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joelmillerthirstqz · 4 years ago

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You asked for more prompts so here I am! 49 - Chair Sex. Joel + any female. They try chair sex once, then find other types of chairs and go wild. There's a list of chairs wiki, pick whatever ones sound most fun/kink. In case Joel being ridden gets old (ha!) feel free to mix in other creative positions. Or add in a new kink with each chair! 2 or 3 different chairs is plenty or do more if you want. I'll leave chair/kink combos up to you unless you want me to pick.

ilu buddy, if you have preferences, hmu!

That said, I did write a chapter that isn’t really super bound to plot for Like Real People Do where Molly is just trying to integrate their record collection and ties Joel to a chair to get him to stop pawing at her for two seconds. Because I love that you prompted me, here it is! Not posting on AO3 until it threads into their story chronologically.

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“Joel,” Molly mumbles, pulling the record from its sheath to confirm its in the correct place and nodding before adding it to the shelf.

Joel followed her down to the floor after she’d shooed him up onto the couch for unsettling her piles. Molly had undertaken the delicate work of integrating their pilfered record collections (50, his; 49, hers; 5, a mutual pile broken in the attempt to bring them home from the music shop outside of town) when the rain made clear they wouldn’t be going anywhere for the day. Her objection to his proximity came at his tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, a reliable precursor to him becoming more distracting.

“Joel,” Molly protests as his knees cage her hips from behind, mouth dropping to her bare shoulder, index finger tugging a knitted cardigan off of it.

“Do we know different alphabets?” he criticizes, pointing to the next record she’s picked up. His mouth slips to her clavicle, hand snaking around her middle.

“Joel!” Molly turns, eyes flashing. Joel shifts to sit on his heels, raising his hands in surrender.

Molly bites her bottom lip and considers him, rising smoothly and moving to the door to retrieve the rope hanging there. She returns with a kitchen chair loudly dragged behind her, wooden feet scraping the floor.

“You can’t keep your fucking hands to yourself, so you’re going to be good while I finish it,” Molly gestures to the chair. Joel looks up with raised eyebrows and smug interest, shrugging and complying with a tilt of challenge to the set of his jaw. Molly hisses into Joel’s ear, doing her best to secure his arms behind the kitchen chair from above him, even as he tries to nip at her neck when it comes near enough. He holds his arms in position for her to bind them, though, so she cinches the rope tight and hovers close to his face.

“Unnecessary, you were doin’ just fine,” Joel’s close enough to breathe against her mouth for her to hear him.

“I am on ‘C’, Joel,” Molly protests, flopping with her back against the couch to sort her crate among the piles of Joel’s records awaiting their new companions on the floor.

Joel’s leg starts to shake immediately, his eyes restlessly calculating. His hands can’t help but clench to test her knot-tying, broad knuckles making the fabric rasp as he moves.

Molly’s eyes shoot up to watch him between two records she’s comparing to one another, narrowing at the sound.

He tries to look innocent for half a second before letting his legs fall open. Molly flicks a glance to his capable thighs, annoyed that he’s realized what makes her miss a beat.

She moves a complete pile to the bookcase, gently setting a bookend to hold them while she finishes the rest of the shelf. Pausing to shrug her sweater off, she doesn’t look up when she hears the chair creak with impatience.

“How about, if I’m good until ‘M’ I can come help again?” Joel proposes.

Molly looks at him over the top of a record once she’s seated again.

“You’ve been terrible from ‘A’ to—” she glances down, “‘H’,” Molly says, fixing him with a haughty, pitying look. “Rough track record.”

“I’d show you my hands if you hadn’t tied ‘em,” he complains.

Molly smiles and resumes her task, stacking records one at a time after careful verification of the sleeves’ contents.

Joel’s leg starts to bounce once again, impatience not disguising the way his eyes rake over her.

Joel spots the cover of the next record.

“That counts as an ‘M’,” he supplies.

“And we had no such deal, Joel Miller,” Molly says without looking up at him, the tap of another record hitting a stack resounding.

“Molly—” Joel sounds strained, quiet.

Molly looks up at him critically. She rises silently and unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down and off. Her shirt follows, and she settles back against the couch in her underwear, largely ignoring him. Rising to put everything up to ‘R’ on the shelf, she takes her time watching him crane towards her in profile.

Settling primly onto the couch and selecting the next of their dwindling disparate stack, she looks up at him from under her lashes.

Joel watches her singularly, nostrils flaring as his jaw tenses.

Molly flips up two records as if to ask him to opine on their order, smirking and setting one aside when his eyes don’t leave hers. Stepping over him without sitting down, she scrapes his chin with blunt nails, Joel going easily to her touch, trying to get close enough to her abdomen to catch her off-guard.

She finishes stepping over him to cross the room for the record player, Joel lurching forwards to try to catch her off balance as she goes. He takes in the slope of her back and long legs and thinks his mouth may actually water, agonizingly hard as she carefully sets the needle.

Later, Joel would swear he’d recognized what she’d put on, but all the drifting sound does is intensify her form returning to him.

Joel bites at her, barely out of range as she settles back over his lap, closer to his knees than his hips. Molly tilts her forehead close to his, looking at him before brushing her lips against his.

Smiling down at him, flicking his top shirt button open, Molly slips the first knuckle of her finger into his mouth, fascinated by how pretty it is below his beard, inflected with scars from busted lips over the years.

Joel bites her index finger and there’s a sharp crack as he twists out of the rope holding him.

“Fuck!” She protests, Joel tugging her against his lap forcefully, tongue in her mouth without prelude (though she’s prepared to accept).

He rises with one of her thighs in each of his hands, adrenalin narrowly tempered by remembering to turn his palm up to catch her head as he pins her under him on the floor.

Molly’s more smile than surprise, biting her tongue when he tears her underwear, other hand getting through his belt, button, and zipper in a second, maybe two.

Joel penetrates her quickly, which would have been a stupider idea if she’d liked watching him puzzle his way through being out of control less.

She grunts as he frames her face with his hands, heedless of trapping her hair under his hands.

“Not—done—” Molly manages to complain, flailing a wrist towards the records, one of Joel’s hands pressing directly down onto her thigh, spreading her open beneath him.

“Yeah? Got too close,” he stumbles, focused on finding the right angle to take her apart.

Molly bites his earlobe when she has the chance, nails leaving neat punctures on his shoulders in her wake. Joel snaps his hips in kind, shrugging at the pinprick sensation.

He collects her wrists in each of his hands, spinning her to her stomach and entering her again, rough enough for her to sigh with the impact. Joel slows for a scarce moment before she shoves her hips back against him, earning a swift reply. Her shoulders ache wrenched behind her, but she melts with his teeth grazing her jaw, shallow thrusts angled where she needs.

“I should come and leave you right here for that,” Joel murmurs against her ear, lost in how they move together, a stuttering but coordinated rhythm building sweat on both of them.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t,” Molly breathes, catching his free wrist and moving his hand to her core. She bites his lower lip harder than she needs to while he takes up stroking her clit like he’d known the pattern his whole life. Her whole life.

Joel releases her hands to capture her jaw in his palm, kissing her seriously, past the bounds of necessary with his cock hilted into her.

Molly’s eyebrows draw together and she whimpers, twitching around him without reservation. Joel smiles against her mouth and presses his tongue deeper when she smacks him softly, riding her orgasm through.

He spans his hand between her shoulder blades, snapping his hips with commanding calm, firm and rapid. Molly basks in the deep resonance of his thrusts, scrabbling at the carpet as he stretches her from a new angle.

Molly grins as her suspicions are confirmed and he comes far sooner than usual, clearly spurred by light denial. Joel makes this tame, consumed noise that has her reaching back for him, needing him closer even as he falls to his elbows over her, gasping. When his breath changes, Molly wriggles onto her back, tugging him close and admiring the way their hearts meet below rapidly expanding ribcages.

“You’re helping me with the rest,” Molly whispers into his hair.

“Mhm,” Joel acknowledges, stroking her sides.

#tlou fic #asks #molly x joel #the last of us #the last of us 2 #the last of us ii #joel miller #joel #tlou ii #tlou 2 #joelsbeard

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szanne7000 · 5 years ago

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @miljamaison. Thank you for thinking about me and wanting to get to know me better 💕

Rules:

Answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

Nickname:

Um... I don’t have one. My Bestie calls me, “extra.” Does that count? 🤣

Zodiac:

Aries (yes, indeedy! lol) 🐏♈

Height:

5′ 8″ says my Drivers License (well, I have shrunk some, so 5′ 7 1/4″ in reality)

Last thing you searched

“Voter Registration Search” (verifying I’m registered correctly - I am 🙃)

Favorite musicians:

Led Zeppelin, Imagine Dragons, Wyclef Jean, DMX, Black Eyed Peas, Prince, Fleetwood Mac, Keiko Matsui, R. Carlos Nakai, Tanya Stephens, Lady Gaga, Adelle, Karunesh, Childish Gambino - there are so many, many more; I love music!

If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future?

Oh, the future, absolutely. I’m a sci-fi fan in a big way and have great hope that humanity will figure things out. I want to experience it 💕

Do you get asks?

Not really - I think I’ve had one or two. I’m open to them, though 🤗

Following:

A massive amount of The Sims 4 sites (I love seeing what everyone does)

Space

Science

Interior Design

Architecture

Photography/Art

Comedy from everywhere

~~~I am at the max of 5,000 Tumblrs and keep having to look through them all to see who hasn’t posted in over a year (or more) so I can follow new sites.

I wish Tumblr wouldn’t cap the number of people we can follow, don’t you?~~~

Would you rather be rich or famous?

Rich - that way I could start a foundation to lift people up. Oh, and I won’t lie, I’d have a personal chef so I would eat properly 🤭

Amount of sleep?

What I get? 3 to 7 hours. It varies, depending.

What I need? 6 to 7 hours. This works.

What I would like? 10 to 12 hours, lol!

What’re you wearing?

Loungewear, also known as a nightgown, heheheheh. I don’t sleep in them, I just wear them around the house 🤣 Oh, and bare feet. 👣

Dream job:

None - I’m medically retired and simply enjoy my hobbies - building in TS4, reading, and raising my gigantic English Mastiff puppy 🐾🐾🐾

~~~ask me for a picture of Jasmine if you’d like to see her~~~

Dream trip:

A worldwide cruise that takes its time (with exceptional internet) 🛳️🌎🌍🌏

If you were an animal, what would you be?

An Elephant - they live very long lives and remember everything 🐘

What are some of your favorite—

Books:

The Honor Harrington series by David Weber

Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

The Clan of the Cave Bear series by Jean Auel

The Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey

Friday by Robert Heinlein

~~~pretty much anything sci-fi with a strong, female protagonist~~~

Films:

Armageddon

Deep Impact

The Day After Tomorrow

The Die Hard series

The Lethal Weapon series

Wonder Woman!!!

~~~basically apocalyptic and “blow ‘em up/shoot ‘em up” movies~~~

Shows:

Law & Order: SVU

Madame Secretary

Star Trek (all of the various series)

Grey’s Anatomy

Real Time with Bill Maher

The Late Show with Stephen Colbert

Late Night with Seth Meyers

Last Week Tonight with John Oliver

Full Frontal with Samantha Bee

~~~yeah, I’m weird but that’s okay~~~

Games:

The Sims 4

Bejeweled (all of them, lol)

Super Bounce Out

Mahjong

Gin

Whist

Uno

Dominoes aka Bones

Instruments you play:

I can play an Autoharp with the chords written out (not musical notes)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autoharp

Languages:

English, I can semi make my way through written French and I can speak a teensy bit of Spanish. I am not fluent in anything but English, although I do speak doggie and kitty quite well. 🐕‍🦺🐈😽🐶

Describe yourself as an aesthetic:

Completely and Totally Eclectic 🥰

Caveat:

If this isn’t your thing, no worries. If I haven’t tagged you (well, with 5k people I follow, there really is no way when the rules say 21) and you would like to do this, please do!

Here are my 21 tagged people I’d like to get to know more about:

~~~well, truthfully, I know some of you; I just want to know everything you care to share~~~ 💕🤗💕

~~~in no particular order~~~

@allisas @bakiegaming @xelennsimblr @m-o-d--e-r-n @simplistic-sims4 @ilonastuffforsims4 @pixelheaux @siminimonster @mimoto-sims @tinywardens @illogicalsims @peacemaker-ic @tatschu @ethericall @sg5150 @twistedmexi @coffinfitsims @aggressivekitty @sanoysims @onyxsims

...and an extra-special tag for my Bestie, @legendarybarbarianllama

#non sims #tag game #fun stuff

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tomakeitbeautifultolive · 6 years ago

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Hi, I love your N+A=D theory and find it very convincing but I have one big reservation/question? Why? Not in a narrative arc but why would the Daynes give their daughter (and Hieress?) away to an uncertain life as an exile, in danger of assination?

I’ll combine it with this anon: “If you believe N + A = D to possibly be true, why do you believe Ned ended up raising Lyanna’s son as his bastard instead and passing his real bastard child as a Targaryen? For what reason would Ned leave his daughter to be raised in another continent as an urchin with assassins coming after her?”

First, sorry for taking ages to respond to these, I got caught up in every stage of grief following the horrific finale. (lol) And yeah, I already know the theory didn’t come true in the show, however:

What I’ve noticed is that people who tend to ask me about this theory don’t actually have much patience to read the answers I spend a very long time typing up. If you’re one of those who is only half-heartedly interested, here is…

The short answer:

Ashara Dayne gave placed her daughter away in foster care to an uncertain life ensure her, Jon’s, and Ned’s safety from Robert Baratheon as an exile far away from the king’s grasp in Essos and under the protection of an ally, in danger of assassination and secured a future for her daughter with the help of Oberyn Martell, who betrothed Daenerys to the prince of Dorne, Quentyn Martell, securing her safe return to Westeros after the Martells aided Viserys in taking back the iron throne.

(Oh, and, there was never any threat of assassination and that part is 100% canon! More on that below.)

The long answer:

It’s a bit hard to give a simple answer to a question like this because it takes several steps to put the pieces of the puzzle together. It’s definitely speculative, yes, but since you asked, I’ll answer. This is not me asking you to believe it.

Now, let me clear up the first misconception. Daenerys was not really put into exile, but she was exiled for safety. In canon, she is rescued and lives with a foster guardian, until he dies (unexpectedly) five years later. Had he not died, she would’ve had a rather nice childhood. She had a future set up for her as well, a betrothal. But most importantly, as a child, Daenerys was never in any danger of being assassinated.

Lord Renly shrugged. “The matter seems simple enough to me. We ought to have had Viserys and his sister killed years ago, but His Grace my brother made the mistake of listening to Jon Arryn.”

And from the wiki:

“Robert also considered the assassinations of Viserys and Daenerys, believed to be the last two Targaryens and thus possible threats, but Jon dissuaded the king from the idea.”

At the Tower of Joy, we have Lyanna guarded over by Arthur Dayne and we have the wet nurse from Starfall (Dayne’s castle) to nurse him. Considering Ned and Ashara had some type of relationship (most likely in love according to Ned Dayne) I speculate that Ashara might be the one who told Ned where to find his sister, particularly if he brought word that Rhaegar was dead. So Ned rescues a baby Jon and returns to Starfall to return Dawn to Ashara, and returns home afterward with a baby he must pass off as his own.

If Ned conceived a child of his own around this time (‘what is honor compared to a woman’s love?’)… then it wouldn’t be until Jon was eight or nine months old that Dany was born. That answers, I think, why Ned could not keep her. He already had a 'bastard’, plus, if another bastard shows up with Valyrian-esque features, it might make him look suspicious, and his priority and promise is protecting Jon, even if, yes, that makes him a bad father to one of his children in this scenario. 'The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself’.

Meanwhile, let’s assume Ashara just had a baby. The realm knows she was dishonored by 'Stark’ (and no, there’s no proof Brandon did anything but help Ned ask her to dance). Let’s assume Ashara had some investment in Jon’s wellbeing or Ned’s… and did not want to put either in danger. She would want to protect her daughter and likely the man she loves, so the best way to do it might be to put her in hiding. I mean, she knew what happened to Elia’s children and what Robert would do to any baby he suspected was Rhaegar’s 'dragonspawn’, and Robert also knew Arthur was Rhaegar’s right-hand man.

“Most commonly the fostered child is male, although it is not unheard of for females to be fostered.”

Okay, then how would she end up in Essos or with Willem Darry? It’s important to note a few things - Ashara danced with Oberyn the night she met Ned and she was likely friends with Elia Martell, as she was her lady-in-waiting. I know everyone thinks Rhaegar was the ultimate villain in Elia Martell’s demise, but he wasn’t. He was already dead. That honor goes to Aerys and Tywin, and Oberyn Martell knows it. That’s why he hate the Lannisters, not the Targaryens. And the alliance between the Martells and Targaryens persisted even after the Rebellion:

“While in Braavos, Willem was visited by Prince Oberyn Martell, and together, with the Sealord of Braavos as witness, they signed a pact promising that Viserys Targaryen would one day wed Princess Arianne Martell in return for the support of Dorne in winning Viserys the Iron Throne.”

This could also be the time Daenerys ends up in Willem Darry’s care. Part of the pact might have involed an agreement to keep the girl safe and far away from Robert Baratheon who might start suspecting something is fishy about Ned’s bastard Jon.

Further, you have Ned’s foster father, Jon Arryn, taking a trip to Sunspear right after Robert takes the throne… and he then goes on to protect Daenerys all of his life.

The name Daenerys is more important to a Dornish person than to Rhaella, arguably, as the portrait of Daenerys Martell hangs in Sunspear, and she started a tradition of inviting children, both low and highborn, to enjoy the Water Gardens that were built for her.

So you have Renly Baratheon confirming that Jon Arryn always stopped Robert from sending assassins, and yet you have Viserys insisting he and Daenerys must run from the 'hired knives’, and Daenerys admitting she had never seen one. Who is following them?

A lot of this theory is based around the unreliable narrator. We’re told there were assassins after Daenerys, and everyone takes it as fact - Despite her never having seen one, and despite Renly confirming Robert never sent any while Jon Arryn was alive. Why is that?

George R. R. Martin is a fan of the unreliable narrator, and even suggests that what the characters think they know might not be right:

“People do know things, but the things they 'know’ may not be right.”

The shining example of this is the ’Unkiss’:

“A kiss remembered by Sansa Stark between her and Sandor Clegane, but which did not actually happen.”

Again, I realize it’s highly speculative, but speculation gives you a path to follow which helps uncover more inconsistencies or clues.

#answered #dayne heiress #n+a=d #if you hate the theory just filter the tags #or block me #only ask questions if you're actually interested please

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funsize-lucifer-hongjoong · 6 years ago

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We Are Stars For Each Other

Genre - Fuffy eventual Smut

Female Reader x Hongjoong

Word count - 3,379

Chapter 2 : Combat Boots and Leather Skirts

The next morning you wake up earlier than you expected. The warmth spreading through you at the dream you had woken up from. Grey hair and your hands running through it, whispers and moans. Once you fully open your eyes you can’t believe your own mind going there. “Damn brain, we got some good taste in men.” All the while trying to remember the dream that is quickly being lost to the morning light.

Getting out of bed has always been a chore to you. You’d rather just stay there and live your best life. Anxiety had made your life Hell for years, and you knew the bedroom was your safe space. You do eventually get up, begrudgingly so. Groaning as your knees pop on standing and stretching.

Your normal morning routine consists of coffee, breakfast of some description, a shower, and pajamas on your days off. What a lovely day off it is too. Min Seo had a meeting with someone and you had the entire apartment to yourself. You grabbed up your laptop, plopping down on the couch.

“Let’s see who these boys are, shall we?” Your fingers begin to run across the keys. You’re searching every site typing in ATEEZ and every other keyword you could think of until you come across a Kpop Wiki page for them. “Hmm, Kim Hongjoong, 21 years old, Rapper, leader, and main composer.” You start to scroll down, but stop yourself, and quickly scroll back up to read it again. “Wait, What the hell?! He’s a composer?! Like he writes his own music? Wow. Big things in small packages, I guess.” You shrug and continue reading. Eventually making your way to Jung Wooyoung, “Oh, he’s beautiful. He looks like the devil and an Angel all at once, if that’s even possible.” Your absent mind can barely scroll past his picture to get to his bio below. “Jung Wooyoung, 19 years old, Lead dancer, vocalist, and visual.” You continue scrolling a bit farther, “What the hell is a visual? I mean he’s gorgeous if that’s what it stands for. I need to learn more about this K-pop stuff.”

That’s how your day remains, on the couch in your pajamas reading everything you can about K-pop and this group called Ateez. You listen to all their songs, and pick your favorites, numerous dance videos and performances live and otherwise. Soon enough, you stumble upon the glorious fancam, and you make it through all of Wooyoung’s that you can find until you hear the door beep, as Min Seo unlocks it. “Oh no, I can’t let her know, she’ll never let me live it down after trashing K-pop for so long.” You slam your laptop closed, throwing it on the table in front of the couch, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

“Hey Y/N, how was your day?” Min Seo yells from the entryway.

“Ugh, boring and uneventful as usual. Would you expect anything different?” You reply as she walks into the living room to sit down at the other end of the couch.

“Honestly? No probably not. You’re a boring person.” You roll your eyes at her, “Jeeze, Thanks Minie. I really appreciate the vote of confidence.”

“You’re welcome!”, She chirps as she flicks on the Tv and changes it to some variety show she watches regularly.

The evening is spent with your best friend. You order in for dinner and while watching a movie together, she pipes up out of nowhere, “Hey, um, I know you weren’t crazy about the fan sign event, but Ateez has a concert next weekend. There’s going to be another Hi-touch and I really want to see San again. I think I’m getting somewhere with him!”

You lay your head back against the couch, trying to pretend you didn’t really want to go, even if you did. “When is it Minie?” You say with a sigh.

“It’s Friday night. You could do the Hi-touch yourself this time. Meet them, and maybe if you talk to them you’ll like them more. I’ll pay for everything, all you have to do is show up.”

You look over at Min Seo, “You’ll pay for everything, even dinner where I want to eat after?” She turns her full body towards you on the couch excitement flashing on her face. “Even dinner wherever you want, and drinks too. I promise.”

You side eye her with your head on the back of the couch, “Alright Minie, I’ll go, but don’t expect me to fall head over heels in love with any of them. I’m just doing this because you bribed me with free food and alcohol.” Though deep down you know, that’s all a lie.

As the days pass, you get more nervous. Anxiety flaring in your stomach, making your head swim. “I’m going to be touching them, should I get my nails done? Shit, I can’t have my nails done, I have to work and they don’t allow it.” Your brain runs through these thoughts constantly. What will you wear? How will you wear your hair? Will you wear any makeup? You know you want to make a good impression on Wooyoung. “He probably has a girlfriend anyway, and why would an Idol want someone like me.” Your confidence took a nose dive from its already low point.

In your turmoil, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. “Come in, it’s open.” Min Seo opens the door, and walks in, sitting at the edge of your bed beside you, seeing the outfits thrown haphazardly around the room. “Are you trying to find something to wear for Friday?” She asks you gently. “Yeah, but I don’t have anything but pajamas and work clothes Minie. I wore the only casual type outfit I had last time. I can’t wear it again.” you put your head down, the facade of you trying to act like you didn’t want to go, was crumbling away fast.

Min Seo’s face lights up, “I’ve got so many different outfits you could try on! I’m sure I’ve got something for you to wear.” With that being said she jumps up and runs out your door, down the hall, and into her room. You stand and follow her, not knowing if you’ve made a mistake or not.

Hours pass, and you’ve tried on all of her tops and a few pairs of jeans. “No Skirts, Minie! I don’t wear them unless I’m working.”

“Come on, Y/N. Just this one. it doesn’t look anything like the skirts you wear to work. It’ll be so cute on you!” She pushes what looks like a leather jacket into your hands, “Try it on!” You roll your eyes and look up, saying in a hushed voice “God, please help me not to strangle this poor girl and get sent back home. Amen.” Without too much more fuss, you pull on a leather mini skirt, it has belts crossing the front with tiny skulls on, and a red plaid patch on the hip. “Hey, this isn’t bad, Min Seo. My ass looks like a dream.” You say, looking at yourself in the mirror on her closet door.

She puts her hands on her hips, “Y/N! Language!” You smile at her, “Yeah well Minie, when your ex used to stay over I heard much worse than the word ass. These walls are paper thin, dear.” You wink at her, and her face turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before. You start to laugh, then you double over, tears leaking from your eyes. “Calm down, Min Seo. It was just a joke, but seriously did he really make you call him Daddy?” You ask with a quizzical look on your face.

Playfully slapping at you as her embarrassment flares, “Oh go on! Take it and get out! You’re making me remember the trash can I once dated, and yes, I called him daddy.” She says as she pushes you out the door, still in the skirt. You fall over into the floor howling with laughter as she slams her door in mock anger. Slowly getting up to walk into your room and change back into your trademark sweatpants, still wiping tears away from the occasional laughing fit that overtakes you.

Friday is upon you before you know it. You rush out of work early and even spend the extra money to get a cab home. “I’ve got 2 hours to get ready, and an hour to be there, that’s not nearly enough time.” There’s that anxiety rearing it’s ugly head again.

When you walk in the apartment, you don’t have time to worry. Min Seo is already home and practically shoving you into the shower. “Hurry Y/N, we need to get you fed and dressed before we leave!” You jump in the shower, washing as fast as you possibly can, and brushing your teeth while you’re in there. You turn off the water and wrap a towel around yourself. No sooner do you step out and dry off is Min Seo shoving you again, this time into her room. Your outfit laid out neatly on her bed.

“Y/N, do you have any cute panties?” She asks while pulling out her makeup and laying it across the bed.

“Excuse you Minie. Do I have any what?!” You raise your eyebrows in surprise at her asking such a forward question, she always seemed so shy.

“I asked if you had any cute panties. This skirt is short, and if the unexpected happens then at least you can be happy knowing you showed them your best.” You cock up your eyebrow before thinking about it. “Yeah, actually I do have a red lace pair of high cut boy shorts, but those are for special occasions, not to mention the price I paid for them. ”

“Y/N, it’s been a year. You haven’t been laid ONCE. Not one time. I’ve introduced you to a hundred different guys, and none of them made you go as far as you’re going right now.” She looks down, putting different shades of eyeshadow on her hand. She brings her hand up next to your face. “Ah, well since you’re wearing red panties, let’s go with it.” She says smiling brightly, and all you can do is groan at the whirlwind of makeup brushes and curling irons.

It takes just at 2 hours for you to get ready, and when Min Seo is done you stare at yourself in the mirror. A red high collared shirt with sheer sleeves, the leather mini skirt, your favorite red panty set, fishnet hose, and Min Seo’s combat boots. You barely recognize yourself. Your lips are stained red like you’ve eaten a popsicle. Your eyes are dark, glitter across them, and your skin looks amazing. Your hair lays across your shoulders in curls. All the while thinking to yourself, “This is how Minie pulls it off, eh? Hours of work, but the results are pretty good”

Min Seo, throws her handbag over her arm, looking back at you. “Hey Y/N? Why are you going all out like this, if you don’t really like it anyway?” Oh no, you’re caught out, best just to tell the truth and let her have her fun. “Well Minie, I can’t lie to you. I’ve been kind of obsessed with these guys since you took me last time.” She squeals with delight, grabbing your hands, she asks you, “Who’s your bias?! Is it Hongjoong?! It better not be San, you know I called him first.” You start to laugh, but stop yourself, “No it isn’t San or Hongjoong. It’s Wooyoung.”

“Ooooh Y/N likes the bad boys does she?” She gives you a sly smile as she shuts the door behind you both. You grab your phone and call a cab. Your nerves flare again, this is it, your chance to make an impression on Wooyoung. Let’s just hope this works.

As you’re getting out of the cab, you see why Min Seo told you to wear cute panties. You can feel a slight breeze, and you know you were keeping your legs together as politely as possible. Walking up to the venue, your heart starts to race, seeing those same posters but now they mean something entirely different. You look at Wooyoung’s face, and down at yourself. “I hope this works.” You think as you close your eyes, trying to calm your heart. Min Seo is pulling at your arm, “Come on we have to hurry, the line will be so long if we take our time.” You start to move faster, as fast as possible in a mini skirt and boots.

Before you know it, you’re in the line. Wringing your hands, and breathing heavily. You see them, all sitting at their table. Not having had a chance to learn all their names yet, the only ones you can spot are San, Wooyoung, and HongJoong. They’re all at the far end. You breath deeply as Min Seo sits in front of the first boy, she says a few words, he smiles at her, and she moves on. Clearly making a beeline for San. You sit in front of him next, he seems nice enough as do the others, but he isn’t who you’re waiting for. When you sit in front of San, Min Seo is with Wooyoung, and you feel a pang of jealousy.

“Hello beautiful, your friend told me you’re new to this” San says in a low voice, patting your hand gently. “Uh…Um, Yeah, I uh, don’t know much about pop music at all” You reply back, squeaking a bit. Then you overhear Min Seo next to you, “My best friend, Y/N says you’re her bias Wooyoung. Be nice to her won’t you?” You could kill her right now and send her to Jesus. Tapping her leg frantically “Minie, shut it will you?!” She just smiles and moves down to HongJoong, at the same time you’re moving down a chair, to sit in front of one of the most beautiful guys you’ve ever seen.

You sit in front of him, and you take a few seconds to soak it all in. His eyes are soft, and with his contacts in, they look like the morning sky. His nose is slightly sloped, and his jaw looks as though it were cut from granite. You can’t help thinking to yourself, “He can’t possibly be real.” This is your chance to make some kind of impression on him. “Hi Wooyoung, I’m Y/N.” He lifts his eyes and smiles widely, “Aw Y/N it’s nice to meet you. I’m glad Min Seo brought you here, she told me I’m your bias.” He smirks, and your cheeks flush a rosy shade. “You are, I think you’re an incredible dancer, and singer. You’re amazing.” He barely looks up, seemingly uninterested, your face falls a bit. Your confidence goes with it. His reply is quick and sounds almost robotic, “Thanks sweetheart, enjoy the show.” You smile at him and bow slightly, but your heart feels like it’s been smashed now.

You stand and move to sit with Hongjoong, Min Seo was waiting for you at the end of the line. He notices your outfit, and unlike Wooyoung he’s very impressed. Almost a bit bashful, which is new for him. He immediately remembers you and grabs your hand playing with your fingers. “Hello gorgeous, what’s your name?” You register him speaking to you, and look up almost in a daze, “Oh, uhm, it’s Y/N. You’re Hongjoong?” He smiles and you notice right away his teeth are nearly perfect, and so are his lips.

“You look like you’re actually enjoying yourself this time, unlike the last time I saw you.” He dips his head as he says this, catching your eyes again. You blush, this time it spreads down your neck, and you can only hope he doesn’t notice. “Yeah, I wasn’t into this stuff, until I saw you guys. It changed the way I view pop music.” You try to avoid his gaze, he had contacts in and they were a shade of lavender and grey. They matched him well, you thought.

“You’re blushing for me, it’s adorable, can I call you Pink cheeks from now on?” You think he’s joking, but upon looking at him you can tell he’s quite serious. Without putting too much thought into it you reply, “Sure, why not? Can I call you shorty?” He balks at that and Wooyoung laughs beside him. Hongjoong leans in closer, just before you’re supposed to get up and whispers softly “Sure you can, but only if you promise to pay attention to me tonight while we’re performing.” He pulls your hand up and kisses the back of your knuckles softly. “I’ll think about it” You reply nonchalantly and stand, feeling a breeze again, you know someone got a look and you can only hope it was Wooyoung.

It wasn’t Wooyoung that seen the flash of red when you stood to walk away, it was Hongjoong. You were nearly his undoing just then, he had to lean back a bit to breath. “That woman must be the devil in combat boots.” He laughed to himself, as the next girl in line sat down. He felt kind of empty after you left though. Your hands were so soft. He wondered how those hands would feel running down his back, or up into his hair. How that blush would look spread across your body, and if it went lower than your neck. He shook it off and told himself, “Get it together Hongjoong, be a professional, you’re the leader.”

Min Seo pulled you over to the side, “This is gonna be over soon, let’s get close to the front like last time. I wanna see San in all his glory.”

“Or you just wanna see San hip thrust his tightly clothed dick in your face, but maybe I’m wrong.” You retort. Wooyoung’s indifference to you, with all the effort you put into yourself, did hurt. You kept glancing over to see if maybe he’d try to steal a quick peek, but you only found one set of eyes on you, and those belonged to Hongjoong.

After the formalities were finished, the boys all grouped up and Min Seo dragged you back to the front again. “Great, just great. I promised Hongjoon I’d pay attention to him, but Wooyoung looks so good today. UGH!” You inwardly chastise yourself.

Then a new song comes on, one you haven’t heard before. The boys are surrounding Hongjoong, and then the music picks up, and He pops out from the middle, rapping his verse while looking you dead in the eyes. “Unlike the daytime, the night is dark. It gets colder when the sun goes down, but we already know. Why are you worried? We are stars for each other.” You try to keep your eyes on him, but Wooyoung just looks so handsome. You can’t help but look at him as his body moves fluidly across the stage. Hongjoong picks up on it, looking over at the younger boy. It hurts him, but he notices your face drops a bit when Wooyoung doesn’t acknowledge you. He’ll take care of that.

The next and final song is Pirate King, and when it comes on, it the same thing as last time. Hongjoong desperately trying to get your attention, but you were having none of it. When they split the group He walks up and tells Wooyoung something, he looks back at you and to his hyung with a wicked smirk on his face. “What are those two up to?” you ponder. Before you know it, your favorite part is nearing. Wooyoung steps out in front and says “Will you be my friend?” With a tilt of his head, and the cute tiny wave but this time he’s looking at you.

“Am I dying?! Is this Heaven?!” Your brain is burning to bits under Wooyoung’s intense stare, even if it doesn’t last but a few seconds. Your smile, and blush returns. Hongjoong notices and his heart feels like it’s flying. He just wants to see you smile even if it’s not at him.

#ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez wooyoung #kim hongjoong #eventual smut #slow burn #ateez fan fic #fan fiction #fan fic #first time writer #hongjoong bias

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libralita · 6 years ago

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Where is She? Part 5

For this Easter, you will get two parts! We continue with the beach episode! According to the wiki, diagonals make Jumin anxious so I decided to interrupt the reason for that. Also, in this part Yoosung and Joyce both get wet and kiss. Jumin is perfectly fine with that, too! Intrigued? Confused? Find out more!

Jumin rarely dreamed. When he did dream, he was aware of it and was able to control it. That was the way of most things in his life.

That night he dreamed he was in the middle of a wheat field. He frowned, wondering why he was dreaming about this. Maybe it was his subconscious saying that he should invest in wheat?

He then heard faint humming in the distance. It was obvious why he was dreaming about that. Just two hours and forty-seven minutes ago from the time he went to sleep, he had heard that song and dance with Joyce to it. It was fresh in his mind. He decided to follow the sound to see where the dream would lead him next. Just where was she?

Jumin then saw a silhouette of Joyce. She faced the setting sun and it outlined her slender frame. She started singing the song. She claimed that she couldn’t sing but Jumin would disagree. Most women who sung to him were trying to be seductive or show off their stunning talent. Joyce was a more quiet and soft sound. She wasn’t trying to impress him. She was just singing.

Jumin went closer to Joyce and she turned, grinning at him. Then she held out her hand to him and Jumin reached to take it. Their fingertips touched before he was dragged back. It felt like strength of a thousand men was ripping him from this place.

He let out a shout but was cut off when he was pulled forcibly into his C&R office chair. He blinked looking around him. It was utterly silent and it felt ominous. Just a strange dream. He told himself as he attempted to get up, but he was stuck.

“Jumin…”

Jumin cringed at that voice and closed his eyes. Just a strange dream.

“Jumin, look at me…”

He opened his eyes and he went from being in the C&R office to his desk that he used in his teens for studying. Everything was neatly arranged.

“Jumin…”

Suddenly everything on this desk was messed up and he couldn’t move to fix it. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her sitting next to him on top of his desk. He looked over, seeing long legs and a short red and black dress. It was low cut and made him feel things he did not want to feel.

He couldn’t look her in the eyes, he just stared at the patterns on her dress. They were all diagonals and the dream them made them seem like they were moving. It made him so anxious, he just wanted them to stop.

“You still won’t call me mother…”

“No.” Jumin woke up, saying that through gritted teeth. He took a shuddering breath, running his hand through his hair.

“Meow.” Elizabeth III moved closer to him and settled in his lap.

“Just…a strange dream…” he muttered softly, petting her. “I am sorry for waking you.”

She responded by purring and his chest loosened a tad. He shifted so he was laying back down, perfectly in the middle of the bed, with Elizabeth on his chest.

He closed his eyes, gently petting his precious cat. He found himself muttering softly, “I’ll swim and sail on savage seas…with never a fear of drowning…” before falling back asleep.

This time it was mercifully dreamless.

The next morning Joyce came down stairs to see Beth and Zen chatting at the breakfast table. Kaya and Jaehee were sitting across from each other on their lap tops. Yoosung was downing breakfast. Apparently, Beth and Zen had made up after their fight the previous night. Joyce would have to talk to her later on to hear what happened.

“So, who’s down to try the beach again?” Beth asked.

“Aaaand sent!” Kaya said, ignoring Beth and pressing enter on her keyboard. Jaehee’s own lap top pinged.

“If you guys are going to do work, then you might as well do it in the sun.” Yoosung said, taking a bite of his breakfast.

Kaya closed her lap top, “Actually, Zen and I are going to go play volleyball. Seven is refereeing.”

Joyce raised an eyebrow at Zen, “did you willingly agree to this?”

“Of course! Just a little friendly competition!”

“God bless his soul.” Beth said quietly, as she put her head down in prayer. “But at least you figured out how to get Kaya to take a break.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best way…especially for Zen,” Joyce joked.

“At least I’m putting my lap top down.”

Beth looked at Joyce, Jaehee, and Yoosung. “You three should come with me!”

“I will!” Yoosung said excitedly, “I want to try boogieboarding!”

Joyce nodded and Jaehee shrugged. “As long as I don’t get sand in my lap top.”

“I already asked Jumin and he said he had to brush out Elizabeth III so it’ll be us four!.” Beth said, “It’ll be fun!”

Joyce, Jaehee, and Beth sat out on the beach. Yoosung was out boogieboarding. Sounding like he was having a blast.

“Kaya’s resume is actually quite impressive for someone so young.” Jaehee said, looking at her lap top.

“Hey, we’re only a few years younger than—OW!”

Beth was cut off when she was hit by something. Joyce had taken off her shoes so quickly that they had flung off and smacked Beth. “Go get help!” She called running into the sea, untying her skirt, just leaving her in her bathing suit.

The other two women looked out to the sea. Yoosung was way farther out and he looked like he was struggling to keep above water.

“C’mon!” Beth said, pulling Jaehee up. “Jumin’s in the cabin, I’ll go find the others”

Jaehee scrambled up and ran up to the cabin while Beth bolted up the path to go find the others.

Joyce pumped her arms and legs in the ocean. “Yoosung!” She called, trying to see if he would respond. She noticed a hand in the air just a few feet away. She swam towards him, she grabbed him but used her legs to keep him at a distance in case he tried to use her as a flotation device. Then she swam back to the shore as fast as she could.

Once she got closer to the shore she began attempting to carry Yoosung, trudging forward as fast as she could. Jumin came running out of the cabin with Jaehee behind. He beelined for Joyce and Yoosung. Together they got Yoosung to shore.

“Yoosung! Yoosung, answer me!” Jumin demanded, sounding panicked.

“Lay him down.” Joyce said, guiding him down on his back. She lifted his head up slightly to see if he was breathing.

He wasn’t.

She pinched his nose and pressed her lips to his, breathing two deep breaths and then began pressing his chest over and over again—

Until, finally, Yoosung coughed. Water sputtered out of his mouth. Joyce quickly used all her strength to move him onto his side as he continued to cough up water. Jumin quickly moved close to help Yoosung.

“Is he okay?!” Beth asked, sounding panicked. Seven, Kaya, Beth, and Zen had all run over to them.

“He’s fine, now…” Joyce said, taking a sigh of relief and sitting down into the sand. She looked up at Jumin, “he should probably be taken back to the mainland to a hospital, just in case.”

Jumin nodded and Zen piped up. “I’ll take him back.”

Seven and Zen both went to Yoosung to help him up. He was shivering and still breathing heavily. He looked at Joyce, tears in his eyes. “T-Thank you.”

Joyce blinked a little dully, starting to feel the adrenaline ware off and gave him a happy but tired smile. “No problem.”

Jumin put in a call to arrange for their trip back as quickly as possible and then looked down at Joyce. “Are you alright?”

She looked back at him and gave a shrug. “I’m fine. First, Elizabeth III and now Yoosung. I should get an award or something.”

Jumin looked at her strangely, with those intense gray eyes. He offered her hand to help her up. She took it and was surprised when he put his two firm hands on her shoulders. “Jumin?”

He made a strained noise and then cleared his throat, “Thank you, for saving Yoosung.”

Joyce gave him another shrug, “like I said, it was no problem. What anyone would do!”

Jumin nodded and then said, “You should get back, you look tired.” He, somewhat awkwardly, moved his hands away.

“I think I will.” Joyce said, nodding. She was feeling very tired.

It bothered Jumin that he was barely keeping his emotions in line.

That strange dream had made him wary. Why was he dreaming about Joyce and then dreaming about his…that woman? He decided to pass up on Beth’s offer to go down to the beach to clear his mind.

If he had just gone with them, then perhaps he could have prevented Yoosung from coming into contact with danger. He did not know if the RFA could handle another death after Rika.

Then wild what-if scenarios started playing in his head and they revolved around Joyce. What if Joyce wasn’t as strong of a swimmer as she thought she was?—She was, she saved Yoosung—But what if she wasn’t? What if she went down with Yoosung?—But Jumin had run out so quickly, he would have saved them both. He was strong enough—What if he wasn’t? What if he couldn’t save them both? What if saved one of them but not the other? What if Joyce died?

What if, what if, what if….

He thought about his conversation with Joyce. He didn’t know why he had put his hands on her shoulders. He probably looked like a mad man. He just felt the need to touch her. The urge made him feel ill. He needed to show how grateful he was that she had saved Yoosung.

He was also equally grateful that she was still there. That she hadn’t died. That part of him wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let anything harm her. Should he have hugged her to show his gratitude? No, she would probably file a restraining order.

“Jumin…?”

Jumin blinked up, had been staring at his empty wine glass. He looked up to see Beth.

“Are you okay?”

Jumin tilted his head at her, “fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You were staring for a pretty long time.”

“I was just lost in thought.”

Beth was quiet for a moment and gently put a hand on his shoulder, “if you need to talk, just let me know, okay?”

Jumin frowned slightly, looking at her hand on his shoulder. “Why would I want to do that?”

Beth snorted, “because talking can make you feel better. It’s why I do it all the time. Secretly I’m really sad and I need to talk about everything.”

“…Is that a joke?”

“Thea last part is but the first part isn’t. Talking can help.” Beth said, shrugging. “I’m your friend so you can talk to me.”

Jumin still remained confused at this. Beth chuckled and shook her head. “You are a strange woman.”

“Thank you, Jumin.”

Jumin: BETH GET YOUR EMOTIONS OFF OF ME!

Yah see what I did there? Joyce and Yoosung are literally wet because they were in the ocean. Joyce “kisses” Yoosung because she’s giving him CPR. And Jumin is fine with it. Get it? I’ll…just see myself out…

Also, @mrs-han I told you Joyce was Gryffindor.

#jumin han #joyce elliot #Mystic Messenger #my writing #fan fiction

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flusteredmountainman · 6 years ago

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Since a bitch got sent one (1) ask only about. my ask meme that I created lol I’m going to go through and answer B) all of them bc i can... its selfcare.....

First 3 answers above the cut, other 47 below lmfao

Favourite of the main 6? I think the title of my blog speaks for itself lol

Least favourite of the main 6? Garbage stink piss man (Lucio)

Which of the main 6 do you want to slap the most? The aforementioned piss man but.... also kjaenfjkfea at times. Julian very badly because he’s just Like that but he’d probably enjoy that unfortunately

Which of the main 6 have the most similar interests to you? (favourite colour, flower, food, drink, season, hobbies etc.) Portia tbh!!! She’s a very sweet spring girl and I also have a fairly similar personality to her.

Who has the most tragic backstory? Mmmm.....muriel.......... I mean everyone has a pretty sad past but Muriel’s really is something else. The man is Heavily traumatised and I desperately want to give him a hug :(

Favourite side character? Mazelinka.... adopt me challenge kjaefkjnaf. i cant stop thinking about “goat bitch” what a fucking icon

Favourite animal friend? Faust!!!! shes a good girl!!!

Best/worst of the courtiers? fuck i dont remember any of their names but valerius is. hot basard. worst is vlastomil hands down im kinkshaming anyone who wants to fuck the worm

Fuck, marry, kill (asker’s choice) Well skajfnkajf I’ve shot myself in the foot but. TBH its like. Marry Muriel, fuck everyone else, kill Lucio (full disclosure I only just finished julians upright ending and haven’t played Nadia’s yet so this may change except for wanting to marry Muriel and kill Lucio lol)

Romance or fluff? (Muriel) Fluff!!!!! Muriel deserves all the affection in the whole wide world. He gets sick? Bundle him up in furs by the fire and cuddle up into him with a good book. You look at him once? he blushes. it really doesnt get fluffier than that ++ a lot of his character arc in general is going to be.... letting himself trust you............. which is. so fucking wholesome

Wild night out or quiet night in? ( Muriel ) Quiet night in lmfao. We’d just hang out inside drinking hot chocolate and talking until we fell asleep propped up against the wall in his tiny house having completely lost track of time.

Adventure or domesticity? ( Muriel ) I wanna say adventure because. I love travelling! I love going out and trying new things! And Muriel very does Not but I feel like getting him out of his comfort zone would do him some good! Starting small would probably be best, like maybe a tramp or going camping once in a while, then building up to bigger trips to other cities once you’ve convinced him you’ll both be ok as long as you’re prepared.

Cute date to the aquarium/zoo/park or elegant dinner date? ( Muriel ) I already answered this one B) I said: “ Definitely somewhere casual!!! I feel like he’d be most at ease somewhere like the park on a sunny day! Pick a nice grassy spot by a creek and bring a basket and have a really nice, chill picnic, and have a nap together in the early afternoon sun. Go for a walk after and talk about Plants (because i. am a biology student lol) and generally just have a really relaxing time. Give the man a flower? Tuck it behind his ear? and he’d die kjnaefjnaej. Alternatively….. aquarium………. “

Coffeshop AU, high-school/college AU or modern AU? Give a headcanon about the one you chose jnakfjkjaf coffe shop AUs are so cliched but I actually love them for the settings of meetcutes. You meet Muriel when he’s on his rounds as a part time dog walker around the block and you barrel straight into him coming out of the shop when you’re checking an email, spilling the (now cold) remnants of your beverage all over him. You apologise profusely and he shrugs it off, blushing over your fussing and awkwardly tries to excuse himself. You insist on helping him finish his walk with All these dogs, anyway, you like dogs so it’s no trouble, and he begrudgingly agrees to finish the interaction sooner. You end up having a nice chat with him and notice in the weeks after that he starts coming by the shop without the dogs during the times you’re usually around, even though he doesn’t drink coffee. Your conversations with him during these short interludes quickly become the highlight of your day, and you start to suspect, eventually, that he feels the same :)

If (Muriel) turned up on your doorstep at midnight covered in blood, how would you react? Well I’d clean it off.... of .......course............. 👀👀👀

You’re stranded on a desert island; which 2 of the main 6 do you want with you? Muriel of course not only because I adore him but he’s. also a mountain man. Handy. And Asra because hes a good good magic boy and can make sand into water so.... handy. also asra is just an incredibly blessed person so kajefnkjaef

If your apprentice could go back in time and change one thing before the events of the game, what would it be? lucios birth :^)

You’re sick; who do you want to take care of you and why? I think I’m becoming predictable but. Muriel kjaefnkjafnjf you took such good care of him so it’s only fair that he should return the favour. He’s got a surprisingly good bedside manner and is generally just very gentle. Cooks eggs and grumbles that you should be taking better care of yourself but when you say thanks for all his help he blushes and kinda. stands up slightly straighter bc hes secretly happy he can Help

If you were trapped in an elevator with one character for 8 hours, who would you want it to be and why? Jojaefafjoafe ok so. Porbably Portia because she seems 1. one of the least likely to panic and 2. Would have fucking great conversation the whole time.

Give a headcanon about Nadia She loves romcoms!!!! She would never ever admit it to anyone though, but she’s a huge sucker for romance stories in general. Cries at the end of mamma mia. Uses it as an excuse to snuggle all the way into your shoulder.

Give a headcanon about Asra He’s extremely lactose intolerant but he eats it anyway bc hes Chaotic and gives 0 fucks about how bad his guts feel afterwards, the cheese was Worth it dammit (and I say this bc thats also me kjaenfnef)

Give a headcanon about Julian Had a brief stint in his teen years where he unironically identified as sapiosexual

Give a headcanon about Portia She loves playing with hair/having her hair played with! Catch her falling asleep with her head in your lap as you weave your fingers through her hair.

Give a headcanon about Muriel I also already answered this one!: “ He’d be really into gardening if he knew how! Catch me digging up all the dirt around his house and planting herbs, flowers (*cough* forgetmenots *cough) and other medicinal plants, and some strawberries for when spring comes! “

Give a headcanon about Lucio Unironically identifies as sapiosexual now even though he’s a huge dumbass himself

Give a headcanon about a side character/the apprentice (asker’s choice) Nadia’s dad gets pegged

Give a popular opinion that you disagree with People calling Muriel a dom. have you. looked at this man. I have to laugh

Give an unpopular opinion Lucio sucks lol

Tarot or zodiac? Zodiac!!! Mostly bc I know exactly 0 things about tarot, I appreciate the aesthetic tho!

What is your patron major arcana? Oh worm I just looked at all the explanations in the wiki and tbh. The empress uh. dragged me with how much I ID with that (both reversed and upright) so akejfkjfae thats mine

Upright or reversed ending? Upright

Ot3? Me x muriel x asra (muriel has 2 hands and 2 tiny partners)

Brotp? jakjefnkanfe i love. portia and julians sibling banter. the good shit

Favourite non-apprentice-based ship? asriel............................. till i die............. (pordia is also fucking god tier)

Is the apprentice you, or your OC? thats just me bich kajefnkjnafe we living our best self indulgent lives

Tell me about your Apprentice(s) im a big bi mess and i would die for muriel and thats it really

Favourite piece of worldbuilding lore? already answered: “ I really love how much of a shithole Vesuvia is kjbanefknaefk like. No formal process of trial/law? Public executions just being how people Do things? someone fucking help this city lmfao”

Favourite background/location? ok i really love nopal bc of all the cacti but tbh like. really anywhere theres a lot of cool nature? the forest is fucking good

The Forest or Nopal? bring the cacti from nopal to muriel’s hut in the forest and it’s perfect

The Palace or the shop? thheeee shop. i like the palace but i think id get Overwhelmed not being able to just. be in my own space a lot lol

The Rowdy raven or the library? the library with a healthy amount of alcohol lol.

Favourite sprite?

43. Favourite character design? I !!!!!!!!! really. love Asra’s design bc of its howl callback but all the designs r fucking cool 44. Best masquerade outfit? Nadia’s..... glamorous..... 45. Best scene? Muriel. hugging. faust you and asra. hes so fucking wholesome ill cry...... or just straight up both of his books akjenfkjafn 46. Worst Scene? Honestly any containing lucio 47. Favourite song on the soundtrack? I love Crowd hammer! (predictable) but also memory 48. Best tale/bonus content? I dont remember names im terrible but i/ love the muriel one ofc kjneafkjn 49. Best CG?/ 50. Favourite memory?

#muriel #its not. an ask but imma tag it that way #asks #hcs #it speaks #nadia #lucio #julian #portia #asra #jaye writes

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goforwardgreenwriter-blog · 7 years ago

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The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 21 - 22

Tumblr deleted the first draft of this so I had to redo all of it. Isn’t. That. Just. Great.

Last chapter ended with Dorian and Rowan meeting Rolfe in his office, and true to SJM’s nature, the next chapter immediately picks up where the last one left off. Cut out a lot of the padding and all of these scenes could easily fit into one chapter, but it wouldn’t be a shitty YA novel without padding.

A wry half smile tugged on Rolfe’s lips, the upper-left corner flecked with a small scar. Hopefully not from Aelin.

Because Rolf, a Pirate Lord involved in plenty of illegal activity and battling, couldn’t have possibly gotten a scar from anyone else but that one encounter with Aelin????

“A man who likes ink as much as I do,” Rolfe said with an appreciative nod. “I think you and I will get along just fine, Prince.” “Male,” Rowan corrected. “Fae males are not human men.”

Ungh this is beyond weird. I get that other humanoid species might use male/female as opposed to men/women, that’s not a huge issue, it’s just so weird that they insist on being addressed as males.... also does Rolfe have an ink kink or what.

Rowan gave Dorian a nod to sit. The flames on the candles burning throughout guttered as they passed, and claimed their seats.

The fuck is the meaning of that comma? Makes it sound like the candles are claiming the seats instead of R and D.

“According to the messengers who arrived yesterday,” Rolfe said, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Duke Perrington—or should I call him King Perrington now?—issued a decree, signed by the majority of Adarlan’s lords and ladies, naming you, Majesty, an enemy to your kingdom, and claiming that he liberated Rifthold from your claws after you and the Queen of Terrasen slaughtered so many innocents this spring.

Oh, shit. I don’t really care about Aelin but I feel pretty bad for Dorian.

Rolfe went on, perhaps a bit more gently, “Your brother has been named Perrington’s heir and Crown Prince.” Oh gods. Hollin was a child, but still … something had rotted in him, festered—

Oh no, not Hollin! Not the guy who.... has had little to no dialogue, appeared officially in like one scene, and was only mentioned about three times.....not that character!

[Dorian] wished Chaol were with him.

Rolfe sat forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “You must be desperate indeed, then.” A glance at Rowan. “And is your queen equally desperate for my aid?” “My queen,” Rowan said, “is not a part of this discussion.”

Oh silly Rowan, don’t you know every chapter is required to have at least one Aelin splooge feast?

According to Rolfe’s hand map there’s some spooky beasts afoot that killed most of his crew some time ago.

Rolfe’s pale green eyes darkened. “Sea-wyverns. Witches rule the skies with their wyverns—but these waters are now ruled by beasts bred for naval battle, foul corruptions of an ancient template.

HELL YEAH SEA WYVERNS!! I have to give SJM credit by at least including different types of dragons. Sea wyverns are fucking awesome, I hope this concept actually goes somewhere.

Two golden-haired males appeared in the doorway.

Hooo boy, more Fae males. Just what I wanted......

Immediately after the two Fae show up, the chapter ends, and Chapter 22 once again picks off right where the previous chapter left off. Jesus tap dancing Christ. Doing this once or twice is fine but SJM does this with literally every chapter!!! Without this cliff hanger BS there’s be at least 10 less chapters in this book.

But the dark-eyed, bronze-skinned male—so handsome that Dorian blinked—smirked at the dagger shivering beside his head.

PFFFT. And SJM/the fandom continuously insist that Dorian is 100% straight. I’m laughing so hard I’m not even mad at SJM continuing to describe all of her good characters as drop dead gorgeous.

Fenrys—Gavriel. Dorian knew those names. Rowan had mentioned them during their journey here … Two members of Rowan’s cadre.

That em dash is so weirdly placed. Also, I predict lots of dick waving between Fenrys and Rowan once Aelin shows up.

Dorian released his magic into himself. It settled into his core like a bit of dropped ribbon.

??? I take back my compliment of magic being written interestingly ?????

Gavriel and Fenrys go to eat lunch and everyone goes with. Just explaining this because there’s a bunch of filler of them just sitting around and not doing anything of interest.

“Maeve’s armada sails for this continent.” Dorian was glad he didn’t have anything in his stomach.

Oh yeah, remember Maeve? Honestly, I find her pointless? We already have a main villain, is she really needed? Other than someone for Aelin to prove her superiority against IG.....

Eyllwe … Maeve had to know how dear the kingdom was to Aelin.

Oh my godddd forget the innocent people that may be killed, injured, or lose their homes if Maeve pillages their kingdom, nope, it’s all about poor wittle Aelin’s feefees.

At the mention of lover, Rowan gave Fenrys a lethal stare. The beautiful male—really, there was no way to describe him other than that—just shrugged.

Let me remind you again that this is from Dorian’s POV. He truly is a bicon. And it begs the question... if all of SJM’s characters are beautiful, is there, in fact, no beautiful people in this universe? Since everyone is beautiful, wouldn’t that cancel out actually being beautiful, since ‘ugly’ people apparently don’t exist? This is the most entertainment I’ve gotten from these chapters tbh.

Rowan flicked his eyes toward the stairs behind Rolfe. “You’re dismissed.” Fenrys choked on a dark laugh, but Gavriel straightened as Rolfe hissed, “I don’t care who you are and what power you wield. You don’t give me orders in my territory.”

Rolfe isn’t being unreasonable here?? It’s portrayed as “oh look how cool and badass Rowan is” but this isn’t Rowan’s territory?? He is in no position to give orders god I hate him so much

Rolfe throws them all out of his place because Rowan was being a bossy lil bitch. Gg Rowan.

Fenrys snorted, toying with a small curl of golden hair at his nape. “How you even manage to walk with that much steel on you, Whitethorn, has always been a mystery to me.” Rowan said smoothly, “How no one has ever cut out your tongue just to shut you up has always been a mystery to me as well.” An edged chuckle. “I’ve been told it’s my best feature. At least the women think so.”

So I’m finally reading the ACOTAR series also by SJM, and holy shit, this is literally the exact same character as Cassian. Way to be creative, SJM.

All of a sudden Rowan halts the story to give a huge info dump on Fenrys’ backstory? Yeah this is a sign of great writing; rather than weaving information in small chunks to the audience, Rowan just basically explains Fenrys’ backstory to himself for... reasons.

Fenrys has a twin brother who took the oath to Maeve, thus prompting Fenrys to also take an oath to free his brother. Admittedly that does endear Fenrys to me a bit more, since it shows that he clearly cares about his brother enough to sacrifice his own freedom for him, but I’d rather learn that slowly rather than read one big info dump about it, thank you.

Rowan pinned Fenrys with a look. The White Wolf of Doranelle smiled right back at him.

Wait a minute..... Fenrys is called The White Wolf.... but on Aedion’s wiki it says-

Oh come the fuck on! You couldn’t think of another dangerous animal to symbolize your characters, SJM?

Fenrys and Gavriel are here to hunt Lorcan for his crimes, and this is portrayed as an earth shattering discovery....? I mean, I don’t give a shit about Lorcan. Or most of these characters, if I’m being honest.

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti sjm #anti tog #anti eos

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pyratetm-a · 7 years ago

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alright, i said i’d rewrite it to be more thorough, so here we go. the infamous why amanda and her hector are not dmtnt compliant and never will be post. this isn’t a reflection on the rpc, but it is on disney, because that movie was trash, and i’m not changing my stance on it. at all. full stop.

x. it cheapens the point of jack sparrow and the pearl. first and foremost, in the established canon pre-dmtnt, jack sparrow was given the wicked wench - a ship he utterly fell in love with - to captain, and made to transport slaves. when he set those slaves free on an island cutler beckett could not find (without knowing where it is), he was branded as a pirate and the wench was set on fire and sunk. jack made a deal with davy jones - 13 years as captain to have her raised from the depths - and he would join davy jones’s crew. to totally rewrite that as, oh, jack got it because some random dude died in a fight with salazar is literally cheapening the established sacrifie he’d made in pre-existing canon.

x. it ignores pre-established canon on the compass and its origins. jack bartered with tia dalma for that compass years ago, it has never, ever been mentioned it does anything beyond finding what the owner wants most in the world, and it’s not even like this is an obscure bit of something from a book. it was literally in dmc. tia dalma physically asks jack about the compass he bartered from her. again, a case of ignoring the canon that came before it without even a cursory wiki check.

x. it fucks with the timeline. pre-dmtnt, cotbp took place in the mid-1740s. now the timeline’s been shifted so much because of this trash heap of a movie, isn’t it supposed to be in the 1750s? but somehow the kid will and elizabeth had is all grown up? but timeline wise it’d have hector having a child while he was cursed? which makes no sense because he was cursed, could not reach orgasm, and most importantly, could not achieve an erection because he had no heart beat. it does nothing at all to check itself against the other canon pieces to make sure it works.

x. it cheapens elizabeth’s sacrifices and independence. so wait. you mean to tell me because lizzie got a little dick from her blacksmith/pirate she’s suddenly going to forget everything she’s lost (her father, her home, james, her former life), forget that she was made pirate king, and become the good little housewife that goes back to corsets and dresses when she has a ship (the empress), and a territory as a pirate lord (singapore). the same elizabeth that learned to use a sword after being kidnapped by cursed pirates. the same elizabeth that got one up on hector barbossa (only the one, though). the same one who made sure jack was sacrificed to the kraken. the same one who stood up to sao feng. the same one who used his belief she was calypso. sure, sharon.

x. everyone lost about fifty iq points to make the female lead seem smart, when the truth is the writers couldn’t write a smart female anyway. carina’s badly written. outside of her not needing to be hector barbossa’s daughter (nah, i don’t count that either, so don’t ask), she’s badly written in a way that makes it obvious they had no idea what they were doing, so they made everyone else stupider to compensate. jack sparrow is not fucking stupid. jack sparrow is wickedly smart. that’s kinda been the point of all the other movies. she could have been an interesting character, but it also pushes forth inaccurate tropes that aren’t historically sound. women were teaching university at this point. so...there’s that plot point as bullshit. the first female professor of anatomy (which was the first female professor period) was in the 1730s in what would become Germany (Germany was not a unified nation at this point, it was several nation states ruled by several princes and also a good portion of it was part of the austria-hungary empire). don’t fuck with me disney, i got historical sources.

x. it makes everyone an exaggeration of surface qualities when it comes to pre-established characters. gibbs is literally the only one that’s not wildly ooc. that’s it. jack is not stupid. he has a drinking problem - literally all of them do, welcome to the 18th century - but he knows his limits and he’s not really stupid enough to pass them. hector barbossa, the man who sailed an entire ship and crew over a waterfall at the end of the world and laughed on the way down would n e v e r be content to have a fleet of ships that cannot be attacked. his vanity is not in his clothing or his looks. that much gold on a ship is fucking stupid, it would make it capsizable. these are not stupid men. and yet according to dmtnt they sure are.

x. will’s job is not a curse. it’s a duty. as long as he’s doing the duty, he should not be all barnacally. the reason davy jones was squiddy is because he didn’t do the fucking job. shit, even the lego games got this shit right, how did the movie fuck up so badly? the “curse” is the squiddy-ness in the attempt to encourage jones back to his job. will in this movie was bullshit all the way around, his characterization was so fucking bad. and we’ve got the ending scene of awe where he was decidedly not fishy after ten years, so. shrug emoji. also, if all the “””curses””” of the sea were broken, will would have dropped dead, y’all. his heart. it’s in a chest. that’s not the one he’s attached to. think about it.

x. the guillotine was not even a thing until 1789, where it was used in the french revolution. do you know what the french revolution was not? georgian era. this is early industrial revolution era. no, these are not mix and match. and potc is clearly end of the golden age of piracy. you know when that was? early dates are 1730s. it finally really started to sputter completely around 1750. fuck you, disney, this is what i’ve dedicated my life to studying.

x. and lastly, it just ignores fourteen years of pre-established canon. i’m not tossing out 20 books and four other films for a movie that can’t even agree with itself (the magic in this movie makes no goddamn sense, when at least it did in the other four), much less everything that made it even possible. if you do, great. but understand i’m gonna want to do an au where it doesn’t exist, so it’s going to require plotting.

this isn’t everything, and it got saltier than i intended, but again: not slamming anyone, but this is my stance on it. the 20+ books and first four films are all i’ll consider canon, considering the newest film ignores all of it. if they had called it a reboot, i’d have no issue with it (beyond terrible writing) but as it stands...i just can’t. hector barbossa is important to me as a character, and it speaks volumes that after geoffrey rush has said he’ll keep coming back to hector as long as he stays believable and interesting, and has now said he’s done. because he had a huge part in shaping hector from the beginning, which is fantastically lacking in dmtnt. even in the bts pics they all look miserable, when the ones before are actually kind of fun to go through, because it’s obvious they were having a blast. so, now you know, there are most of my issues, even though it’s been said before, but i think this time i’ve covered it in greater detail. again, this does not mean i won’t rp with characters from it, but we’re going to have to have a sit down and plot session to make things work.

#cw salt #// lots of salt #; { raised in flames and aged in rust ; mun #; { leave your prison chains on the wall : ooc #// i've ranted before but #// hopefully this makes sense

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Q: If the [Twilight Saga] story continues, what would fans like to happen?

by almooreuk » (Sun Feb 19 2017 08:33:31) http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1673434/board/flat/266152251 I would love more books and movies exploring Jacob and Renesmee story. I would love the story to be from Renesmee point of view, exploring her going to high school or college, getting married to Jacob and them having children with special gifts. I would also like Leah and Seth to both find love and a happy ending. I would like Fred to find the Cullens and join their coven living a vegetarian lifestyle. I think Benjamin and Tia would join the Cullens Coven as they would not have to remain hidden. They would also become vegetarians of course. With Benjamin and Fred in their coven, the Cullens would be an unstoppable force in the vampire world. The Volturi would try and kill the Cullens once more as they are worried they will become the new leaders of the vampire world. This time the Cullens and wolf pack would kill the Volturi once and for all and take over running the vampire world. Of course, only Stephanie Meyer will decide if the story will continue and how the story will end. However, I would just love to know what the fans would like to see happen next.

I found this posted on the IMDb.com Breaking Dawn II message board, and just as I was posting my reply, the IMDb boards were taken down. Here is that reply should almooreuk happen across this blog post:

Renesmee was created for the sole purpose of continuing the story. So there may be a new book series for R & J at some point in the future. [shrug] My theories/ideas: I think the Volturi will learn that Renesmee is pregnant, and their fears of what a human/vampire hybrid and a shapeshifter/wolf might spawn will bring them out to end the Cullens once and for all. Perhaps Seth will imprint on Naul's youngest sister, when she comes to help the Cullens fight the Volturi. (Whether or not she can conceive will depend on SM's story rules. I've decided that female hybrids should not be able to conceive forever. There should be a time limit on that ability, just as with human women.) I'd like Fred to join the Cullens. I'd also like for Mele to join them as well. Perhaps she and Fred will fall in love. Haven't decided Leah's fate yet. http://twilightsaga.wikia.com/wiki/Mele

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Soukyuu no Fafner, Maya & Canon, "Summer Afternoon"

On a hot summer day, Maya and Canon end up going for a swim. Mild R-15 for boobs. Here’s your kinda CanMay, @judette-mathis now get back to that wiki work :D Author is Elmina

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Rakuen was empty at this hour in the afternoon, and Maya was cleaning the tables while Kazuki was working in the kitchen. It was very likely that it would get busier again later, so they had to prepare. Mizoguchi had been around earlier, but he had gone out to take a delivery some time ago, and Maya was almost wondering what was taking him so long.

Right then there was a sound from the door, and she turned to look, only to find that it wasn't Mizoguchi. "Ah... welcome! Oh, it's you, Canon. How are you today?"

"Hot," came the reply. Canon held the door for Chocolat then slumped in the nearest chair and took a deep breath. "The heat is infernal today, I swear. I should have stayed in Alvis." The dog curled up by her feet, obviously sharing the sentiment.

"I think it's better that you didn't," Maya told her as she headed towards the kitchen area. "With an attitude like that, you're starting to sound like Minashiro." Kazuki behind the counter snorted, and Maya nodded towards him. "See, even Kazuki agrees."

"That does sound like something Soushi would say," Kazuki replied, and Canon looked away from the two.

Maya snickered to herself while she prepared a drink for Canon, guessing she wasn’t impressed to hear them say that, considering Soushi was assumed to be one of the worst work-a-holics around. Canon had at some point commented that Soushi didn't work that much in her opinion, but not like Maya was a good judge of that considering what she sometimes did herself. Whichever the case, she put together some soda and a few pieces of ice and headed to where Canon was sitting. "Here."

"What's this?" Canon asked as Maya put the drink on the table. "I didn't order anything yet."

"On me! Just drink it, looks like you need it. Oh, and as for you," she said, looking down at the dog by Canon's feet. She went back to the kitchen for a moment to fetch a bowl of water then returned to Canon's table and put it down next to Chocolat, who was very thankful for it and licked her hand as a thanks. "Poor thing, the heat must really bother you."

Canon took a sip from her drink. "I should take her for a swim. Really should have brought a swimsuit, but I came here straight from Alvis and I didn't exactly think of this stuff in the morning."

"But I did," Maya said with a smile. "Since I did bring one! Want to borrow it?"

"Oh, but I couldn't," Canon argued, holding up her hand. "Does it even fit?" She added, slightly embarrassed.

Maya gave her an enthusiastic nod. "Just a generic one, it should do! I would totally go for a swim myself, but looks like I'm stuck here for now. Mr. Mizoguchi went out and is taking his time."

"You two can go," Kazuki interrupted. "Mr. Mizoguchi should be back soon, and nothing major is going to happen for an hour or two anyway. I can handle things here just fine for now."

"But-" Canon protested.

"Say, Toumi," Kazuki continued, ignoring Canon’s resistance. "Don't you have that frilly bikini somewhere upstairs?" Maya's face gained a pink hue at the mention of the garment, but Kazuki didn't obviously notice. "The one you bought last month but then..." He looked thoughtful. "What was the problem with it again? You thought that Dr. Toumi would tell you it's too revealing or something?"

That was as far as he got as Maya glared death at him, and he went quiet and looked confused. Canon looked at Kazuki then at Maya and narrowed her eyes. "What kind of bikini?" She inquired curiously, and Maya turned to look at her.

"That... was not it," she muttered. "It's just the wrong size, that's all! And then I forgot about it anyway. Stop making things up, Kazuki!" Kazuki put on his most innocent smile and returned to his chores, and Maya rolled her eyes. "I swear that was not the case," she told Canon. "Like mom would say anything. My sister might, but you know how she is. Besides, I totally did forget about the whole thing."

"But we could both go for a swim if you have a bikini around," Canon pondered. "Besides, if it's the wrong size for you, it might fit me."

Maya looked at Canon. "It just might," she said, a bit of smirk creeping to her face. "Oh yeah, it indeed should fit you. Come on, let's go upstairs so you can try it on!"

At that point Canon caught onto the fact that there might have been some truth to Kazuki's words. "Wait, maybe if I-" Unfortunately it was too late for her as Maya was already dragging her up by the arm and towards the stairs. She barely had time to put down her half-finished drink and avoid stepping on Chocolat, who ignored them and just enjoyed her water under the table.

Once upstairs, Maya went for a cabinet where they kept some of the employees' things and dug out a bag. "Here it is. Come over here and try it!" She pulled out a white bikini with green decorative frills on the upper rim. "See, brand new, it even has tags on. Should be a good fit, while it was..." She trailed off for a second and smiled. "Slightly too big for me, but knowing your size..."

"You know," Canon said, eyeing the bikini dubiously. "Doesn't it look a little...?"

"Depends on who you ask," Maya said with a shrug. "Yumiko would’ve probably teased me about it, but I can just give it to you and nobody's going to say a thing. You have the perfect body for something like this! Go on, put it on. I want to see how it looks!"

Canon obviously had by now figured out that Maya wasn't letting her talk herself out of this one. "Ah... All right then."

"Then we can go for a swim. I'll just get my swimsuit, it's right over there." Maya went to the side to pick up her bag and pulled out a basic red swimsuit. "There should be some towels here too, let me go get them." She went to another room to look for them, leaving Canon to stare at the bikini. There were indeed towels in a closet in the other room, and Maya picked up a few then returned to Canon and started getting changed.

One swimsuit later, Maya put her clothes minus underwear back on and turned to face Canon, who was also near done getting changed. "Ready yet? Need help?"

"These straps need adjusting," Canon complained. "They're too tight."

"Let me see." Maya circled around to her back and loosened one strap a little. She moved her hand down over Canon's shoulder to her breast and pulled the bikini piece to the side a little to position it better. "This good?" Canon mumbled something under her breath, and she took that as a yes and did the same with the other side. "The tag is still back here," she then pointed out and worked for a moment to remove it. "There! Well, how is it?"

There was no reply at first, then Canon cleared her throat. "It is a little on the revealing side, eh?" She asked, turning around. "What were you thinking when you bought this? I didn't think you were the type to wear something like this."

"I wonder." Maya's eyes scanned Canon up and down, and she grinned. "But it's yours now, and it seriously fits you so perfectly that I might just as well have been thinking about you when I decided to get it." Canon went red on her face at the comment, but Maya didn't care. The bikini looked marvelous on Canon, even though Maya had to admit it was rather on the sexy side, not that she minded now that Canon was wearing it.

A moment of silence later Canon decided it was enough staring, and she pulled her shorts and shirt back on. "Well, let's go for that swim then, eh?" She said in a determined tone of voice. She headed for the stairs, and Maya picked up the towels and her bag and followed.

"We're going!" she called to Kazuki, who was cleaning something in the kitchen. She quickly put on the shoes she had left at the foot of the stairs earlier. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"I told you it's fine," Kazuki replied. "Enjoy yourselves!"

Canon muttered something as well, walked over to the table where she had been sitting earlier and finished her drink in one go, then took Chocolat with her and escaped outside.

"Did I remember to take any sunscreen?" Maya wondered as she made her way outside as well and stopped. "Whoa, it sure is hot here," she commented to Canon. "So where do you want to go? We can go all the way to the seashore if you want, but..."

"Anywhere is fine. There's a beach right there, eh?" Canon looked towards the sea. "The seashore is so much nicer, but I don't think I want to walk all over there right now."

Since Maya had to agree with that, she nodded and headed down the road. Chocolat was jumping around the two of them, clearly sensing that something good was happening, though she was quick to stay in the shade once they were on the beach. Maya put her bag down near the dog and went through her things. "Ah, here it is," she claimed victoriously. "It's waterproof, too. Come here, Canon! Better not get ourselves burned."

"We're not exactly sunbathing here are we," Canon said, but she walked over anyway and kicked off her shoes. Maybe they weren't planning on lying around on the beach, but it was obviously better not to risk it. "But fine. Help me out, then?" She took her shirt off and turned her back to Maya, who grinned and spread some sunscreen on her.

Once done, Maya offered the sunscreen bottle to Canon and stripped down to the swimsuit. She waited until Canon handed the bottle back then quickly applied some sunscreen on herself. "There is one good side about this beach," she said. "When we're done, we can just hop over to Rakuen for a proper wash. The seaside shower does only so much."

Canon nodded a little. "Well, that is handy at least," she agreed.

"Need more of this?" Maya asked, holding up the sunscreen. "Might want to put on the parts that aren't covered by the bikini."

She wasn't sure if what Canon mumbled at her as an answer was, "I'll kill you," or "Should probably," but nevertheless, Canon took off her shorts, took the offered bottle again and applied some of its contents on her skin.

Looking at her here in bright daylight, Maya was starting to be convinced that whatever she had been thinking when getting this particular bikini had indeed been Canon. The mix of white and green on the bikini was fashionable, it was exactly the kind of combination that fit Canon, and the garment enchanted her curves. All in all it was such a perfect fit, just like Maya had claimed earlier.

"What are you staring at?" Canon bluntly asked, noticing Maya's eyes on her.

"The sexiest girl on the island," Maya cheerfully replied. Canon looked like she wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or if she wanted to throw the sunscreen bottle at Maya, but Maya just made a mental note to compliment her friends more. It was the truth, after all, and it appeared Canon needed to hear it more often.

Canon eventually decided to hand over the bottle. "Thanks?" She said in a bit of a hushed tone, then turned to look at the water. "Well," she said in a stronger tone of voice. "The water's waiting. I can't take this heat much longer anyway." Chocolat, who was still hiding from the sun, was totally in agreement.

"Yeah, let's," Maya answered. She tossed the sunscreen on top of her other things and headed for the water. "You too, Chocolat! You're the reason Canon wanted to go swim in the first place!"

"Come on out of there," Canon joined in. She walked up to where Maya was and turned to look at the dog. "We're going swimming!" Chocolat looked a bit suspicious but soon forgot about everything and dashed to where the girls were. "There you go. Go on, run around all you want!" Canon took a few steps into the water and splashed a bit in Chocolat's direction.

Even the water seemed to be on the warm side, Maya noted, but it was definitely not as hot as the air. She made it to knee deep and stopped for a moment to watch Chocolat hop around her and then dash back past Canon. She then continued further until it was deep enough to just flop backwards into the water and float along for a bit. Or leer at Canon playing with Chocolat, as Maya soon caught herself doing instead of just enjoying the water.

Canon had her back turned to Maya as she watched Chocolat bounce to the shore to escape the waves. She laughed at her antics, not paying any attention to where Maya had gone, and Maya turned around and swum towards the shore. She then got up to her feet and sneaked up behind Canon, who was still completely distracted by the dog, all up until it was too late.

"Got you!" There was a splash as Maya caught Canon by the waist and dragged her down with her. Canon yelped, but it was too late for her to resist. While the water was shallow where they currently where, they both ended up sitting on the sea bottom. Chocolat hopped closer, but didn't seem to think anything was horribly wrong.

A moment passed, then they both burst out laughing. "Damn you," Canon attempted to sound threatening but completely failed and just ended up giggling. "I'll get you for that!" She splashed water in Maya's direction and attempted to get up, but fumbled and fell onto Maya, who failed to catch her. They went back into the water with in a splash, and Chocolat instantly swum over to check up on them.

"Silly dog, we're fine," Canon snickered at her when they got their heads up from the water and managed to sit up again. "It was just payback. And there's more to come!"

"Oh, but you'll have to catch me first." Maya grinned at Canon. She hopped on her feet and took off towards the open sea, leaving Canon sitting for the moment before she caught on.

Maya might have gotten a bit of a head start, but Canon was quick on her moves. "I will get you!" She called with a laugh and swiftly dove in and swum towards Maya. Maya managed to dive just when Canon was about to reach her, but that didn't save her for long as the moment she got up to the surface, Canon was next to her. "Take this!" Canon got a hold of her then promptly slipped, fell on Maya again, and they both ended up in the sea once again.

Somewhere towards the shore, Chocolat barked at them just to see if they were going to react, and as both girls resurfaced, gasping from air in between laughter, she just hopped around a little and wagged her tail. She knew everything was fine, but she still liked to keep a check on them just to make sure.

"Had enough with your revenge?" Maya asked after she managed to get enough air in her lungs again - and to stop laughing, which seemed to be half the problem here.

"Maybe," Canon replied with a smirk. "I do like the catching you part of this game though, it gives me a clear goal."

Maya tilted her head a little. "A goal," she mused. "What if my goal was to get that bikini top off?" Canon stared at her for a second then took a careful step back, not sure if Maya was serious or not. "Just kidding!" Maya quickly added. "I wouldn't do it here where just about anyone could see us. Now if we were over at the seashore, just the two of us, that would be a different matter..."

"Pervert." Canon stated it like a fact, though she seemed amused at the thought. "That wouldn't be very fair though, then you'd have to be wearing a bikini too..."

"Oh," Maya retorted. "So you'd be interested in that kind of game?"

Canon gave her a meaningful leer. "Maybe," she answered with a slight shrug. "If it was just the two of us." She looked away, appearing slightly embarrassed. "But this is in public, isn't it enough that I'm wearing something like this? This is just..." She attempted to fix the position of the top a little, with not much success.

"But it does look amazing on you," Maya told her. "So no harm wearing it, right?" She smiled and leaned back into the water, letting herself float for a bit. "I can't make something like that look sexy," she idly admitted. "Needs to be another type of bikini, probably, if I ever learned anything from Yumiko's fashion rants."

"That's not true," Canon said, looking at her. "You look good in a bikini, too. You used to have that red one, with the bit of skirt and stuff that looked really great on you."

"Oh come on," Maya said with a bit of a laugh. "That was, what, last year! I think that particular bikini is too small for me now, and seriously I haven't worn that for a good while since I usually go for the practical approach." She stood up and smiled at Canon. "I'm surprised you remember something like that."

Canon looked at her thoughtfully. "Ah... Well, it just might be too small." She smirked a little, blatantly staring at Maya's chest. "It's a wonder what one year can do, huh? Are you absolutely sure the one I’m wearing wouldn't have been just fine...?"

"And here I thought I'm the pervert," Maya said with a grin. "But you know?" She then added. "We need to arrange some proper beach time sometime soon, and then I can wear a bikini too! We should really try and enjoy the summer while we can. Spend some time on the beach, and maybe get a watermelon too for the complete experience."

That was something Canon was quick to agree to. "Definitely," she replied, easing herself into the water and floating next to Maya. "Maybe sometime during the weekend? Just need to make sure we're not stuck working. I've been studying a lot lately, and you... Well."

Maya raised her head from the water. "Wait, am I getting the you-work-too-much lecture from you of all people now?" She asked with a laugh. She reached to her side and dragged Canon up from the water. "Okay, we're going now. First we're washing this stuff off and then seeing if we can go take a bath in Rakuen. And then I'm giving you a shoulder massage. You're obviously stressed."

"Wait, what does that have to do with-" Canon objected, but didn't manage to finish her sentence and just rolled her eyes instead. "Stressed, huh..." She muttered as she followed Maya to the shore, and they headed for the simple beach shower located by the building, with Chocolat circling around them. Since she was apparently interested in joining in, Maya turned the thing on, and Canon splashed some water at the dog. She reacted by jumping back and sprinting towards the sea. "Stupid!" Canon called after her with a laugh.

Amused at the sight, Maya watched her hop around for a bit before she entered the shower. "Aww, I was expecting this to be colder," she then complained. "Ah well. Here." She directed some water towards Canon's head. "Better get that salt water off."

"Same goes for you," Canon retorted. She drew Maya closer and washed her friend's hair. "You're totally right about the temperature though, because a little colder water would have been heavenly." She glanced towards the beach. "And you're getting back here, Chocolat! You need a wash too!" The dog looked at them, standing near the sea, but didn't make a move. "...Or do whatever you want," Canon muttered under her breath and stuck her own head under the water flow.

"Looks like it's just the two of us, unless you want to go drag her here," Maya observed, and Canon shrugged and shook her head. "Kind of warm or not, this is nice."

Canon nodded at that. "Sure is." She closed her eyes and relaxed a little, and Maya made sure they both washed off the salt from the seawater. The air around them was slightly more tolerable like this, at least.

She then caught something from the corner of her eye and took a look to the side to confirm. Mizoguchi had finally returned to Rakuen - or rather, to the vicinity of it, seeing he was standing by the stairs and looking at the girls. Maya caught Canon's attention and nodded her head towards the road.

"What...?" Canon started, then noticed what Maya was pointing out. "Hey, old lecher, what are you up to?"

Mizoguchi grinned at the girls. "Ah, to be young," he called to them.

"Oh, you have no idea," Maya hissed at him. "You also have about half a minute to get to Rakuen and set us up a bath, before you find yourself taking a little swim in the ocean."

"Ouch, Missy," he replied defensively. "No harm done! Here I thought I should go get Kazuki or something, surely he would appreciate the sight more than an old-"

That was about as far as he got as Maya dashed out of the shower and towards where he was standing, and he took a few steps back then hastily retreated towards Rakuen. Maya gave chase, and Chocolat gleefully joined in on running after Mizoguchi. Somewhere behind her, Maya could see Canon laughing as she turned the shower off and went to get their towels.

Maya wasn't so sure what Kazuki would have thought about seeing her and Canon in the shower, but Kazuki was about to get something else to see, once she just caught up to the old pervert.

End. ——————- Author’s notes: Took forever again. I’m just slow af at writing. Written to bribe Nyah to work on the episodes on Alvis Wiki. Prompt was hers anyway, that being “Canon and Maya playing in water” which got long and ranty because things.

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