficent: need some help?

Ursula: my wretch of a daughter blew up my grotto and escaped with that mouth breathing pirate spawn. Of course I need help

(Chadeficent sends eerie magic hands, the exact type that ripped out Ariel’s voice, plucks out Ursula and drops her on the pier)

Ursula: now that that’s all settled. Who the hell are you

Chadeficent (now only using Maleficent’s voice): you tell me sea witch.

Ursula (unsurprised): you’ve literally never looked worse

Chadeficent (in Chad’s voice): hey watch it bitch!

Ursula: excuse me

Chadeficent (still in Chad’s voice): I mean seriously you look like a desaturated smurf.

Ursula (eyes glowing teal): Do you wanna say that again kid?

Chadeficent (in Maleficent’s voice): no he does not

Ursula (smirking): who’s body?

Chadeficent (both voices now): the son of Cinderella

Ursula: oooh a new meal?

Chadeficent: no. A tool (Maleficent’s voice) in more ways then one

Ursula: how’d you get here.

Chadeficent (both voices): the elongated horseless carriage

Ursula: so the limo

Chadeficent: yes.

Ursula (very much unimpressed): mhmm. Why are you back?

Chadeficent: I’m starting a coven. I assume you want in?

Ursula: eh what the hell. Wouldn’t be the first time we teamed up to ruin lives

Chadeficent: remember when we ruined for children’s lives simultaneously?

Ursula (mad): oh you mean that time my daughter was publicly humiliated and gained a dehumanising epithet all because your daughter acted out in anger at something the witches daughter did that left the freckled thing to be tortured by the furrier for a month?

Chadeficent: yes

Ursula (bark laughing): HA. Good times good times. So. What’s the plan

Chadeficent: we are going to break my daughter

Ursula: mind? Body? Soul? Spirit?

Chadeficent: all four

(In Auradon. Adam’s just sat down at the bar of a tavern)

Adam: double scotch on the rocks

Bartender: coming right up sir

Adam: never have kids Moliere

Bartender: my names not Moliere sir

Adam (not even listening): you raise them. You teach them. You impart your wisdom. Your values. And what do they do? Take a giant steaming shit on all you worked on and turn everything completely upside fucking down in the name of goddamn “progress”. Know what I’m saying?

Bartender: ohhhhkay?

(Adam gets off the stool and starts the jukebox. This is when “gold” starts.)

Bartender (very very scared now): sir. Your majesty are you ok?

Adam (pensively): no. No I’m not a majesty. Not anymore. Well. Not yet at least.

(He runs out of the tavern without paying)

Customer: what the hell was that all about?

Bartender: I don’t know. But I have a feeling little benny needs a warning.

[bookworlders]

the wedding date - chapter 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Percy piled his plate high with pancakes and blueberries. Annabeth went for fruit, scones, and bacon. The burden of saying hi and meeting people was eased with the crutch of having full mouths.

These were her old camp buddies, her close friends, but she could feel her social meter already running out. The constant circuit of greetings and small talk and introducing Percy had left her emotionally spent, but Percy was killing it. He was charming and goofy and greeted everyone so warmly. Annabeth was grateful he was here.

After they had chatted with Katie Gardener, her old fellow Cabin Leader, Percy excused himself to get more coffee. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

Annabeth shook her head, “No thanks. I’m actually gonna take a breather.” She motioned over to an alcove of the dining pavilion that was less crowded.

“Are you okay? We can leave,” Percy said, genuine worry in his eyes.

She flashed him a grateful smile, “Yes, I’m fine really. Just need a second. Go get your coffee.” She watched him walk over to the beverage table and didn’t miss how almost everyone’s eyes followed him.

She felt bare now without his hand on her back supporting her, physically and emotionally.

“Is that the elusive Annabeth Chase?”

Annabeth whirled around and was suddenly in a bear hug, literally. Her face was full of Hazel’s caramel curls and a huge mass of muscle, but when she saw her dearest friends, Frank and Hazel, she was beamed. “How are you guys!” She asked, not letting go of either of her friends’ arms.

“We’d be better visited us once in a while,” Hazel retorted, but there was love in her tone. She wore a yellow sundress that matched Frank’s tie. Theypulled off matchy-matchy without looking like they were trying too hard.

“Oh you know I’ve been meaning to, but—”

“We know, we know, you have work. Annabeth Chase the famous architect needs to be here to redesign the Manhattan skyline,” Frank teased.

“I—” Annabeth smiled, sheepishly, “Yeah, I do have work.”

“We know, and we’re so proud of you,” Hazel said, squeezing her arm, “But justoneweekend, fly out to New Rome. We’d love to see you more often.”

“I’ll try, Hazel,” and even though Annabeth had said that before so many times to Piper and Jason, the way Hazel and Frank looked her made her really mean it.  

“And Annabeth, I heard from a little birdy that you brought a date?” Hazel teased, grinning at her. Annabeth watched Hazel and Frank’s gaze shift to Percy across the room, chatting to one of Jason’s random old relatives at the coffee table, signaling Piper had fully briefed them on Percy already.

“I did,” Annabeth said, challenginly.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Piper said she didn’t even know until you asked for a plus one like a month ago!”

Annabeth shrugged, “It all just happened, um, so fast.” She wasn’t lying. “I’m not sure if it was the right thing to bring him, actually. I brought a newcomer to camp, and now everyone’s staring at him.”

“Wrong, Annabeth,” Frank said, “Everyone’s staring because he’s so attractive.” Hazel’s expression read, he ain’t wrong.

“Oh,” Annabeth bit her lip, “That’s good, I guess?” It was better they were staring at him for that rather than staring at him for being some random stranger she bought to an intimate wedding. She wanted the subject of Percy off from Hazel and Frank. “By the way, did you guys, um, fly in with Luke?”

Hazel and Frank exchanged glances, warily. Annabeth noticed. “No, he flew in with Thalia this morning,” Hazel replied, “but he’s here. Around.”

Gratefully, Annabeth was saved from having to respond by superman. “Hazel, Frank!” Jason called from across the pavilion, waving them over.

“Whelp, Groomzilla beckons,” Hazel muttered, tugging her boyfriend towards Jason, “Can’t wait for you to introduce us to Percy later!”

As Hazel and Frank left her alone with her plate of now cold bacon, the reality of the situation dawned on Annabeth. She hiredand actor to come be her date at a wedding with her closest friends, her family. These people knew her better than anyone, even better than her roommate.  They would definitely see right through her whole façade. She had brought Percy so she wouldn’t face Luke as some sad, single spinster, but it was already paying off greeting everyone and having someone at her back.

“Annabeth. Hello? Annabeth?”

Annabeth snapped out of her reverie. “Oh my gods, Thalia!” She threw her arms around the dark-haired girl in front of her. If anyone would see through her today, it was her oldest friend.

“What were you just thinking about? You looked so stress,” Thalia said, swiping a piece of bacon off Annabeth’s plate. She wore tight black dress that fell to mid-calf and reminded Annabeth of a pin-up girl. Her short black hair had new purple streaks from the last time she saw her.

“You know, just all this wedding stuff,” Annabeth recovered. “How you’ve been?”

“Busy,” Thalia bit off another piece of bacon, “Aren’t we all? But we all needed this weekend, I think. We need this time to be together. What about you, Annie? How you’ve been since the last time I saw you?”

Annabeth smiled, “I’m happy we’re all together too. I’m still recovering from you moving away. I have approximately one friend in the city now. You’re all over in California. So many of you moved out to New Rome these past few years. I was just talking to Hazel and Frank, I need to come out and see your new place. Did you end up buying that yellow couch?”

“No, I couldn’t haggle the price down. And also…well, actually, well, I moved again.”

“Thalia, what! You just moved across the country at the beginning of the year, and you’ve moved again? It’s only been like six months.”

“Yeah, but the commute to The Hunt was just so long, and there was a vacancy in, um, Luke’s building. So I moved to an apartment there.”

“Oh,” Annabeth could tell Thalia was studying her face for her reaction. She had to shift gears, “How is the new job?”

“It’s amazing,” Thalia said, “Moving all over again was worth it for this job. My boss, Artemis, is so cool. I love the company so much. It’s an all-female staff, and we go on this awesome company camping trips.”

“That’s fantastic!”

“Enough about me. Now tell me about you since I last saw you.”

“Well, I submitted my blueprints for the—”

“Not about work, Annabeth. You always talk about work. Tell me about your life! What are the new bars you’re going to? Who do you go out with now? Are you going out with anyone right now?”

“Well—”

“Oh my gods, actually. There’s the cutest guy I’ve ever seen here today. I don’t recognize him from camp, maybe he’s one of Jason’s cousins? But he’s so hot, and I think he’d be perfect for you—oh my gods, he’s walking over here right now.”

Percy returned from the coffee bar and kissed Annabeth on the cheek, “Got you a coffee, babe. Looked like you needed one. Hi, I’m Percy.” He stuck out his hand, smoothly transitioning to greeting Thalia.

Thalia gaped, but recovered quickly in true Thalia-fashion, “Oh, hey, I’m Thalia. Annabeth’s best and oldest friend. You’ve probably heard all about me already.”

Percy grinned, “Nice to meet you, Thalia. Of course I have. I’m Annabeth’s best and current boyfriend.” Damn, Annabeth thought. Percy was so smooth, she actually had never mentioned Thalia, but Percy lied so well that she believed that she had told him all about her.

Thalia grinned, “Oh, boyfriend.‘Beth didn’t mention the B-word. How long have you guys been dating?”

“-One month-“ “-Just a couple weeks-“

Annabeth paused, squeezing Percy’s arm, “We start counting from different times, but, um, we met about a month ago.”

Thalia raised an eyebrow, “Whirlwind romance?”

“Exactly.”

“Are you in the wedding party also?” Percy asked.

“I’d kill Jason if I wasn’t,” Thalia replied.

“Thalia is Jason’s sister,” Annabeth explained. Percy nodded.

“Have you met everyone already, Percy?”

“Almost,” Annabeth responded for him, “Still a couple people we haven’t gotten the chance to talk to. Like Reyna and Leo, they’ve been too busy running around doing Best Man and Maid of Honor stuff.”

“Right,” Thalia said, chugging the rest of her mimosa, “I won’t hog you two from the masses. Nice meeting you, Percy.”

Percy let out a whistle as Thalia walked away, “Wow, she has a, er, strong personality.”

Annabeth nodded, “Yep, that’s Thals for you. She’s one of my best friends. We were so close growing up. Her, me, and…” Annabeth coughed. “Any, there are still a couple people we need to say hi to. They’re over there.”

Annabeth pointed over to where two people were yelling at a catering waiter, one wiry man with curly dark hair wearing suspenders and a tall, dark haired beauty in a striking purple wrap dress, “That’s Reyna, the best man, and Leo, the maid of honor.”

“You mean the other way around?”

“Actually, I don’t. Reyna is Jason’s best friend and Leo threw a fit until Piper made him her maid of honor.” Percy nodded as Annabeth pointed them out in the crowd. “That buff Asian guy I was talking to is Frank, he’s another groomsman. That girl standing next to him is Hazel, she’s another bridesmaid with me. Do you see that goth looking kid standing by the muffins? Standing next to that blond guy? That’s Nico and his boyfriend. Dakota is another groomsman, but I think I heard that he couldn’t fly in until the rehearsal dinner. And you just met Thalia. The last  bridesmaid is Piper’s sister, Drew.”

“Okay, there’s Leo, you, Hazel, and Thalia. And there’s Reyna, Frank, Nico, Dakota and who’s the last groomsman—” Percy asked, counting off on his fingers. He lost count when,

“Annabeth!”

“Leo!” Annabeth grinned, embracing her friend, “Long time no see, how are you—”

“Great, we’re doing pictures of the wedding party over by the front of the room in T-minus forty five seconds, so get over there, princess,” and then Leo was gone.

Annabeth shook her head, “That’s Leo for you.” She and Percy walked over to where the rest of the wedding party was gathering, and Leo was animatedly directing.

“Okay, let’s do Piper and her bridal bitches first, and then we’ll do Jason and his guapo groomsmen next.” Leo said, ushering people towards the front and pushing people away.

Percy fell back behind the photographer Annabeth let herself be positioned with the other bridesmaids.

“Which ones yours?” asked a handsome, blond, tan guy standing next to Percy behind the photographer.

“Oh, sorry, what?”

“I’m Nico’s boyfriend. That groomsman who looks like he’d rather be digging graves than be here right now?”

“Oh, I’m Annabeth’s boyfriend. My name’s Percy.”

“Will Solace. Nice to meet you.”  

A woman with long, wavy auburn hair in a white dress joined their conversation, “And I’m Calypso. Leo’s lucky date,” She rolled her eyes when she said it. “Welcome to the wedding dates club, Percy.”

Will grinned, “Our job is to make sure oursignificant others don’t go crazy, so Piper and Jason don’t go crazy.”

As if on cue, Leo appeared and Calypso was already handing him his phone before he even opened his mouth, “You left it on the table this morning.”

Leo grinned, kissing her on the cheek, “Thanks, babe.” He went to go hand his phone to the photographer as well.

As the groomsman gathered, Will called over his shoulder, “Nico, your tie is crooked.”

Percy felt out of place so he just shot Annabeth two supportive thumbs up. She smiled gratefully.

The bridesmaids picture seemed to be taking longer than necessary because of dark haired girl in the front who was flirting with the photographer. From process of elimination, Percy assumed it was Piper’s sister, Drew.

Will muttered from next to Percy, “Holy Hephaestus, she’s trashed.”

Calypso giggled, “I saw her downing an entire tray of mimosas. They weren’t even that strong!”

“Being a wedding date is so fun,” Will said, “You just get to witness all the drama unfolding without being a part of it. But then you have to hear them all bitch about it later at night.”

Calypso handed Percy and Will fresh mimosas, “That’s why we drink up, boys. We’ll be standing on the sidelines watching them take pictures all weekend, might as well have fun.”

Percy took the drink and cheers them, “I don’t mind.”

After Annabeth’s cheeks hurt from smiling for so long and she saw that Percy was occupied with Will and Calypso, she slipped away from the pavilion for some fresh air. She hadn’t seen Luke yet with the whole wedding party gathered, and her nerves were getting tauter and tauter with every second she braced herself to see his face.

“Annabeth, hey.”

Snap.She knew that voice anywhere. Once upon a time, that voice could have roused her out of a coma. She felt like she was going to be sick. She turned on her heel to leave, but his hand caught her wrist. “Luke,” she choked out, “let go of me.”

Luke dropped her arm, and stepped close, “Come on, Annabeth.” His sandy hair was shorter than the last time she saw him. He probably cut it recently for the wedding. His grown out his facial hair was new from the last time she saw him, almost a year ago. Annabeth had always requested he didn’t do. She liked a clean shave. He looked older, more rugged. More handsome.

Annabeth didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help but study everything about him. She recognized every article of clothing he was wearing. She knew that navy blue suit was his favorite one to wear because it hugged his biceps and made him look toned. She knew he got that white polo from a sale from their favorite outlet mall they went to one of the weekends right before they broke up. She had bought him those boat shoes as a joke because they were so preppy, but he actually pulled them off.

“What, Luke?” she sighed. She hadn’t expected seeing Luke Castellan would be this hard.

“Can’t we be civil, Annabeth? Come on, it’s been almost been a year. Can’t we put this aside? For Piper and Jason?”

“Put this aside? What? Our history? Our whole relationship? A couple months, and I’m not supposed to be upset anymore?” Annabeth hadn’t seen him or contacted him in anyway since the day they broke up, and it was all coming out now. She realized she’d never gotten the words out, she’d never had time to grieve.

“Annabeth, please,” Luke continued with a steady voice. They were far away enough from the pavilion that no one would be able to hear them arguing, but he looked weary still.

“We were engaged, Luke. We were in the middle of planning our own wedding. And you left me. I can’t just ‘put it aside,” Annabeth spat out.

“I didn’t leave you, Annabeth. Don’t twist things. You knew that job at Kronos Corporations was all I’d ever wanted, all I’d worked for. I was going to be promoted, and you wanted me to choose between you and my career?”

“I wanted you to compromise! We had our life in New York. What about my job? We had a good life and you wanted us to uproot everything. And the reason I felt to goddamn stupidthe day you left without me was the day,” Annabeth’s voice caught. She could feel tears pricking in her eyes, “the day I was going to tell you that I was going to go with you.”

Luke looked pained, “Annabeth.” He reached for her.

“Stop. I-I’m here with someone.”

Luke’s arms grasped for her waist, “Annie, you don’t have to lie to me.”

Annabeth shied away, “I’m not.”

“Annabeth?” Percy appeared and stepped between the two, smoothly putting a barrier between her and Luke. He stuck out his hand, “Hey, I’m Percy, Annabeth’s boyfriend. You are?” She noticed his greeting lacked the warmth he had greeted all of her other friends with. Percy’s arm settled back around her waist, and she was surprised by how natural and comforted she felt with his arm on her waist.

Luke eyed Percy’s hand, his facial expression hardening. He shook Percy’s hand, “Luke Castellan. Old friend.” The handshake was typical enough, but Annabeth could tell from the veins on their forearms that it was quite the firm one.

“Well, I think they’re going to make some announcements now so we should head back. Shall we, Annabeth?” Percy said, already steering her away.

When they arrived back at the pavilion, Piper and Jason stood at the front of the room with the drunk girl from earlier. Drew was tapping on the mic loudly.

“Hi, everyone!” Everyone in the crowd jolted from the mic feedback, “Whoops, sorry,” Drew said, yanking the mic away from the speaker. Percy and Annabeth chose a spot towards the front next to Hazel and Frank.

“Welcome everyone! I’d like to say a few words for my beautiful sister who makes an even beautiful-er bride,” Drew giggled. She ironically still had a mimosa in her hand. “This day is so special for her and my soon-to-be half-brother-in-law Jason, but also for us former campers. Camp Half-Blood is home for all of us.” Drew spread her arms like Moses parting the Red Sea. “We get to share this special event and be reunited with everyone after so many years.” Drew slurred, “This reunion and celebration would’ve happened much sooner at the supposed-to-be wedding of the century last year, but we all know what happened. Actually, do we all know what happened—”

Annabeth’s stomach dropped, and Frank and Hazel’s face probably mirrored everyone else’s in the room as Drew made her speech, shock and horror. Annabeth turned away, about to make a break for it, but Percy surged forward, tripping over wires and grabbing the mic from Drew.

“Hey!” she protested.

“Um, hi,” Percy said into the mic, “I’m Percy. I, er, didn’t go to camp here. I only met Piper and Jason this morning, but after just five minutes of talking to them, they, er, showed me what love truly is. I’d like to propose a toast. To Piper and Jason!” Percy raised his empty hand.

The guests echoed, “To Piper and Jason!”

Jason walked over, sheepishly, and took the mic from Percy, “Wow, um, that was beautiful. Thank you, Drew. And Percy. I hope everyone had a lot a eat, we still have plenty of food left. Chiron has happily set up camp activities for us today. So after this, everyone go have fun!”

Percy walked back to Annabeth, ignoring the stares directed at him and her. He took her arm, steering her back towards Cabin 3. He wasn’t sure if that’s where they were supposed to be headed, but she was silent.

As they approached the valley of cabins Annabeth turned to him, “Thank you. For, um, intervening back there. I don’t know what Drew was thinking…”

“You’re welcome. I, um, I didn’t know that you had been engaged.”

“Yeah, we—”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“I want to,” Annabeth said, “You deserve to know why you’re here.” The pavilion crowd had dispersed and most of the guests were headed straight towards camp activities so luckily, they were alone by the cabins.

“Luke and I started camp around the same time. He was a lot older, but he still hung out with me. We grew up together. I had a huge crush on him, but I thought he just thought of me as like a kid sister. He was my best friend. When we were older, we both knew the feelings were kind of there, but nothing ever happened until I came back from college. He was working in the city, and we started dating. I moved in with him. I think everyone knew we would end up together one day, so none of our friends were surprised when we got engaged only a year after we started dating. I’ve known him basically my whole life. Even though I was only twenty-four, he was thirty-one already. I was finally getting some of the bigger projects at my firm, we were in the middle of planning our wedding. It was supposed to be a June wedding at this exact time last year.

“Then, a couple months before our wedding, he got a call from this company he’s been trying to get involved with for years. They wanted him, finally, and it would be a huge promotion from his position at his dad’s shipping company. Except their headquarters is in San Francisco. Luke wanted to postpone the wedding so we could relocate to California. And I didn’t want to leave New York. I was finally getting traction as an architect, and we had a life, something permanent here and he wanted to throw it all away.”

Annabeth sat down on the bench outside of Cabin 3, almost like the weight of the story was too much for her stand.

“It was a huge fight. I ended up leaving and packing a bag and crashing on Thalia’s couch. After days of moping, I went back to our apartment, fully intending on making up with him and agreeing to move to California, but he was gone. Our apartment was all packed up and he was in a U-Haul with half of our things. The worst part was I’d already mailed out our save-the-dates,” she muttered, bitterly.

“This was the first time I saw him, well the first time I saw basically everyone since we called off the wedding. I almost didn’t come, but I couldn’t do that to Piper and Jason. So that’s why I hired you,” she trailed off, looking at Percy.

Percy held out his hand to her, “I respect what you’re doing. He’s an asshole, and you shouldn’t have to face him alone. I’m glad I’m here.”

Annabeth took his hand, standing up. He was looking at her so kindly and sincerely with those beautiful green eyes. He didn’t release her from his grasp. They were so close. If Annabeth tilter her chin forward, they’d be kissing.

When his lips were about to brush hers, she breathed, “I don’t know if you’re okay with anything physical.”

“I’m an actor, Annabeth, I kiss in shows all the time. But it’ll cost you, that’ll be another $500.”

Annabeth blinked, pulling away from him and cracking a smile, “I hope it won’t resort to that, but good to know you’re prepared.”  She opened the door and slipped into Cabin 3.

[yume-no-ai]

Hana-chan’s Birthday

Pairing: Karamatsu x Hana

Warning: Mild rated

A/N: I typed this on my phone so I haven’t proofread and edit much. So sorry for many grammar and spelling errors. Enjoy 💖

A tall man with hazelnut hair and blonde highlights stared at a picture of a woman wearing blue sparkly revealing bunny costume showing a v sign. A dark haired man standing next to him also staring at the picture. Both of their eyes and mouth immediately widened and hang open when they saw the picture. 

“So, what do you think? It’s perfect for my birthday costume right? A sparkly bunny theme! Everyone can wear sparkly outfits too!” Atsuko Hana, who showed the picture and now stood infront of them, waiting to hear for opinions. Hana saw blood dripping out of Karamatsu’s nose and he quickly wiped it off. “Karamatsu? Nii-chan?”

“U-uhm...honey...do you really want to wear this on your birthday party?” asked Karamatsu. He flinched when the man beside him hid the picture from his gaze. “Yes, Kara-chan! You can wear your revealing sparkly outfit so we can be matchy matchy!” Hana answered. Her eyes were glowing at the two person she loves so much. “Then wear it, Hana! I love the costume too!” said Karamatsu. Hana was so happy she threw herself on her boyfriend, giving a tight hug. Karamatsu is always there to support her and willing to do anything to make her happy. Besides, it’s for her birthday.

“The answer is no” answered the hazelnut haired man. The man stared at the couple and growled at Karamatsu, making him throwing his hands in the air. “Niichan why??” Hana pouted while still hugging on Karamatsu’s torso. “Hana baby. The dress is too revealing! I don’t want others to see you in that costume,” Atsuko Kiyoshi explained. He removed Hana from Karamatsu. “By the way, who snapped this photo of you? And where did you get this costume?”

------3 days earlier------

“Ayame! How do I look?!” Hana said in her loud cheery voice as she walked in to her best friend’s house. She had a spare key.

Walking out from the kitchen, Ayame nearly dropped off her coffee mug. “OH MY GOD HANA!!! What are you wearing?!!”

Hana twirled around and showing off to Ayame, “Do you like it? I rented it and gonna use it for my birthday party!!”

“I... I do! It’s too sparkly and it suits you, Hana-chan” Ayame said truthfully. She took a sip of her coffee and her eyes were searching for something. “Hana-chan?”

“Yes, Ayame?”

“Do you bring any extra clothes?”

Hana’s answer made Ayame chocked on her coffee, “Oh I don’t bring any extra clothes!”

“WHAT??!!! You telling me you came to my house in that??!! Then what’s in your bag right now?” Ayame’s eyes were as wide as yours right now.

“My phone, wallet and instax camera,” answered Hana. Ayame’s reaction made Hana tilted her head in confusion. “Young lady...you bring a camera but not your clothes???” Ayame still in disbelief.

Before Ayame could say another word, Hana handed her instax camera to take a picture of her.

Ayame sighed, placed her mug on the coffee table and took the camera. She will surely lend Hana one of her clothes. Don’t want her to go back like that.

----- Present-----

The three of them were in Hana’s house. Kiyoshi dropped by to his little sister’s house after a photoshoot he had in Tokyo. He was very thrilled when Hana texted him to come by. But he turned frown and grumpy when he saw Karamatsu was there too. Not that he dislike Karamatsu but he is a very protective brother towards his sister. He does not want Hana to experience painful love again. But seeing Hana really loves Karamatsu, he decided to gain a bit trust on him.

“Niichan, I’m in my 20′s and my birthday is coming soon. I am an adult now,” pouted Hana. She walked over to her 2 seated-couch and sat down. Before Karamatsu can sit beside her, Kiyoshi quickly occupied the space; leaving Karamatsu sat on a single seated couch across them. Kiyoshi turned his attention to Hana and pat her head.

"Hana, I know you’re growing up. But you’re also still a lady. And you don’t know how many thirsty men will look at your body if you wear that. I’m so sorry, Hana. I won’t let you. I think even Karamatsu agree with me, right Karamatsu??” Kiyoshi gave a dangerous look that made Karamatsu gulped his own saliva and sweating. Hana didn’t notice.

“A-aah! Yes!! I agree with him, Hana-chan!”

Hana, still pouting, feeling very disappointed with her oniichan’s answer. And it’s not that cheap renting. She sighed and nodded.

“Fine. I will listen to you. But you need to pay back the rental money! It’s not cheap”, Hana still pouting at her brother which Kiyoshi found her cute. “Just tell the price away, Hana” answered Kiyoshi easily. Damn... Karamatsu wished to be like him. Rich and hoping to say the same statement like that to Hana.

On her birthday, Ayame threw a suprise birthday party that was planned carefully with the sextuplets, Momoka, Chisato, Yuzu and Kiyoshi few days before. And it worked! Hana didn’t expect them to throw a party at evening in a restaurant for her!

Everyone were enjoying themselves to buffet. Especially the Matsuno. Karamatsu warned his brothers to behave before going to the party but failed. He was laughing nervously when everyone saw his brothers eating like pigs on someone’s birthday. Hana reassured him that it’s okay to let them enjoy theirselves.

Ayame went to Kiyoshi’s side and nudged him on the hip. “You sure Hana is okay to not wear her birthday costume for her party tonight, Kiyoshi-nii?” Ayame whispered. Kiyoshi looked at Hana, who was chatting with Momoka, Chisato and Yuzu on dining table, looking no sign of sadness, he answered proudly, “It’s fine. She looks cute in those floral blue and white dress. And oh- I..picked out for her.”

Ayame gave a look to Kiyoshi. “What? Don’t worry yourself and enjoy the party, Aya-chan! Come! Let nii pour you another champagne”, said Kiyoshi while dragging Ayame to the champagne table.

Few hours later, Hana excused herself quietly and went to the restaurant’s balcony. She closed the door and slowly walked to the outdoor bench. The night view outside of the restaurant was so beautiful. Down below was a view of a street while above view was full with stars. She slowly walked towards the bench, loving the clicking sound of her heels steps. She sat down as she reached.

The peaceful sounds made her wanted to sleep on the bench until she heard a soft click behind her.

“......Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your thoughts.”

Seeing who had said that made her felt relieved and smiled.

“No worries. Join me, my love.”

Karamatsu quickly walked to the bench and sat beside her. “Why are you not inside? Are you not enjoying your party?”

She shooked her head. “I love it. It’s just...”

“Just what, honey?” Karamatsu looked worried for his girlfriend. He scooted nearer to Hana and placed his arm around her.

“I...I may sounds unreasonable but...I really want to wear the bunny costume for my birthday party,” she confessed.

“I am already in my adulthood. I know niichan wants to protect me but I never said anything when he wears something much more revealing and have his girls surrounding him on his birthday party. It’s just....so unfair.” Hana looked at Karamatsu to see if there’s any sign of unbelievable on his face. But Karamatsu just smiled and chuckled.

“I thought you had a stomach ache or you’re not feeling well. But I’m glad that is your reason” Karamatsu said.

“I understand that you want to strut your stuff on your very special day. And I love the outfit so much because you look beautiful in it. And sexy~” Karamatsu used his deep casanova voice on the last part, making Hana giggle.

“But I also understand about Kiyoshi-san trying to protect you. I....actually will feel jealous too if others seeing you in that. Especially by my brothers.”

Karamatsu’s confession made Hana go silence and thinking deep. And Karamatsu again broke her thoughts. He slowly leaning towards Hana’s face, his voice went low and breathy,

“If you still want to wear it on your special day, we still have 3 more hours to celebrate! But....the people invited on the list will be only us two. And celebrate at your apartment. What do you say, Hana?”. Karamatsu’s lips was dangerously onto Hana’s. One move and the lips will meet each other.

And Hana being bold, closed in with a long quick peck before answered, “Sure.”

Their journey to rush back home was difficult by sneaking past through the crowds, the big boss a.k.a Kiyoshi and the second big boss a.k.a Ayame but they managed to escape from it without anyone noticing.

In the taxi they took, neither  of them actually wanted to let go of each other but must behave since they were in public. The lust atmosphere was so heavy you can cut through them.

Reaching upon Hana’s apartment, both of them already calmed down and Hana was so excited to try on her birthday suit! Less than 2 hours left to celebrate Hana’s birthday in her costume.

Karamatsu took off his shoes and arrange them neatly along with Hana’s. He walked to the living room and sat down on the long couch, waiting for his honey to come out of the bedroom showing her sexy costume.

Not long after, the bedroom door creaked open and revealed a sexy figure with sparkly glitters costume. He loves the view so much he wanted to explode right here and now!

Hana walked towards where Karamatsu was sitting. She slowly and carefully pushed Karamatsu so he can sit and relax on the sofa. Hana lifted her right leg and placed beside Karamatsu’s left side. Same goes to her left beside his right. She sat comfortably on top of her lover’s lap and wrapped her arms around Karamatsu’s neck.

Karamatsu’s right hand slid onto Hana’s back, playing a bit with the bunny tail that attached to the costume while his left hand trailing up and down on Hana’s right thigh. He loves the feeling of the stoking that Hana wore right now. He loves the bunny ears on Hana’s head. He loves everything about Hana right now.

The two slowly grinding their hips together.

“Happy Birthday, Atsuko Hana. I hope you had a blast today, my love” Karamatsu wished in breathy and sexy tone.

“I think I will have a blast tonight, darling” answered Hana, latching her lips onto Karamatsu’s.

It was indeed a blasting night. Both of them were enjoying one another and let’s just say, they got scolded on the next day for putting their phone on silent.

[ruined-roses]

One Truth and a dare

A/N - I’m kinda temped to do a part two to this, let me know? 

You hated him, and he knew it. In some ways that made it worse. you see the thing with Shawn was that he was persistent; persistent in the fact that he knew what you thought of him and he would never let you forget it.

The party way buzzing and had been for some time before you arrived with you friend. y/f was the one who had dragged you into the house after you pulled up the car, practically begging her not to come in and that you'd pick her back up if she needed you to. But your efforts were unsuccessful when she pulled you out of the car kicking and screaming. To be fair you'd dressed for the event and your makeup, however minimal it may have been for a house party, was still looking good. Your eyes were shining and glittering thanks to the gold shimmer you had on them and the subtle eye liner was enough to make you feel as though you had your life together. The real thing that made you look like you were going to a party that night was the deep red colour that coated your lips, and while you weren't exactly ecstatic about this whole turn of events you smacked you lips together and walked through the door behind y/f.

It was clear to you that you wouldn't be drinking tonight; the car you parked up made that clear, so you seemed to be stuck in limbo, wanting to have somewhat of a good time but also not wanting to let go too much. begrudgingly you took a seat on the sofa, letting the music around you play through your eyes as two hands came to rest on your shoulders. Looking down you noticed the painted nails you had seen just an hour before and turned to face y/f. She skipped round to be infant of you and pulled your hands up, so you too were standing, and she walked you around to the kitchen where there was a competitive game of beer pong happening. Three teams were stood around the table, each one having two players and the place for one more pair to join. It clicked quickly that she had pulled you from comfort to play and you turned on your heels to walk away but her hands were still on your shoulders from guiding you through the rooms.

“come on y/n let’s just play one game, please?” she begged you as she was a child asking for more ice cream. you turned to face you friend

“you know I can't drin-”

“so I’ll drink for you.” she said matter of factly and tried to stand tall in-front of you. though you couldn't take her seriously, her face was flushed, and a lopsided smile was playing on her lips: she was tipsy, and you weren't about to let her get even more drunk without you to make sure she was okay.

Looking at her pleading face and to the table you sighed, “fine.” and moved towards the corner that was empty.

You hadn't actually looked across at the other pairs until now. Two boys from down your street, you'd seen them a few times before but not much to make notice of them. A couple who were too matchy for it be comfortable with other people, and the final, two taller boys, one with dark hair and a slightly drunken smirk on his face, the other; slightly shorter and with lighter hair, he was absorbed in something on his phone, while the other seemed to be watching the table planning his move. You'd seen them before at parties and avoided their gaze on multiple occasions, with good reason. Shawn and Brian had been close for longer than anyone could recall; but you knew the two of them from school and after then you never really spoke.

“okay who's starting then” One of the boys from the corner called before throwing the ball into the centre of the table. You reached for it; a feeble attempt to get your throw out of the way for a while, only to be met with a large hand, a swallow bird covering most of the skin. You were first to grab the ball and first to look away from his gaze as he looked down at you over the table.

“okay y/n let’s see what you've got” y/f told you when she half attempted to rub any tension from your shoulders pre throw. You shrugged her off and lined up your arm, leaning back and training the ball into the far cup with a splash. It wasn't a hard throw, but it was enough to make some of the liquid bounce out and back into the cup. y/f cheered beside you and grabbed the cup, offering it over to Shawn and Brian across from you. She cheered when Shawn took it from her hand and sipped on the drink. You shook you head and laughed with y/f. The ball was taken out of the cup and passed over to the next couple.

“I didn't know you had it in you, I’ll have you on my team again” she laughed. You held her arm, a soft giggle escaping you lips as you felt yourself loosen up slightly, the apprehension leaving your body. The game continued and the rounds were done quickly, to your surprise disappointment, until there was only y/f, you, Shawn and Brian left. By now, y/f was drunk, but not so much that she couldn’t throw the ball. There was only one cup left on either side of the table, and both pairs looked over at each other, then back to your partner a silent agreement being made as to who would take the shot. As in turn, it was your turn to throw, by now you hadn’t missed a cup and you were determined not to miss now. You had a plan, throw the ball, win the game; simple right? Apparently not so much. Shawn had a way of distracting people which you had quickly tagged onto throughout this game, and now with his eyes trained on you while you tried to concentrate on your aim. Before throwing you looked up and met his gaze only for him to wink and smirk at you when you released the ball from your fingers, watching it bounce once, twice and into the cup. You were quickly surrounded by y/f’s arms, her laugh and congratulations filling your ears, but your eyes were trained on Shawn and the look he gave you. A short nod of his head and he turned to Brian, taking the cup in his hand and drinking the beer.

The party continued and you, once again, found yourself on the sofa again. Surrounded by people and letting the music lull you into a calm state. Having not drank for the evening you were more aware of things than other people, the looks people gave each other, the smell lingering in the air; not extremely unpleasant, but also not desirable.

“who’s up for truth or dare?” Charlotte called from the door. It was her house that everyone was in so naturally she could call the shots as to what happens. There was a quick chorus of agreements and you sat up straighter in your seat while everyone gathered in a makeshift circle around the room. Much to your surprise Shawn was the one to sit next to you, lounging in the sofa, becoming comfortable quickly. You didn’t take much notice of him, not that you’d have wanted to, or the questions to be honest until you were snapped away from your thoughts about food; or the lack thereof.

“y/n, truth or dare?” y/f asked from the floor next to the sofa. She was sat with her back against the front of the sofa, nearly beneath where you were sat with your legs curled on the seat. You had to pause when eyes landed on you and you let your foot drop slightly to knock her on the head lightly.

“uh- truth?” you sounded unsure and rightfully so, with the fact that your best friend was drunk and asking questions this could go anywhere and you thought you at least try the safer option. Or so you thought.

“What’s something you’d never tell anyone because it could ruin you?” she knew the answer to this, at least the first part. You’re not quite sure if people knowing what she knew would ruin you though.

“I can’t think of anything hun, I’m an open book you know that.” You avoided and she seemed to accept your half-assed answer in an avoidance to pry.

You felt a nudge on your side and looked over to Shawn when the next question was asked by someone else, he had a soft but knowing smile on his lips and his eyebrow raised when you looked at him fully.

“what?” you asked, hoping that he would let what every it was go quickly to avoid having to have a conversation with him, especially since the last one you had ended the way it did.

“you sure that you can’t think of anything? I can.” He commented, smile still on his face and his eyes, though clouded with alcohol slightly, were telling: he knew something.

“what could you possibly know that could ruin me?” It didn’t need and answer, purposefully, you wanted to keep this conversation as short as you could but sadly, he continued.

“I could say a lot of things, and you know it” It didn’t help that you knew he was right. The two of you were close once, really close, and as much as it hurt, you had to pretend that you weren’t, you had to hate him and you and he both knew that you had your reasons.

“Maybe. But none that would destroy me, you've got nothing to give that I can't take” you challenged, thinking you’d finished this hushed conversation. Unfortunately, you had not.

“Honey, we both know you’re not that innocent and sweet.” he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear to whisper: “and we both know that I could ruin you in other ways, that we’d both enjoy no matter how hard you try to fight it”

He stood and walked into another room, glancing when he reached the door to see you leaned over talking to y/f who was still sat on the floor. You had strands of her hair tangled in your fingers, your attempt to get that conversation off you mind as she talked at you about something, she saw the other day. You tried to regain your breathing to a steady rhythm, not realising you had held it as he whispered to you just moments before. You had goose bumps on your arm, something you and he knew would happen when we said those words to you. Shawn knew how to get under your skin. That was just another reason to hate him. He was too cocky for his own good, you had told him that long ago, but he knew things about you no one else did, and he would be the one to tell people if he wanted to. He’d done it before that’s for sure. It was a little thing that you told him in confidence, before you were close with y/f. Something that he thought was harmless but actually cost you a lot more that you thought it would. The thing you told him was harmless, a small confession for feelings for your close friend, him at that point. But then he went and told your boyfriend of the time; who he handily happened to hate, and he may have let slip that the two of you kissed (and maybe a bit more was hinted at). Let’s just say that it didn’t end well for anyone or your relationship. After that you hadn’t talked to him in weeks, which then turned to months and eventually years until tonight.

Successfully you avoided looking at your phone for most of the night, until you did. Opening the message, you read it, and reread it before looking around the room for him. Then you reread the message one last time.

Shawn: Meet me outside?

[squidproquoclarice]

I love this chapter!!! Matchy matchy wedding outfits! Albert! Arthur in dog form Dusty! Disgruntled Dido! The world building! Arthur getting more self-confidence! And most especially the sweet requited, yet cautious (almost courtly) love that these two can finally express and are still working out. Will they be on their way to Ambarino next? And are they waiting til their wedding night? Also - like the other anon said - thank you for this despite your schedule. Take time to look after yourself

Fashionable nerds wanting to match a bit for their wedding makes me smile.  So with Sombra, that easily could have turned into another Legendary Animal hunt.  She’s essentially the Mexican answer to Giaguaro, or RDR2′s version of Khan from RDR1.  The Legendary Animal hunts in the main game were fun, but there’s also something that’s a bit of a downer about them.  Mindless trophy hunting c. 1900 is 100% accurate, but I’m a little surprised they didn’t embrace the nuance and hint at some of the problems it would cause in the future, like they did with many other things in RDR2, particularly ones related to thoughtless killing.  The White Bison in particular seems like a misstep since given the chance to do so, R* tried to depict Native Americans as more than just the “stoic noble native”/”ruthless savage” dichotomy, so choosing to slaughter an animal that’s sacred to numerous tribes without any context or consequences is a bad move, IMO. Albert was kind of a natural chance to address more of the ecological mindset and link that together in the way they didn’t in the game.  Plus yeah, him observing that people rush to kill those who take their property and Arthur having a bit of a wince at that as an ex-thief himself was too good to pass up.  Overall I did want to get Albert back in the story if possible because he was such a fun character, and getting Sally Nash back in the picture briefly too, and letting her live her dream, was just an added bonus.(The remarks from Sally and Rob DeFarge that jaguars aren’t good circus cats to display in an act, as opposed to a menagerie/zoo, are accurate.  Jaguars have much more unpredictable behavior than lions, tigers, and leopards so they’re extremely hard, if not impossible, to tame and train.)  Yeah, Dusty pretty much is Arthur in dog form.  There’s good reason Arthur felt drawn to pick up a puppy left abandoned on the street and relates to his anxiety, right?Dido is definitely annoyed, and the passive-aggressive shoving her way back between them given half the chance proves it.  And this is even before they start shutting her and Dusty out of the bedroom so Momma and Daddy can have some private time.  That?  Will not please her.Arthur getting more self-confidence is my jam.  I’m really looking forward to seeing him beyond 1901, because he’s going to continue to grow and change there.  The man we see in 1907 is almost inevitably going to be a lot more comfortable with himself.The journey to Ambarino and Adler Ranch is up next, yeah, and that mission will start in ch 26.  Going to be one hell of a long trip, and opening up more of the map again FTW!As to whether they’re specifically waiting for the wedding night, I’ll see what they say on that, but I’d expect probably not.  That was mostly Sadie joking to defuse the moment of both of them wondering if they expected to go home right then and have sex, and not being ready for that.  They’re neither of them going to make premarital sex into a moral or religious question.I could see Arthur maybe having seriously considered it.  He’s not a prude, but he also doesn’t exactly have a personal frame of reference aside from the cultural notion that “decent” and “proper” people wait, given he hasn’t exactly been around any loving, long-term couples aside from Hosea and Bessie, who were already married by the time they found him.  Had Jake and Sadie waited, he’d probably feel the pressure to do that also so he’s not seemingly treating her and their wedding with less respect than Jake.  But they didn’t, and he knows that, so he’s seeing it’s not quite a black and white dichotomy there.  Being a little excited and impatient a couple days or weeks before the wedding is far different from sleeping together for years without committing.Mostly they’re not rushing to have sex only because they now can do so.  That’s not a good enough reason.  They’re letting things settle a bit first, figuring it out between them, and when they both feel a bit more comfortable with this new dynamic being added to their friendship, it’ll happen.  

[silly-nonny-fics-are-for-fandoms]

Costumes

Bakukami week day 2 (Part 2): “Don’t you fucking dare” @officialbakukamiweek Summary:  Once more the Cultural Festival comes along, but Kaminari has a confession for his boyfriend before the celebrations can begin. Maybe some costumes can help him out? Read on Ao3 "Don't you fucking dare," Bakugo hissed to his boyfriend, who he was sure just confirmed that Kaminari Denki was the biggest idiot in the entire history of the world.

"Aww, c'mon, it's not that bad."

"It's like trying to fucking skydive without a goddamn parachute."

"Kacchan, it's not that bad! Besides, I'm not suicidal!"

"I doubt that some fucking days." Bakugo groaned.

His stupid, cute, silly boyfriend was in a fucking maid uniform, short puffy skirt, apron, corset and all under the black dress. It was hard to remember that, yes, Denki was male, but he didn't care enough to try to.

"It's cute! Don't you think? We did leave costumes up to Yaoyorozu and Iida, after all. Join me~" 

"Like fuck I'm gonna wear a goddamn frilly ass dress!"

"You haven't even seen it, it isn't frilly!"

"Fuck you!"

"Kiri's doing it."

"Do I look like shitty hair to you?!"

Kaminari looked really good in a maid costume. The cultural festival had come, and somehow they'd approved doing a Costume cafe. Everyone was supposed to wear a different one, and Denki had been told to choose between two outfits they had. A school-girl uniform, or... this French maid. Thing. 

"I'm not fucking doing it."

"Babe, we can be all matchy-matchy!" Denki jumped slightly, the lace up high heels he wore clinking against the floor.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll go hiking with you."

"Absolutely not."

"You'd look so good!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes, looking his boyfriend up and down. The dress had a huge cutout on the back in the shape of a diamond, barely covering the corset which had a sweetheart ruffled neckline in the front, the black part coming to an underbust sinch. He wore the classic maid headwear, a choker and thigh high black ruffled stockings to match. The shoes he already owned.

"Like fuck I'd look good as a girl."

"It's not as a girl, it's a costume." Denki shrugged sitting down next to him, the skirt coming up just a bit.

"Of course you'd fucking choose to do a maid..." Bakugo grumbled, looking anywhere but the face of his boyfriend.

"Well, Midoriya is wearing a girl's costume. Figured you'd want to one-up him." 

Bakugo clenched his fists, growling, and he spat out, "Go get the fucking costume."

A yukata. A fucking yukata. Pale orange, with red and yellow flowers, embroidered into it; perfectly hanging his body and helping to hide his broad shoulders.

"I can't believe you actually got him to do it," Mina exclaimed, her magician's outfit similar to Denki's, only with a leotard and fishnets.

"Literally, you can get Kacchan to do almost anything by telling him Midoriya's doing it. Or challenge him to do it." He shrugged, still grinning and accepting his bet money. Date night, here he went.

Bakugo stared at his boyfriend in anger, "Where the fuck is Deku?" He growled.

"Oh, Midoriya's changing, he'll be out in a mi-"

"I am not coming out!" Midoriya called through the door. 

"It's not bad, is it?" Yaoyorozu asked, "Does it not fit?"

"It isn't that it doesn't fit..." 

"Then come on out!" Mina cheered.

"No-!"

"You fucking coward!" Bakugo yelled, throwing open the door to the changing room.

Midoriya had a cheerleader's uniform on. Holy shit. He closed the door, walked back to his boyfriend, and grinned. "I win. Now give me my real costume, Denki." Denki pouted, going over to the costume rack and pulling out a butler's costume, suit and tie, and waistcoat. 

Yaoyorozu smiled looking at the couple.

"Kaminari asked for you two to match, so we gave you a butler uniform to match his maid."

"And if he'd fuckin' picked to do schoolgirl?" Bakugo sneered.

"Then we'd have you wear your uniform."

Bakugo didn't understand these kids, but he walked over to the changing room again to take this damn yukata off and into his proper costume.

"He did look good though," Mina shrugged, Denki looking slightly dejected.

"He doesn't have to be so freaked out about it. He got mad at me when he first saw me in this, too."

"Denki..." Mina sighed, sitting the blonde down, "is there something you wanna tell us? Are you being-?"

"No, no! I'm not!" Denki's hands went up, shaking wildly. Bakugo was mean and brash and violent, but he'd never actually hurt Denki, "I just. I don't know how I'm gonna tell him."

"You've gotta tell him eventually."

"I know, I know. But it's not like I can just go up to him and say "Hey, Kacchan, I love you and you know that, but I just wanted to say I like wearing dresses! I'm genderfluid; You okay with that?"" 

"Why is it such a big deal?" Yaoyorozu asked, leaning forward. She looked really good in her flapper girl costume.

"I can't just. Tell him I'm genderfluid. Just like I don't like talking to any of the other boys about it." Denki curled in on himself, Mina patting him on the back.

"Denks, sweetie, I don't think he'll care. So what if there are times you feel more like a girl than a guy?" 

"I'm his boyfriend, and I don't. He got freaked out by me in the dress. I don't know what to do!"

"Well, whatever you're gonna do, you better do it soon. He's gonna come out of the changing room any minute."

"I know-"

"Kaminari," Yaoyorozu interrupted, "If he loves you, he'll accept this part of you."

Denki nodded, and at that moment, Bakugo walked out of the changing room looking like a million dollars. His heart raced, standing and smoothing out his skirt. He was the same height as Bakugo in these heels. 

"You look great," He said, face red.

"Of course I do." Bakugo shrugged, catching a quick kiss.

"Uhm, babe, there's. Something I need to talk with you about."

Bakugo shrugged, waiting for Denki to tell him.

"Not here. Let's go to my room?"

When they arrived at the messy room, door closed behind them and locked, Bakugo turned on his boyfriend.

"What the fuck did you wanna tell me?"

"I. Katsu, what do you think of my costume? Answer me, then I'll tell you."

"You look fucking hot. I don't like it. Some bitch from another class is going to see you like that and I fucking hate it."

Denki couldn't keep the smile off of his face. Bakugo could be romantic when he wanted to be, only, it was rare.

"Then. Katsu," He took a deep breath, "How would you feel if I started wearing dresses more often?"

"Why the fuck should I care what you wear? So long as you didn't steal it from me, you can wear whatever."

"Okay. That wasn't how I meant it to come across but okay. Katsuki, I'm genderfluid."

"The fuck does that mean?"

"It means there are times where I feel more like a guy, and some where I feel like a girl, and some where I feel like both or neither." He bit his lip, looking at his boyfriend who shrugged again.

"Do I have to change what I call you?"

Denki shook his head. "No, I'd say I feel like a guy ninety percent of the time anyway, but I don't care about pronouns that much. You can keep calling me whatever you want."

Bakugo grinned, "Then I'll just call you my bitch." He wrapped his arms around Denki's waist, and Denki chuckled.

"You know the way to my heart, Katsuki."

"I fucking better be the only one who does."

Denki felt the grope on his rear, laughing even louder. "How are you gonna make it through the festival?"

"Simple. You're mine."

"Maybe I'll flirt with some of the customers, see what happens."

"Don't you fucking dare."

Bakugo knew Denki flirted, it was pretty much the only language the blonde spoke a lot of the time, but it didn't mean he was happy about it when it wasn't directed at him.

"Awww, but it makes things interesting, doesn't it?"

"Not if they flirt back or touch you. Then I have to murder them for touching what's mine."

"Oooohhhh, I like the sound of that." Denki pressed forward for a kiss, his boyfriend's hands snaking up his skirt, feeling the lace underwear which he'd also already owned; he could never ask Yaoyorozu to make something like that for him.

"This costume might not survive to see the stupid festival." Bakugo grinned predatorily, pressing him against the bed. Denki moaned, his hips bucking just a bit and hair splaying out behind him.

"Don't you dare ruin this cute dress," Denki pouted, face red and bright.

"And what if I do?" Bakugo looked him up and down, licking his lips.

"Then I'll wear that Yukata you had on, and show everyone pictures of you wearing it."

"And this is why I fucking love you."

In the end, the festival had a gorgeous Yukata-clad Denki and a pile of burnt photos in the corner of the room.

[here-there-be-nerds]

Single Dad Taako 6

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While everything had been pretty settled during the quest the boy's ended up calling Crystal Kingdom for the obvious joke it turns out there were a few loose ends Kravitz wanted to go over. Taako was more than delighted to take on the task on meeting up with Kravitz. He wasn't a fool though, despite the stupid shit he got up to, he arranged to meet the reaper somewhere more public to control the scene lest things go south.

The Chug N' Squeeze was the big new thing that just opened up on the moon base where the Bureau of Balance did most of its business and its launching. This establishment was known for its fine wine selections and entertaining pottery classes. Have a drink, make a pot, have a fun night.

This is where Kravitz found himself awkwardly walking into, of all the places to meet Taako to discuss something that could potentially take the elf to the Astral Plane. Kravitz says potentially, but he had already discussed the case with the Raven Queen and she found it a sound mistake, she also said that Lady Istus explained the situation and cleared the matter. So really this was no longer necessary but...Kravitz found himself intrigued by Taako.

Kravitz found Taako easily enough and took a seat at the pottery wheel next to him as he greeted him. As he looked around the room he noticed all the stations were set in pairs and everyone in attendance seemed enamored with each other. They were all couples certainly.

"Hey homie~" Taako greeted as he sat down.

They both worked on pottery as they discussed the issues of Refuge, arguing the concept of the boy's being special edge cases and not just the run of the mill souls to worry over. Taako insisted on making a fine bowl despite the theme of the night being vases, it was incredibly endearing. The more they spoke the more Kravitz couldn't understand Taako.

"If you don't me asking, but why are you doing all this? Risking your life and putting yourself in known dangerous situations?" Kravitz asked.

"Because I'm afraid no one else would have me." Taako responded without missing a beat.

The phrasing haunting familiar to Kravitz in a way he wasn't prepared for, he felt like that was something he should recall with but couldn't place it. He was far too unnerved in the blatant honest, it was disarming.

"Wow." Kravitz said blindsided. "That was a very honest answer; I have to admit I'm a bit shocked."

"Well, I mean, it is the truth. And if I can't be honest in the...in the Chug N' Squeeze, where can I, my man?" Taako said with restrained laughter with how absurd that must sound.

They spoke more of personal things after that, Kravitz had even shared his dreams of when he was alive of being a conductor for an orchestra. Taako told a tale of how he had lived out his dreams of being a traveling celebrity chef for a few years but dodged when asked why he stopped.

During things Taako had slid his chair closer to Kravitz's station as he showed signs of struggling with his piece. Taako placed his hands over Kravitz’s, having to move behind him some and pressing against his shoulder.

"Ah, hatchi matchi, those are clammy." Taako said as he discovered the icy feel of the reaper’s skin, he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised.

Taako noted how flustered Kravitz had become and smiled secretly to himself as he assisted in the shaping of Kravitz's vase. If he shared with the reaper a half lidded look that was rather sensual, well, that was how Taako do.

Taako giggled as Kravitz began to go skeletal in the middle of things and finally backed off, oh yes, this was going to be interesting.

That had been their first date, something to this day Kravitz had been thrown off by. Their second had been a more official affair that Taako allowed Kravitz to plan. The man did not disappoint.

While inter plane rift traveling was something that would be something to get used to it was the best way to find yourself literally anywhere.

Where Kravitz had taken him was breath taking to say the very least, it was a stunning lake that went on for miles that at first he thought it was the ocean. Kravitz couldn't have known this, but the beach had been a special thing for Taako, he and his family had spent an entire month out on the beach front because...well that was another story. So Taako's heart clenched pleasantly as he watched the sun sparkle like diamonds crashing against the shore.

Kravitz cool hand slipped into Taako's and it drew him out of himself as he saw a smile grace the reapers face. It felt like Taako was caught up in the waves the way Kravitz looked at him, like the man was seeing a sunset for the first time. It was like the world shifted as Kravitz lead Taako down the shore.

They abandoned the idea of wearing shoes in favor of holding them as they rolled up their pants and allowed the cold waters to wash over their feet. Taako was delighted to see buttoned up Kravitz in such a relaxed state.

The venture had lead them a good ways from where they had started, Taako didn't mind at all as he looped arms with Kravitz and they chatted through the journey. Taako had teased him relentlessly for being so cliché and loving how incredibly easy it was to fluster the Grim Reaper.

They came upon a blanket in the middle of the beach that was strewn with a simple picnic set up and a wine bottle set in a bucket of ice.

"What...did you really?" Taako asked as he turned to Kravitz.

"Too cliche again?" Kravitz asked, almost genuinely concerned.

"Well..." Taako leaned more into Kravitz as he looked over the blanket. "It’s classic for a reason, my dude, it's...sweet."

When they settled in and Kravitz served Taako up a plate he sheepishly admitted he hadn't made of it and actually had to find a vendor to pick it up from.

"I don't think I've been in a kitchen for a few decades and that was still for work." Kravitz said with a nervous laugh.

"No worries, can't all be five star chefs." Taako said as he took the plate of boneless chicken and sides of coleslaw and mashed potatoes. "Did you go to Fantasy KFC?" He snorted.

"No?" Kravitz said puzzled. "Would have you preferred that?"

"Hell no." Taako scrunched up hoax nose. "None for Taako, thanks. Nah, this does look much better, less greasy."

It wasn't half bad and the real treat was watching Kravitz try to figure out how to eat a drum stick. The man ended up using a fork and knife insisting he didn't want to get it all over his hands. Taako could hardly stifle his laughter despite his best efforts.

It had been a simple thing but it had Taako on cloud nine when he came home. Angus was probably in bed by now, grumpy that Taako had Barry and Lup watch him.

Taako sighed dreamily to himself, ignoring how silly it was to feel like this after just a few dates but after all the shit in his life? He felt he deserved some school kid gushing over the cute boy that actually wanted to keep seeing him. Kravitz was a sap, Taako could already see that. He was so cheesy but it was so attractive? He treated Taako like he hung the moon, it was hauntingly familiar but at the same time utterly unique.

Taako's ears flicked as he heard small sounds down the hall and he silently moved to catch Angus hiding in the hall.

"Ah!"

"Ah!" Taako mocked, rolling his eyes playfully. "What are you doing up, squirt?"

"I...I just wanted to make sure you were home." Angus stammered, flustered at being caught.

"Yea, just ol'Taako." Taako said, ruffling Angus' hair as he passed him on his way to his room. "Hit the hay, kiddo, its late."

"Okay..." Angus mumbled and it stopped Taako in mid reach for his door.

"You okay?" Taako asked looking back at the boy.

Angus shifted his weight from foot to foot; his gaze down and Taako realized he was wearing his glasses. He'd been up for a while.

"Sleep over?" Taako asked softly.

Angus nodded a little and went into his room to retrieve a pillow and joined Taako into his room.

"Did you have fun hangin with your nerdy aunt and uncle?" Taako asked as he started getting ready for bed and Angus got under the covers.

"Yes...but I don't need babysitters when you go out on missions and stuff." Angus huffed haughtily as he sunk under the covers. "I'm almost ten years old now, sir; I can take care of myself."

"You can barely reach the cupboards." Taako pointed out as his disappeared into the master bath to change into his pajamas.

"I...I have a stool!" Angus protested.

"Anges, it just makes /me/ feel better." Taako said as he came back out. "Knowing people who can reach the food are here."

Angus hid a smile under the covers, Taako may have had him a year and something now, but it always funny to watch the elf try to act like he didn't care about the little things. It was something Angus learned about quick and he saw right through it and it always made him really happy as strange as it was. Because it meant Taako /cared/ about /him/. It meant a lot, these moments.

Taako had swung some pretty baller tickets if he did say so himself~ It was actually something that had been a bit difficult and he had a bit of a time about it but Taako could be quite Charming when he wanted to be. It wasn't like that guy was gonna be there night of anyway.

It also gave him the perfect excuse to go all the fuck out wardrobe wise, he finally got to slip into that sleek navy gown that fit him like a glove, dust off his pearls and his finest heels.

A night at the opera, usually not Taako's thing, but Kravitz was going to lose his mind. They met at the theater and instantly Kravitz dropped his jaw, had he been in skeleton mode it literally would have fallen to the ground, Taako would have loved to see that.

"Ready babe?" Taako smirked pleased with himself beyond belief.

"I...you...wow." Kravitz swallowed, something Taako was sure wasn't something the reaper needed to do, but he had been picking up some mortal traits the longer he kept up a physical form. A form Taako dug.

"Yea, this ole thing." Taako unfurled his hand fan to cover his shit eating grin. "Bout time I got some use out of it."

"You...you look astounding." Kravitz breathed as he looked Taako in the eyes and it sent pleasant fluttering through the elf.

That wasn't something he was used to, his dates usually said things like that looking a little further south and the honesty of it had Taako resisting to squirm. What the fuck?

"Could say the same, but you always look killer." Taako snorted. "Maybe not the best turn of phrase, but works all the same."

Kravitz smiled as he chuckled and offered his arm which Taako graciously took.

"I had no idea you were interested in Riley Switz's work." Kravitz said as they made their way inside.

"Oh yea, for sure, he's totally the best, never go unless it's my dude Switz." Taako said as he pressed into Kravitz side.

"You've never heard of her have you?" Kravitz lifted a brow good-naturedly.

"I've never heard of them." Taako admitted, grinning slyly.

"You're in for a treat; she is a very talented composer." Kravitz said.

Kravitz went on and on about his favorite pieces by this whoever as they handed over their tickets and found their box. Yes, box, Taako didn't half ass a fancy ass date. Kravitz was ecstatic and the way his lit up at the view was worth the gold spent and how he jabbered on this that went straight over Taako's head made the elf bite his lip to keep smiling like a dope.

The show started and Kravitz took Taako's hand in his own and the cool touch was really starting to feel nice in his hands. Kravitz was like a child when he watched the opera unfold, getting to the edge of his seat at parts, covering his mouth at the dramatics, squeezing Taako's hand along with every emotional reaction.

It was stunning; Taako almost missed most of the performance because of the better show he had up here in the box they shared. Kravitz really was something else, always surprising him.

  After the show, Kravitz was on another high of rambling as they went back down. So focused on discussing his favorite parts that he hadn't noticed that Taako had been leading him back stage.

"You wanna tell them that?" Taako asked as he jerked his head in the direction of the members of the orchestra that was finishing up packing their things.

Kravitz focused on where they were and gasped, unnecessary for a man that doesn't require to breathe. How could Taako get more of these reactions?

"I, we, what?" Kravitz sputtered.

"Got back stage access, baby~!" Taako bragged as he grinned.

Kravitz looked at Taako and the elf gripped his clutch bag tightly, he was looking at Taako like he had been the performance the whole time. Like he was the dazzling lights, the stunning costuming, the rise and fall of music perfectly executed. It was flooring to be so adored by a single person.

"You did all this...for me?" Kravitz asked astonished.

"Yea, it's whatever." Taako shifted his gaze, it was too much. "I know you like this music crap so I was like what the hell, y'know?"

Taako started as Kravitz took his hands despite the clutch in his way, squeezing gently and Taako looked at him. Breath taking, fuck, Kravitz was over the moon right now and Taako put that look on his face.

"Thank you." Kravitz said softly.

The words so simple so common, but Kravitz's eyes spoke volumes more. It swept Taako away in emotions he hadn't felt in years and also never at all. These were original and untainted. The reaper might as well have said the big three and maybe in a way he had?

"It's...n-nothin'." Taako stammered as he tried to maintain his aloof allure.

Kravitz's smile shifted into something more knowing and pleased. Well fuck.

They spent the rest of their time at the theatre speaking with the band members, Taako's arm lopped with Kravitz as the reaper asked question after question. When he wasn't asking he was complimenting them all like the huge nerd he was. It was a great night.

At the end of the night Kravitz dropped Taako off at the moon base dorm he was staying at for an upcoming mission, that and Taako hadn't wanted Angus to be uncomfortable with a stranger around the house. That was a different thing for a different time.

"I had...the most amazing time." Kravitz said as they stood outside of Taako's door, a strange formality for a man who can rip open rifts to anywhere.

"It was pretty bitchin'." Taako agreed, biting his lip as he looked into Kravitz's adoring eyes. "Let's do it again sometime?" Taako restrained himself from clenching his hands, shoving his insecurities off the side of the moon base.

"I'll try to live up to this level of entertainment." Kravitz joked without pause, no hesitation, already planning their next date in his head.

Taako relaxed and smoothed out the tension in his shoulders with a shrug.

"No worries, kemosabe, not everything can get up to the hype of a Taako event. Anything is chill." Taako said casually and it had been honest, Taako didn't need flare from Kravitz, just his company would be enough. Taako tried to ignore how sappy that was.

"Still, I already can't wait." Kravitz said as he stepped into Taako's personal space, looking flushed as he gazed into Taako's eyes, possibly his soul.

"May I? Uh, may I kiss you?" Kravitz asked so politely Taako wanted to laugh but he couldn't find it in him to do it.

"Yea, lay it on me." Taako blushed lightly despite his flippant response.

Kravitz didn't seem to mind, he didn't seem to mind so much about Taako. He seemed thrilled and delighted in the elf's very existence; it was something to get used to.

Kravitz placed a cool hand on Taako's hip and held them flush against each other as his other hand cupped Taako's cheek as if he was delicate fine china. Looked at him like he was a precious thing meant to be cared for and Taako was swept away and they hadn't even kissed yet!

Their lips meet in a softness Taako wasn't used to. Rough, sharp, with demanding hands handling him with the intention to break, hell yea; that was the usual for ol'Taako. But not Kravitz, he was so gentle in his affection as they slotted together, as if Taako was his prized possession that he took the upmost care of least it get damaged. Except...Kravitz would never think of Taako as a possession but a gift to be near, the way he kissed Taako, giving the elf every opportunity to pull away at any time.

It was so overwhelming that Taako had almost not noticed how cold Kravitz's lips were. Sure it was a bit weird at first, but he delighted in it, it was so Kravitz. When they parted Taako couldn't open his eyes for a few moments, he didn't even know where he was for a second.

"I...fuck." Taako sputtered as he opened his eyes to see that adoring face. "Like...damn. How were you ever single?"

Kravitz stared at him perplexed for a beat before laughing boisterous and unrestrained. Oh no, Taako was done for, for sure.

They shared another, shorter kiss before they parted for the night. Taako pressed his back against his door once he was inside.

Was it possible to fall in love this quickly? In this short of time? The one thing people in love rarely have enough of? Oh boy, he was in it now.

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