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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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A Witchers Pack Final

The time has come and the pups arrive but will everything be alright in the end for the unconventional family of witcher's

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Warnings:Angst, Birth, Near death or a child, Swearing, Fluff

A/n: Oh My God...so I am very happy with this and this story is now complete! Yay! I hope you like it, I enjoyed writing it and want to thank @havenoffandoms for helping me come up with this, without them this would never have been written xxx

Taglist: @ayamenimthiriel @chynagirl13 @iloveyouyen

A Witchers Pack Final

You rocked slowly in front of the fire place in your and Geralt's room, one hand roamed your protruding bump. The rocking chair that had been found in the old nursery has been a god send ever since you couldn't get up from the bed, you'd been sleeping in it. You sighed it had been one hell of a night and you almost cried in relief as the sun began to peak over the mountains, long sleepless nights with only the fire for company were dreadfully boring and becoming painful, you hadn't gotten any sleep again you just pasted the time and rocked slowly pushing of the floor with your toes. You heard Jaskiers soft snores from the bed, he always stayed in here with you whilst Geralt was away on contracts. He would be back at some point today with Lambert and Eskel, they were meant to be back a few days ago wanting to be back for the birth. The birth you knew was close, it had to be if it wasn't you don't know how you was going to get them out, with the size you were it was becoming a real worry, sighing the shook the thoughts away. You turned your head and peeked threw the bars of the crib holding Rebbeka, she was sleeping soundly still clutching her rabbit that seemed to go everywhere she went at fifteen months she was already a stubborn little girl headstrong...She had everyone wrapped around her little finger and the little bugger knew it. She was a beauty her eyes had not changed one bit, still had calm light blue irises that were wide and attentive, her hair was a little lighter now longer to resting in thick loose curly waves at her shoulders soon you would be able to pull it back into pigtails.

She was still small but she didn't let that stop her. She was a perfect combination of her father and papa ,she explored with no fear getting into all sorts of mischief, becoming an early walker just to try and unsheath one of the knifes hidden in Geralt’s boot!. No one knew how she spotted it but that was just her all over she was curious to curious and a determined little madam everyone needed eyes on the back of their head when she was toddling about. But she also knew who to run to when things got a little to hairy...And no it wasn't always Geralt when he would catch her doing something naughty and scold her, she would always stop and look around and you can guarantee if Vesemir was near by she would drop to the floor and crawl as fast as she possibley could to her grandpa reaching for him whilst throwing Geralt cautious looks over her shoulder. It was quite comical watching her tuck her self into Vesemir babbling at him, clearly trying to get her father in trouble. If Vesemir wasn't around she would just give the great white wolf the run around... Then there was the time she climbed the stairs for the first time, he all but died when he found her precariously balanced half way up the stone stairs to your room playing with her snuggles. He could never keep a stern face for long always cracking when she would give him a cheesy smile and giggle at him reaching for a cuddle.

You smiled to yourself rubbing your tummy in long circular strokes trying to ease the tension, this pregnancy had been tougher and easier for different reasons. It was tougher longer much longer than with Rebbeka you was sitting on a full eleven months now, just over. It was concerning the others but you reasoned that if they had any mutations they might take a little longer to arrive ,as long as they were healthy you didn't care. Moving around was much harder this time as your stomach was huge and you had a much larger appetite e you couldn't move or sleep or do anything really. But then through all that you was thankful you wasn't on the road, you definitely wouldn't have been able to manage it. And thank the gods you didn't have much to do here either, you mostly walked around the keep spending time with Jaskier and Vesemir while the others were out on contracts. The man enjoyed having new people to share his stories with and you was thankful for them, not only did you learn about various monsters and such it also helped calm you down, took your mind off of things when you became irritable. This time around you had succumb to nesting, fidgeting and tweaking the cribs positions,tidying up and cleaning sorting through everything you had all gathered together for the children, most of the clothes and toys came from Lambert and Eskel. Who both had money on the gender, Lambert was certain you were having girls ,Eskel boys which helped in a way because you had a dresser of clothes for each. Vesemir had quietly began writing his more... Age appropriate stories in a journal he found for you,Jaskier and Geralt to read to them as they grew. Much to the younger Witchers horror many of the stories included tales of them as boys and first encounters with monsters making you and Jaskier cry with tears of laughter at the messes they got into... More so Geralt and Eskel. Jaskier may or may not have composed a few songs from the stories to use as lullabies for the pups.

The three of you had decided that the arrangement would stay the same for the new additions, Jaskier would be their papa and Geralt their father which had been a big weight off your shoulders. You huffed rocking faster closing your eyes wincing as your back ached still. But the aches wasn't as bad as the pains not only of your stomach stretching to house the pups but they were strong. To strong. The kicks and punches were definitely something to do with Geralt's witcher blood, they had to be Rebbeka was never this strong, more often then not you had been made bed bound by the shear force of a kick to the ribs, or bladder the bruises seeping through to your stomach clear as day or they would wind you to the point of nearly passing out and in the worst cases you would end up spitting blood which worried everyone. They all agreed that the new pups have indeed inherited there fathers more peculiar genes and everyone had pushed you to take it easy, one wrong move and one of the children could really hurt you. it was one thing to be hit by a witchers strength from outside where your bones and muscles are some form of protection...But they were inside and there was nothing softening the blows.

You winced getting up as Rebbeka whined her large blues staring at you through the bars of her crib. slowly you waddled over to her grunting as you pulled her up making your way over to the changing table making quick work of her nappy then set her on the bed to wake Jaskier. She giggled scrambling up the cover sitting on his tummy

"pap..pap!" she bounced on him calling him making him groan as she jumped giggling squeezing the air out of him. quickly he moved holding on of her arms making sure she wouldn't fall and laughed at the bright child.

"Yes yes I'm up....I'm up" he huffed looking around the room spotting you

"You look like hell...no sleep again?" you pouted sitting on the bed by his feet shrugging Rebbeka giggled as Jaskier tickled her a little making her pull at his fingers making him chuckle.

"I'm used to it...can you help me down with her...I cant stay up here much longer" he smiled nodding rolling Rebbeka over onto the bed and covered her with the blanket as he rose making the pup giggle and try to wrestle her way out throwing his legs over the bed pulling on some clothes then quickly pulled the blanket from the squirming child

"boo!" she screamed then laughed as he made her jump then picked her up helping you down the steep stairs with Rebbeka on his hip making your way into the grand hall.

"AH! oof! oolf! ah ah ah pap oolf!!" Rebbeka squealed in delight as she noticed the three witchers had returned each holding there own cup full of what you presumed was herbal teas. You had to cover your mouth as you saw Geralt’s face as she called him...She was to small to call him Father and had somehow picked up the habit of calling him wolf....or oolf as she managed it, you watched as she all but kicked out at Jaskier making grabby hands to Geralt, after all he had been away for Three weeks.Jaskier put the squirming pup down before he dropped her and Geralt quickly found himself wrapped around Rebbeka as she clambered up at him. you smiled moving slowly down the length of the table settling down beside him giving a chaste kiss to his lips only to be growled at by your pup making you laugh

"I wonder where she got that from?" you said giving Geralt a look as Rebbeka continued holding his hair like reins and tucking her face into him, you moved back in your seat wincing again as your tummy tensed, it had been happening on and off all night that's why you couldn’t sleep. Eskel laughed as he watched the whole scene unfold, then saw your wince as you cupped your bump

"Whats wrong?" he asked seriously all mirth gone suddenly you had everyone's attention

"I...I think they are getting restless....I'm getting twinges is all wont be surprised if they aren’t here by the end of the week" Geralt looked at you across the table nodding bouncing Rebbeka taking a deep breath.

"If anything changes....let us know" you nodded pulling a cup from the table making your own tea adding honey. you missed the look the witcher's shared between them selves.

Over the next couple of days you noted that you were never alone one of them was always with you even when you bathed, tho if it was anyone other then Geralt of Jaskier they had to be outside of the door...Geralt had nearly ripped Lambert a new one and was only stopped by Vesemir knocking some sense into him. Currently you was sitting in the small library with Vesemir cured up leaning on him as he told you of a particularly tricky nymph contract he had Taken Geralt on as a young man, Rebbeka was having a the time of her life with the new toys from her uncles recent travels scattered about her on the rug.

"And then Geralt being the younger more rash man he was decided that he would try to out seduce The water nymph...You can imagine how I found him the next morning in the spring, he was lucky she was only after the pink pearls in his pack or-" mid way through his sentence he stopped and pulled back his yellow eyes roaming your body. You pulled back worried automatically cupping your tummy. "What is it?" he shifted moving you slightly then you felt it..Your dress was wet and so was the cushion below you. You gasped and swore face burning bright as you gathered your skirts making to stand thinking you had another accident courtesy of the pups lounging on your bladder but he stopped you keeping you seated.

"Its not...I can smell it and that isn't...They are coming its time" you opened your mouth to argue but stopped and looked down, they had been still, just like Rebbeka you hadn’t paid no mind thinking it a blessing as you managed for first uninterrupted night in weeks, you then gazed back to him frightened grabbing him tightly worried, his own concerned gaze did nothing to stem your on fears, the primal fear of birth suck in. He smoothed your hair hushing you.

"Don’t panic...It's going to be okay...I've got you" you gulped taking a deep breath. He moved quickly removing himself from your grasping hands calling over Rebbeka who crawled over to him letting him pick her up. Then made for the door opening it.

"GERALT! JASKIER ITS TIME!!" you took deep breaths as you tried to prepare yourself for whats to come in. Digging your fingers into the padded surface of the twoseater, in a matter of moments the room was full of witchers all trying to be useful, you would have laughed had you not been quivering in fear. Geralt looked to you then the others.

"Everyone ready?" they nodded quickly dashing from the room determination on their faces you didn't have time to question them as Rebbeka was placed in Jaskiers arms Vesemir quickly blowing a small puff of powder into her face making her cough a little then he moved casting a sign and telling the child to sleep, within moments she was sleeping peacefully in her papa's arms. As this happened you was quickly picked up by Geralt you whimpered at him as an almost pitiful tugging began on your stomach muscles.

"Geralt what? what did Vesemir? where are we going?" he hushed you and continued walking swiftly down into a basement type room it would have been dark had it not bee full of light candles you could see a small single bed that had been moved to rest atop of a table making it higher. You gasped when you saw a few tall shelves full of different vials by the side of it. Lambert was busy counting herbs and various potion names out to Eskel who was warming some water by a huge open fire place.

"G-Geralt what is this place?" he sighed and gave you a grim look. He didn't want to tell you that you was going to be giving birth here...In the very chamber he and the others had undergone their mutations, but it was the only place in kaer morhen that had the apothecary ,magical and medical necessities that they needed. they had all decided reluctantly that this was the best place, incase there was any problems no one knew what mutations or issues the pup's would have but this was the best equipped room they had.

"It's where we were made....it has everything we might need for them...If thing begin to....Its got medicine and Lambert can make any potion or elixirs we may need...I'm sorry you have to bring them into the world here but we didn't have many options." you gulped as he laid you on the bed you tried calming down as you looked up into the ceiling seeing many terrifying vials and instruments hanging you closed your eyes looking away holding Geralt’s hand tightly, he squeezed back. You looked at him frantically as yous tummy tensed this time bringing the first sharp pain, like someone twisting a blade in your gut. You gasped panting holding your stomach. He looked down placing a hand on yours Jaskier quickly placed Rebbeka on the array of pillows laid out for her and came up beside you, warely looking above to the instruments hanging around you.

"Geralt...Promise me that....If Its me or them choose them....Promise me" the others stopped and it was only then that you noticed Jaskier as he gasped then looked to the others severe looks. Geralt leaned down placing his forehead to yours looking hurt and lost.

"It...It wont come to that....That’s why we are here You will be fine all of you" you panted curling with another pain biting your lip grunting and hissing as this contraction upped the ante it lasted longer this time making you swear,once the pain passed you stayed there and gave him a kiss. whispering to him desperately.

"Promise me!" he swallowed and nodded unable to speak he looked to Jaskier who gripped your other hand.

"It will be okay, we will take care of them if..." he trailed off Geralt snapped at him but you stopped him,Jaskier understood your need for that reassurance. you squinted smiling tightly as another pain made your body tremble, you looked around frantic.

"Rebbeka?!" Vesemir appared at the bottom of the bed.

"She is here, I put her into a light sleep....well deep enough that she will not wake down here, we did not want her to see all this and be frightened" he said waving around to the torturous looking instruments.

"She is over there by the fire, see?" you tilted your head around and nodded then quickly slammed your head back as another contraction tore threw you and you screamed feeling one child shift lower, settling right at your cervix the pain didn't relent as they stayed there. you shook your head and tore at the blankets.

"I-Its not......Not stopping!!" you cried out confused as to why this pain didn't fade ass the others had. Vesemir wasted no time in holding you high off the bed letting your packmates tugged your skirts up. You moaned and screamed as the new position made your back spasm and cramp. Finally having enough of wrestling with the fabric Geralt handed Jaskier a knife cutting and ripping it away fro you and lifted your knees. Lambert came over with a tiny vial filled with a whitish grey liquid and dropper.

"Open, this is for the pain, it was used a few decades ago for birthing pains" you did open your mouth

"lift your tongue" you did as instructed and hear him count the drops once he reached five he moved away. you tensed again as another wave of pain crashed over you, you whole body trembled and tensed you screeched out.

"IT'S NOT WORKED LAMBERT!!" he sighed at you and waved of your anger as you laid back cursing him out then as quickly as you could catch your breath another pain came this time you felt the need to push. Wasting no time you moved up to your elbows and feeling Geralt and Jaskier's hovering hands around you, they knew you were working on instinct and was merely there for moral support, you grunted grinding your teeth and curved yourself around digging your heels in the bed and pushed. you panted and dropped your head to your chest taking deep breaths as you had a moment of relief. Geralt moved his hand around concentrating feeling the pup.

"They are low...Very low the next push or one after should do it..." he said you smiled quickly at him, thank fuck!

"That’s will be quick! most humans are in this part for hours!" you heard Eskels voice from somewhere in the room

"She's omega, this is what she was made for. Her births will always be fast her body will only start going into true labor when she is already...open and able to pass the child... She has been slowly moving them lower since breakfast its why I kept her with me in the library" you looked to Vesemir shocked and went to shake your head at him going to argue but was cut of by another scream pushing with all your might baring down physically feeling the pus shift lower and lower until. Your high pitched screech took on new heights as you felt yourself bare the pup. the witcher's couldn't help but cover their sensitive ears as you cried out. Suddenly Geralt was there below you, this time not freezing or faltering he moved swiftly taking the soft cord from Jaskier tying it around the umbilical cord and cutting the child's bond from you with the curved knife used on Rebbeka. you held you breath for a few seconds as a deafening silence echoed in the room for a few moments freighting everyone. Suddenly there was a small gasp and cry form the pup you tried sitting up wanting to see your child. Vesemir moved behind you supporting you, from here all you could see was a small pink skinned bundle in your alphas arms wriggling their tiny fists about definitely not happy to be out in the cold room. Eskel made his way over holding his breath as he dragged over the warm water and cleaning rags, a crib was already beside your bed. You swore as the next pup made their was south

"Geralt!" he quickly snapped his gaze from the pup handing them to Eskel who carefully moved them to the water cleaning them gently. You cried out as the whole process started again a pain tore through you, tho you was exhausted and wanted to sleep you were more then ready to get this over with, the only sounds echoing the room was that of your cries and the newborns wails after another four contractions you whined. Laying back you looked at Jaskier gulping, you was running out of steam fast, you closed your eyes shaking your head at him. You couldn't do this.

"I-I cant...I'm sorry I cant do this....You have to-to cut them out please...Don’t let my child die!" he patted your hand tears falling as he glanced at Geralt who was frantically looking you over not believing what he was hearing.

"You are stronger than this...Please don't-dont give up!" you panted smiling to Jaskier"I'm done Jaskier, I cant do this....not this time I'm to tired" you let your tears roll down your cheeks barely wincing as another contraction hit unable to even twitch at it feeling Geralt’s eyes snap to you as he seemed to take in your weakened state. Shaking his head as his blood began running cold, his chest clenching.

"No!-No you...Y/n please...You can do this omega I know you can-" you closed your eyes then gulped, you knew the pup wouldn't survive if it wasn't out soon, you didn't have time.

"What is it?" he stopped and looked at you then to Eskel who was now swaddling the small pup.

"What-What is it?" you heard your alpha ask as you moved back resting panting yet still trying to see your new pup.

"Boy....It's a boy, Y-you have a son Geralt!" Geralt stole a glance at the now clean pup freezing as he saw it. Then crowded you

"Y-you hear that..We have a boy...Small and tongs....Please you can-I know you can do this" you winced at him

"It's not-I don't think its getting lower...We don't have time please Geralt...Save it...I'm tired" you closed your eyes pressing your head back to the pillow trying to sink into the mattress wanting to try and gain a bit of your strength. Lambert looked over to his white haired brothers devastation, then the child. He steeled himself and looked around the chamber seeing the sectioned off corner where the failed witchers were placed before being buried, he looked down growling.No. This would not happen, this chamber has to many lives to its name it will not have any more. He moved to the side of the bed pulling the child from Eskel moving so you could see him.

"You can do this! Look the very first born witcher....Not a regular pup a witcher...Look at him...Your son...Yours.. And he Needs his mother....W-We all did, but him more so than us" you turned facing him coming eye level with two amber eyes looked back at you, with the initial rush of blood now settled he was pale.... like porcelain and his hair tho it was wet you saw how pale it was, he wouldn't have pure white like his father but it would be silver, a bright shining silver. You moved a hand out to him, his cat like pupils dilated honing in on you he whined trying to reach for you. He knew who you were. He was definitely his fathers son.

"You are the only woman to manage this....And any woman strong enough to carry a witcher is strong enough to birth them... don't give up...Don't give up on them" you took a deep breath nodding to him moving forward, now seeing exactly what you would be missing you crawled forward all thoughts of giving up washed away as you kneeled on the bed. You grasped both Geralt and Jaskier's hands closing your eyes as a wave of determination washed over you finally you felt it the second the pain began you pushed with all your might not even taking a moment to breath you continued bearing down willing your child to join their brother once the contraction stopped you didn't let up, the new position had helped and the pup was just there you curled down with a final breathless shout as you pushed with your stomach muscles then as quick at the pain came it stopped as the pup fell right into Vesemir's waiting hands quickly he tied and cut the cord but the pup did not cry, it did not move, you waited nearly a whole minute before the gravity of the situation finally hit you. You looked on in horror as you took in their appearance .Blue. Your child was a deathly shade of blue. Not breathing. You screamed your anguish as Vesemir all but ran across the small space to the table with Lambert close behind with the pup, he was holding it carfully as he walked rubbing their back and chest trying to get their heart pumping.

"NNOOO! NO IT THEY CAN’T BE!" you screamed trying to stagger off the bed to your pup but was held still by Geralt, you beat at him feebly as he held you close keeping your head in his chest motioning for Jaskier to help calm you, he was terrified but he knew his family would do everything they could, he trusted them and it was decided among themselves that he would steer clear if this happened, he would console his mate. He tilted his head down trying to hold himself together as you fell to pieces in his arms.

Meanwhile Vesemir and Lambert was making quick work rubbing the pup trying to get blood flow clearing their airwaves of an blockages. there was a tiny puff of air but both witcher's saw as the pup tried taking a breath, it wasn't ill it was weak. Tired to tired to breath on its own. They nodded to each other and worked harder doubling their efforts. Vesemir moved down breathing into the tiny body still frantically rubbing the child's chest and sides, again they struggled for air. It was promising.

"Lambert the White raffards decodation...Quickly!" Lambert moved pulling down the small vial popping the cork and placing some in a pipett then handed it to Vesemir, tilting the small pups neck opening its mouth quickly he moved letting a few drops loose then rubbed the pups throat making sure it swallowed. Lambert winced as your wails continued, he moved pressing his own mouth over the pups, if they could keep those tiny breaths going long enough for the potion to work then he would be fine...He another boy...He will not die in this chamber...Not while he was here. Finally after what had felt like hours but was just a few terrifying moments the child screamed out his first breaths joining his brothers own chorus. Vesemir moved resting both hands on the table where the pup laid crying and screaming his little lungs out. And the old witcher wouldn't have it any other way. he garsped him quickly making his way to the three of you, who were so lost in grief you did not hear him. Carefully he moved Geralt back placing the boy in your arms then motioned for Eskel to place the first born there to. You froze feeling your arms full with two children.

"Y-you...You saved it? how? oh my god!Thank you! thank you so much!" you cried tucking yourself over the two, healthy breathing pups. Geralt and Jaskier joined both smiling wide enough to make their cheeks hurt. The relief of holding the two pups was unlike anything you had felt. you looked as Vesemir patted Geralt on the back.

"Two boys Geralt, you have your work cut out for you...I can’t help but think this is karma for all the stuff you pulled as a young'en...Good luck your going to need it" you pulled back seeing that Vesemir was right you held two sons. you looked at them both, identical silver hair amber eyed pups.

"Please tell me you have names ready?" you looked up at Geralt then Jaskier. who both nodded Geralt ran a finger over the oldest face.

"Aleksy...." he said making you smile then jaskier moved a hand to the younger boy

"Casmir..." you smiled two strong names...Defender of man and keeper of peace. If they were anything like Geralt and Jaskier you knew they would live up to their namesakes... you moved to feed Aleksy as Geralt moved Casmir to the still warm bath ready to clean him off and wrap him in a blanket to keep him from the cold.

"Can we not have any more for a while? please I don't think I can go through that again" you said moving back to lay down as the other witchers cam around crowding you keeping the pups in their sights. Geralt huffed a laugh

"I will let you know in two weeks" you huffed then whined.

"Oh no you don't, knot or not we are not doing that again....you'd never stop at that rate" he laughed as he moved patting Casmir dry. you sunk into the bed relaxing.

"Would you like to wake Rebbeka now?" you thought about it and nodded.

"Yes but I'm going to sleep after I've fed these two I'm exhausted" Vesemir hummed stopping Eskel in his tracks.

"Well should wait until they are fed and we are out of here" he said motioning to the room. you smiled pulling the man down kissing his cheek.

"Thank you..I mean that, I owe you and Lambert his life" he smiled patting your head."Anything for family"

Time skip five years

You huffed walking down the corridor Vesemir close behind you, you had been looking for the pups for over an hour, since you was informed they had snuck away from Vesemir as he was tying to teach them about some of the less scary monsters. Over the last five years the twins had demonstrated there abilities and it was decided they would be trained as witchers, not one to be left out Rebbeka was also beginning to train. She would never undergo a mutation or trial but if she could brew potions and decodations and have the knowledge to defeat monsters then she would definitely be able to follow in her fathers footsteps.....Somewhat. The boys on the other hand were a different story, both had magic and the strength and reflexes of a witcher, the only thing they struggled with was their toxicity, they could not withstand many potions. And although they were witcher's and had a strong immune systems they were not completely immune and could be effected by poison venom and toxins. You sighed already hearing the shouts from the children, you followed it out to the court yard finding your three children rough housing....Over a lute.

"Hey! Aleksy! you put that down right now!" you yelled out descending the steps as your eldest son lifted the lute to bash Casmir who was holding Rebbeka in a head lock, you hurried to the courtyard meeting them half way. Tho younger both boys were bigger then Rebbeka... Something she detested. Rebbeka was slim and fast...For a human her hair was always pulled back in some type of braid, she was like Jaskier always finding herself in trouble and out numbered, but she did have a silver tongue, if they ever needed to talk their way out of trouble as a group she was the one to do it. Your two boys were very much like their Father. Even as five year olds they were broader then the typical child, and taller they both wore their silver hair down each having two braids circling back around the tops of their ears held in place together at the back of their heads just like Geralt. Identical the only difference was Casmir had two fishtail braids and Aleksy had two dutch braids, that and Aleksy's hair was held back by a black cord and Casmir's a navy blue. Your two boys stopped fighting and let up their elder smaller sister who had been pinned down by the scrapping boys. She huffed snatching back her lute and wacked them with it turning tail making to run into the keep only to be stopped by Vesemir spinning her with one hand halting her tantrum effortlessly.

"Hey, Whats wrong?" she stomped and threw her brothers a mean look pointing at them.

"They pushed me down! and scratched it...And and then said my singing is bad! like a shrieker!!" she cried out stomping her foot. You looked at the boys with a raised eyebrow. Vesemir followed your gaze as the two boys looked down kicking the floor.

"Is this true? and how would you know what a shrieker sounds like? Have you ever heard one pup?" they shrugged

"Well...No" they both looked to each other then their Grandpa

"Would you like our next lesson to be on a strieker...We can practice your letters with it, you can write a ten word sentence about one fifty times" they jumped up shaking their heads.No. they hated there writing, instead they wanted to have story time. which was actually Vesemir's own way to drum different monster information into their heads. He was a cunning man making them learn without them even realizing it.

"Thats not fair! she started it she pushed us first" Casmir started pointing at his sister.

"Yeah! It was only cos we wanted a go on it and she wouldn't share, she pushed us down and we pushed her back...Didn't mean to scratch it." you looked from one to the other then Vesemir who nodded, he had heard the way Rebbeka panicked heart jumping at Casmir's words.

"Then its settled all three of you will practice your letters tomorrow morning with Grandpa..." they all groaned whining but you held up a hand

"And what has your father said about fighting? If you want to fight then you can do drills with grandpa....All three of you. I wont have this nonsense each time by back is turned you understand me?" you said pointing at each of them they looked down gasping at the mention of drills with Vesemir, they watched the grueling training that their Papa was put through, that was enough for them to want to avoid that training for as long as possible. They ran to you clutching your skirts.

"No!No Mama please!"

"Don't let grandpa do that please please we're sorry!" you chuckled at the panicked looks.

"Whats all this about?" you giggled as the two boys quickly bombarded their fathers pleading with them to save them from Grandpa's training. Geralt sent you a look

"Well for your mother to threaten you with such a punishment you must have been doing something naughty" you crossed your arms as Rebbeka quickly running to Jaskier making him hoist the girl up.

"Fighting! every chance they get, every time my back is turned! and lying" Geralt raised an eyebrow and placed the two boys down Jaskier doing the same with Rebbeka.

"What exactly have I told you three bout lying ?" they looked sheepish suddenly become interested in the floor

"I will have no more of that, you do and you’ll be in serious trouble!" you sighed as the children all looked upset close to tears, they never liked being scolded by any of you, but least of all their father, they looked up to him. But you saw a glint in Geralt’s eye as he gave them a lopsided grin.

"And what do I say about fighting?" he paused giving them a guilty look as they looked up at him nervously waiting his answer, he ducked down smirking 'whispering' to them.

"Never where your mother can see you, practice stealth"

"Geralt!?!" you cried out as the children laughed and he motioned for them to go play, forgetting the whole incident as they chased one another into the keep. you frowned at the alpha who didn't even feign a timid look. You sighed at him as he swooped in kissing you.

"Mate?" you wrapped your arms around him.

"Do you have to encourage them? they run me ragged as it is....Already popping up in places they shouldn't be... Disappearing at a moments notice they are manageing to escape Vesemir already!" the old witcher laughed shaking his head at his student.

"They all have a few years on you Geralt, you was what eight? nine? before you managed that?" the White wolf sighed and looked at you tilting his head and gave his argument.

"Then they are going to be brilliant at sneaking, a very useful trait" you deadpanned

"Yes Very good until they start sneaking into the lab...which has happened twice already" his brow furrowed and he nodded.

"Fine I will talk to them about that, but I have other things to do first" You glowed at him

"Dare I ask?" he smiled cheekily and scooped you up over his shoulder making you squeak

"YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!! GERALT! STOP!" you beat at his back making him laugh you watched as Jaskier tried hiding his giggles entering behind you both as Geralt turned towards the stairs. the kids moved beside him looking at you both funny.

"OOHH is father upset with Mama?" Rebbeka asked knowing the only time Geralt held her or her brothers like that was when they'd been really bad and was gonna get a hiding.

"Wonder what she did? Is he going to spank her you think?" hearing your youngest's question you sputtered and went bright red.

"No of course your father isn't going to-OUCH GERALT!" Geralt made it worse by laughing out loud as he popped you on the ass once whilst he continued up the stairs going out of sight, you heard your children's squeals and chatter as they was ushered away for lunch.

Timeskip 13 years

You stood on the bridge to kaer morhen, today was the day you dreaded. you were finally letting them go...Out into the world... you looked down trying hard not to cry, the only small mercy was they were going to be together as a group. They promised to stay with one another for the year...A whole year with out them they would be back in the winter,Lambert and Eskel were going to stick close to them, not to close but enough to help if they needed it. you Geralt and Jaskier would leave kaer morhen in three weeks and avoid them. They needed this to fly the nest but it was so hard no matter how big they got they were still your babies. you trembled as Aleksy moved saddling his horse. he and his brother were tall and strong boys Men they were men now...Alphas...Witchers wide and powerful their magic had grown their signs were potent. you kept looking over them. Aleksy still preferred black and dark grey's, Casmir navy blues and dark forest greens. Casmir had cut his hair on the sides shaved one large braid pulling the rest of his hair back. Aleksy had long hair...Longer than his fathers and a style like his fathers the top pulled back but held in a braid not a ponytail. both of them were the spitting image of Geralt. Then there was Rebbeka she was a stunning woman, she could pass as a nymph with her dainty form Puberty had done her well and she had surprised everyone by presenting as an alpha...Thank god... she was always in dark reds and purples and had her hair up in its twisted bun hiding no lest then four steel sharpened hair sticks, she was less brash then her brothers, more one for sneaking around stealth was her game and with her charm an wit she managed to navigate humans with ease running rings around them until wheedling out the truth she always looked for the finer details and was very rarely wrong. You watched as they all packed up their horses, you noted none of them looked at you of their papa. You didn't blame them you andJjaskier couldn't hide your emotions well. Geralt could you knew he was worried, the fact he had tole Lambert and Eskel to tail them was a testament to that. you shook your head, you knew they could handle themselves, they had been proving it ever since your pack had been traveling for a few months at a time since they were fourteen or so. Getting first hand experience on the field alongside their father and grandpa. you smiled hugging Jaskier who wasn't holding it together at all fiddling with his lute trying to busy his hands and not wipe at his eyes. finally the time came and they turned to you all, you took a deep breath and hugs each of your children.

"Remember, not to much ale or women....That means you two Rebbeka I know you'll all want your fun away from us but please no pups yet! and don't you forget to wash and bath regularly..oh and please always have at least two fights worth of swallow and-and" you were hushed by them laughing and blushing at certain points of your worried mumbling.

"We know mother...We will be careful in and out of the sheets...You don't have to worry its just one year and we will be back before winter settles in" you gripped Casmir's arm giving them each one last kiss then stepping back reluctantly nodding as they gave their fathers heart felt goodbyes. Geralt imparting some more words of advice making them all roll their eyes. For such a hard man he loved his children to death you pity the fools who ever harm his children. he did shock them all by also gifting them their very own wolf medallion's, tho it was different from his, instead of having one wolf head there was four, one large at the top .Geralt. And three smaller heads...Pups. They swallowed back their tears as he place one over each of their heads. It was decided that these pendants would suffice as their own witcher medallion's instead of the traditional ones, as they were not your everyday witchers. they hugged their father tight then pulled back. Finally Jaskier hugged Rebbeka and then did the unthinkable thrusting his precious lute into her hands.

"I know you've always loved this thing...And it has seen its fair share of adventures... Collecting songs on the way....And I think it could do with some more..." she gasped trying to hand it back but Jaskier shook his head at her.

"Nope its yours now...A good luck charm and also a reason for you to make it back home..I can't wait to hear of your tales of vallor...all of you but please..please stay safe." you teared up as he didn't this hugging each of the boys on last time and moving back to stand with you and Geralt. You took deep breaths watching as they made their way down the path away from you holding it together until you were sure the boys wouldn't hear you, then broke into tears. holding onto your mate and Jaskier who both were shedding their own tears, both of sadness and joy. Sad for their departure yet all three of you were ecstatic in the knowledge that you had done it. Your pack had a legacy. The three of you created raised and taught three perfectly rounded people. Three witcher's all capably of protecting all who needed protecting weather it be man or monster. The last witcher's to ever train and leave kaer morhen.

"They will be okay...They will be fine, they are trained and smart and strong..." you looked to Geralt nodding agreeing with him as he sighed ushering you both into the keep walking past the other witchers. you took one final look over your shoulder and shook your head sighing. you smiled squeezing Geralt and Jaskiers waist. They will be fine. you knew they would and you couldn't wait to hear the songs of their victories and you would count down the days until they returned home.

#geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt imagine #geralt x y/n #geralt x you #witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #witcher imagine

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shiemishuzenji · 4 years ago

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100 OC Question Meme!

created by marchenvillain <3

Your Wings edition: Shiemi Shuzenji!

1. What’s a unique skill they have? Is their any reason why they can do it? Shiemi can harness the power of the sun in order to heal wounds. Her Quirk is a mixture of her mother’s (who can bend light) and grandmother’s (who can heal wounds).

2. What are their favourite possessions? Why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc) The necklace that Hawks gave her is very important to her. She sees it like a symbol of their love.

3. Do they get jealous easily? If so, what usually causes it? She gets insecure, but she never acts on her jealousy. Often times, if women fawn over Hawks, she gets all up in her feels.

4. Are they a good gift-giver? What do they tend to give as gifts? She’s more of a practical gift giver. She pays attention to what someone really needs and she’ll get it for them.

5. What’s their reputation like? Does this reputation contrast what they’re really like? People (especially when she worked in the hospital) hail her as a good doctor but one with little to no social skills. She’s quiet, so a lot of people think she’s mean. Others, like her old boss, like her polite and respectable nature.

6. Do they prefer to have a big social circle, or a few close friends? Definitely a few close friends. She’s content with Aizawa, Kayama, and Mic.

7. What’s their “type”? What romantically attracts them to another person? Men who are confident! If one looks at her track record, her old boyfriends in high school were all jocks who loved the limelight. Hawks is cocky, but a lot of that haughtiness is a facade. She loves that he knows how to tone it down and come back to Earth.

8. What does their dream house look like? She’s a simple woman: a modern white home with a huge lawn for a garden. She’s always wanted to plant sunflowers. I’m a huge horror fan, so for some reason, I’m envisioning the villa from The Human Centipede… Just the outside! eheh... is that weird?

9. If they could change one part of their appearance, what would it be? Shiemi is actually very lithe; her mother says she’s got no meat on her bones. She would love to bulk up! Also, her cup size is a B. She would change that, too, if she could.

10. What’s a simple thing that brings them joy? Well, Shiemi’s love language is acts of service. It really warms her heart when people help do things with or for her!

11. What is their dream pet? A cat! A fluffy white one. Maybe Aizawa had some influence on her? ❤️

12. What’s their position in their friend group? (leader, mom friend, chaos goblin, etc) The voice of reason. She likes to have practical fun! She’s not as rigid as Aizawa, but nowhere near as wild as Mic.

13. How forgiving are they? What do they consider unforgivable? Shiemi is definitely forgiving, so much so that it is sometimes her downfall. However, she believes there is no excuse for villainy.

14. Who do they go to in a crisis/emergency? Any particular reason why they choose that person? Hmmm, it’s funny because most people go to her in an emergency since she’s got that nifty healing Quirk haha! Shiemi has plenty of people to depend on like Midnight or Recovery Girl, but Hawks is the one she always turns to when she needs saving.

15. How good are they at conversation? Are they a small talk master, bad at initiating, etc? The only person she likes to make small talk with is Hawks, really. She’s not much a talker, and prefers to let others do the talking. This is why she and Aizawa click so well because they both can appreciate silence.

16. What food do they absolutely hate? She actually doesn’t care for greasy foods. Pizza, for example, upsets her tummy.

17. Do they show a lot of affection, or are they pretty reserved? She’s not into PDA, but she loves to be held and kissed. When she’s sad, she almost always needs a hug. ❤️

18. If you had to represent them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose? I feel like she’s more of a white lily, which I hear symbolizes humility and devotion. Her color would be blush pink, for her more timid nature and her affinity for that color. As for an animal, I think she’d be a snowshoe hare!

19. What’s their unusual quirk? (Quirk with a lowercase q, haha) Shiemi has always had very strong intrusive thoughts, and I’ve made this obvious from the first chapter. I based this on my own struggle with intrusive thoughts, so Shiemi and I can relate on the issue of fighting our inner voices to be better people.

20. Are they easy to wake up in the morning, or grouchy and sleepy? She’s an early bird! Very easy to wake up in the morning.

21. What’s their ideal date like? She loves night walks on the beach followed a busy night of makin’ love ;)

22. What’s their silliest or most unusual fear/phobia? Probably spiders. She’s not the type to scream when she sees one, but if it’s big and hairy, she’ll leave the room.

23. Is their pain tolerance high or low? Pretty low, all things considering. She knows how to fight, she just doesn’t like to because she can’t really handle her own.

24. Are they a fussy eater? Nope! She’ll try just about anything. She understands the importance of eating healthy, so she makes sure to eat her veggies every day. (Unlike me…)

25. What are their dreams like? As the writer, I’ve always made her dreams symbolic. They often reflect her true feelings or the things on her mind.

26. Are they technologically savvy? Yes! Working in the hospital, she’s a quick learner, and working in the hospital, she’s had to learn how to use all the equipment.

27. Are they forgetful? What do they tend to forget? (plans, phone, keys, etc) No, she tries to be very organized. The most that she forgets would be if she’s got a lot of work to do, she might forget one assignment.

28. Describe their morning routine. Open the curtains first (she needs sunlight), drink black coffee, watch the news, take a shower. Suuuper adult of her, I know. She’s a creature of habit!

29. Are they a good cook? If they are, what do they like to make? She’s an okay cook. Certainly not as good as Hawks! She can make basic food, but a lot of it lacks flavor -- something Hawks has had to teach her.

30. Do they consider themselves a “hero” or “villain”? Hero! Definitely. She’ll heal anyone in need, but she works for the heroes, on the side of good.

31. What holiday do they like the most? (Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day, etc) Christmas. It’s the one time of year she gets to spend with her whole family. Even though tensions are high, she still loves her family more than anything.

32. What are they like at parties? Party animal, or awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking punch and reading? She’s the wallflower. She’d rather grab a bite to eat and sit back, people-watching.

33. Are they adventurous, or do they prefer to stay in their safe zone? She prefers to live life on the safe side. Though life with Hawks definitely makes things exciting!

34. What’s their favourite drink? (Coffee, tea, juice, hot chocolate, soda, etc) She loves coffee; preferably black coffee. Her go-to drink at Starbucks is a venti black cold brew or a cappuccino.

35. Are they good with children? Yes! Her serene nature tends to calm kids down. She especially used to love healing kids at the hospital.

36. Do they trust easily? What would you have to do to earn their trust? She’s normally very wary of people. She automatically has her guard up when approached by someone new, but honestly it doesn’t take much for her to let down her guard. For example, she was cautious of Twice when she met him, but once she saw that he and Mr. Compress needed help, she immediately dropped everything to help. Blame her big heart, I guess!

37. Are they a hopeless romantic, or is that stuff just not for them? God, YES!! When she first met Hawks, she tried to act all tough, but she’s such a SAP! In her relationships, she devotes everything to her significant other.

38. Do they get lost easily, or are they good with directions? Nah, she’s great with directions. She tries to have a good understanding of her surroundings.

39. Are they superstitious? She doesn’t believe in superstitions; she’s more of a woman of science.

40. Do they like physical activity, or staying inside? She enjoys a bit of both. She especially likes to go for walks, but doesn’t mind spending the whole day inside reading a book.

41. What would they dress up as for Halloween? A zombie nurse -- and I mean that in the laziest way possible. She would put on her uniform and paint her face and call it a day haha

42. Do they like fast food, or fancy restaurants? Fancy restaurants, for sure. She’s a bit of a snob. She’ll eat fast food if she’s on the go, but she grew up in the lap of luxury, and really enjoys the finer things in life.

43. Are they a chaotic bastard, pure angel baby, or tired mom friend? Pure angel baby. SHIEMI MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS.

44. Do they have a good attention span? Yes, especially when it comes to her friends. She’ll sit there and listen to someone talk for hours.

45. Are they always late, on time, or early? Shiemi thinks that if you’re not 15 minutes early, then you’re late.

46. Do they cry, gasp, laugh, etc, while reading a book, or do they remain relatively stone-faced? Stone-faced. She might furrow her brow if she’s into it, but she’s more internal with her reactions.

47. Do they keep a diary? She stopped carrying a diary when she was a teenager and her parents read through it without her permission.

48. How dramatic are they? She’s not haha She cries easily, but that’s just because she feels very deeply.

49. Do they put a lot of effort into their appearance, or do they just make themselves presentable and go? She’s comfortable with her looks, so she mostly curls her bangs and thinks it good to go.

50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip? She would be president of the backseat! Delivering snacks, giving directions, listening to you talk and talk for hours!

51. Why would they be a BAD partner for a road trip? She’s not much for small talk. If it gets quiet, she’ll let it happen and whip out a book.

52. What topic should nobody bring up around them, lest the other person be subject to a massive ramble/rant? Anything bashing on heroes, or criticizing hero society. She’s so deep in it that she’s blinded to its flaws. She’ll defend Heroes till the day she dies.

53. Are they clumsy? No, she’s too cautious!

54. Are they a law breaker, or stickler for rules? Stickler for the rules. Not as bad as Iida hahaha but she doesn’t do anything she’s not supposed to. Blame her strict upbringing!

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character. I LOVE THIS QUESTION! I feel like she’s: “Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does >:( ” or “Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.” OOH, OR “How do you know what’s good for me? THAT’S MY OPINION!!”

56. Do they like to share? Yes, my girl is very giving ❤️

57. What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done? Have sex with a bird man she just healed the night before :U Shiemi has a high sex drive

58. Which friend do they immediately become a zero-braincelled idiot around? She gets all smitten around Hawks tbh She can compose herself around everyone except for him. Then she’s just a puddle of GOO

59. Do they love or hate surprises? She does not like surprises! They make her uncomfortable and awkward.

60. What sappy thing will they cry at? (romance movies, cute cat videos, etc) Would they deny crying about it later on? She’ll cry during sad movies, but she’s stopped being ashamed of being a crybaby

61. What’s their favourite and least favourite subject in school? Health and science are her best subjects, but her favorite was literature! Her least favorite was probably physical education just because it took her away from the books!

62. Do they take a lot of photos? If so, what of? She prefers professional photos; her camera roll is practically empty!

63. Do they wear makeup? Blush, mascara, foundation, but she only ever wears makeup for special occasions.

64. Describe what their social media would be like. Instagram: “NO PHOTOS” but plenty of tagged photos from Mic and Midnight. Facebook: articles on social issues or new medical breakthroughs.

65. Do they give people a lot of nicknames? No, she doesn’t, actually!

66. What nicknames do others call them by? She thinks it’s sweet when people give nicknames to her -- e.g. “Doc,” “songbird,” or “sunshine.” Side note: I was really into Yagami Yato when I first started writing, so of course Hawks calls her “Baby bird.” And now I really regret not being more original because goddamn... I’m not gonna go back and change it because Yagami doesn’t own the nickname, but just know that I am upset

67. What’s an outrageous story about them nobody believes? Uhh, that’s a great question. I can’t think of anything, to be honest.

68. Are they easy to fluster? What would you have to do to truly fluster them? Yes! Despite being so cool, calm, and collected, it’s easy to make her blush. Hawks is a pro at getting her all worked up!

69. What’s their dream vacation like? She dreams of traveling, preferably somewhere along the Caribbean islands where she can bask in the sun and discover new plants and creatures.

70. Are they a good liar? She is a notoriously bad liar, mostly because it eats her away inside. She can make a lie work if she commits to it enough, but she’ll always come out with it eventually.

71. What do they want to do in the future? She wants a family. She’s always wanted to be a working woman and come home after a long day to her family. She wishes that a certain someone would be a stay-at-home dad...

72. How do they feel about love? Again, she’s a hopeless romantic. She believes in having strong bonds with both family and friends, but she does dedicate most of her energy into her romantic relationship.

73. Are they more book smarts, or street smarts? oh my god, BOOK SMARTS. She wouldn’t last a day on her own out there, but man she could recite a whole scene from Shakespeare if you asked her to.

74. What’s their guilty pleasure? Sex. She doesn’t come off as promiscuous, but she would get some every day if she could.

75. Is there anyone they consider their rival? No, in fact Shiemi tends to keep to herself. She’s respectful and supportive of everyone. She does have enemies, of course, like Dabi or Mr. Compress.

76. Do they have any notable physical features? Her eyes are described as gray, but they’re more purplish-gray.

77. What’s their music taste like? Classical music takes up most of the space on her phone; Joe Hisaishi is a composer that she admires a lot.

78. What’s something they’re really bad at? Keeping her opinions to herself. She’s brutally honest, to a fault.

79. Do they have a good sleep schedule? Yesss, her whole life runs on a schedule!

80. What’s their aesthetic sense like? Oh, I’m not sure how to answer this?

81. What’s something they’re really proud of? Her degrees and awards make her feel accomplished. She has a hard time seeing her worth, but the diplomas on her wall are proof, to her, of what she can do.

82. How would they spend a free day? In bed, reading a book, snuggled up beside Hawks ❤️

83. What are they like as an s/o? Lowkey, kind of clingy. She loves attention and wants to spend all her time with her significant other, doting on them, making them feel good.

84. What’s one thing they like that they don’t want anyone to know about? Her sex drive (> w >);;

85. Do they have a sweet tooth? She doesn’t; she’s more of a savory or salty person. I actually really like this dichotomy between Hawks and Shiemi, for some reason? The fact that she takes her coffee black and he takes his sweet is kind of nice.

86. How would you describe their fashion sense? I once had a beautiful professor at university who only wore maxi skirts and nice blouses. Her fashion sense inspired my vision of Shiemi a lot. If she’s not wearing her hero uniform, you can find her in a pink maxi skirt and a white blouse.

87. Do they like spicy food? She can definitely handle her spice, but she wouldn’t choose it!

88. Are they lucky? Do they believe in luck? By all means, she has the worst luck! Can’t say that she believes in it, though.

89. What would they get into a petty argument over? Shiemi stands her ground on her opinions, but she’s more or less an agreeable person. She doesn’t like to argue or cause tension, but she will if it means standing up for herself.

90. Are they a good artist? She can’t draw and she’s got that doctor handwriting lmao

91. Do they prefer hot or cold weather? Hot! Shiemi’s Quirk is most powerful if she’s in direct sunlight. When the sun is behind the clouds, it takes more energy and time for her to heal someone. Despite all that time in the sun, the poor woman can’t tan!

92. Can they play an instrument? Her parents made her play piano when she was a child, but she doesn’t dabble in it anymore.

93. What type of movies do they like to watch? Romance and mysteries! Her favorite movie is Titanic. She cries every time!

94. What does their room look like? Neat and organized. She’s got a lot of bookshelves in her room and a nice set up for her computer space.

95. How do they feel about bugs? Scared? Fascinated? She’s fascinated by bugs, but from a distance. She won’t touch ‘em!

96. What’s their sense of humour like? (Dad jokes, morbid humour, basic knock-knock jokes, stand up comedy, etc) She laughs really hard at stand up comedy. Since she’s a little more serious, she can appreciate how goofy Hawks is!

97. What do they keep in their bag? Cell phone, earbuds, portable charger, folding scissors for emergencies, Band-Aids, and if she’s not wearing it, she’ll fold up her lab coat and put it in there, too.

98. How competitive are they? She’s only competitive with herself. She doesn’t have to be the best, but she can’t stand being the worst. (I’m the same way.)

99. What would they wear to a formal event? Describe their outfit! She actually wore that beautiful red dress in chapter 10! If you Google “Elizabeth Banks Vanity Fair 2020” it’ll pop up.

100. If you, the creator, met them, would you two get along? Yes! I think that it’s impossible for any author/creator to make a character without at least adding some personal elements in them. Shiemi isn’t a self-insert, but she and I share a love of reading and we’re both overachievers. So I think she and I would make great friends!

#your wings ao3 #shiemi shuzenji #bnha oc #oc #oc questions #my hero academia oc #my hero academia #archive of our own

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cialbi · 4 years ago

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What You Didn’t See

Summary: he only showed you what he wanted you to see. It’s what you didn’t see that truly mattered.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: character death, mentions of illness

A/N: my first BTS fic! I’m so sorry.

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“Let’s break up.”

You saw the lucid look in his eyes as you searched them, desperate for any sign that this was a tasteless, joke. You waited for his bright shit eating smile to appear and he’d poke your tummy for being so gullible as to fall for something so obviously untrue. Then you’d smack his arms playfully in revenge and the two of you would tickle fight it out, rolling around on the bed like lovesick teenagers.

The very bed you were sitting up in, blanket draped over your bottom half like a white silken waterfall. The very bed he was sitting on above it’s tapestries, hands folded on his knee.

“I don’t understand,” you almost whispered. The air around you felt so fragile that you feared the mere sound of your voice would cause everything around you to shatter like glass.

“There’s not much to understand y/n.” He replied coldly his lips pressed together into a fine line as he repeated “I don’t love you anymore. Let’s break up.”

You swallowed thickly. So you had heard him correctly.

This wasn’t some sick joke he decided to wake you up for at 5:30 in the fucking morning before the sun had even come up. He had given no leading conversation prior to this confession of un-love, which had left you momentarily dumbfounded, the words taking a minute to sink in. You had laughed it away, sleepiness slowly evaporating as you realized he wasn’t laughing with you.

“Why?”

Hoseok sighed. “I just told you,” his eyes bore straight into yours, a shiver ran down your spine they were so cold, “I don’t love you anymore.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

This was the man that just the other day brought you a bouquet of flowers just because he felt like it. The man who splurged on a box of Godiva chocolate (the expensive kind) just so the two of you could eat the entire box together and watch reruns of Friends. This was the man who cried during Friday the Thirteenth because Jason Vourhees life had been so unfair. The man who would look at you with all the love in the world as you emerged from a shower without a hint of makeup and hairy legs cause you just didn’t feel like shaving that day.

The man you saw before you was a man you didn’t recognize. Devoid of emotion, lips paper thin as if suppressing the world's ultimate secret. You couldn’t believe this was the same man you loved with all your heart, the man you loved so much it hurt. The man you thought felt the same way.

“I don’t believe you.” You whimpered, the tears starting to fall as the weight of his words began to settle.

You cupped his cheek softly causing Hoseok to breath in, eyes breaking contact from yours as he spoke. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be y/n.”

It felt more like he was stabbing you in the chest with an icicle than breaking up with you. Suddenly there was a wall between you two that had never been there before and as hard as you tried, you were failing to break it down.

More tears fell as your breathing quickened. Hoseok went to remove your hand from his face, and in desperate retaliation your grip tightened. Your free hand joined in as you smashed your lips onto his. His breath hitched slightly in surprise but other than that he remained motionless as you moved your lips against his. Your eyes remained open, searching, for a lick of desire, want, love, anything that proved he was lying. You just couldn’t believe your boyfriend, your Hoseok suddenly fell out of love with you within a day. There had to be some explanation, some sign that there was a deeper meaning to his actions. But whatever front Hoseok was putting up, he wasn’t breaking.

After a minute of nothing, you pulled away tasting salt on your lips as you licked them. Your stifled sniffles turned into full on sobbing as you pressed your forehead to his, as if by doing so you could read his thoughts. He was so distant you couldn’t stand it. This wasn’t the man you knew.

You tried kissing him again, a few quick pecks between sniffs and sobs, trying to elicit any form of emotion, any answers from him that he hadn’t given you already.

Hoseok sighed again, turning his head away as you went in for another kiss. “Stop it y/n.” He said plainly, “We’re done here.”

His face was bored. Like this was a game he was tired of playing. And that broke you even more. Your choked cries made you feel pathetic but you couldn’t stop them from echoing throughout your small apartment bedroom. Everything ached so badly and you just wanted—just needed it to stop.

“Hoseok—Hobi” he flinched slightly at the nickname “please, I—”

“Enough.” Interrupting your plea, he brushed his hands against yours still holding his face, his touch lingering a few seconds before he promptly removed them and let them fall to your side.

You watched helplessly, your sobs filling the room as he got up from the bed you two shared countlessly. The bed full of happy memories, sad memories, memories filled to the brim with your love for each other. He turned his back to you, to them, and made his way to the door of your bedroom then stopped. His head turned slightly as if he had an afterthought, and for a split second you felt hope that he had changed his mind, that this really was a cruel joke. He would turn around with his goofy smile, tongue sticking out and two thumbs up as he yelled “gotcha baby!”

That hope was immediately crushed as two words left his lips. “Forget me.” He paused. “I’m sorry.”

That was the last time you would ever see Jung Hoseok. Stiff shoulders and messy brown hair disappearing behind a closing door.

What you didn’t see was the pained expression he made as he turned away from you. The sheer unadulterated despair breaking across his face once you were out of his line of sight. You didn’t see his beautiful features contort in unmistakable agony as the facade he held up so well began to crumble. You didn’t see the tears he so expertly contained as you broke down in front of him, finally streaming down his face as the door clicked shut behind him.

You didn’t hear him scream bloody murder as he reached his car, no longer able to stand it anymore. His whole body shaking in release of pent up emotions as he keeled over the hood of his mustang. You didn’t see him punch a dent into its side, blood caking around his knuckles as he drove off.

You didn’t see him barrel into the dorm of Big Hit Entertainment, kicking his shoes off before falling to the floor and releasing another strangled cry. Throwing his bag to the ground in a fit of rage, sob after sob ripping through his chest. You didn’t see him ransack the kitchen throwing dishes at the wall and breaking anything within his reach. You didn’t see him crumple into a messy ball of snot and tears in the middle of the room, throwing all cares to the wind, because fuck it.

What you didn’t see was Kim Namjoon, face sleepy and confused as he entered the room, just barely missing the broken shards of ceramic and glass at his vulnerable feet.

“Woah.” You didn’t hear the rapper say when he took in the current situation. “Dude, what’s going on?”

You didn’t hear the silence that momentarily fell amongst the two men.

You didn’t see Min Yoongi followed by Kim Seokjin shuffle half asleep into the kitchen a few minutes later, the oldest yelping them both completely awake as he stepped on a piece of broken glass. You didn’t hear the murmurs of concerned words and questions as they took in the destroyed living space before them. You didn’t hear Kim Taehyung shout from his room for everyone to shut the fuck up, it’s 6:30 in the morning!

You didn’t see Yoongi get punched in the face as he attempted to console the quivering, angry, man laying on the floor like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

“Hoseok, what the fuck?” You didn’t hear Jeong Jungkook exclaim as he dove to help his fellow band mate.

“What’s wrong with you man?” Yoongi hissed wiping blood from his swelling lip.

“Fuck off! You don’t know…., you don’t get it— just fuck off” he had screamed at them, but you didn’t hear that either.

You didn’t see Park Jimin enter the premises clutching a hospital receipt addressed to Jung Hoseok which he handed tentatively to their leader. A look of realization crossed Namjoon’s face as his eyes scanned the document. While Hoseok continued heaving on the floor, the members exchanged the paper at the same time exchanging worried and sympathetic looks.

“Hey Hobi—“ Jimin began, reaching out his hand only to have it smacked away.

“Don’t call me that.” He shrieked. Because you called him that. You called him that very nickname as he ruthlessly broke you down until you were nothing but a sniveling bundle of nerves. You called him that as you reached out for him and all he did was rip you apart.

Because goddamn him if he pulled you into this with him.

Goddamn him if he made you watch him fall apart, drag you through the agony and darkness that was steadily approaching him. His boys were one thing, but you? You, he needed to save. You, he needed to see happy even if it meant hurting you in the process. He’d rather you grow to hate him for decimating your heart in hopes that you’d find someone else to pick up the pieces. Someone who could hold your hand forever because that man was no longer him.

You didn’t see the days to come. The chemo, the needles, the crying coming from everyone around him. You didn’t see him at 2:00 in the morning down in the studio, falling over himself as he tried to dance the new choreography. You didn’t see as Jimin had to carry him back to their room after he had fainted from over exertion. You didn’t watch him break down in tears at the realization that he could never dance again.

You didn’t see the sunshine that was once Hoseok lose his hair along with the life from his once life-filled eyes.

You didn’t see him, skin ivory white and cheeks sunken in as cancer consumed his body and soul. The struggle everyday to wake up, to use basic bodily functions; the endless pain it was to watch someone you love fade away at a painfully slow rate. You didn’t see him slowly die.

You didn’t see it, because he didn’t want you to.

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deepestsuitwinner · 4 years ago

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It's 11.30pm and I'm in a booth at the bar. It's busy, the walls are blue and it has those funky copper lights. It's fancy and cool and I should relax. First dates make me nervous, but he's nice and looks good. I go to the bar to order another drink and notice the guy sitting there. He's hairy and looks off. My tummy does a little 'oh hell no' flip and I falter. Someone else capitalises on my hesitation and pushes into the gap at the bar. Scary hairy is trying to order food but it's too late to order food. His teeth are very yellow and clenched. The barman isn't listening to him. Scary hairy grabs his hand and pulls him almost over the bar.

'well, since you won't serve me food, how about a little drink?'

He is talking with a lisp, like something is in his mouth.

He bites in the guys forearm. His teeth are very yellow and sharp. He pulls his head back, teeth still clenched and blood sprays on the roof and the people nearby. It splatters across my face like macabre freckles. Some people sound disgusted, others angry and the closest ones scream. The music stops and it's quiet. He slaps his wet bearded mouth around the matted flesh and sucks loudly. Suddenly I'm very sober and have peed my pants. Literally. There is blood on my face and pee in my pants. Scary hair's eyes are bright orange and his face is shiney with sweat.

Backing away I hit a table in the ensuing panic. It's a big wooden box, not a real table. I thank the gods for trendy bars trying to pull hipsters in and I climb inside the box, then rock it to the side. The chaos covers the sound of it toppling over and the floor essentially becomes the lid.

I can see flashes of light through the drill holes. People are running and screaming. The smell of blood is almost as strong as the smell of piss. Something hits the box. I peer through and see half an arm, with the sleeve still partially on. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on staying silent, my hands pressed over my ears.

I don't know how long it's been, but its silent. I open my eyes and look at the drill hole. An orange eye is looking back at me.

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jd07201990 · 6 years ago

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Kyle's older brother had had just about enough of his antics, having just gotten back from a long, hot, brutal summer football practice and wiping down his furry chest and abs with his bandana. Kyle, being the annoying little brat he always was, danced around him, pretending to be a monkey. "Ook Ook! look at me I'm a big smelly gorilla! Ook ook! Gosh you're really fuzzy! and super stinky! ook ook! Like a monkey!" Having had enough, he took his sweat drenched bandana and wound it up, shoving it into Kyle's yapping mouth, and tying it behind his head. The boy screamed, muffled, while his older brother took his arms and made him do hard, jerking motions, growling down at his tiny brother. "Ook ook fuckin' ook, look at me I'm a stupid little chimp who can’t fucking be quiet!" he made his little brother scratch under his arms and hunch over like an ape, all the while the boy was squealing and struggling, not liking being manhandled "Why dont you just fucking grow up already!" his older bro shouted, finally letting the boy go, pushing him to the ground. As Kyle hit the floor though, he grunted, and then groaned loudly, sqirming, holding his tummy. He groaned again, then his eyes widened as he belched, the sound muffled by the sweaty bandana on his mouth. His whole body started to pop and creak. making odd squelching noises as his feet snapped, grew, and shredded thought the end of his sneakers. he was yelping and yelling behind the bandana as his body was thrust through a brutal growth spurt, lengthening, widening, becoming tall and lanky, then filling in with toned naturally fit muscle. He started to sweat, as bodyhair started to fill over his legs, up his thighs, into his now skintight shorts, then up his abs and his chest turned red and itchy. he scratched desperately at it while a pelt of hair grew in and dampened. Finally with a desperate, whimpering groan, he collapsed, panting, flat on his back, now a 6'1" tall, well built, furry young man, just under his big brother's age. Kyle's older brother looked down, shocked, then rubbed his calloused hand through his little brother's chest pelt, smirking at him. "Now look who's the stinky hairy monkey!" he rubbed kyle's chest sweat over his little brother's nose, then turned and went upstairs to shower, calling back down the stairs in a mocking tone, "Ook Ook little fucker"

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theundergrounddrabbles · 6 years ago

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KojiYuu (request)

The light seared her skin upon waking up. Her muscles weak. Yuko felt the restriction upon her shoulders as she yanked her hands forward. She grunted endlessly only to the sight of darkness before she was blinded by the rush of sight into the brightness. The figure stood in front of her. The shadow wasn’t the one she had been with but of another person from her past experiences before seeing the face.

“Morning.” The person greeted.

“Nyan… why am I handcuffed?” Yuko grunted.

“Because today is a special day.” The smile came upon the face of the woman.

“It is your birthday but we agreed to hang out… not keep me in your room. I told my boyfriend that I was with you.” Yuko groaned.

“Right. Just starting it up early. I usually would be open to what you want but I’d figured to play the role of aggressor.” The birthday girl smirked.

“You can have that role for the day. Just give me at least a heads up before you handcuff me.” Yuko sighed.

Unlocking her wrists, Yuko stared at her long-time friend. She was still the same airhead but her body was mature. She couldn’t feel the same since she had explored the world. Yuko returned to be with him yet Haruna was the first to hear of the foreign areas and her challenge with a new language. Still, she was always open to be with Haruna as much as she could with her beau. Even a whole day with her friend wouldn’t be enough but he was also curious of Japan and even a slight grasp was enough in Tokyo to survive.

“So… you will follow?” Haruna pondered.

“I’m not against it. Just tell me what’s on your mind?” Yuko grunted, flexing her wrists.

“Hmm… let’s dedicate a whole day to dominate Yuko. We never did that and even Takamina was a good puppet.” Haruna laughed.

“Miichan must have been surprised…” Yuko exhaled.

“She was all in. We told her that we were taking her out and we spent the whole day working on her tolerance. It was fun.” Haruna snickered. “I know you have a high tolerance except for balloons.”

“Right.” Yuko nodded.

“Anyways… would you mind wearing nothing before we head to the other room?” Haruna asked.

“It’s your birthday… yet what else is on your mind… I haven’t had food.” Yuko sighed.

“Hold off. I have meals set… we can take breaks in between. Although might be a bit stressful…” Haruna added.

“I have a feeling we may be doing some awkward stuff…” Yuko thought when she felt a sting upon her behind. “Hey!”

“Right… this paddle… big enough for Mayuyu.” She scoffed.

Admittedly, Yuko had drawn a smile as Haruna continually paddled her down the hallway to the next room where the light had been turned on from the top to a chain and a hook. Yuko drew her hands forward to get the cuffs back on while Haruna had stripped her down to the bare. She was less active and showed a bit of a tummy in front of her. Haruna slammed the paddle against the backside before clamping the wrists onto the metal. Yuko was brought up as the hips lined with Haruna’s shoulders when she viewed the woman from the front.

“You’ve told him?” Haruna asked.

“No.” Yuko answered softly with the paddle smacking her once. “No!”

“Why?” She tilted her head.

“Simple. We were together for so long that even he thought we were close friends.” Yuko muttered as the paddle slammed on the backside. “It’s getting raw.”

“I have lotion and will be careful to not make it raw.” Haruna hummed as her eyes turned to the crotch. “Hairy.”

“You didn’t mind it.” Yuko groaned when the fingers plunged into the womanhood. “Although… the factor does make two areas you have to keep track of.”

“This one eventually will get there.” Haruna drew a smirk, swinging her hand to the fleshy back.

The pain felt different with her hand rather than the tool. Her fingers widened the canal as she moved them slowly within the area. Yuko never felt this way since the last time and it seemed bittersweet to return upon a sense of torture. The cool air layered onto her body with Haruna’s fingers thrusting until a cry broke and the mist trickled down her thighs.

“Amazing.” Haruna commented.

“It’s true that I haven’t you know… done it since the last time.” Yuko snarled.

“Oh? One slap for that type of talk. Another one if you snap back at me.” Haruna twitched.

Yuko knew little of the dominatrix Haruna. Questions seemed to fill her mind as she stared down upon her when she felt the stinging from another open hand strike to her back side. “Right, Nyan.”

“It’s Kojiharu-sama.” She growled, delivering another slap to the back.

Kojiharu-sama… Yuko thought firmly into it. It must have been an awakening from the few years removed from the last encounter. The sensation was rarely felt as she was with others and to lack any toy or motivation had driven her up the wall when she wanted to try it. Staying in the bathroom to breathe was the best way to relieve it still it was barely enough to edge out the lust into the toilet as she would feel the moistness onto her panties and letting it dry during school.

“Kojiharu-sama… I’m sorry.” Yuko nodded.

“Maybe not enough.” She snarled, striking her again.

Yuko stewed upon it. This was the true present to visualize as a partner. Most times she had been sloth-like. Irking Yuko a lot until she was ready but, in her role, it was drawing a metamorphosis when she opened her eyes again to see the toy in Haruna’s grasp. She hadn’t imagined that the lack of intimacy at a lust level it was going to be a challenge when she cried out on the entrance of the intrusion. The waves ran through her body slowly, a dull sensation yet it was satisfying to accept.

“I’m sorry Kojiharu-sama! I won’t cross you again.” Yuko wailed.

“Good… how about a few clips for these?” Haruna smirked as she placed them on her hardened tips.

Yuko winced at the action. It was digging into them but her body was growing numb with the vibrations between her legs. Forcing a smile towards her brought the vibrations to grow. She felt her body quake with the chains scratching the hook above. Her legs were feeling the ooze roll past her knees when she got another one to clamp onto the tip. Her voice cracked with the sharp pain travelling through her body. Yuko shook with another rush as she swung her legs and the body started to sway like a tree on a breezy day.

“You seem comfortable. Take these.” Haruna cackled.

The pain radiated back to her fleshy behind. Yuko couldn’t note the item but it struck hard and she couldn’t feel the item with her arms slowly growing numb from the top. Yuko cried out as Haruna had lowered her to the floor and fell to her knees. Her body convulsed with the toy within her sex as Haruna turned it off swiftly. Yuko peered towards the ceiling as her partner forced her up to her feet. She was brought to the next table where the hook was a distance away from her and was lunged forward to extend her body.

The sharp pricks were opening a wound before Haruna had paused. She felt something being rubbed as the heat grew and Yuko let out a moan with the toy being turned on again. The vibrations began to make her lower half shiver with Yuko’s hand slapping the table. Haruna didn’t allow another pause but she noted the pained look. Yanking the toy from the body, it was a waterfall spilling from her body. Haruna observed the reaction and pushed it back in. Yuko felt the pain slamming onto her butt, fresh from the attacks a few moments prior as she felt the pins turning under her body.

Yuko wavered in her stance; she couldn’t fall without taking everything with her. Her knees were buckling as the bladder filled up again and pushed her hips away as Haruna rejected the pleas until it became to a peak and the torrents spilled out swiftly from her body before sticking the toy back inside. It was different however the frustration would only create a problem and bit her lip as the toy continued to shake her when she felt the vibrations stop but her thighs shook uncontrollably when she was turned to face the ceiling.

The clips were released as her legs were bent over the table. Haruna hovered over the body, pinching down on the sensitive tips. Yuko moaned out swiftly upon her touch. She felt the pain from the back to her arms however it was slowly decreasing with Haruna’s movements around the body. Her fingers plunged into the water works as she lowered her lips to the ear of the guest.

“Thanks.” She whispered. “Takamina tapped out early.”

“Whatever you want for your birthday.” Yuko replied. “I mean Kojiharu-sama.”

Her hand struck the breast upon the words. Haruna continued to move her fingers with the love hole, accelerating with every twitch when the orgasm would spurt out onto the floor. Yuko felt the heat of the puddle below with Haruna wiping the residue onto the skin. Even for a promise, Haruna didn’t turn to anything else beyond the toys and return to them as a massager came and placed upon the sex. Her clit sensed the whole impact as the legs were forced close and Haruna pushing her knees apart as the vibration became harder to avoid.

“Kojiharu-sama! One more time.” Yuko screamed when she sensed another contraction.

The moment had become instant as the body shook onto the table. Her mind became blank with the room around her going dark. Yuko heard of the condition but never sought to find a way to get one but only her face could tell Haruna had reached it when she sensed the muscles around her cheek flexed towards her. It was different and the white room had composed her when she was thrown back and her chest began to pump.

“What happened?!” Haruna yelped.

“It was a blissful experience. I’ve reached it.” Yuko squealed.

“I thought you died.” Haruna exhaled. “Was it good?”

“I think so. However, I need to go to the bathroom and we need to clean up below me.” Yuko mentioned as Haruna released the cuffs and guided her to the bathroom.

Yuko didn’t expect it. It was well beyond what she had been told yet, she couldn’t dwell onto it much, wiping the nether region and the touch of red came upon the paper. The life come onto the item which caught her off guard and with a quick flush and washing her hands, Yuko rushed out as Haruna had mopped the area below, flashing a smile.

“What’s the meal?” Yuko asked.

“Just a salad.” Haruna smiled.

Going on empty added to the stress however it was just the start to a sex-filled day with her close friend.

#oshima yuko #kojima haruna #smut #request

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thefandomlesbian · 6 years ago

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OH... MY... LORD! CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE SOME SUPER SOFT LOVING FOXXAY SMUT FOR THE REUNION THAT HAPPENED TONIGHT!?... LIKE I HAVE SO MANY FEEEEEELLLLSSS! *ps. Not screaming at you, I love you and I'm just super excited!* 😍

This ask has been sitting here since 8x05 came out. I might be a little behind!!

Read on AO3 for optimal experience since, once again, Tumblr ate my formatting.

“My love, she speaks like silence

Without ideals or violence

She doesn't have to say she's faithful

But she's true, like ice, like fire

People carry roses

Make promises by the hours

My love laughs like the flowers

Valentines can't buy her.” -Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero”

...

Late one Friday night, Cordelia left her office for a bathroom break, all of her papers sprawled out on her desk where she had worked on getting her grades in and posted before the end of the semester. Going public with Miss Robichaux’s had increased the amount of witches in her care, and it had also increased the scrutiny the academy faced from the public and the government. After receiving certification to practice as a private school, she had an obligation to keep everything in order, and mid-December brought heaps of bureaucratic hoops to jump through.

It was for the greater good of the coven, she knew, but she felt like she was digging herself an early grave with the many nights of burning the midnight oil and retreating to Misty’s side in the wee hours of the morning only to be up at seven to help prepare breakfast. She hadn’t taken her blood pressure in weeks. She was afraid of what the numbers would tell her. The ever-constant headache and brief, flaring pain behind her eyes followed her like shadows.

Leaving her office, she slipped silently down the hallway into the bathroom. Everyone had vacated the academy for the end of the semester to go home with their families, but moving without making a sound was a habit at this point. On her way back to the office, though, she found the door locked.

The chalkboard on the door was blank, but the piece of chalk picked up from the string, enchanted by someone else’s telekinesis. In Misty’s elegant script, the chalk piece wrote, “Meet me in our room.”

Biting back a sigh, Cordelia crossed her arms and headed up the hall to the bedroom they shared. She pushed the door open. “Misty? I’ve got to get back to work. What do you want?”

She rounded the corner into the room. Across the room, Misty perched on the edge of her white chair, hairy legs crossed. A silky black lingerie dress covered her torso, but around her waist, she wore a strap-on. “Come here. You need a break.”

Tongue like a sponge leeching the saliva from her mouth, Cordelia licked her lips. Don’t. You can’t. You need to get your work done. “Misty…” Her voice was a croak. In spite of her dry mouth, another part of her body was growing wet. “I have work to do.” Misty rose from the white chair and approached her. Misty’s hands landed on her hips. “I need to get the grades in so I don’t have parents or the state government bitching at me.” One hand trailed up her abdomen over her sweater. As Misty’s delicate fingers passed between her breasts over her sternum, she shivered, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. “Misty--” Fingertips brushed over her voice box, admiring the vibrations there, and she cut herself off. Misty tilted her head upward to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Alright,” Misty whispered. “I’ll be here. Waiting.”

“Unlock my office door.”

“You got full access to the torture chamber.”

A grimace flexed across Cordelia’s lips. Part of her wanted to complain about Misty’s choice of words, but she held her tongue. A flame licked down between her legs. Turning, Cordelia walked with a stiff gait down the hallway. Sitting in her office chair felt like sitting on a bunch of pins and needles. Every time she blinked down to the papers in front of her, the letters formed shapes, the outline of Misty’s body, the shape of the strap-on between her legs. “Oh, god…” Cordelia massaged the bridge of her nose. “I’m never going to be able to focus now.”

The red pen in her hand pointed to the same sentence for several minutes at a time while she read and reread it. No matter how she tried to process it, she couldn’t shake the sensation of Misty’s hands from her body where her fingers had grazed.

When she stood up again, no more papers graded than before, and strode toward the bedroom, she thought hours must have passed. Misty waited on the bed with her legs crossed, playing Tetris on her phone with Stevie Nicks rising from the speaker. Cordelia closed the door behind her. Misty lifted her head. “Well, hey, there.” She glanced over to the clock beside the bed. “Half an hour. I didn’t figure you’d make it that long. You decide to take me up on that break?”

“Shut up and take me.”

Misty grinned. “Somebody’s in a rush.” She rolled off of the bed and approached Cordelia. “Come here. Kiss me. I miss you.” She pulled Cordelia close by the hips.

The strap-on jabbed her in the abdomen. “Oh, put that thing away.” Cordelia swatted it away with her hand. “I’m not even naked yet.” Misty laughed and bowed down to kiss her. Slender hands slipped under her sweater and lifted the hem up over her head. Cordelia brooke the kiss to rid herself of her top. “But you’ll fix that fast, won’t you?”

“You betcha.” Cordelia flung herself back at Misty, locking her arms around her body as she kissed from her jaw line down her neck, and Misty returned in kind. Nimble fingers unsnapped her bra and released her from its clutches. She flung it off to the side. “Ain’t you excited?” A broad hand covered each breast and cupped them in her warm palms. Cordelia hitched a breath. Misty’s touch was innocent enough--she didn’t squeeze her breasts or tweak her nipples--but it elicited enough fire from inside of her to make her sink her teeth into her partner’s neck.

Misty’s mouth formed a breathy moan. She masked it by brushing her lips up against Cordelia’s neck. Cordelia’s arms unhooked from around Misty and dipped between her own legs to unzip her pants. She grabbed the hem of Misty’s black silky dress and lifted it off of her. Misty grinned into the side of her neck. At a gentle nudging, she raised her arms for Cordelia to remove the fabric from her skin.

The black silk crumpled in a heap on the floor. Cordelia wrapped her hand around the phallus between them and used it to pull Misty toward the bed. “Come here.” Her voice grew huskier with need. She propped herself up on the pillows. Misty settled on her knees in front of her, hooking her fingers in her belt loops and wriggling her pants off of her rump. Cordelia wiggled to aid her. Left there in her underwear, she strained for another kiss from Misty, but Misty dodged, planting fluttering kisses everywhere but on her lips.

Tender lips landed on the junction between her neck and shoulder and peppered light pecks all over the hard outlines of her collarbones. Cordelia’s breasts turned firm under the stimulus, the nipples pebbling with need, and Misty’s hot, pink mouth wrapped around her right nipple. Her hand grappled with the other breast. The tip of her thumb flicked back and forth over it. Cordelia lifted her pelvis to grind against Misty’s body. The damp cotton of her panties rubbed against Misty’s abdomen. God, I need her.

With the flat of her tongue, Misty licked trails from the base of Cordelia’s rib cage to her navel, sinking her teeth into the delicate fat. She knew better than to leave hickeys above Cordelia’s shoulders where the students might spy them, but Cordelia’s squishy tummy and thighs were fair game for her to leave her mark. Cordelia squirmed as Misty kissed her navel and followed the thin trail of hair from it to the top hem of her panties. Misty’s eyes darted up to hers, and she slipped her fingers below the hem, waiting for Cordelia’s affirmation before she continued. “For fuck’s sake, Misty, take them off!” Misty chuckled. She slid the underwear off of Cordelia’s legs and flung them away.

The heady scent of Cordelia’s arousal rose up. “You smell so delicious…” Misty licked her lips and brushed her nose down through Cordelia’s well-groomed pubic hair. “I’d love to taste you.” She shifted her head to the left and kissed the inside of her thighs. Cordelia lifted her hips up, an invitation for Misty to do exactly what she wanted. Misty grinned. “Aren’t you just a lady?” She bowed her head and pressed her mouth right to the top of the split of Cordelia’s labia. She spread the lips with her middle and index finger on one hand. “You’re wet as the Okefenokee swamp, babe.”

Cordelia bit her lower lip to keep from laughing nervously. “I hope it smells better.”

“Oh, definitely, the Okefenokee swamp smells like--”

“Not right now!”

“Oh, right.”

“Tell me later.”

Misty didn’t waste any more time with comments. She buried her face into Cordelia’s vulva and slicked her tongue upward from her vagina toward the firm, erect bulb of her clitoris. Pleasure shot through her clitoris and went all through her lower body and up her spine. Misty slipped her middle and ring fingers into her vagina and curled them forward to the sensitive spot inside of her. “Oh, god--Oh, Misty!” She arched her back off of the mattress. “That’s so good!” She quivered with desire as Misty wrapped her mouth around her clitoris and sucked, flicking the tip of her tongue over it. “Ugh, I--I’m close--”

She offered the warning, thinking Misty planned to withhold it, but she didn’t let up; her fingertips pressed harder against the smooth spot inside of her. Tingles and pressure built in her lower belly. Fireworks exploded below Misty’s mouth. “Oh, Misty!” Her vagina contracted around Misty’s fingers so tightly, she swore she could feel Misty’s pulse. “Oh… Mmm…” A post-coital haze swept her up into its arms. But as Misty sat up, the tip of the strap-on brushed against her leg, and her tired eyes fluttered open. “More?”

Misty crawled up beside her. “Rest a few minutes, first.” Cordelia’s hand slid down her side to her hip bone, and it followed the strap connected to the dildo and dipped beneath it into her soft reddish pubic hair. Her fingers found Misty’s inner labia drenched. “Hey… hands to yourself, now, darling.” She formed a cheeky grin.

“I want it.” Cordelia pulled on her by the dildo. “Give it to me. Take me.”

Misty rolled over on top of her. “God, you’re so beautiful.” She framed Cordelia’s messy hair and flushed face with her forearm, gazing into her eyes with adoration pouring from her. Misty wasn’t just lustful--she was aroused, yes, but she was also hopelessly, helplessly, in love with Cordelia, and her every touch pressed that love into Cordelia’s skin and caused tears to rise to her eyes. Fortunately, the tip of the dildo pressed right outside her vagina and shocked the sappiness right out of her. She nodded a mute encouragement.

The dildo slipped inside of her with the same ease of Misty’s fingers. Her body stretched to accommodate the familiar intrusion. She lifted her hips upward. Misty moved her hand from stabilizing the dildo to Cordelia’s clitoris. The phallus produced thick, sucking sounds as it moved into and out of her vagina, massaging the delicate spot inside of her. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she relished in the sensation of Misty’s lips on her neck and shoulders. The rhythm on her clitoris and in her body syncopated a song against her heartbeat and the flush of Misty’s breath against her face. “Good lord, Misty, I feel so good--” Her hands reached for Misty’s back, clinging to her shoulders. “Ah--”

She was sensitive from her first orgasm. As pangs of pleasure looped through her, she stifled a cry with each one. All of the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Misty’s fingers on her clitoris set her aching with desire. Icy fire covered her whole body. “Touch me!” The weight of Misty’s body settled on top of hers as she relinquished the hold of her forearm, but it didn’t crush her. It warmed her from head to toe. Misty’s free hand slid under her lower back. “Oh, god…”

Cordelia’s fingernails dug into Misty’s shoulders. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Misty’s scent was heady with sweat and the grit of their bodies pressed together. The scent of earth and wildflowers which always clung to Misty, marking her as feral, belonging to the earth first and to Cordelia second, burned in her nostrils. She never wanted to surrender the moment, though her body grew closer to its edge with every thrust of Misty’s hips and movement of her spidery fingers.

Misty dragged her nose right to the hull of Cordelia’s ear. “I love you so much,” she whispered. She plucked Cordelia’s earlobe between her teeth and tugged it.

“Ngh!” Cordelia’s hands dragged down Misty’s back. “I’m about to--oh, fuck. Oh, shit.” Her eyes fluttered wide. “Misty, I’m gonna--”

Misty pumped her hips harder and faster against Cordelia’s. The headboard slapped the wall with each jerk of her lower body. Tingles raced down Cordelia’s spine and spread through her vagina down her trembling thighs. Her jaw trembled, teeth all clacking together. Her vagina tightened around the strap-on until Misty couldn’t move it anymore for the tightness there. Turning her head, Misty placed sloppy kisses all over her neck and jaw. “Mm… I do love you,” she repeated.

It took Cordelia a moment to produce an intelligent response. “I love you, too…” She exhaled a long sigh. Misty tugged the strap-on out of her, and Cordelia fumbled to release her from its clutches, revealing the messy pubic hair underneath and the sopping labia. Cordelia rolled over onto her abdomen. “Come here.”

Sprawling out underneath her, Misty spread her legs eagerly. Cordelia wasted no time. She fondled her breasts for a few minutes, lapping at her nipples and flicking them with her thumbs, and she traced all of Misty’s scars and stretch marks with her fingertips as she headed downward between her legs. She spread Misty’s legs with a hand on each thigh and licked her lips as she admired all of the moisture gathered up inside of Misty, all of the arousal there. Her tongue scooped upward. She relished in the salty, acidic flavor of Misty’s vulva.

The tip of her tongue traced the crus of her clitoris. God, she tastes so wonderful. “Mm…” She couldn’t help but make the sound. Her fingers tightened where they grasped Misty’s thighs, leaving marks behind. Misty’s hips wriggled, pelvis grinding on the air, as she sought more direct attention from Cordelia’s tongue. Deciding to be merciful, Cordelia opened her mouth and flicked the tip of her tongue right over the bulbed head of Misty’s clitoris.

“Ngh!” The thin sound rose from Misty, but it quickly darkened and deepened into a growl of something much wilder than the human woman lying beneath her. She groaned and tangled her hands into Cordelia’s hair. Her fists tightened there. It stung Cordelia’s scalp. She enjoyed the encouragement. “Ugh!”

Misty couldn’t produce words, but Cordelia recognized the twitching in her clitoris, the tell-tale sign that she had reached the edge of her orgasm. “Agh!” Cordelia sucked on her clitoris harder than before. “Fuck!”

It was the only clear word she managed to say before her orgasm consumed her. Thick arousal flowed from her body. Cordelia eagerly lapped it up until the last contractions of pleasure had swept Misty away, and then she sidled up beside her on the bed. Misty blinked a few times, her pupils all dilated. Cordelia nudged her. Misty turned to look at her. “You were right,” Cordelia said. Misty arched an eyebrow. “I needed a break.”

A dark chuckle left Misty’s mouth. “Of course you did.” She caressed Cordelia’s hip. “Do you feel better now? Your head was hurting earlier.”

“Yeah, I do. How did you know?”

“You always rub your eyes when your head hurts.”

It was a small thing, but Cordelia knew no one else had noticed it. Misty alone was observant enough to take heed of such a tiny mannerism and think of it so nonchalantly. “I do. Feel better now. Thank you.” She brushed a thick lock of Misty’s hair out of her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling.”

With an easy smile, Cordelia curled up in the crook of Misty’s arm. Her papers could wait. For right now, she was ready to sleep beside the woman she loved. Misty buried her face in her hair and inhaled deeply. She had never felt so safe before in her life.

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A Drunken Confession

A/N: That’s an out of context spoilers up there. Have fun reading!

Saying goodbye to my family was a bitter rerun. Except this time I didn’t get cookies from the town mayor/baker and I’d be seeing my family again sooner rather than later. We were down to the final six, this wouldn’t go on for much longer. Not to mention I still wasn’t sure if I should tell Ben or not about the kissing dream but if I did I’d probably be gone the next day.

As I hugged them all goodbye my dad whispered in my ear. “Can I talk to you in private for a moment.”

I nodded but was a little confused about why he wanted to. We went inside my bathroom being the only private place I could think of I sat down on the rim of my bath as he leaned against the counter.

“You’re falling for Wyatt.” He stated bluntly with a bit of a smug grin.

“I AM NOT!” I yelled back full force and standing up from my seat, forgetting about the rest of my family. My mom who would probably drag me home by my ponytail if she knew I was falling for someone illegal for me to fall for and my sisters who two of them were too young to really understand.

He chuckled, “keep your voice down. You mom won’t believe me on my plan to tell her I was talking to you about my poems if you screech again.”

I sighed and sat back down on my ledge. “You know your mom was- is just like you. I know you don’t like hearing that because there are some major differences like she’s a cynic you’re an optimist, that’s my fault. But you have her defense stubborn nature. She must have bullied me for a year when she first fell for me.” He chuckled to himself as my face flushed in rage and embarrassment.

“I. do. Not. like. Wyatt.” I replied and crossed my arms. “He’s weird!” I added.

My dad laughed again, “You’ve just convinced yourself you don’t like him because it’s both unconventional for the selection, and because you’re again, like your mother. You don’t like feeling feelings without having been prepared for the feelings. I believe I have a poem about how romance rushes in, it doesn’t like giving you time to prepare which is something both you and your mother hate. You lash out defensively and end up being rude to the people you like.” He paused to stifle some laughter.

“Which is ironic considering you confessed to him in that very way today. What was it “I like you.” Then you turned to me and said, that's why you said boys were mean to me in elementary school, right? Yup. You act like an elementary school boy, Gabby.” He replied.

I wanted to argue. I knew I should argue. But I also knew my dad was right. He knows me so well and I’ve seen that defensive nature in both my mom and I before, just on things other than romance. I clenched my jaw as I managed to get out the words to the point, “Why are you bringing this up?” I asked.

“Well, back at the library you didn’t seem to really notice how you felt about Wyatt, otherwise you wouldn't have confessed to him. Second you unfortunately did not get my side of the families tendency to be bold. You like to act it but never follow through on the things that matter. You’ll glady swim with a shark but would never actually be emotionally vulnerable, which I’m not saying that’s bad it just makes relationships difficult. You’re my daughter so I just want you to be happy. You seem happy with him but you’re too much of a chicken to actually do anything about it.”

“That’s not true!” I insisted.

“Whatever happened with that boy you liked in high school? The one who was one of your mom’s patients?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I got his point. But I didn’t want to. I’m not a coward, I don’t do bad things, and dating Wyatt would be a bad thing, confessing to wyatt would be a bad thing, anything involving Wyatt is just bad. He’s just a dork. Why would I let myself get this racked up over a little- well he’s actually pretty tall- but anyways, why would I let myself get racked up over a mocking, witty, funny, ugh!

“Just let him know how you feel. I know you think it’s risky but the royals seem nice. They won’t penalize you for being honest. I know your mom would oppose the risk which is why I brought you in here, but that’s also why your mom’s first boyfriend was me. I was the only one who could get past her shell. Anyways, I just want you to be happy, but you shouldn’t expect people to read your mind. You have to be honest even if it’s scary.” He said.

I nodded and took his advice as much as I didn’t want to. If I wanted to be happy in life I needed to be honest. I like Wyatt. I may be scared because probability is he doesn’t like me back, but there’s no way I’ll ever know if I don’t put myself out there.

“Michael! We need to head out!” I heard mom say from my room.

We got up to head back out and my dad put his hand on my shoulder, “Remember Gabby, let your heart lead you. It’ll take you to a happy end.”

We went out and regathered with the family. Mom gave me a tight up before they left, “Stay safe, Ella! Remember to be sensible. Use good judgement!” She said as they shuffled off leaving me alone again in my room.

I let out a sigh at everything running around in my head. I don’t like Wyatt, I do like Wyatt, I should go off of my gut and my heart, I should use my head and be sensible. I don’t know. I grumbled and laid down in my bed and took a nap. My go to activity for when I’m stressed.

I woke up at lunch time as my maids came in to get me ready to go down. I couldn’t see Wyatt like this. Let alone function. Hazel would probably pick up right away. She may be young but the girl is observant. I huffed and buried my face into my pillow.

“I don’t feel well, I want to stay up here for lunch and dinner.” I replied my voice muffled into my pillow. They listened and quickly left me alone again.

I just wanted to go back to sleep and stay asleep. Like sleeping beauty. Sleep through all the stress and drama and just wake up to my prince char- to my love interest kissing me awake. Though, I suppose that doesn’t really sound to consensual.

I rolled over in bed and shut my eyes tight as I tried to go back to sleep. All I could think about was the Wyatt situation. I still didn’t know what to do. Would Ben be hurt? Well I think he likes me but enough that it would hurt him if I told that I liked Wyatt. Would Wyatt tell Ben if I just told him? Would Ben tell Wyatt if I told him?

“Ughhhhh!” I groaned.

“Is everything alright, Gabriella?” I heard a voice speak.

“WHAT THE HELL!” I yelled as I sat up and I identified the voice as my maid Lily.

I sighed in relief as I now knew who it was, “What are you doing in here?” I asked since I had dismissed them earlier.

“Oh well you said you weren’t feeling well so Rose, Violet, and I have been going back and forth on checking on you. It was my turn.”

“What? I’ve been awake I didn’t hear any of you.” I asked confused as I looked around and saw my clock which said it was now 11pm. WHAT. Apparently, I had gone to sleep but still had been deep thinking, what?

“You’ve been asleep for awhile, actually. So is everything alright?” She asked again.

“Oh yeah I’m just stressed.” I sighed then rolled over and grabbed my pillow tossing it up in the air and catching it again, an activity I had started doing while on bedrest.

“Lily, what do you do when your stressed?” I asked.

She chuckled, “I normally get blackout drunk and watch a movie, doesn’t seem like a very you thing though.” She replied. Being drunk sounds actually great right now.

“Lily, can you bring me like, all the wines, a way to watch a movie, and a horrible chick flick?” I asked.

I then spent about a two hours downing three bottles of wine and screaming about Bella from twilight being a hoe. How can she do this to Mr shiny! He’s supposed to be with her! Now she’s off flirting with hairy mc-hair boy! I huffed and got up.

I needed to tell Wyatt about this movie! It was so intense! There was like murder! Blood! Sparkles! It was the epitome of- what was I saying again? It was movie good!

I stumbled on my feet as I sloppily got dressed and waddled up to his room. I walked up the step somehow not slipping down all of them, but by the time I made it to his room I had more or less forgotten why I came up there.

I knocked loudly on his door not having too great motor control, “Whyyyyyy-hit.” I slurred and had to stop for a small hiccup, “Why-hit.” I said again with a giggle thinking of his name as a pun on the word why.

I didn’t hear anything so I just turned and pressed my back against the door and dropped to the ground. The world was spinning and Why-hit was probably asleep. I giggled to myself again. “Whyyyyyattt-whhhhyyy.” I said with another giggle, “is the world spinning. So many whys. Why, Y, then wyatt. Its a name- word- in a nameee.” I said then accidentally hit my head on the door, “Owwwww.” I said.

I heard a quick shuffle from inside the room before the door flung open causing my to fall back on the ground fully laying down now and looking up at Wyatt. “Gabby?” He asked.

“Heyyy Wyatttt.” I said and giggled some more. “You have ah-an- a funny name. Did you know that? It's very fun to say though. Wyyyyattt.”

He blinked seeming surprised at my presence then frowned and crouched down so be closer to my level. “Where have you been all day?” Oh yeahhh he’s my right side table mate. I’ve missed lunch and dinner today. HAH maybe that’s why this stuff is so strong. Empty tummy. Hah TUMMY.

“My room. I haven't been feeling well so I took a nap all day. I feel great now though! I got three bottles of wine.” I said and reached up to put three fingers up but forgot what I was doing to I decided to squish Wyatt’s face instead, “Can I come innnn my room is so far away and the world is so dizzy. I don't wanna be on bedrest againnnn.” Since I’d probably fall and sprain my ankle again if I tried to walk too far like this.

He gave me a flat look, “So you're drunk?” He asked his voice muffled by his squished cheeks.

I let go of his face and kept one of my arms up for a very matter of fact point, “I am not drunk! I do not drink! I have drink once! I was 16! I'm a different person now. I'm just a litttttttllllleee bit tipsy now. But I've had a really- complicated- er confusing, maybe just horrible day so I needed it.”

“You didn't need it.” He said and tried to help me sit up.

“I needed it.” I was too busy thinking about our hot and steamy dream kiss I needed the wines to help the head thoughts. I rolled over to get on my knees then decided to just sit on them.

“My dad also kinda told me to. Since he told me I needed to not be such a chicken and al-alc- alc-o-ha whatever, makes you less of a chicken. Sitting up is so much workkk, can I come in your room?”

He gave me an unimpressed look, “I only understood 30% of the words you just said.” Well that sucks for him because I understood 110%. He then looked down the hallway and pulled on my arm to help me get up, “You might as well get in so you can sober up.”

I giggled then shot up, “Yayyy, I havent been in your roombeforesince nayalya did the taking.” I mumbled slurring my words together. I looked around quickly before deciding I wanted to sit on his bed. Wyatt tried to block me BUT FOOL I PLAYED BASKETBALL so I got around him and flopped face first on his bed. “Your bed smells like you.” I said my voice muffled from the bed before I turned my head to breath.

Wyatt blushed at that and wiped his hands on his pants for some reason. Then decided to turn on the bigger room lights and pour me some water. I don’t need that! I’m not a wuss! All I need is more winesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. “I'll take that as a compliment.” He said.

“You're cute when you blush. You're like a little tomato its funny. I wish I liked tomatoes. The idea of them is so appealllinnggg hahhhhh appealing beacause you peel tom- you dont peel tomatoes do you?”

He took a deep breath and finished pouring the water, “Why do I always have to deal with drunk girls?”

“Do you constantly have to? This is very very unlike me. I dont get drunk offten because last time I got drunk I tattled on my bitch friend and told everyone she was a bitch then kicked her off the cheer team. Then I'm pretty sure Emma got rid of the party. SHE WAS A BITCH THOUGH!” I said with 0 filter.

Wyatt stared at me in bewilderment, “What?”

“I'm sorry that was just the last time I was drunk. There was this girl in my cheer squad, Nina. She made Emma anorexic and was a general bitch so i got drunk ans publically called her out. Then she stole my boyfriend. I do stupid things when i drink, conclusion.” I explained giving him the chalked up summary.

“High schools can't possibly be like the movies.” He mumbled to himself.

I looked up at Wyatt from the bed, “What do you know about high school? Are you judging off of fiction? like the horses?You said that was wrong to do? but here you are. Judging! Though I guess your source is right because they are like them. Though I was not too good at being a hot cheerleader.” I paused to flop my head back onto the bed then yelled into the mattress, “No one would ever date me because I'm too defensive!” My reason for not being a good stereotypical cheerleader.

“I was actually implying that I didn't judge them to be like the movies but you are making them sound like they are.” He replied then laughed at my second part. “I see... pity for them I guess.” He said walking over with the glass of water.

I then sat up in the bed ready to take the water and took the glass as I spoke, “Yeah a real pity. I'm a mighty fine catch. That's a phrase right? Yeah because its with fish in the sea. I almost got one but then I was too prideful to talk to him and Nina took him. His name was Jonathan. He was actually a lot like you, you're cuter though. But youre both mega dorks but somehow make it look cool.”

Once I compared the two Wyatt’s eyes got wide, his cheeks red, and he cleared his throat, “Uh, thanks.. I think.”

“You should think!” I chimed then pat him on the back. Then realized that didn’t quite make sense. “I dont think thats right. You should say thanks! it was intended as a compliment! there! Do you have any food?” I asked and took a sip of the water. I forgot what a blessing water was, “God i love water.” I said then set the cup down on his nightside table and flopped back down, sitting up being such a chore.

He blinked then walked over to his mini fridge, “So... how exactly did you end up here again?”

I thought for a moment trying to remember why I had come, then it hit me. THE MOVIE. “OH YEAH THATS RIGHT! Have you seen- okay so I don't remember their names, but I was watching these amazing movies while I was drinking! They're so good I had to tell you. There's like a sparkly person and a hairy boy and blood and murder!”

He crouched down to take out some, blessed oreos, and milk but paused to give me a look, “That doesn't really sound like my style of movie.” It is everyone’s style of movie. IT’S AMA-ZONG.

“It's based off of a book! What was it called?” I asked as I went distraught in thought and rolled on his bed. “TWILIGHT!” I exclaimed.

He raised his eyebrows as he opened the package of oreos, “Oh wow, you must be really drunk.”

“Oh my God cookies!” I exclaimed as they were closer now and scootched over to them.

“I keep chips in my room at home but cookies are a better idea. And I'm not thattttt drunk. I asked my maid Lily what she does when she's stressed and she says she drinks and watches movies so I asked for a bad movie because they're funny BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD”

He rolled his eyes clearly trying to hold back a smile as he handed me a glass of milk and the cookies. “People don't tend to describe Twilight as "really good".”

“Well they should. I should be a movie critic I would be FANTASTIC I know all the acting and filming shit.”

“I'm so sure.” He said as he pulled a beanie bag over by the bed and plopped down on it. HAH ITS MY BED NOW. He then opened a can of canada dry, doesn’t that soda just taste like fizzy nothing? “Enlighten me.” He added.

“Well- like here's the first thing the scenes they get DARKER in dark parts of the movie. its artistic genius! and the actors are all like so into it. and the main character is like her name has meaning but i forget what it is BUT IT'S GOOD BELIEVE ME THAT!”

He nodded like ‘yes but of course’ and took a swig of his drink, “Sounds legit.”

My eyebrows furrowed and my cheeks flushed at the word, “I hate that word.”

He snorted and tried to sit up straighter in the beanie, “Why?”

“Well I wanna prove my dad wrong that I am NOT a coward so I'll tell you- hah stop saying i look like chicken little HE'S A COWARD AND I'M NOT A COWARD- sorry.” Wyatt grinned at my vine reference.

“But anyways. I had a dream the night you brought my toast but in my dream we kissed. When it ended you said "that was legitness" its been haunting me since and honestly is the reason I drank and didn't come to lunch or dinner because my dad said I liked you. Which I don't! at least I think i don't. I'm pretty sure I don't. *pauses* Well I do like you. But there wasn't a point in saying so until he had to call me a coward because now I had to prove that I'm not!” His grin quickly faded as I spoke and he seemed surprised when I mentioned the kiss. He stood up as I finished talking and laughed nervously.

“No, no. No, no. I really doubt you like me. It's just the alcohol speaking.” He tried to reason.

“No no. No no, I do. My dad knows me like the back of my hand. I get defensive and attack when I feel insecure which he pointed out. I'm that way with you being I like you and it catches me off guard so I amp up defense and bully. Which he pointed out was ironic since I jokingly said I liked you like one of those elementary school boys when I was apologizing but it's 100% true. You're dorky, cute, funny, your admirable, you have great interests, and being with you honestly just makes me feel entirely different than how I feel when I hang out with other people. I'm able to focus more on the present instead of stressing and just genuinely enjoy spending time with you. I like you. That I'm 100% certain which is what I realized today and why I hid in my room.” I explained. His face got redder and redder as I explained. He was clearly panicking. For some reason I wasn’t, shouldn’t I be? Oh wait no I’m drunk.

He plopped back down on his beanie and looked up at me for a moment before our eyes caught eachothers and he panicked and looked away. “I-Um, I enjoy spending time with you as well.” He said as he face palmed. He’s really working to hard. I don’t expect him to do anything but reject me here I’m not that unrealistic.

I couldn’t help but to burst out laughing finding it funny how much he had panicked, granted had the roles been reversed I probably would have reacted similarly. “I get it. You know I may be academically dumb but that doesn't mean I'm reckless. I know how to weigh pros and cons. I've already considered how you feel about me and decided that it seems you didn't like me. You don't have to try and formulate a perfect reply. We can just keep being friends for these last few weeks till I'm sent away.” I couldn’t help but to be smiley at his cute flustered face, but I had to be nice so I laid back down in bed and looked at the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to worry about eye contact.

“Anyways, it explains my weird behavior of eye contact avoiding a few days ago before breakfast. Additionally, any other weird behavior since then. Also my dads comments about me being like my mom. Apparently, she bullied him for their whole first year of knowing each other. He was too much of a dork supposedly.”

He sat up in the beanie bag and leaned forward on resting his elbows on his knees and sat in silence for a moment. Oh no, that’s a serious thing. He’s gonna say something serious, “So... that means I’m too much of a dork as well.”

I burst out laughing and rolled over on my side to look at him as I spoke, “I believe I established earlier, you're dorky enough that you somehow make it cool. Still enough for me to bully you for but not in an actual bad way.”

He looked to the floor once I rolled over, “I’m a paradox then.”

“I suppose so. That's probably why I drank like so much wines. Too much thinking because of paradox. Like is he an annoying dork? Is he a cute dork? Both Both is good. The Road to El Dorado.” I said making another reference.

He chuckled, “The best of both worlds?”

Hah! He’s activated my trap card, in my horrible horrible, bad enough that your father writes a poem about it singing I started, “YOU GET THE LIMO OUT FRONT UOAHAHAU.”

He covered his ears, “Oh no, I take it back, stop!”

I started laughing at his reaction then gathered myself, “It's too late, Schreave! It's your itsy bitsy hell but hannah montana now! HOtTEST STYLeS, EvERY SHoE EveRy ColOR!”

He got up and threw a blanket on top of me hoping that would be enough to stop me, “you’re not a superstar.”

I managed to flop some of the blanket off of me, “I have to be a superstar. Otherwise you wouldn't have taken all those pictures of me. It's truly because I'm a-” I did a dramatic pause and flipped my hair, “A superstar.”

He gave me a flat look, “Yes, you’re right. That must be it.”

I chuckled, “So what did you think of my family anyways? You didn't get to meet Mae or my mom but other than those 2.”

“Ellie is quite enthusiastic...it reminds me a bit of Hazel when she was younger.” He said and sat back down on his beanie. “Your dad kind of reminds me of my own, though mine holds back more when it comes to telling embarrassing stories about us-” He paused, “-Usually.”

I chuckled, “Yeah he aimed to destroy. You didn't get too see too much of Riley's personality because she's a lot more reserved around strangers but she's pretty chill. And mom and Mae, Mae is 13 months old and really likes bananas. Mom is very serious and likes to do her work at the hospital. I don't see her too much because of it but dad tries to remind her to take breaks.”

“And you went through life surfing and being a cheerleader with a girl you hated?” The question threw me off since we weren’t really on the topic of high school or cheer or Nina.

“You mean Nina? Nina only did cheerleading so it wasn't too big of a deal and it was just the first 3 years of high school. I also did other sports too and surfing so I had a lot of time away from her. Plus aren't you the one that was all like-” I paused and held my hand up making a mouth puppet with my thumb and other fingers, “sometimes you have to put up with nasty people for the GrEaTeR GoOD." I said in a mocking voice opening the hand mouth along with it.

He narrowed his eyes, “The outcome of Illéan economy doesn’t really depend on you being a cheerleader.”

I chuckled and put my hand down, “Well it mattered to me an I enjoyed being a cheerleader. I didn't see why I should stop just because another girl was a bitch. Honestly I should have gotten drunk and kicked her off the team much sooner than I did. I do good things when I drink. Like this time, I got cookies.”

He nodded awkwardly and looked around the room, “Why were you still up?” I asked.

He looked back at me and hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking over to his desk covered with the photos. “I couldn't sleep, so I figured I should find something to do.”

I stumbled to get up curious to look at the photos and made my way over to them, “Why couldn't you sleep?” I asked.

He shrugged, “Well, my sleeping schedule isn't the best to begin with, but I guess with everything happening lately, it's only gotten worse.” HE'S LIKE BEN.

My daughter of a doctor instincts kicked in, “You should get a good sleep schedule, its high-hih-” I couldn't help but to giggle a bit as a struggled with the word, gosh drunk gabby is not good at arguing, “Very important! Health!” I said and threw my arms up.

He chuckled, “You say this as you stand before me drunk at..” He looked to his clock, “half an hour away from 2 A.M.”

“As I said before.” I said and pointed my finger at him, “I am n-no not! drunk. Just a litttleee wee bit tipsy. And this is not a normal thing for me. I would be asleep by now. Well most days. Recently I've been up late scared I'll have another that was legitness dream.”

He poked me on my forehead with his index finger to prove how off balance I was which resulted in me flopping back down onto his bed. He then cleared his throat and turned back to the pictures, “That traumatizing, huh?”

“Very.” I replied then realized that may have hurt his feelings, “Not because kissing you would be bad or even gross, though that is what I've been telling myself to try and persuade myself out of it, but I don't think it would be bad in a horrific sense, it's just been stressful because I've been going through the steps of like well maybe it'll just go away, and then it didn't, and then maybe I should tell you and/or Ben but I decided not too because keeping it to myself means nothing bad could happen and maybe it was just a blip and I would get back to liking just Ben and no one would ever need to know. But that didn't happen. Then dad told me to tell you but mom told me to be smart and telling you would not be smart so I just got more stressed and popped and normally i would go surfing but this stupid hip and foot so I drank. But anyways if I had another dream about you I'm sure it would have just added to the stress.”

“So you don't plan on telling Ben?” He asked as he flipped through the pictures.

“Undecided. I mean I wasn't going to at first to see if it would pass, but then I noticed last time we hung out alone I didn't feel like I liked him as much and that he should know regardless of my weird dream and liking you. But I also have selfish reasons that I want to stay like I like spending time with you and want to just wait it out since there's only a few girls left. And with rationalizing it seems easier to not tell him since it's not like there's a high probability he'd like me best anyways. So I could just show slight disinterest so I stay as long as natural but still get time to hang out as friends with you. But ethics and math and thinking. Now I want more alcohol.”

Wyatt’s ears got red as I spoke. “Alright... “ He said and shook his head, “I mean-- about the staying, not the alcohol.” He clarified. I heard him sigh then he spoke up again, “There's something else you can do if you don't want to think too much though.” He said and offered a hand to me.

I took his hand and sat up leaning on him a bit as I wasn’t the best at balancing in my current state, “Die?” I asked genuinely not knowing what he could mean.

He gave me a flat look, “Shut up.” As we walked towards the balcony.

“It’s my honest best guess.”

He let go of me for a moment to grab his camera, then came back and held my arm to help me stay balanced and we went outside on his balcony, “We can’t go to the beach but it’s the next best thing.” He said which made me smile. Either we had similar coping mechanisms to stress and liked being by the beach or he was actually considering me as a person and trying to help.

I chuckled and plopped down on the ground of the balcony, you could still see the shore and dangle your legs off the edge, “Yeah drinking and the beach are a bad combination. Plus it's what? Almost two am you said? I love the beach, don't you? It's interesting because there's just so much we don't know about it, and thrilling because you have no idea what's around you but somehow we as people always feel safe in it. Plus the sounds of the waves are just so steady that it could just put you to sleep. Not to mention the way that it connects us all. Doesn't matter which country you're from or in, if you're in the ocean you're in the same mass as everyone else in the world. It's just invigorating.” I said rambling on a bit I gazed out and watched as the black blobs that I knew to be waves gently swayed back and forth from the beach. I love the ocean at night.

I closed my eyes for a moment thinking about the night before I applied for the selection. The night I went out surfing and decided that there was no point in my applying. Nothing was void in my life so I shouldn’t do anything to risk derailing it. It was my mom talking in me. I hadn’t known what I was missing so I evaluated the risks poorly. Being with Wyatt and the relationship friendship or otherwise I was building with him was worth leaving home for a bit.

“You get really deep when you’re drunk... “ He replied. “We like the sound of waves because it’s a ‘non-threat’ sound. It fools your brain into thinking it should be calm because there’s no imminent danger.” He then added.

I turned back to look at him after he said that, “You're a genius.” I said before laying down on the floor of the balcony, my eyes needing a break as my head spun from the alcohol. Though, it’s silly that waves would tell us that when there’s all kinda of dangerous animals in the ocean, not to mention the waves themselves can kill.

“You know what animal I feel bad for?” I prompted.

He was taking a picture of the sea as he replied, “Porcupines?” What? No?

“No? Should I feel bad for porcupines? What's bad with them? I feel bad for sharks. They don't even want to eat people they hate how we taste! they just don't know what we are and their mouths are too big so when they try to figure it out they end up being vilified. We examine things all the time yet they are seen as evil! It's not fair!”

He raised an eyebrow at me, “That's a really bad comparison. But I said porcupines because they can't be hugged.” He said before placing a hand on his chest dramatically and making a deeply troubled face, “It's so sad.” He then paused and looked to no one behind his shoulder and added, “Alexa play despacito.”

I then burst out into laughter at both his meme and a pun that came to my head, “No no no! If you get like a space suite- suu- suit you could hug them! You just have to be careful! Wait- are they sad because they're.....POOR-CUPINES?!” I kept laughing at my own horrible joke.

He sighed and quickly gave me a glance, “You're truly awful.”

I chuckled at his reply and was about to insult him back before I caught myself. “I know. Hey, while I'm drunk and not a prideful moron I should apologize to you sincerely for all of the mean things I say to you as a defense. Like calling you a stupid mcstupid head. You're not a stupid mcstupid head.” I said. Wow. A real apology. My dad would probably cry from joy.

“Eh, maybe just a tad, but I appreciate the apology.” He replied with a small smile. We then sat in silence again and just rested listening to the sounds of the world.

I took a deep breath in as I closed my eyes for a moment. This felt right. Sitting with Wyatt and just thinking and being together. No words passed for a moment sandwiched between our small bits of banter and conversation.

“So this Jonathan never even showed interest in you? I thought cheerleaders were popular.” He asked. I had to hold back from grinning at the question. Oh, so he does care about my past romances?

I then took a deep breath in before explaining since there were a lot of knots and background reasons to put out for him to best understand, “Cheerleaders are popular but I didn't have the general cheerleader personality like Emma and Nina. They did much better with the boys than me. Plus Jon was a total nerd. His favourite class was English because he liked the books. Emma knew him better than though since they had math and english together and I'd just watch from afar she said he liked me at least enough that he would say yes if I asked him out but he never talked to me. Then I was too nervous to ever talk to him and Nina swooped in for vengeance since she knew I liked him and he's a two. She wants to be a model but shes a three. Not a upper class three like me either. My dad heard gossip about her in the biweekly mom's book club, so I'm not sure if its true at all, but they had heard she didn't live with anyone and the house she stayed in wasnt owned she was just squatting. It would make sense because she rarely invited us over and I know she didnt live with her biological parents. She told me her mom killed herself and her dad turned into an alcoholic so she was removed, but then shouldn't she have had a foster family? I never saw them at least. But anyways her foster parent or parents were threes so she got assigned a three caste. Not a model caste so Jonathan was a good person for her to leech to. I don't know why Jonathan is with her. Emma doesn't either she keeps trying to find out though.” I hope she does. I don’t know Jon too well, but just from human being to human being I wouldn’t want anyone to be stuck with that bitch.

“I did let him borrow a pencil once though. That was some real steamy action.” I added sarcastically. I wondered for a moment about Wyatt’s past with romance. Maybe it would come up later, maybe not. It would probably be too much to ask in addition to my big splur of an explanation. So I suppose I’ll just have to wait.

He laughed at my second comment, “An awkward, nerdy jock. Who would've thought.” He replied then thought for a moment, I was curious to know what he would say but quickly found out, “Not to judge Johnny boy or anything, but if he was bold enough to ask for a pencil he should've asked you out instead of waiting for you to do it. He missed his chance.” I smirked a bit at the name Johnny boy but tried to focus.

“Yeah I wonder why he didn't if he liked me. Probably Emma was just lying to encourage me. It wouldn't be out of character for her to do that. Or maybe he just wanted me for my pencils. And thank you I truly am a rare thing. I think Emma was always annoyed that I was more popular than her. Not with boys but people generally attracted towards me. It wasn't my fault though I'm just too awesome.” I replied with a smirk showing of my charm of humility.

“And let's not forget clearly humble.” He replied.

“Highly humble. Like if there is a human form of humble it would be me. I'm just that darn good.” I grinned at the adjective then got curious. I wonder if there's a way I can find out more of Wyatt thinks of me, “Let’s play a game.” I suggested.

“Like what?” He asked warily.

I sat up and faced him, “Okay so I haven't played this since elementary school but it was fun to me then. So it's super easy, I remembered it because of calling myself so many adjectives. But basically you have to come up with an adjective that fits each letter of another person's name and personality. Such as right now I would say wary for the W in Wyatt.” I said giving an example.

He scoffed a laugh, “For once I benefit from having a weird letter combination on my name. I'll go with gleeful.” I had a rather gleeful grin grace my face as he complied to play.

“I didn't even think of that. Y hmmmm.. Yyyyyyy…” YEET? Yeazy? What does that even mean? I spoke before I even thought, “Yummy!” I said then went bright red myself, “because you're attractive. It's the best I can think of.” I mumbled pretty embarrassed at my own word choice.

His face went red as well as he scooted away from me in panic, “I'll pretend that's just you being drunk and say absurd for A.” I chuckled at that. Well I really didn’t have a filter when I was this drunk.

“It is just me being drunk. Though you are attractive and there are very few Y adjectives I would normally never call you yummy. A, Affable.”

‘Interesting.” He said and took a moment to think but then quickly said, “Bold.”

“Hah I'm gonna run out before you. I'll have to go with your middle name then. What is it? And T for tall.” I asked planning ahead.

He chuckled, “Christopher. R for-” He then paused to dramatically wave a hand in the air, “-ravishing.” I wanted to comment on the fact that he just called me ravishing but instead my attention had to be distracted by the middle name.

“Your middle name is Christopher? I forgot you royal people like to pass on names like that. I think it’d be weird to give me kid my name as their middle. Alright last T. Hmmm tenacious.”

He nodded, “I thought you knew by now that I was a junior.”

“I did not. It hasn't come up. Well my middle names are funny too. My parents went with Rose Marie. Get it. like Rosemary. Rosemary was my grandmothers name so it’s supposed to be a tribute without being weird because rosemary is a weird name.” I said explaining my two middle names. Thankfully, they didn’t make it my first and it was my grandmother so thats not as weird as my dad or I guess in my case it would be my mom.

“So they decided not to be weird by naming you Rosemary, and instead made you Gabriella Rose Marie Patterson.” He then seemed to notice something, “You have more names than me,” He said all smug like. At first I was confused why then it occured to me I had just called him being a junior stuffy and having a long name was pretty stuffy itself.

I then slightly shoved him, “Shut up. At least mine isn't a copy of my parents name. Its my grandmother so that makes it more okay and its slightly changed. Thank goodness they didn't name me Rosemary. I don't know how I would have lived with that. Maybe I could go by Rose.” I wrinkled my nose at the sound of my name and shook my head. Rose was for sure a hard no.

Wyatt wrinkled his nose as well, “The girl that kissed Ben at the bar was named Rosie.”

“Ew. Yikes no. What about Mary then?” I asked and pressed my lips thinly together as I considered the name, “No for me. I think id just have to go by a whole new name had they done that to me.”

He thought for a moment refusing to give up, “Oh, I know. Rory. RO-sie and ma-RY.”

“Thats a boys name, isnt it? Like on The Office?” I asked.

He blinked, “I got it from a show Layla watched called Gilmore Girls. It was a nickname for this girl named Lorelai, but I never really understood the reason.”

I scoffed a laugh, “What kinda a name is Lorelai? I don't understand parents sometimes.” Though, realistically I’d be probably naming my own kid after a meme. Jarden Whaddup _______. My son.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow seeming fairly amused. Why? What had I done wrong? “Your etiquette teacher is named Lorelai with a spelling variation.” Oh crap.

“Can you tell I don't pay attention during those classes?” I asked rhetorically.

He jokingly gave a loud sigh, “You are a disappointment with napkins.”

HEY! “Shut up. You're a disappointment with I don't know...um..fuck...you're a disappointment with something”

He gave a brief chuckle, “Oh, of that I’m sure.”

I rolled my eyes, “God you're so stupid that's not how you're supposed to respond to insults. You don't just agree you moron.”

“Thanks.” Wyatt replied with a smile then decided to be a smart Aleck, “Very compelling advice as you insult me again.”

“Well you didn't accept being a moron at least. Are you an idiot sandwich?” I asked. Since he did accept being called a disappointment, but he hadn’t agreed to the moron insult.

“Well, moron, stupid and idiot are kind of synonyms, chef Ramsay.” I already knew that, that wasn’t my question.

“Thanks. But do you think you're an idiot?” I asked deciding to clarify more.

“I’ve been an idiot once or twice, but I like to think it’s not my usual.” He answered.

“Good.” I said then pat him on the back. We talked for a bit longer about my total and complete perfection

“Impressive. Which by the way happens to be a word that perfectly fits with i.” He said about my total confidence in my perfection.

I chuckled, “Oh yeah I forgot about the name. I'm on your middle name now, right? Because Wary, Yummy, Affable, Tall, and tenacious. So C…Chivalrous.”

“Really? I thought I made the air foul.”

“Only when you watch me try to open napkins. Then it's like suffocatingly foul.”

His eyes narrowed as he focused on the next word. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he seemed to be deeply considering what he would say next, “Enlivening.”

He clicked his tongue, “I had ideas, I just wanted to use something better.”

“I suppose that could be true. A in Wyatt took me awhile because I wanted something harder than adorable.” I replied not thinking too much about the fact that I indirectly had called him adorable until he cleared his throat.

“Well, I wanted something more meaningful than empathetic.”

I scoffed a laugh, “Empathetic wouldn't even be accurate. I'm very me focused. Otherwise I wouldn't have come to your room in the middle of the night I would have thought "huh, he's probably asleep. I shouldn't wake him"

“Um…” He said as clearly hadn’t thought of that. “You still seem like the type of person that at least tries to understand how someone else feels occasionally though.”

I chuckled, “Well at least I may try too when I'm not near blackout drunk.”

“So not the most empathetic, but it's something. Either way, L is lighthearted.”

“R for reliable. At least when you want to ask someone to entertain your little sister. Reliable there.” I referenced him playing with Ellie and letting her use his camera.

He nodded, “And L again for loyal. With your family. It's pretty clear who's most important.” He replied which made me smile. I was happy to know he had gotten to know me enough to notice how important my family is to me.

I chuckled, “You're right there. It's honestly the reason I'll never be a surfer. I like to say it's just because I don't want to deal with fighting my mother because she disapproves. But I was around with Riley told mom she was marrying a five. It wasn't pretty. I'm not going to put Eliana or Mae through that. Did I tell you I got an idea for an occupation I might be able to settle for?”

“Marine biologist?” WOW THAT'S AN IMPRESSIVE GUESS.

“So I must have told you before. That was underconsideration yes, but shark tagging and studying sharks specifically would be fun. It wouldn't be as great as staying home and surfing and I'm not really a fan of travel and being away from my family but it gets me on the ocean and studying something thrilling. Plus a lot of its action so I don't have to use too much of my head for the tagging part.”

“You didn't say it, but talking about how much there is to explore about the ocean kind of gave you away... you actually want to study sharks though?” He replied. I suppose that was kinda a give away.

“Yes. They're interesting and wild. My dad made a good way of explaining my cowardness earlier that put the idea in my head. he said "you're brave on the outside enough that you would try to swim with a shark but so much of a coward that you'd rather argue with people and taunt them then let them see you emotionally open." I then gave a slight chuckle.

“Guess that does not apply when I'm drunk though.” I added before holding up a quick thumb up.

“But they're cute and they get a bad rep. I don't know too much about them but learning more could be fun. At least more so than being a lawyer,” I wrinkled my nose at the thought of being stuck with a load of long and boring paperwork.

“Then again there are drawbacks. I do think exploring is fun but I dislike the idea of travel. Even coming here was scary to me and it's only like an hour and a half away from my home. But still it's worth consideration.” I weighed the pros and cons. No job was perfect for me. I would just have to compromise like I had been raised to. But I’d still like to know the weight of the cons to determine if the compromise is worth it.

“There’s not enough sharks to study in the Angeles shore? That does sound like a tragedy.” He said and looked off to the shore.

“But.. a lot of people are scared to be, uh, emotionally open. So you’re not alone.”

“The problem there isn't the number of sharks, it's that studying sharks normally means following their travel patterns to understand them which is why they get tagged so you can help keep track. Though, realistically I'd be too much of a wuss and should just read books about them instead if I'm curious.” I further thought aloud then slightly huffed since the more I thought about it the more it seemed like a bad choice.

“And at least to me seems like other can be emotionally open enough to at least stay level headed and just not be like verbal about their emotions as opposed to me who decides attack is the best way to handle is and mocks people. To be fair you're very easy to mock. You're good at coming up with comebacks though, so I for Intelligent.” I replied and quickly changed the topic back to the game. I wasn’t really a fan of talking about my flaws, as shocking as that may seem.

He chuckled at my detailed explanation, “An honor to hear you to say that—even if you’ve also called me a moron tonight.”

“Please, over half of what I are are meaningless insults. You can't really take any of them to heart. Except for the dork ones. Those are true.”

“I kind of want to argue back, but I’m not sure how.”

“You can't because it's true. You're a big ol'dork. Just like I'm a big ol'nerd. We're both losers.” I said and put a thumb up.

He awkwardly smiled at me before putting my hand down, “Thanks.” He said before he just made eye contact. Is he thinking? Is there something on my face? Do I just look really bad right now? I heard moonlight was supposed to make people prettier? Fuck-fuck-fuck why is he staring at me? I flushed and looked away myself.

He cleared his throat and spoke up again, “Finally your first name is over. A for amusing.” Oh no such a long name 9 letters, oh the pain.

“But hey I still need to finish Christopher otherwise your middle name is just Chri. So I suppose you have to do Rose Marie now? Or just we need to discuss what to do.” I suggested since we really couldn’t progress without discussion.

“Wyatt Chri Schreave has a nice ring to it, but alright.” He paused then did a dramatic host voice, “Here comes the lightning round!” He said and acted like he had a microphone which he pointed at me.

I chuckled at his playful behavior before responding, “Alright. S for sarcastic. So fast, so speedy, like sonic.” I joked.

Wyatt however, was no longer playing, “R for rude.”

I got flustered and decided to make him suffer just the same and had to hold back from an evil grin as I knew just the way to, “It's not my fault that I'm rude. If you hadn't seduced me than I wouldn't be so defensive then I.E rude.”

Wyatt’s face quickly flushed giving me my revenge, “I DIDN'T SEDUCE ANYONE.”

“YOU SEDUCED ME WITH YOUR VASE HIDING, AND EYEBROW RAISING, IT WAS A SEDUCTION TACTIC!” I defended trying to play along but broke out into laughter unable to keep up my defensive act, “I'm sorry, I'm kidding, I don't victim blame.” I apologized through my laughter.

For his vengeance he decided to snap a picture of me without my consent as I laughed. Drunk or not I didn’t like pictures being taken of me. “NO! THAT'S SO RUDE.”

He then turned the camera to show me the picture. I didn’t look horrible, “I think it's nice.”

I pursed my lips as I thought deeply for a moment over if I should let this go or not. I grumbled as I decided, “Fine you can keep it but only because I look not horrible for once in it.”

He laughed then took another photo of the view in front of us, “You look not horrible in all the pictures I got of you at the library.”

“That would honestly surprised me. Considering I look bad in like all pictures. I'm pretty sure that's why Emma bribed me to apply for this too so there would be someone for sure with a worse picture than her.” He then looked at the photo and seemed unsatisfied with it. Great your very presence while he took it ruined his picture Gabby. Your powers have surpassed needing to even be in the photo.

“Your application had a nice picture.” He replied. I wonder if Ben gushed to him about the applications before we got here. Oh wow he probably read that I had a special skill for falling down and destroying things. I mean I didn’t know I was going to be picked. Over half of my application was a shit post I had scribbled in the car with Emma while hoping she didn’t kill us both.

“Maybe you looked slightly uncertain, but that was it.” He added.

“Lmao I was debating if I wanted a bagel or an omelette.” I then chuckled, “twas paid for.”

“Alright. You’re also O for original.”

“Um, it was my turn you're rude.” I then put a finger up to his lips to guarantee he wouldn’t take my turn again. “so T for talented and O for odd.”

He then put my hand down with my wrist and amped up to battle like this was the elementary school spelling bee. “S for sassy, E for enthusiastic.”

I scooted closer being sucked in by the intensity, “P for Passionate, H for honest, and uh-” I stammered as my brain with blank for E words, “-E for Eponymous.”

He opened his mouth to reply but then frowned, “Epo-what now?”

I chuckled evilly like. Hah. Hah. HAH. “I'm smarter than you. It means named after someone. I know because when my dad first told me I was named after Rosemary he called me eponymous.”

“Well then, M for maverick, A for athletic, R for Resilient, I for ingenuitive and E for... easygoing.” He said then got a smug look, “I win Gabriella Rose Marie.” This isn’t even supposed to be a contest but I can’t let him think he’s won anything.

“R for Red to finish Christopher then S is sassy, c is charismatic, H is handsome, R is realist, E is earnest, A is argumentative, V is veracious, and E is elegant. There I win now Wyatt Christopher Schreave. Full name done! Mic drop!”

He was shook for a moment but then snapped back into it, “You can't reuse my sassy! And your name is longer than mine!”

I counted on my fingers for a moment to double check his work, “Fine then I just need three more. Replace the S with S for Scary. Then I can use the junior, JR. J for Jazzy, R for rambunctious, and the P in the period(.) for prominent!” I said taking advantage of his junior status.

“REAL MATURE”

“HAHAH I WIN NOW LOSER!” I cheered before it suddenly started to sprinkle which put an end to my haughty victory and Wyatt’s fuming rage at losing like a sourpuss.

“Guess we have to go back inside.” He mumbled. I really liked the rain but it would probably be better we not risk illness. It’d be weird to explain when I was outside in the rain if I did get sick.

“Bye bye rain!” I cheered before trying to push myself back up from my seat on the ground swaying a bit at the dizzy world welcomed me back. Wyatt stood up first though and offered a hand to me. I took it gladly and leaned on him a bit.

I looked up at him for a moment, he was flustered, probably because I had my body leaning on him, “Oh yeah wyatt, I have a serious question.” I started.

He replied without looking down at me as he took us in, “What's that?”

“Do you think I could beat you in an arm wrestle? I mean i'm pretty strong. I did tennis and basketball. That helps. My legs are better than me-” hiccup, “-arms, but still.”

He laughed a bit, “I think my arms are stronger than yours.”

“I don't think so. Why would they be? Do you work out?” I asked. Or maybe idk Gabby, because you’re a 5’1 female so even if you work out as much as Wyatt you physically can’t be as strong as him because of body mass?

“We’re not there yet in our friendship Gabriella.” He joked but then raised an eyebrow, “Do I really look that lazy? I mean, I’m not the strongest guy out there but that’s just hurting my ego.” I felt a bit bad. He was probably joking and I mean I had a good reason for thinking I might be stronger than him, I’m a pretty freaking athletic person. I work out a lot. So it’s not like I was comparing him to say a bum.

“Sorry, your suits don't show off too much if there is any muscle and you just don't strike me as a gym type of person.” I said and plopped down on the bed. I was still holding onto his hand from earlier so I quickly grabbed the other and tried to pull him onto the bed to test it to see if I really were stronger than him since. I didn’t get too far though and only resulted in him bending forward a bit.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Well you weren't going to tell me so I thought, may as well just try.” I replied with my drunken logic. I let go of his hands and laid back down in the bed, “Worth a shot.” I sighed.

“I want more winnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” I complained as I rolled in his bed.

He grumbled something before he went to put his camera back, “You’re not drinking more.”

I quickly felt more and more drowsy and his bed smelled so nice so I grabbed his covers and decided to let myself go to sleep, “My bed now. Goodnight.”

THE NEXT MORNING

I shot up in bed in an unfamiliar room. I quickly looked around and saw Wyatt sleeping on a beanie bag and pictures. I much be in Wyatts room. I exhaled in relief. OH GOD I’M IN WYATTS ROOM! What if someone sees me? What if someone saw me come here? It had to be late last I remember I was watching twilight? OH GOD WHAT IF I TOLD HIM I LIKE HIM.

I quickly got up and crouched down next to Wyatt on the bean bag. I gently poked his arm, “Hey Wyatt?” I said softly. He didn’t wake so I knew I would need more dirastic measures. I leaned in close right next to his ear. “WYATT!!” I yelled then regretted right away as a sharp pain kicked me in the head. Hangover, “Oh-FUCK!” I yelled which just made me hurt more as Wyatt let out a yelp and fell out of the bean bag.

He was incredibly red in the face, why? Was it embarrassing to wake up? “What's wrong with you?” He asked me.

“You didn't wake up the first time! I had to try more drastic methods!” I yelled before I felt the hangover again and put a hand on my head. I then took a deep breath in, “I have no idea why I came her last night or I drank way too much so quick question….” I paused trying to think of a non obvious way to ask, “.....did I tell you anything like embarrassing like about a slip'n slide made of sauce, or the time I ate a lemon whole on accident? Also your maids will probably be in soon which is why i woke you and it'd look weird if they found you on a beanie.”

He stared up at me completely stunned, “slip’n—” He paused. “You don’t remember anything from last night?”

I thought for a moment and tried to remember, “Twilight. I was watching twilight. Now I'm here-” I shrugged, “-I really drank too much-- Stress from family stuff.”

“No doubt, no doubt. No embarrassing childhood stories were brought up, don’t worry.” He said and looked up at me quickly before looking away again. OH NO DID I DROOL? DO I HAVE DROOL ON MY FACE?

“Um, so,” He said and stood up quickly, “You better head back before it's too late.”

I chuckled, “Oh yeah, it'd be difficult to explain why I wasn't in my room or why I'm in here if either of our maids get there before us.” I then looked around for my flats from last night slipped them on then made my way to the door, “See you at breakfast. Good look controlling the foul air.” I said smiling contently proud that I had controlled my tongue while drunk last night. Maybe I wasn’t horrible at keeping secrets while drunk. I had avoided it because of that but maybe last night was proof that I have enough self control to drink like a normal adult. I then gave him a quick wave and headed back to my room.

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Chapter 5 writer: @mariequitecontrarie

PROMPT: TRUTH

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“Mr. and Mrs. Gold. And Gideon.” Surprise wrinkling his forehead, Mr. Dove stepped out of the doorway. He waved a meaty hand, ushering them through the open door, into the sparse, white living room of a modest home.

Gideon shifted and shook his head. It felt like they were in the center of the Doctor Strange movie, when the Sorcerer had used the time stone. They’d stepped in the front door, Mr. Dove had smiled and hugged him, and it had felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket. But now they were walking in the front door again? His head hurt and his throat felt scratchy. This wasn’t right.

“Is anything wrong, sir?” Dove asked Papa in a quiet voice. “Did I forget to water the hydrangea bushes?” Mr. Dove turned to Mum, his gaze lowered to the floor. “Mrs. Gold, I’m sorry, your father isn’t here and I’ve not seen him.”

What the …? Gideon stared at Mr. Dove in open-mouthed shock. Those were the most words he had ever heard him speak at once. Also he was confused. Why was he talking to Papa about watering plants? Didn’t Mr. Dove own a candy shop now? Just the other day, Papa had bought him a bag of his favorite red licorice whips and a half pound of chocolates for Mum. Or had it been caramels for Mum and sour worms for him? Suddenly he couldn’t remember. Thinking was making his head pound.

Mum took a deep breath, her shoulders shaking. She was nervous, Gideon realized, but she was going to be brave anyway, like the hero she’d named him after. His tummy jumped with expectation. He loved the idea of having more grandparents.

“Dove, I need to ask you a question,” Belle said, searching the other man’s eyes. “Are you my father?”

Gideon blinked. Mr. Dove ran a hand over his bald white scalp and for a moment the white continued down the front of his body, replacing Mr. Dove’s somber black suit with a stark white coat. Gideon rubbed his eyes and the white coat went away, the entire room turning reassuringly brighter in return.

Mr. Dove shook his head. “That’s not why you’re here.”

“It is,” Mum insisted, glancing at Papa. Papa took a step closer to her and put a reassuring arm around her shoulders, and she leaned into his embrace. “I need answers. We all do. Blue said…”

“The Blue Fairy? And you believed her? Fairies are liars, Mrs. Gold.” Mr. Dove’s eyes grew huge, black and beady, like the bird he was named after. He laughed shrilly, the high-pitched sound an unnatural contrast to his quiet, rumbling voice. “You of all people should recognize the truth of that. You’re a fairy, too,” he said, his dark, piercing eyes pinning Papa and then Gideon. “You’re all fairies!” he cried.

Mum bit her lip. “Please, Dove... who will teach me to fly?”

Frightened, Gideon backpedaled toward the door and covered his ears to block out the terrible shrieking sounds Mr. Dove was making. He clenched his eyes closed, wishing he was young enough to believe that if he couldn’t see them, he could be somewhere else—anywhere else. An image of a cage flashed into his mind and bile rose in his throat. Mr. Dove’s shrieks sounded like black rage, or gut-wrenching sobs, or maybe it was his mother crying? Gideon forced his eyes open. Papa stood as still as a statue with his head cocked, watching Mr. Dove taunt Mum and laugh in her face. Why wasn’t he throwing a fireball or casting a spell? Anything to stop those horrible noises!

Gideon pressed himself up against the wall and tried to think. If only he could remember one of the spells Papa was teaching him, he could end this. He jammed his forefingers into his temples and tried to concentrate, but nothing came out of his mouth but silent cries.

He was frozen; he couldn’t move, he couldn’t scream. He wanted to call out to his Papa, to beg for help, for Papa to make everything better like he always did but he couldn’t make a sound. The world swirled, the edges of the room turning fuzzy.

“Liars!” Dove screeched again.

Liars, liars, liars, liars....

xoxo

Gideon struggled against the darkness, desperate to open his eyes.

He couldn’t seem to wake up. His eyelids felt like they were glued shut with the thick, sticky lanolin Papa used in the shop for waterproofing. The pungent odor of antiseptic pinched his nostrils. At last he pried his eyes open, blinking up at a cracked white ceiling. “Is the asparagus burned?” he blurted. “Did I ruin dinner?”

Every muscle in his body complained and his breath rushed out in a whoosh. His lungs felt tight, like the day he’d fallen from the top of the bleachers at the park and had the wind knocked out of him.

“Asparagus?” Papa’s face swam into view. Dark circles wreathed his eyes; he looked like he needed a nap. “Son, that was two days ago.”

Black and grey whiskers covered the lower half of his father’s face and Gideon blinked again. “When did you grow a beard?”

An amused glint entered Papa’s eyes, banking the worry lodged there. He scratched at his hairy cheek. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Rip van Winkle. You gave us quite a scare.”

“What?” Gideon struggled onto his elbows, sending pillows careening to the floor as he tried to sit up. “Where’s Mr. Dove? I thought he would hug me and smile at me, but instead he was mean.”

“Lay back, Gideon,” said a familiar, no-nonsense voice. Mum. Her smile was strained but gentle as she leaned over him from the opposite side of the bed. She pressed a cool cloth to his forehead, the soft fabric soothing against his damp, prickly skin. “Don’t try to talk all at once.”

He glanced around the room noting the television mounted on the wall opposite the bed, instead of shelves lined with bookcases. Nope, this was definitely not his bedroom at home.

“Where are we?” he managed to ask.

“Storybrooke General Hospital,” Mum said, and he felt her slight weight dip the edge of the mattress as she sat on the corner and smoothed the blankets. “After we finished making dinner the other night, you ate three bites and went straight to bed. You were burning up during the night and Doctor Whale said we should bring you here. You’ve been asleep for almost two full days.”

“Let’s have Doctor Whale check you out, then how about some ice cream?” Papa asked with a smile.

xoxo

“Now, what’s all this about Mr. Dove?” Mum asked, after a nurse with Dalmatian puppies all over her shirt had checked his temperature, listened to his breathing, and examined his eyes.

While licking a cherry popsicle—his third—Gideon revealed the entire bizarre dream, from Papa and Mama proving they were his parents, to Grandma Colette losing her fairy wings, to confronting Blue, to the three of them showing up on Mr. Dove’s doorstep demanding to know if he was Mum’s father.

At the mention of fairy wings, Mum and Papa shared a glance and Gideon felt color rise in his cheeks. It sounded silly when he said it out loud, especially because he knew Papa and fairies didn’t mix. He hadn’t meant to have such a weird dream! He didn’t know why he had. The cloying sweetness of the popsicle was suddenly too much and his stomach roiled.

“Dove owned a candy store?” Papa mused, pacing up and down the foot of Gideon’s hospital bed. “Strange. I can’t picture him chatting up children and selling Pez dispensers and chocolate bars.”

“So none of it was real?” Crestfallen, Gideon looked between his parents, the unappetizing popsicle dripping down his hand. His heart hurt, a bit like when he was hungry and his tummy was empty. He felt like he’d lost something, like there was a hole inside him. The dream had been so vivid and he’d been convinced that he, Mum, and Papa were working together to solve a great mystery … and find more family. “Grandpa Moe really is your father?”

“Well, the part where Robin Mills was unable to keep her mouth shut and mind her own business happened,” Papa said wryly and crossed his arms. “Like mother like daughter. As for the rest of it? No. I’m sorry, son.”

Memories flooded back to Gideon. Robin calling him a bastard, and the other kids in his class laughing at him, calling him Giddy the Green Giant and saying Mum and Papa were long-lost dwarves. He remembered running home in a blind rage and locking the door against his parents and Papa trying to coax him downstairs with cookies. After that, everything was fuzzy.

Mum’s smile was full of understanding. “Mr. Dove is a kind man,” she said, whisking away the melting popsicle and offering him a sip of water. “When we don’t feel confident in who we are, it can be tempting to look elsewhere for answers. Maybe you imagined Mr. Dove was your grandfather because you know there’ve been difficulties between Grandpa Moe and Papa and me. Dove is someone Papa has worked with for years. He trusts him—we all do—but he’s definitely not my father.”

“Robin Mills.” Papa was still grumbling to himself and pacing the length of the room. “Who does she think she is, anyway? As if the circumstances of her peculiar birth and parentage are anything to take pride in?”

Mama’s brows drew together in a warning glance, and for once it wasn’t directed at him. “Rumple,” she said crisply, “that’s for Robin’s mother to discuss with her. It’s not our place, and two wrongs don’t make a right, do they?”

Even he knew Mum wasn’t looking for an answer to her question.

“Hmmph,” Papa said, leaning on his cane with a smirk.

Their lighthearted bickering comforted him and he giggled.

“There’s a welcome sound,” Papa said. He leaned over to ruffle his hair, and Gideon grinned.

“I do love Grandpa Moe. I don’t even mind when he makes me spread smelly mulch in the garden or make boring rose bouquets in the store,” Gideon said. “But he doesn’t like you, does he, Papa? It’s nothing he says or does,” he rushed to assure his parents. “I can just tell and it makes me sad. How can you care about someone and still not like their choices?”

“You have such a tender, loving heart, Gideon,” Papa said. “Like your mother.”

“Oh, Gideon. There are times I struggle with Grandpa Moe being my father,” Mum confessed. “He’s hurt me and he’s been unfair to your Papa. I’ve forgiven him for his mistakes, but forgetting is another matter. But if he ever does anything to hurt you, I want you to tell us right away, all right?”

Gideon twisted on the damp pillow. His neck felt sweaty. “It’s more than that,” he insisted. He knew his father’s parents, Malcolm and Fiona, were evil and he’d heard the stories of how Papa had done away with them for good. But Grandma Colette had died long before Papa and Mum had even met. He thought of the framed black and white photograph of her that Mama kept on her bedroom dresser. Sometimes he would go in his parents’ room and run his fingers over the silver frame and wonder what it would feel like to have a grandmother. The empty feeling inside came rushing back. Was it possible to miss someone you’d never met? “What about Grandma Colette? We never talk about her. Why?”

Mum ducked her head and bit her lip. “We should talk about this when you’re feeling better, Gideon.”

"Muuuuum," Gideon whined. “I hate when you guys keep secrets.”

Papa nudged her. “He is dreaming about it,” he said, “and dreams are of course manifestations of what is going on in the subconscious.”

“Yeah,” said Gideon, crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, there’s no such thing as being too sick to hear the truth.”

“I hate when you both are right,” Mum muttered, but she was smiling again as she said the words. Then her smile faded and her eyes brimmed with tears. “I suppose I don’t talk about my mother much because I don’t like to think about my grief or my failings. I’ve always blamed myself for her death in the Ogres War. For a while, I couldn’t even remember how she died. I’ve tried to recover my memories from that day, but sometimes looking for answers costs more than learning the truth is worth.”

“I’m not trying to make you sad,” Gideon pleaded. He hated when Mum cried. “I just want to know what she was like.”

Mum scooted backward on the bed and put her arm around him. He leaned against her, letting her take his weight, and sighed. Papa pulled a chair closer to his bed and sat down.

“Mother was a fine scholar,” Mum said. “Smart, confident, and bookish.” Mum tapped his nose with her index finger. “You remind me of her, you know. She always taught me to be brave, and I always tried to follow her example.”

He lifted his head from her shoulder. “Like Gideon in Her Handsome Hero?”

A tear rolled down Mum’s cheek. “Yes, it was the first book she ever read to me.”

“And you decided to name me Gideon?”

She laughed, a low wet sound, and smiled at Papa. “A few other things happened before that. I had to meet and marry Papa first.”

“It doesn’t matter what the circumstances of a person’s birth is, Gideon,” Papa said. “After my mother cut me off from my destiny, I had to learn this truth myself. And after hundreds of years—and a lot of help from your mother—I finally did. Parenting has little to do with our DNA or a piece of paper declaring our bloodline.”

“Listen to your father.” Mum nodded. “It doesn’t matter if someone grows up in the care of biological parents or adoptive ones. And as for Storybrooke, it doesn’t matter what Robin Mills or anyone else believes about our family. All that matters is the love we share and the family we create. That’s all the proof of parentage you need.”

“Yes, Mum,” he said, resigned. They were right, he knew. Mum and Papa loved him and he didn’t have to prove it to anyone.

“Cheer up, Giddy,” Mum said, “You’re going to be out of the hospital tomorrow morning. Her eyes began to dance with excitement. “We haven’t gone on any adventures in a while, have we Rumple?”

“No, you’re right, sweetheart. We haven’t.”

“Once Gideon is completely well, perhaps we should return to our travels and visit my homeland in the Enchanted Forest? Gideon could continue his studies with me and we could learn more about Grandma Colette and her life.”

Gideon’s heart leapt. He loved visiting new places and getting to see where his Mama grew up was like a dream come true. Papa’s brow furrowed and his Mum shrugged, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

“Belonging,” Mum said, as if that answered everything. His Papa nodded, the lines between his eyebrows smoothing, but now it was his turn to be confused. Mum squeezed his hand. “You’ve grown up in this realm but you’ve always known your Papa and I came from the Enchanted Forest. We’ve told you stories, but it’s not the same as seeing the place for yourself.”

“I think it’s a fine idea, Belle,” Papa said. “Gideon, what do you say to a new adventure?”

“Please!” Gideon blurted, his mind racing. “Will we get to ride horses? Henry says all knights ride horses.”

“So you want to be a knight, do you?” Mum teased.

Papa’s smile was indulgent. “I’m sure we can manage something. After you get some more rest.”

Gideon yawned and pouted in annoyance. He did not want to go to sleep again. His eyes were growing heavy but he’d only woken up a few minutes ago. It wasn’t fair! His tummy twisted. Now that he was wide awake, the dream seemed silly but those helpless feelings were still there. He didn’t want to feel that way ever again. He bit his lip and fixed his eyes on his parents—his heroes.

“Where’s Cal?” he asked, giving into the pull of sleep. Mama had given him Cal, his teddy bear, when he was born. Cal was short for Excalibur because it protected him when Papa wasn’t home. “Will you get him from my room? And stay with me while I sleep?”

“Of course.” Papa snapped his fingers and Cal appeared in a puff of red smoke, then Papa tucked the tattered little brown bear under the covers.

“Can I hear the story again?” Gideon asked, his eyelids drooping. “The one where you met.”

Mum pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Once upon a time, a beast took a girl prisoner…”

THE END

#mariequitecontrarie #rumbelle #group purple #finish this

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n3rdlif343va · 7 years ago

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happy birthday!!! word: butt character: yuuri katsuki

Oh geez anon, what have you done??? Ha ha ha here comes your 5+1, Five Times Victor admired Yuuri’s butt from a far and one time… he got a bit closer… lol (The whole thing is under the cut, just in case although not super NFSW, it is all about Yuuri’s butt ha ha)

Thank you so much for the birthday wishes and for prompting me in the Nerd Birthday Game!!!

It would have been completely inappropriate, despite everything that had already happened, for Victor to grab the luscious backside of the man currently grinding against him. They had danced and laughed, bodies pressed tight for the better part of the night, but Victor had managed to restrain himself, only slipping over the gentle beginning of the glorious curve on a handful of occasions. Now though, Yuuri was draped over him again, hips pressed together tighter than needed for a selfie.

“Viiiccctooorrr,” Yuuri slurred, lying his head on Victor’s shoulder as soon as the picture was successfully snapped, “you’ll be my coach, right? I beat everyone tonight!” Nuzzling closer, Yuuri wrapped his arms around Victor’s waist.

His whole body was on fire as Victor tried to make his hands behave. Yuuri was leaning into Victor’s side, the champagne tainted breath ghosting over Victor’s neck and slowly peeling away the layers of his resistance. When Yuuri shifted again, Victor’s hand moved under the loosened dress shirt making contact with the softest skin Victor had ever felt. The waistband of Yuuri’s briefs was tempting the tip of Victor’s pinky finger and in a moment of weakness, spurred by the happy hum of Yuuri against Victor’s adam’s apple, Victor let his hand begin to drop.

“I’m sorry about this Victor,” a deep voice behind them said, a hairy arm breaking the space between them to pull Yuuri away. Celestino hoisted his skater to his hip, and spoke the last of his apology only with his concerned eyes as he carried the staggering body of Yuuri Katsuki from the ballroom.

“Victor… Victor… Victor…” teased another voice, causing Victor to spin around and face Chris. “What are we going to do with you?” Smirking, Chris ruffled Victor’s hair and moved away, swaying his underwear clad hips with his pants slung over his shoulder.

It had been the best night of Victor’s life and he had failed to capitalize on it or even give Yuuri his phone number. Glancing down at his own phone, Victor sighed, grateful to at least have photographs to remember it all.

Especially the photograph of Yuuri, suspended on a pole with his arm extended toward Victor. The man had a beautiful everything, and Victor was determined to find him again.

Had Yuuri gotten even more irresistible in the months of his mystery absence from their joint sport? Pressing play on the YouTube video for a fifteenth time, Victor concluded that, yes, a slightly heavier Yuuri Katsuki was definitely doing things to him. The soft appearance of Yuuri’s cheeks made Victor want to trace the hidden cheekbones with his finger tips. The squishy roll of Yuuri’s tummy, exposed every time his t-shirt lifted with the force of a turn, made Victor want to cuddle against it for a long nap.

But his butt. Oh that beautiful plump butt was messing with Victor’s mind in a real way. It flexed and moved under Yuuri’s trainers demonstrating the still existing strength in the muscles while also looking so gloriously round and ready to be squeezed.

Victor threw his phone. It landed with a soft thud on the other side of the couch as he stared down at Makkachin. “Any interest in going to Japan?” he asked out loud, waiting for the bark of confirmation. When it came, with a tail wag and a silly flop of Makka’s tongue, Victor was already decided. Retrieving his phone from its landing place, he promised himself only five more viewings of the video. Then he would book his one way ticket to the rest of his life.

Victor bribed Mari to borrow her bike. After three days of running with Yuuri to the ice rink, Victor knew that he had to find away to be faster than Yuuri Katsuki.

He had run into four railings, fallen down two (thankfully small) flights of stairs, and in one really horrible turn of events run directly into the ocean. Yuuri running in front of him was bad news.

Because Yuuri wasn’t quite in shape yet, so there was this hint of jiggle still bouncing with every jogging step and Victor was memorized like a cat following the always out of reach red dot. The butt was perfectly round and only a few feet in front of his hands every time they set out together. Once he had reached for it, his self-restraint pathetically snapping like a tired rubber band as his mind became a Yuuri-centric mush of lust. At the last second he had gained sense, throwing himself into the ocean to drown his embarrassment in a wave of water.

He had two choices… somehow convince Yuuri to run in a giant plastic bubble or find a way to finally touch the sacred butt.

You have to be kidding me, Victor’s mind screamed in anguish as Yuuri stood under the water shower completely nude with the intent of sinking into the onsen afterwards. The droplets ran down Yuuri’s back, slipping like teasing beads over the perfectly shaped derriere that was haunting Victor’s dreams. The muscles flexed and Victor could almost hum a rhythm to the rise and fall of his favorite pair of cheeks. When Yuuri turned to face him, stepping toward the edge of the water, Victor wondered briefly how unsafe it would be to dunk his head into the boiling water.

Then Yuuri decided to stretch and Victor decided that this was the way he was going to die. Accidentally drowning in the onsen while trying to drive the aching need to hold Yuuri’s backside out of his brain. Grabbing a towel, Victor leaned back and covered his eyes, praying for death to take him.

“You alright?” Yuuri asked sliding in next to Victor, misjudging the space between them and partially sitting on Victor’s lap for an awkward millisecond. “Opps! I’m sorry!” scrambling to the other side of the water, Yuuri looked anywhere but Victor.

Under his towel mask, Victor was restraining his need to scream. For a brief moment, that glorious god-made ass had touched his skin and his brain was screeching in high-pitched incoherent Russian about the occurrence. “No harm, no foul!” Victor chirped from under his hiding place, lying through his teeth, because his self-control and sanity had both been harmed and fouled.

“Victor?”

The call from the bathroom was sweetly hesitant and Victor pushed from the bed to move toward the door. “Everything okay, Yuuuri?” Leaning against the wall, Victor waited patiently for the answer.

“I can’t get the zipper up on my own. Would you…” Yuuri paused and Victor lifted an eyebrow toward the still closed bathroom door. When it opened, Victor’s heart dropped out of his body. “Could you zipper it?” Turning around, Yuuri stood in the black costume from Victor’s youth, the tantalizing back zipper laying against the slope of Yuuri’s number one feature.

He had been doing so well, Victor thought regrettably as he pushed from the wall. He hadn’t injured himself due to distracted staring in at least forty eight hours and he had managed not to become dehydrated from drooling in at least a week. Slowly he was building an immunity to Yuuri Katsuki’s butt, and he was quite proud of his own perseverance.

Moving behind Yuuri to reach for the zipper, Victor felt all of his progress disappear in an onslaught of indecent thoughts. The fabric separated right at the curve of Yuuri’s back, the resting place of the hidden zipper giving Victor no choice but to graze his fingers against the holy grail of skaters’ asses. When his skin touched the black fabric, pulled taut over the magnificent mound of holy flesh, Victor sucked his breath in through his teeth. Forcing himself to concentrate, he painstakingly slid the zipper up to close the back of Yuuri’s costume.

Then Yuuri, as the wickedly naive human who he was, decided to bend forward. “Well, I can move in it, so it isn’t too tight,” he stated casually, folding himself in half to grab his own toes. “And it looks alright doesn’t it?”

Staring directly at the perfectly presented ass lined directly in front of Victor’s growing hardness, he whispered, “it’s perfect, never take it off. EVER.”

That night, Victor showered in cold water until his teeth chattered hard enough to give himself a headache.

Plus 1

“Victor?”

There was never a time when the sound of his name coming from Yuuri’s mouth, wouldn’t make Victor’s entire world feel like it was being lit on fire. It didn’t matter if the sound was commanding or irritated like it sometimes was in practice or if it was soft and timid the way it was now; Victor simply loved hearing Yuuri say his name.

Toweling his hair dry, Victor stepped from the bathroom to discover Yuuri nestled in Victor’s bed. “What’s this?” he asked, the hope circling his mind, heart, and groin in fascinating spirals. They had officially been a couple for a little over a week, but Yuuri still escaped to his bed every night, leaving Victor to his daydreams of something more.

“Can I stay here tonight?” There was a nervous tilt to Yuuri’s voice as he anxiously surveyed Victor’s face. “I am… I don’t know… because we leave tomorrow…” Yuuri’s thoughts trailed off as he chewed on his bottom lip.

Dropping his towel on a chair, Victor walked carefully over to the bed. Calmly, he pulled back the sheets and let himself slide in next to his boyfriend. It was warm and welcoming, and Victor felt himself melt as Yuuri curled, cheek down on Victor’s chest. “Nervous?” Victor let his fingertips trace the line of Yuuri’s spine, stuttering to a halt at the waistband of Yuuri’s sleep pants.

“I guess…” The whisper tickled Victor’s skin as Yuuri spoke. “You know…” nervous brown eyes peered up at Victor, “you can touch it.”

“What?” Victor exhaled, pressing his palm flat against the small of Yuuri’s back. It had to be a dream or a massive jump to conclusions for Yuuri to actually be talking about the part Victor wanted to hold the most. He had wanted to get his hands on the butt for months, and his brain was short-circuiting with the possibility of it actually happening.

“I see you staring at it sometimes.” Yuuri was blushing, but he was still holding Victor’s gaze. “I don’t mind if you want to-”

Not letting his boyfriend finish the sentence, Victor shifted Yuuri on top of him and slid both hands down the back of Yuuri’s cotton pants. Fingers squeezing the toned cheeks, Victor was convinced Yuuri’s ass was meant to be his erotic stress ball. Kneading into the perfect muscle, Victor hummed happily while Yuuri embarrassingly chuckled against his neck.

And from that day forward, Victor happily grabbed Yuuri’s butt with cocky exhilaration that he was the only one allowed to do so.

#fyeahyoi #victuuriwriters #victuuri #yoi #yuri on ice #nerd birthday

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panbaobi · 5 years ago

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W011: Memory - The True Key to Real Imagining

I am on a beach. I don’t know where – Southwold perhaps. I am very small and wearing a blue ruched swimming costume, which scratches the tops of my legs and fills with bubbles of water when I go in the sea. But I’m not in the sea. I’m sitting on a big striped towel, shivering. My dad is sitting beside me and I’m thinking how hairy his legs are, like gorilla’s legs. Then I notice something: a hollow in the soft bulge of his calf, big enough to cup an egg in, not hairy like the rest but dull pinkish, fuzzy like newborn mouse skin. I want to put my finger inside and feel but I don’t. Somehow I know I can’t do that and I must not mention it. Then Dad gets up and hobbles down the shingle towards the sea. He breaks into a run when he gets to the flat bit before the sea begins. He plunges in and swims out and out and out. My mum is reading and my sister shovelling pebbles into a bucket. No one but me has noticed how his head gets smaller and smaller the further out he swims, until at last I can’t see him between the waves. He has gone. But I don’t shout or scream. I turn over and lie on my tummy on the towel, feeling my heart thudding against the lumpy pebbles. I have seen my daddy drown but I don’t say a word. I lie there with the sea or my heart roaring in my ears. I lie paralysed by fear and guilt for what seems hours until I hear the crunch of footsteps and feel the sprinkle of cold drops on my skin. Daddy is back and is standing above me waiting for me to get off the towel. He is fine, invigorated and oblivious to my terror, rubbing himself dry, slurping tea from the thermos.

That experience encapsulates for me a key moment of growing up: the sudden realization of my dad’s vulnerability and his mortality – and by extension that of everyone including myself. An apparently insignificant moment when the bottom fell out of my safe child’s world. It wasn’t until my father died, about twenty years later, that the seaside moment came back to me.

Much of what I write feels as if it is made up – but that really means that it is memory refracted through imagination, often unconsciously, into something new.

For instance, my mild dislike of confined spaces was transformed into a potholing disaster in Limestone and Clay. And the queasy embarrassment I felt as a child at an accidental glimpse of my father’s genitals (again on the beach!) dramatized into Jennifer’s mortification at the spectacle of her naked grandparents in Digging to Australia. This latter was quite unconscious, indeed I didn’t realize where it had stemmed from until years later.

Every impression ever made on a person from newborn babyhood onwards will contribute to the shape and texture of the imagination.

These all affect the deep patterning of expectation, the rhythm of a unique world view. This affects the deep structure, the rhythm that becomes apparent within a piece of writing. This is why with many writers similar tropes recur, similar themes are visited and revisited. Whatever the actual consciously chosen subject – from true romance to sci-fi fantasy – that pattern or rhythm is very likely to recur.

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✍ Try this: close your eyes and remember a pair of shoes or boots that you wore as a child. Maybe some pink satin ballet shoes with scuffed toes; maybe the Wellington boots inside which your socks always went to sleep; or the pinching toes of your best party shoes. It doesn’t matter, just take some time to picture them, then jot down everything you remember about the look, the feel, the smell of them. Now remember an occasion on which you wore them. Where were you going? What did you feel like? Maybe you were dawdling along behind your mum cracking icy puddles with your heel; maybe you were scared or bored or excited; maybe you were running a race in your brand-new rubbery smelling plimsolls. Write the memory and if the memory runs out, start making up. That is fiction.

Source: The Creative Writing Coursebook: Forty Authors Share Advice and Exercises for Fiction and Poetry (Julia Bell, Paul Magrs)

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magmawrites · 7 years ago

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I Like You Just the WEIGH You Are

The Times They Remembered Pidge Was a Girl

One-Shot 6: I Like You Just the WEIGH You Are

Even defenders of the universe have insecurities - Hunk

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"Hunk, it's fine," Pidge said, trailing after the yellow Paladin as they marched through the castleship.

"It's not. We almost—because of me—"

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"Pidge, I got stuck."

"So? It was a pretty narrow vent-"

"It's not even the first time I got stuck. Remember when we were all separated? Lance and I crash landed in some water covered planet. Lance had to do things alone because the mermaids saving us couldn't pull me through the hole. And then I tried to kill him!" Hunk rambled quickly. "And when Keith and I had to go into the weblum I got stuck in part of the circulatory system. Now that was just temporary but still the fact is-"

"Wha- What…? Hunk!" Pidge exclaimed. "Focus! You lost me."

Hunk stopped and exhaled slowly, turning to face the youngest Paladin, guilt on his face. "You almost didn't escape because I was stuck."

"Hunk…"

"You should have went first. You should have left me."

"…I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."

"It's true."

"Hunk, how can you say that?" Pidge said, placing her hand gently on his arm. "Do you honestly think I'd leave you?"

Hunk closed his eyes briefly but Pidge could feel him tremble. He pulled his arm away. "You should have."

Pidge collapsed onto her back, the hard floor of the lab strangely soothing as the cold seeped through her shirt. She rubbed her tired eyes and stared up at the ceiling remembering the time she was stuck with Hunk in zero G. She laughed softly to herself. Sure, the Castle of Lions was basically trying to kill them at the time but she remembered it fondly.

She snorted. Hunk didn't want to kick her because she was his friend. He looked surprised that she would even suggest a thing.

Pidge rolled to her side, resting her head on her arm as she picked at some grit on the floor thinking.

Today was tough for all of the Paladin's. They found a small Galra delivery base and decided to take it down. A small step in defeating the large empire but it was something. It wasn't too difficult but things got hairy near the end.

Pidge huffed, sitting back up and folding her legs. What time was it? She glanced at her laptop screen. Late. Of course. She didn't mean to stay up all the time it just happened. But right now she wasn't thinking of herself. A few more tics and Hunk should probably be up for a late night snack. She'd meet him in the kitchen for occasional late night talks while she refilled on something caffeinated (they weren't able to scrounge up Earth coffee but found something that came close) while he made something to soothe his rumbling tummy.

Pidge got up, wiping dust off her shorts as she made her way back up to the kitchen. The halls were long and it was always eerily quite. Her mind wandered to familiar thoughts. The Castle of Lions certainly wasn't built for just seven people in mind. There were several kitchens spaced throughout its halls and floors, many different communal bathrooms, and even more bedrooms. The place should be bustling with people and yet…

Not everything goes as planned.

Pidge had yet to explore every nook and cranny of the castle. It was too big. As she neared the shared kitchen closest to the Paladin's sleeping quarters she tried to listen for Hunk's familiar humming or the sound of clattering dishes and utensils.

Silence.

Just like the desolate halls.

Pidge walked inside, the automatic lights turning on. Spotless. Untouched.

"Hunk…" Pidge whispered to herself.

He should be here. He should be here testing out strange ingredients with labels he couldn't read, trying to mimic Earth recipes. He had told her baking cleared his head and now would be the prime time to de-stress. And he wasn't even here.

Pidge waited.

And waited.

She waited long enough that she nodded off, falling asleep right at the counter. The light sensors turned off and she was left in the dark.

Alone.

The castleship suddenly felt too large.

But perhaps that wasn't the right word to use right now.

"AHHHHH!"

Pidge woke up with a shout, swinging her mug around to hit whoever was trying to attack her. "Wha-what-" she spluttered, blinking as her glasses sat askew on her face.

"What are you doing sleeping here in the dark?"

Pidge blinked as the world came into focus. Coran stood clad in a robe at the kitchen entrance, hands on his hips.

Pidge groaned and sat down, exhausted. "What do you mean? I don't know about you Alteans, but humans like to sleep in the dark."

Coran moved closed, wagging his finger to chastise the girl. "You know what I meant, Number Five. It's bad for you to sleep like this!" Pidge half listened to the older man, briefly thinking of her father. She yawned as Coran continued with his lecture. "Think of your back. You should go sleep in your room."

"I was just waiting for…" she paused. "What time is it anyway?"

"Very late."

"What are you doing up?"

Coran straightened, pulling at his mustache. "I got hungry. I think Hunk noticed I get hungry at strange times…I've yet to train the mice to make me sandwiches on command…" Coran trailed off, as if thinking of new methods to get the space mice to obey his instructions. "Anyway, he always seems to leave something interesting to eat. So here I am."

"So here you are," Pidge said slowly, looking around. "Well, he wasn't here today."

Coran sighed, disappointed. "Pity." The older man seemed to change resolve quickly. "It's my chance to return the favor! I'll leave him a dish!"

Pidge smiled. "That's nice."

"You know what else is nice?" Coran asked, leaning down so they were nose to nose. "Sleep!" he exclaimed, straightening his back and gesturing towards the door. "Now come on Number Five, off to bed."

Pidge grumbled under her breath but did as she was told. She slouched and dragged her feet as she walked back to her room, passing some of the other bedroom doors.

She slowed as she approached Hunk's.

Hunk was a deep sleeper. Pidge swore his snores could shake the ship. But at least that meant he was sleeping soundly.

She paused for a moment outside his room.

Silence.

And that screamed louder than any snoring would.

Pidge didn't know what to do.

Hunk, though one of the more sensitive ones of the group, was the teams emotional crutch. He was their rock. And right now he was crumbling.

Pidge sighed. She felt tainted. Dirty.

Going to go wash off this guilt.

She didn't know why she felt guilty. There was nothing to feel guilty about but the thought of her Garrison friend upset…

Pidge sulked all the way to the bathroom. She debated going down to one of the ones further away, which normally gave her some more privacy, but right now the familiarity of the common bathroom would probably soothe her nerves. By some unspoken rule each of the Paladins had claimed a sink and shower. Lance's countertop area was home to his facemask and different beauty products. Shiro kept a neat little razor and Keith had a comb. Hunk kept a neat little array of his headbands, which Pidge noticed one day because she realized he did own different colors, but seemed to favor his signature yellow.

The bathroom door slid open and Pidge walked towards the hanging towels, reaching for her green one when she felt a prickling at the back of her neck.

Pidge whipped around, heart beating in her chest, before she realized it was just her friend.

"Hunk, what're you doing?" Pidge asked, watching the yellow Paladin stand at his sink, staring intently at the mirror.

Hunk seemed surprised to see her there, turning to look at her briefly. "Oh, hey Pidge. Sorry, I'll get out of your way if you want to shower."

The showers were off beyond a small curtained area so him being here was no issue at all and he knew that.

"That's alright," she said, walking closer to him, her towel draped across one arm. "What're you doing?" she tried again.

Hunk shrugged, leaning both arms against the counter as he stared intently at his face.

"Do you have a pimple or something?" Pidge asked, oh so sensitively. "I'm sure Lance wouldn't mind if you used his face wash."

Hunk shook his head. "No, no. Nothing like that." He slapped his cheeks a couple times, leaning in closer to the sink. "Look at that."

Pidge approached him carefully, leaning with him against the counter. "Look at what?"

Hunk poked his cheek once more. "That jiggle."

Pidge huffed, exasperated. "Hunk."

"Sorry, Pidge," he said quickly, moving away.

She quickly grasped her arm, shaking her head. "No. You don't have to be sorry. You can say whatever you want. That's not-" She huffed, not sure how to say what she wanted to say. She wanted to comfort him. She wanted him to know he could talk to her freely. She just couldn't. "Just- just wait here. I'll be back. Give me a few minutes."

Pidge tossed her towel onto the counter and Hunk watched her run out of the room before turning back to the mirror, placing his hands on his hips. He turned to the side, staring at himself longer before letting out a defeated sigh.

Pidge came back a few moments later-

"Wow!" Hunk looked at her, surprised. "Pidge, you look so-"

"Don't say it," she cut him off, stopping beside him.

"But-"

She glared at him and he chuckled nervously. They stood together for a moment in silence. Hunk, his large, hulking height a great contrast beside her short, petite self.

"Where'd you get it?" Hunk asked.

"It's Allura's," Pidge explained, tugging at the end of her dress. It was a simple, dark green, lace dress that clung to the top half of her body, sheer near her collarbones, and openly flowed mid thigh. "She said she wore this as a child," Pidge snorted. "It was too short on her. I'm probably triple that age and it fits me."

"Is that a bad thing?" Hunk asked.

"Mm, yes and no."

"Well, I think you look beautiful," Hunk said, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm a rectangle," she went on. "I saw this online but I think it fits," she explained before going on. "Turn me sideways and I disappear. Stick out my tongue and I'll look like a zipper."

"That's not true!" Hunk defended. "You're awesome!"

"I'm flat as a board," she continued, ignoring his attempts at reassuring her that her flaws were not flaws. She pressed her hand against her chest. "Okay, not exactly a board but-"

"I wish I could give some of my curves to you," Hunk said.

Pidge laughed softly. "What a kind gesture, Hunk. Thank you."

He was their emotional support. She couldn't find the right words to say but she knew he sure could.

"How come you don't wear dresses more often?"

Pidge snorted. "A dress wouldn't exactly be easy to take care of as a Paladin. And I like wearing pants and stuff but I guess sometimes it would be nice to feel attractive."

"I never want to hear you talking about yourself like that," the larger Paladin continued. "You are amazing-"

"So are you."

"You kick ass-

"You kick ass."

"You're super smart-"

"And you're loved, I never want you to forget that."

"I don't want you to forget it either."

Hunk looked down at her as a few ticks passed. "I see what you did there."

Pidge laughed. "I'm trying, okay?"

Hunk leaned down and pulled her into a hug. She accepted it readily, wrapping her arms around him. "Thank you, Pidge."

"Thank you, Hunk."

Lance walked in on them while they were bonding.

"Wow, Pidge, you're wearing a dress!"

"Go away, Lance," Pidge said, her voice muffled against Hunk's yellow shirt.

It was silent for a little while until she felt thin arms envelop her. She opened an eye and saw Lance embracing them both.

"I don't know what's going on here but I want in," he mumbled, squeezing tight.

Hunk snorted.

"Garrison trio, reunited!" Lance exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the bathroom.

Pidge didn't feel dirty anymore.

Authors Note:

Because I felt we could have used more Hunk and Pidge in S3.

Dress Inspiration x

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