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reagans-malewife · 1 year

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Perfection

Relationships: Brett x Reagan A/N: Written for day 6 of @breaganweekbabeee Prompt: Sweet nothings + warm drinks Word count: 651 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

Summary: Brett and Reagan keeping warm on a snowy day.

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“Holy smokes, is it cold out there!” Brett called as he opened the door, announcing his return. He made his way into the living room to place the bags on the table, and Reagan couldn’t help but laugh at his appearance. He was all bundled up- toque, scarf, jacket, and even mittens- and absolutely covered in snow. It was adorable, to say the least. When he took off his jacket, snow fell from his shoulders, and they were both surprised by how much had accumulated in the short walk from the car to the apartment. As he shed his layers, he proclaimed, “I’ve got everything we should need for… well, however long we’ll be stuck here for.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Brett nodded tensely, wrapping his arms around himself.

Reagan couldn’t help herself from chuckling. She was still on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, the same way she’d been when Brett left, with the same National Geographic nature documentary playing on the TV just behind Brett. “Cold?”

“Very.”

She stifled her laugh at the way Brett nearly wiggled around to keep warm, and instead told him, “C’mere.” Reagan opened her arms, and subsequently her blanket, to him, and Brett was more than happy to run over to her.

He mumbled an almost inaudible, “thank god,” as he wrapped his arms around her, his head resting on her chest while she re-situated the blanket. “You’re warm,” he hummed contently, letting his eyes slip closed as she ruffled his hair, just the way she knew he loved.

“I thought you were supposed to be the human furnace,” she mused, drawing a soft laugh from him.

“I’m just pre-heating,” he assured her, spurring more laughter from both of them.

“You’re such a dork, Brett.” Reagan’s sentence was punctuated with a kiss to Brett’s forehead, causing him to blush. He stayed quiet though, long enough for Reagan to have to check to see if he was asleep or not. “Still there, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” he replied quietly, right before he let out a sigh; one that was uncharacteristically loud for him.

She glanced down at him, mildly concerned before asking, “are you alright?”

He nodded in response, a small grin turning his lips. “Mhm,” he hummed, before adding, “you just smell nice.”

Again, she chuckled at his answer, her hand resuming the way it’d been playing with his hair earlier. “You know, I think this is as close to perfect as life’s going to get.” Sure, it sounded cheesy, thinking that this domestic bliss was “as close to perfect” as possible, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as cliché as she thought. Brett hummed his agreement, before following with a more contemplative noise.

Suddenly, he sprung out of her arms and made his way to the kitchen. Reagan’s brows furrowed as she contemplated following him, but Brett was quick to call, “Stay right there, Rea.”

And so she did. For about five minutes, Reagan sat on the couch, alone, listening as metal hit ceramic, liquid was poured, paper was ripped, things were stirred, and the microwave beeped. When he returned, Brett was carrying two mugs of hot cocoa, both topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. He set the drinks on the coffee table before returning to his righteous spot- which was just curling around Reagan. His head rested on her shoulder, lips placing gentle kisses along her jaw and neck, humming contently when her hand returned to his hair. “I love you, Brett,” she whispered.

Brett pulled away, absolutely beaming at her. “I love you too,” he returned softly, before catching her lips in a gentle kiss.

When they parted, Reagan asked, “can you pass me my cocoa?”, which Brett happily complied to, and reached behind himself to get both their drinks. The couple clinked their mugs together before taking a sip, which made both of them smile.

“Now this,” Brett declared, “is perfection.”

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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Hey there!!! Can you please write a smut on SF9 finding out their partner reading smuts 🥺🌝 (I want to see how dirty they can go🌝) And if you don't want to write for all of them then maybe you can just do it for any member you're comfortable to write on. Literally, ANY MEMBER WOULD WORK. I really want to read something like this haha🤭

Also, I genuinely love your writings! I'm new to Tumblr but I'm literally binge reading your posts. Gosh you're talented as fuck😫💗✨

Lots of love, and thank youuuu💕

OMG YES YES YES YES

TMI: Not gonna lie, I was thinking about this when my mom came into my room to talk to me, and my recent story was literally right there just open and I was panicking. Although she doesn't know anything 💀. She's cute like that, my mom.

You are so sweet anon 🥺🥺. Go on make me cry with your lovely words 😭. I will try my best to write more and sorry this took so long 💞💖 LOVE YOU 💓

S/O reads Smuts 🤭

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader). Rough sex (YB). Thigh riding (IS). Dick riding (JY). Marking. Biting. Humping. Dining table sex (DW). Low key strength kink? Idk (RW). Biting using teeth (ZH). Exhibitionism. Terrace sex (TY). Slight voyeurism. Oral - reader receiving (HY). Somehow I end up writing the filthiest things for Hwi. Cockwarming to sex (CH). It's really difficult to think of 9 different things for 9 different people😤. Also some may be unprotected sex, don't do it unless you want kids. Lmk if I need to add more!

Word Count: HAH jokes 😂

All members under the cut!

Youngbin

Doesn't understand at first 💀

But he isn't scared to ask so he'll just ask you

The panic on your face makes him panic

Apologizes 🥺

Then you explain that it's no big deal and that it's just a story

But he saw his name 💀💀💀

So he's curious and so he does research aka Googles it

Has a mixed reaction, doesn't know what to think

On one hand, he's flattered...?

Like, oh sweet, you are reading a story about him probably railing you to death

On the other hand, why are you reading it?

Did he not satisfy you enough? Should he do more? He wants to

So he will pick a random one, read it and be like, Okay. This is how it's gonna play tonight

So determined 🥺

Picks you up for your date and stuff

Timeskip to the bedroom by a steamed dumpling Dawon

So touchy and observant

Tries his best to remember what was in the story

Forgets but that's okay tho cause now he knows what you want

More Dom than usual

More vocal than usual

His grip on your skin leaves so many bruises and literal fingerprint shaped marks

Bites your neck a lot

Doesn't hold back one bit

Secretly satisfies his wishes too

Teases you for being so ready

Teases you for every reaction

Pulls your hair

Overstimulates you

Until you're tired and can't take it anymore

He could go for a round more

So he does

It's also like, he's lowkey angry at himself cause you were reading smut which made him think, maybe you thought he was too vanilla

But after you've both cooled down you ask him what happened and why he was so rough, not that you had a problem

Expresses his concerns and you tell him that you read those only cause you wanted to know what the fandom thinks of him and the way they think he likes to have sex

Blushy babyyyy

So cute 🥺

Inseong

Bro

Do I even need to 😂

He's probably written a few 💀

He seems like he's into roleplay 👀

So when he does find a tab open on your phone about literal PORN, in words

He doesn't think much of it tbh

But is curious

He'll tease you like you are both high schoolers

Holds you phone up high so you can't reach it

Satisfied when you whine and pout

Tucks your phone in his back pocket and grabs your face

" I think it's hot "

Peck's your lips and slaps your butt leaving you wide eyed

You need a minute to process what just happened lol

Running after him you pull him down on the couch, sitting on hids lap

Bite you lip and grab his face pls

Now he's wide eyed 😂

Kiss his neck and talk to him sexily

" Do you really like that I read smut? "

You look so innocent he would cum right there

Poor man is dumbfolded

So much that he doesn't even realize you were grinding down on his thigh the whole while

Grabbing your hips he nudges your hips to continue their movement

Loves having you so close

Especially after discovering your secret

Suck him off after and he'll do any and everything for you 😉

Jaeyoon

Oo this one is fun

He won't confront you immediately

He'll just think about it a lot

" How are they so cute when they read such things for fun? "

Stares at you from across the room

Smirks at your cute smiles

Timeskip this time by Baek Huru

Surprises you by kissing your neck

Humps your butt

Pecks you neck

Rolls your nipples in his fingers

Moans in your ear, deeply and hoarsely

Pulls away dragging you to the bed

Sits near the headboard

Beckons you to come closer and naked 👀

Forces your dick in you, slowly tho, don't worry

Doesn't give you a lot of time to react

But, all this seems familiar

Then you realize that he's trying to recreate the imagine you were reading before

The whole idea made you hot

Istg you've never finished so soon

He tells you that you don't need to read those stories when you have the real deal right there

Sanghyuk

Smug bastard

He's happy that you're thinking and reading about him even when he isn't with you

He will actually read the warnings and is mildly surprised lol

Wow you really into all that?

He has no shame so he will ask you directly

You stop doing what you're doing and just slowly turn towards him

He's scared lmao

Then explains himself and says sorry

Tbh, you're more shocked that he isn't angry

Blinking you slowly make him sit on the dining table chair

Pacing you start to think of and explanation now

Is there any explanation for reading smut? Idk 😂

Honestly, he asked you so that you could actually do what the warnings said in real life

Gets up, takes your hand pulling you close and lifts you, making you sit on the dining table

Removes his shirt before kissing you intensely

Tells you that he wants to fuck you on the table like in the smut

Nodding you let him take over

Makes you cum twice easily

It's more romantic than rough

Passionate, very passionate

Kisses you a lot

Hands on you all over you

Pulls you closer and closer by your thighs

Lays you down and fucks you till your back is no where on the table

Sweet reassuring smooches when you're done

Tells you to talk to him about such ideas rather than just reading them

Seokwoo

He is shocked™

Listen okay

He's tall

He's scared that he'll hurt you if he does what he wants without thinking

Reads multiple smuts 💀

Only the ones you've liked so far tho

Fuckin uses your account so yeah obviously

Now he'll be ready to talk to you about it

So shy omg

Stutters words out cause he's so flustered

You need to read his mind, literally

Once, somehow you are finally clear about what he was talking about

You'd just laugh at his cuteness

Boy is confused ??

Pushing him down on the bed you climb on top of him

Yes climb

Needy but still shy and shocked

Wastes no time in getting naked

Allows you to do whatever you want to him

No, really

Let's you take charge that is only until you tease him

Flips you and thrusts into you so hard the bed is shaking and you feel like it might break

Strong grips on your thighs and hips and belly and arms

Definitely sore for a few many days 💀

Juho

I'm not sure tbh

Either he won't care at all like

" Oh yeah this is just their thing "

Or he'd be so into it like hed wonder why you were reading it, was it for ideas?

He already has those so you don't need them from someone else

He won't ask you about it tho

But you will bring up an idea that was in one of them

And he's down

Or up, whichever you want

Asks you what you want more times than usual

But it doesn't make sense cause you're literally going crazy with the way his cock feels inside you and he asks you what you want?

Starts moving before you answer

Asks you again and again till all you can say out loud is " More "

He's fine with that answer

Hands above your head

Teeth scraping your the front of your throat drawing so many sounds from you

He's driving his dick in you so fast that you're moving away from him

Praises you with his deep ass voice

Gives you his Vampire stare™

That's all you need to cum undone

Keeps it a secret, won't ask you unless you bring up your little extracurricular activity 😌

Yoo Taeyang

SHY BABYYYYY

So pink when he realizes what you're reading lol

But he's so mesmerised that he goes on reading it 😂

You catch him looking at your phone, no big deal

But he's looking at it as though he saw a ghost

He's turned on but at the same time he's appalled

Do people see him like that? Do you want him to be that?

He's gonna need a lot of time to process the information

When you reassure him that he doesn't need to change anything at all, he's more calm then

But on a fine ass blue moon, his fine ass is gonna decide that he's gonna try something new

So there you are, on the terrace talking to someone on the phone. After ending the call he'll come and hug you from behind

It's all aww so cute till you feel his dick press into your butt

Forces your head back to rest on hius shoulder slowly but hotly

Unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down in one swift motion and his hands are all over you

Somehow the idea of having sex in the open night sky is so exciting

Stops just before you reach your high so that he can fuck you

You're leaning on the terrace wall

Face pressed slightly on it as your butt sticks out for him

Giving him permission to do anything to you

The orgasm hits you so fast but it's so fulfilling 🤤

And your pants are being pulled up even faster 💀

Maybe you should leave smut laying around

Youngkyun

You've found the saucuest lil smut about your boyfriend

He's sitting at the table, on his laptop composing and writing songs while you are here on the bed, blanket over your legs

Now see, you aren't really one to get off of smut but this particular one was so realistic

The description

The reaction

The dialogues

Reading it made you body move on instinct

Lower lip getting stck in your teeth

Hand travelling down to your privates

Your hips thrusting forward into your hand and fingers

Your breathy moans, that you tried your best to stick to, were louyd enough for him to hear

At first he thought you were doing a breathing practice or something

That is until he recognized the pattern

Lifting his blank phone up, he moved it to look at you through it

Boy is so shocked

It's like his own private porn show

Placing it back on the table gently, he moves the blanket slowly, getting under it

Licking his lips, he tucks his tongue out, licking the area that your fingers just slid over

Gasping at the sudden feeling you drop your phone and move your blanket off

You inevitably moan at the sinful sight below you

Your lovely boyfriend, looking up at you through his lashes, tongue coated with his saliva and your leaking juices

Holding your wrist, he nudges you to continue what you were doing, with his tongue never leaving you

Gripping your thighs, he bites your inner thigh as you work yourself closer to your high

After you cum, he'll lick off all your juices

Then he'll be all sweet asking you what you were reading

Round 2? 😉

Chanhee

He'll find it funny 💀

Why do people write these things

Why do people read these things

What is the use?

He is partly curious lol

When you tell him it stimulates the necessary regions, boy is shook

Then he's like nah

So you make him read one

He can't even make it halfway through lol

The foreplay itself made him hard enough to want you and to want to be in you

Grabs the phone and sits next to you

" I'm hard "

You look at him like boy what

Then he tell you that he now understood why people read them and that he's happy that people read them too help themselves

And you're like okay and what's the point

Pulls you on his lap

Whines at the feeling of to your butt on his arousal

Makes you stand now lol

Pulls his pants to his thighs and even yours

Places himself in you so that now when you sit on his lap again, not only is your back to his chest

Also his dick is in you

Somehow finishes the rest of the fic and just thrusts up into you

Cause you feel so heavently around him

Goes on and on and on till you're bouncing on his lap

Cums in you and just stays there till you finish your work

Still has mixed feeling now tho

Cause if reads them he wants you to be there near him and he wants to read more cause these fics are very addicting

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jammatown919 · 3 years

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Best Laid Plans

Several months ago, an anon asked me to write a piece in which the group tries to play matchmaker for Ruby and Penny. This is what that turned into.

Ruby liked Vacuo better than she'd thought she would. Sure, it was unbearably hot most days and a fair amount of the locals seemed rather disgruntled about having more refugees around, especially Atlesian ones, but she'd take this over Atlas any day.

She was especially relived that she and her group had been allowed to enroll as students at Shade Academy rather than having their Huntsmen licenses renewed. They hadn't been at all ready for the position when General Ironwood had offered it to them, and while there was still a lot to worry about, everyone was glad to have some of the pressure taken off of them. Unfortunately, however, the lowered stress and extra free time had given them an opportunity to concern themselves with things that absolutely did not require their attention, such as Ruby's love life.

Two weeks ago, Ruby had made the horrible mistake of confiding in Yang about her crush on Penny, which had resulted in most of the rest of their friends knowing about it too. Most of them were alright about it, but Yang and Nora were absolutely hellbent on playing matchmaker, and they weren't taking no for an answer.

Every single time one of them caught Ruby alone, they'd plead with her for permission to set up a date so everyone wouldn't have to watch her 'pining' anymore, and no matter how many times she said she didn't want to burden Penny with her feelings, they persisted. Eventually she'd started trying to avoid them altogether, which was a lot easier with Nora than it was with Yang, considering they shared a room.

On their second Friday living at Shade Academy, also the second Friday since Ruby had confided in her sister, Yang found Ruby alone in the dorm and made what felt like her millionth plea of the week.

"For the last time," Ruby snapped, flopping down on her bed. "I don't want you to set up a date! It'll just make everything awkward."

She was trying to keep her cool, but honestly, this was starting to piss her off. This was none of Yang's business, or Nora's for that matter. She didn't need their input.

"Oh, come on, Ruby!" Yang groaned, her voice laced with exasperation. "You have to know she's into you!"

"Give me one good reason to believe she actually likes me back." Ruby retorted, rolling her eyes as Yang let out a dry laugh.

"I'll give you ten reasons," she said confidently. "You two are basically attached at the hip, she gets that little pouty face every time she gets told she can't pair with you for combat training, you literally share a bed-"

"Only because there weren't enough beds when we moved in!" Ruby quickly sat up, warmth rushing to her face.

"Yeah, but when Blake and I starting sharing, I asked Penny if she wanted my old bed and she just about cried." Yang replied. "Unless you want to sit here and argue that all of that is platonic, you know she likes you back. So why won't you just talk to her about it?"

"Look," Ruby sighed. "Even if you're right, I just don't want to give her anything else to worry about. She just lost her home, she's still getting used to being the Winter Maiden, and now she has all this human stuff to deal with. She needs my support right now, and I don't want to accidentally push her away."

Yang's expression softened at that, and she slowly crossed the room to sit down beside Ruby.

"I get that," she said quietly, suddenly much more sympathetic than frustrated. "And I know I'm being kind of pushy, but I don't want you to miss out. This could be your only chance for a while to actually go on dates and have fun with her."

Ruby let out another, heavier sigh and leaned back onto her hands, tilting her face toward the ceiling.

Yang was right. They might have a respite now, but Salem could show up any day. This chance to be students again wasn't going to last forever. They were getting to be kids one last time, and that would be over the moment Salem made herself known again. Then there would be no dates or time to worry about feelings, probably just regrets if she didn't do this now.

"What do I even say to her?" she asked quietly. "I've never liked someone like this before. What if I screw something up?"

"Just be honest with her." Yang put an arm around Ruby's shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Tell her how you feel, ask her if she wants to go out, and let Nora and I take care of the rest. We'll find a nice place for you to go, and I'll tell you everything I know about impressing girls."

She winked good-naturedly and released Ruby, who then took a deep breath and stood. She didn't feel even remotely prepared for this, but there was a decent chance it could be now or never.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find her." Ruby decided, steeling herself. She made her way toward the door, giving her sister a nervous grin over her shoulder as she left. "Wish me luck."

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Ruby found Penny an hour later in Shade's library, sitting at one of the tables with a pile of books. From the looks of it, she'd been here a while, possibly making her way through a series.

"Hey," Ruby said quietly as she reached Penny's table. "What are you reading?"

Penny glanced up, looking mildly startled.

"Oh, it's just a fantasy story," she replied sheepishly, lowering the book in her hands. "It's a bit silly, but I've never had time to just sit and read before. I'm finding it quite enjoyable!"

"That's good." Ruby smiled and took a seat across from Penny, clasping her hands anxiously in her lap. "Sorry if I'm interrupting you or anything, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Of course." Penny put her book down and leaned forward attentively.

"I was just wondering if, um..." Ruby squeezed her fingers, trying to steady her voice long enough to get the question out. "If you wanted to... go out with me sometime? Like, on a date? I-If not, it's totally cool, I just... y'know..."

Penny blinked at her slowly, and Ruby shrank back as much as the chair would allow her to.

"A date?" Penny inquired.

"Yeah," Ruby replied, her face burning. Dear God please let her know what a date is, she thought frantically. "I really like you, like more than just a friend. I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but I was scared of making you uncomfortable, but then I realized that with everything going on I might not get another chance for a while, and- Penny?"

Caught up in her rant, it had taken Ruby far to long to realize that Penny wasn't listening to her. Instead, she was just staring blankly, her expression completely unreadable.

"Are you okay?" Ruby leaned across the table and waved her hand in front of Penny's face. "Are you bluescreening?"

Back when she'd had a mechanical body, Penny had occasionally 'bluescreened' when struggling to process some new piece of information. She usually snapped out of it within a few minutes, so Ruby wasn't particularly concerned, but she had to admit she was surprised that Penny was still doing it even in a human body.

"Yes." Penny said suddenly, shaking herself a bit.

"I- what?"

"Yes, I will go on a date with you." Penny clarified, her face turning slightly pink. "I like you too, quite a lot."

"Really?" Ruby's shoulders sagged with relief, and she couldn't help the grin spreading across her face.

"Of course." Penny said with a little smile. "I would have said something much sooner if I had thought you might feel the same way."

"How could I not?" Ruby asked softly. "You're so sweet and beautiful and kind. It was kind of impossible not to fall in love with you."

Penny's blush intensified, and she looked away bashfully.

"You are all of those things too." she replied, her voice quiet and shy.

Ruby chuckled softly, then straightened herself and cleared her throat before either them could get any more flustered.

"So," she went on. "I was thinking maybe we could do dinner tomorrow around six? Or, well, Yang was thinking that, but I have no idea how to plan dates so I'm just listening to what she says."

"That sounds perfect." Penny said enthusiastically.

"Great," Ruby smiled and rose from her seat. "I'll let you get back to your reading. See you tomorrow."

Ruby turned to leave, barely hearing Penny's quiet "Goodnight," as she rushed out of the library. The moment the doors slammed shut behind her, she let out a loud, shaky laugh. She'd done it. She'd actually done it. She'd managed to land herself a date, and now all she had to do was survive it.

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Penny had to admit, she'd been surprised to hear that her best friend had a crush on her. Delighted, of course, but so very surprised. She'd been planning to keep her own feelings a secret forever, lest Ruby find them unusual or inappropriate, but that was no longer necessary. Ruby shared the same feelings, and apparently they were quite normal.

It was a relief to know that, but Penny couldn't say that all of her anxieties had been quelled. According to Ruby, the next step after confessing their feelings was going on a date together, a concept with which Penny was not particularly familiar. She had a basic idea of how it was supposed to work, but she wasn't sure of the correct way to behave or what she was supposed to say while they were out.

Penny had gone to Nora with these concerns, hoping for some friendly advice, and had been promptly and quite literally dragged into Team JNPR's dorm room for a pre-date pep talk.

"You really don't have all that much to worry about." Nora said as she worked on lacing up the back of Penny's dress. It was quite similar to one she'd worn to Beacon's dance; light green, knee-length, and very soft. She'd borrowed it from an upperclassman named Velvet, who she knew by association due to her team's friendship with Team RWBY.

"But what if I say something wrong?" Penny asked anxiously, running her fingers through her hair. She'd already brushed through it twice, but perhaps one more time couldn't hurt.

"What would you say wrong?" Nora inquired as she finished with the dress. "You two are already friends, so you don't have to deal with any of that 'getting to know each other' business. Just go and have fun. And make sure you laugh at all her jokes."

"All of them?" Penny echoed unenthusiastically. Her sense of humor was quite different from the majority of her friends, and she sometimes had trouble discerning whether something was a joke. How would she know what to laugh at?

"Unless they're offensive or something, but it's Ruby so I doubt that." Nora shrugged and grabbed a bit of Penny's hair, gently fluffing it out. "Think you're ready?"

"Maybe?" Penny replied. "Do I look presentable?"

"You're gorgeous, Pebbles." Nora turned Penny around so they were face to face, placing two firm, comforting hands on her friend's shoulders. "Everything's gonna be fine, okay? You've gone places with Ruby hundreds of times; just act how you normally would."

"Okay." Penny nodded. She could do that.

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The restaurant Penny had been invited to was a small café hardly a stone's throw from Shade's campus. From what Penny could tell, it seemed to be primarily frequented by the school's students, as the majority of the people sitting in the outdoor area were wearing school uniforms.

Of the three that were not, one was Ruby, clad in a black top and bright red skirt that just barely reached her knees. She spotted Penny from her table near the café's front window and waved her over with a shy smile.

"Hey," she greeted softly as Penny approached. "You look really nice."

"As do you." Penny replied politely, sincerely hoping that the grin on her face didn't look too silly. She stood there awkwardly for a moment before taking a seat, leaning forward so their table's umbrella could better protect her fair skin from the sun.

For a good two minutes, they sat there in silence, Ruby seemingly avoiding eye contact and Penny quietly fidgeting while she tried to think of something to say.

"This place is pretty cool, right?" Ruby offered at last, glancing in Penny's direction.

"I think it's quite hot, actually." Penny replied. Ruby let out a soft chuckle, and she quickly realized her mistake. "Oh! You meant- yes, it's very cool."

Penny briefly averted her gaze as her face grew warm, but she was saved from any further embarrassment by the arrival of a tired-looking waitress.

"Have you two decided on anything?" she asked, placing two glasses of water down on the table. As she did so, she fixed Penny with the same vaguely suspicious look every Atlesian refugee had been receiving from the locals.

It wasn't entirely uncalled for, considering everything her nation had done to theirs, but it made her uncomfortable nonetheless.

"Um..." Penny glanced down at the menu, eager to get the waitress's eyes off of her. Impulsively, she ordered the first thing she saw. "The fried scorpion, please."

"I'll have the same." Ruby said immediately.

"Interesting choice." The waitress remarked as she took their menus. 'For a couple of outsiders' was implied.

Penny watched her walk away, mildly dreading the sight of what she would return with.

"What the hell did we just order?" Ruby mumbled, so softly that Penny couldn't be entirely certain the words were for her.

"It will likely be fine," she answered anyway. "Scorpion is a common dish here."

"Yeah, I guess." Ruby replied, once again avoiding eye contact. Penny's brow furrowed and she leaned a bit closer to her date over the table.

Ruby seemed remarkably uncomfortable, wringing her hands and glancing about as if searching for a way out of the situation. Did she not want to be here? Had Penny done something wrong?

If so, she hadn't the slightest clue what her mistake could have been, but relationships were so complicated that she wouldn't be surprised if she'd broken some unspoken rule. Perhaps she'd missed a joke she was supposed to laugh at, or-

"Penny?"

Penny was jolted out of her thoughts, only just realizing that Ruby was waving a hand in front of her face. She blinked hard, mildly startled.

"Are you okay?" Ruby asked gently.

"Yes," Penny said with a quick nod. "Yes, I'm fine."

"You've got to stop bluescreening on me." Ruby gave her a small, kind smile. "What were you trying to figure out?"

Penny hesitated briefly. She almost didn't want to say it for fear that she might be right. Yet again, if she had somehow messed up the date, she wanted to know what she'd done wrong.

"It's just..." she began eventually. "You seem as if you don't want to be here. I was wondering if maybe I did something wrong? Or if you regret asking me out?"

"Of course not!" Ruby's eyes widened in mild alarm. "What made you think that?"

"You just seem so uncomfortable." For emphasis, Penny mimicked the hand-wringing motion Ruby had been doing. "I was worried you thought this was a mistake."

"God, no," Ruby reached across the table and gently took Penny's hands in her own. "You didn't do anything wrong, Penny. Asking you out was not a mistake."

She brushed her thumbs along the backs of Penny's hands; an intimate gesture, if Penny remembered correctly.

"I think letting someone else plan this for us might have been a mistake, though." Ruby admitted. "I don't think I'm really a dinner date person."

"What do you mean?" Penny inquired.

"I mean this all feels a little... stuffy, I guess." Ruby shrugged. "I don't like sitting here in formalwear trying to make awkward conversation with a bunch of other people around. This doesn't feel like us, y'know?"

"I think I understand." Penny nodded slowly. She had to admit, this wouldn't have been her first choice of venue either. "What do you think would feel like us?"

"Do you remember that night with the fireflies?" Ruby asked. Penny nodded again, a small smile spreading across her face. "That felt like us. It was just you and me having fun, enjoying nature and stuff."

"That was a very special night," Penny agreed fondly. "But I do not believe we would be able to recreate it here. As far as I know, no species of a firefly is native to Vacuo."

"It doesn't have to be exactly the same." Ruby seemed thoughtful for a moment, quietly drumming her fingers on the table. "What if we went up on the roof of Shade's dorms? We could be alone and just enjoy each other's company."

"I like the sound of that." Penny almost stood up, but suddenly remembered that they'd already ordered. Would it be considered rude to leave?

"It's alright," Ruby seemed to read Penny's mind as she rose from her seat. "I don't think it counts as dining and dashing if we haven't gotten our food yet."

Penny supposed that made sense. She hesitated a moment longer before standing up, glad that she wouldn't have to see that waitress again. Ruby extended her arm, and Penny linked it with her own as they began walking away from the restaurant. As soon as they'd cleared the tables, Ruby visibly relaxed.

"This already feels better," she remarked.

"It does." Penny agreed. They walked together in silence for a few minutes, Penny's face growing warm as an unfamiliar sensation spread throughout her body.

Suddenly overtaken with boldness, Penny leaned over and pressed her lips to Ruby's cheek, holding them there for a moment before slowly pulling away. Ruby's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't seem at all bothered.

"Was that... okay?"

"It was more than okay," Ruby replied, glancing over at Penny with a smile. "That was perfect."

"It seems our night has been salvaged." Penny smiled back at her, faltering briefly as Ruby rested her head on her shoulder.

"Yeah," she said, her warm breath tickling the skin of Penny's neck. "It has."

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lady-charinette · 3 years

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The Stubble - Adrienette Version

A/N: Basically the Adrienette version of this.

@miraculous-elcie-fanfics You mentioned wanting to see the Adrinette version, ask and I shall deliver (tho very late ^_^)

Adrien Agreste was one to always care for his appearance, partly because it was part of his job, partly because he liked the feeling of being clean and well kept.

The day Adrien Agreste decided to allow the hairs on his chin to grow out, was the day of Marinette Dupain-Cheng's execution.

It was a stubble, no prickly hairs he used to have in the beginning of puberty, but a three day old, neatly kept stubble. He hadn't thought much of it, just wanted to see how different his face might look like if he allowed it to grow or kept it at its current length.

He had the advantage of entering a secret pact with Nathalie once he got older, anything that wouldn't potentially harm his modeling career or himself, Nathalie would keep a secret from his father. And he knew as soon as he entered the car, his stubble was safe from Gabriel.

When Adrien went to school that day, he hadn't expected as many reactions nor feedback as he got.

Nino was the first to compliment him when they greeted each-other in the morning. "Morning dude! How was- DUDE!" the part time DJ grabbed his shoulders and moved Adrien this way and that, to gain the full three dimensional experience of staring at the new hairy addition growing on his friend's jaw. "Man, never knew a stubble looks so good on you! Awesome!" they fist bumped, Adrien feeling mildly flustered at the compliments Nino showered him with.

"Thanks Nino! I think I'll let it grow for a little while, or at least until father notices." The boys laughed, it had become something of a running joke with how much stuff Adrien could get away with until his father noticed something.

The longest that happened was 2 months and that was when Adrien dyed the front lock of his hair red, like Nathalie. His father's assistant had looked not only surprised but oddly humbled at Adrien's new hair color, and Adrien swore he even saw a hint of a smile when she first saw him with it.

With Nino asking if he would grow it out into a full beard, the boys walked into school for classes.

Adrien hadn't expected anyone much to notice, maybe Alya, Marinette and Chloe.

He didn't expect the whole classroom to erupt into mayhem as soon as he entered the room.

"Adrikins, what did you do to your chin?!"

"Woah man, looking beat!"

"Don't you mean neat?"

"Wow, Adrien that look suits you."

"How did your dad allow this? Are you in trouble? Are you safe? Do you want me to lend you Markov to calculate your survival chance and estimate a escape route from your house until the police arrive?"

"Max, chill."

"Looking handsome there, Agreste!"

Adrien smiled and blushed at the array of compliments and concerns, thanking everyone and quickly taking a seat at his desk.

The teacher still hadn't arrived, so the class was free to be loud for a few more minutes.

But there was one voice Adrien couldn't hear among the sea of his classmates.

Marinette's.

Slowly turning in his seat sideways, Adrien glanced back at Alya and Marinette, with Alya giving him an encouraging thumbs up, which Adrien returned.

Marinette seemed oddly silent, curiously transfixed at a point on her desk, her ears red.

"Marinette?" Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling oddly nervous when her eyes quickly snapped up to him. "Uhm, what....what do you think?"

When Marinette only rapidly blinked instead of answering, Adrien quickly added:"O-Of my stubble I mean!"

He knew she had liked Chat Noir's stubble as Ladybug, but would Marinette also like Adrien's?

The mask did wonders to his appearance after all, along with the black leather. Despite the positive feedback from his friends, he might look weirder with it than he thought-

"Chute!"

Adrien's head snapped up so quickly to glance at Marinette that he felt something crack in his neck, a throbbing pain he would concern himself with later.

"W-What?"

"I-I mean, cut!" Marinette's ears were turning an alarming shade of red.

Just like Ladybug.

She also avoided eye contact as soon as he stared back at her.

Did she call him cute?

No, wait cut? He looked cut?

Well, he did train more with his baton now that he knew how to activate all the upgrades to his suit and weapons, but he hadn't thought she noticed.

A devilish grin spread his lips, one reminiscent more of Chat Noir than Adrien. "You think I'm cute, Marinette?"

He could swear he saw steam coming out of her ears and he secretly enjoyed how her entire face light up as if on fire. "Y-Yes! I-I mean no! I mean-"

Alya quickly grabbed her best friend's shoulder and clapped her mouth shut, giving Adrien a big grin. "What she means is, it looks great on you Adrien."

Adrien knew it was Alya that said it, but at Marinette's red cheeks and rapid nod he could feel his own face grow hot. "Thanks Marinette."

His smile lit up the entire room, at least to Marinette, something so pure and blinding that she forgot to breath for a second, if Alya hadn't flicked her forehead.

"Ow!"

"I know you want to rub your whole face against that stubble girl, but focus, we got a chemistry test right now. I know you know all about chemistry from experience, but what matters is this." Alya tapped Marinette's head with her pencil and the young woman pouted at her friend's jab before the teacher finally entered the room and announced the exam.

Adrien, answering almost all the questions by heart, was still stuck on Marinette's red ears and blushing face.

Which looked exactly like Ladybug's when she saw his stubble as Chat Noir.

He definitely won't shave too often from now on.

"Dude, stop grinning like that, it gives me the creeps."

"Sorry, Nino."

Bonus:

Marinette wanted to tear her hair out. "TIKKI! What am I supposed to do?! First Chat Noir and now Adrien?! Is the world plotting my end? Is this a conspiracy?!" Marinette's voice was getting progressively higher and higher, until it outmatched Tikki's in squealing potential.

"Marinette, calm down!" her kwami flew around her this way and that, trying to keep her friend in place before she broke something in her room, or herself.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! :3

#miraculous ladybug #ml #adrien agreste #marinette dupaincheng #adrinette #adrienette #ml fic #ml fanfic #my fic #my fics #the stubble adrinette edition #marinette is a goner #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #miraculous #miraculous fanfic

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openheartthot · 4 years

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Sick Day

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Camille Prescott)

Word Count: 1,635

Warnings: This might be hard to read if you’ve been having trouble with a certain pandemic ~ahem~ so be warned there is a virus involved here. Also like one curse word.

Summary: Ethan can’t stay away when Camille comes down with the flu.

Y’all were so sweet with my first story that I’m back with another one today. Thanks to everyone that read and enjoyed, it really means a lot! :)

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His knock echoes in the empty hallway, and Ethan shifts uncomfortably. He can’t just stand outside her apartment all day. At some point, he’s going to have to accept that she’s not answering the door. Still, he can’t help himself from raising his fist to the door and rapping his knuckles against the wood once more.

The knock is a bit harder than he means for it to be, a sign of his desperation. He needs to see her, needs to know that she’s okay. Until he can see her with his own eyes, every minute that he’s left standing out in the hallway is torture.

Finally, as Ethan is reaching for his phone to call Sienna Trinh and demand her assistance, the door slowly swings open. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees Camille standing in the doorway.

“Ethan?” Camille’s voice is raspy, and she wraps her arms around herself, shivering despite the oversized UPenn crew neck she’s wearing. Besides the sweatshirt, all she has on are a ridiculous pair of over-the-knee pink wool socks. As outrageous as the socks may be, Ethan’s mouth goes just a little bit dry at the sight of her bare thighs. “What are you doing here?” Camille asks, her confused tone wrenching Ethan’s attention away from her legs.

“Erm…I just thought I’d deliver these to you.” Ethan says, brusquely thrusting a thick stack of patient charts into her arms. The excuse sounds flimsy even as it leaves his mouth. “I heard you called in sick, so--”

“So you left Edenbrook to come give me my patient charts?” Camille interrupts, bemused. “You know we have digital copies of these, right?”

“Of course.” The silence between them stretches out for just long enough to become awkward. Ethan knows she’s waiting on a real explanation, and furthermore, he knows he owes her one. “I was…concerned. When Baz told me you wouldn’t be in, all I could think about was if you’d been hurt…or…” He swallows hard. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Ethan,” Camille reaches out and takes his hand. Ethan notes the heat emanating from her skin. “It’s just a virus. And we still haven’t had a chance to talk over everything yet. The last thing I wanted to do was drag you away from work to take care of me.”

It’s true. They still haven’t spoken about the kiss outside of Ethan’s apartment, or the kiss at Mass Kenmore, for that matter. Ethan’s so buried in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t notice Camille swaying slightly, letting go of his hand to grip the door frame for balance.

He immediately steps closer, steadying her with a hand on her waist. The back of his other hand, he uses to press delicately against her forehead. He had been expecting fever, but he’s mildly alarmed by the heat radiating from her skin.

“Sorry,” Camille mumbles, leaning into him gratefully. “I’ve just been having some vertigo. Could be a symptom of--”

“The common cold. Or influenza. Type A has been going around this year.” Ethan interjects. “And don’t apologize for being sick.”

“I know what the flu is.” Camille says indignantly. “I should’ve known you’d try to one-up me when I’m on my deathbed.” she pouts, the congestion in her voice bolstering her self-pitying tone. Ethan’s lips twitch into a smile.

“You’re delirious. Can I take you to bed?” He instantly regrets his choice of words as Camille lets out a loud peal of laughter, which quickly tapers off into a coughing fit. “I meant, you need to lie down.” He glares at her, and she grins back.

“Fine, you’re right.” Camille turns, starting to pull away from him and take an unsteady step in the direction of her bedroom. She doesn’t get very far before Ethan tugs her back to him, cradling her face in his large hands.

“Let me take care of you.” he says, gently stroking her cheekbone. “Please.” Ethan knows her roommates are all working double shifts, and he can’t bear to leave her here alone. He’s certain his feelings are written all over his face because Camille’s eyes soften immediately.

Before she can say anything, Ethan leans down and scoops her up with ease. He carries her bridal-style into her bedroom and lays her down in her bed, trying very very hard not to think about what happened the first time he saw the inside of this room. Or the second time, for that matter. The sight of her bare ass is not something he’s likely to forget.

Once she’s safely tucked into her bed, Ethan moves for the door, bracing himself to take stock of her kitchen. Camille and her roommates don’t seem very domestic, but hopefully they’ll have enough ingredients for soup. Camille’s hand reaches out and closes around his wrist before he can reach the door.

“Stay.” Her eyes are slitted, her hand hot on his arm, but he can’t say no to her.

He kicks off his shoes and unknots his tie, sitting on the bed beside her. He hesitates for only a moment before drawing her towards him and wrapping an arm snugly around her waist. He runs one hand over her tousled blonde locks, and Camille lets out a little sigh, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes.

The afternoon has bled into evening by the time Camille wakes up, and by then Ethan has relocated to the couch. He’s slowly combing through the stack of patient files he brought with him. He pulls off his glasses and looks up as Camille shuffles out of the bathroom. She’s obviously just gotten out of the shower, because her wet hair is tossed up in a messy bun, but she’s wearing the same outfit from before.

“I made soup.” Ethan offers, gesturing towards the kitchen. Camille rubs her eyes, and despite her bleary eyes and rumpled appearance, his heart melts at her shy smile.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” She reappears from the kitchen a few moments later, holding a bowl of soup in her hands. She takes a few steps closer to him, eyeing the chart in his hands. “Read it out loud.” she insists, settling onto the couch next to him and tucking her legs underneath her.

“This is the case we’re working on right now.” Ethan says. “It’s Gwyneth Monroe’s assistant, actually. She had her first seizure last week, and a physical exam revealed multiple muscular cysts. Gwyneth requested our team immediately.” Ethan fights hard not to roll his eyes. As much as he dislikes the obnoxious Pictagram influencer, her assistant does need medical attention.

Camille swallows a spoonful of soup, then taps the spoon against her lips. “Well, it’s gotta be Cysticercosis, right? Cysts caused by tapeworm eggs. If the larvae have traveled to her brain, that’d explain the seizures. Not to mention that it’s pretty obvious where the eggs came from.”

Ethan nods, marking down a few notes on the chart. “Exactly what I was thinking, Rookie. Good work. We can start her on anti-parasitics and anti-inflammatories first thing in the morning.”

Camille grimaces, setting her half-empty bowl of soup to the side. “All this talk of larvae and eggs kinda makes me lose my appetite.”

Ethan chuckles, and sets the stack of files down on the coffee table as well. “That’s probably enough work for tonight. You need to focus on getting better as soon as possible. Come here.” He opens his arms for her, and Camille gratefully shifts closer to him, letting him fold her into his comforting embrace. Holding her is so nice that he doesn’t even mind her wet hair dripping all over his shirt.

Ethan swings his legs onto the couch, stretching out so Camille can maneuver herself to lie on top of him. Ethan has to admit, those ridiculous socks certainly feel nice as Camille tangles her legs with his, settling on top of him so every part of her body is flush against his. He strokes the strip of skin just above the hem of her right sock, and smiles as he feels her smooth skin break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you for taking care of me today.” Camille whispers against his chest. “I know we still need to talk, but--”

“Shh.” Ethan commands softly, tilting her chin up so he can meet her eyes. “I’ll always take care of you.” A slight shiver runs through Camille’s body, and Ethan suddenly realizes how close he is to her. Without thinking, he closes the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers.

“Ethan!” Camille protests weakly, pulling back after a kiss that is entirely too short for Ethan’s liking. “You’ll get sick.” she scolds him.

Ethan grunts. “I don’t care.” He grips her chin in his fingers, returning her lips to his. Her warm fingers reach up to touch his face, skating over his beard as she kisses him back. Even with the dry heat of her fevered skin and the taste of cherry cough drops on her tongue, she’s still the best thing he’s ever tasted.

He thinks he could probably keep kissing her forever, but eventually she breaks away to cough, which for some reason he finds endearing rather than disgusting. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, and she nestles her head into the crook of his neck, clearly intending to fall asleep again right there on top of him.

“I’ll take care of you,” Camille promises sleepily, “when you inevitably get sick from this.” And that’s when Ethan realizes that he really must be in over his head. Because if falling ill means he’ll get to spend another day curled up in bed with Camille, then he can’t think of a single thing he’d like to do more.

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chaletnz · 3 years

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Furano Trip

To make the most of my two days off I decided to drive to Furano after finishing work, to ensure I would be able to see the lavender first thing in the morning. I packed up the car and had a shower, then headed off. About 5 minutes after leaving home, I approached a cat sitting calmly in the middle of my lane, I screeched to a stop and the cat didn’t run so I rolled over the top and then it must’ve slunk away. It was enough to give me a fright, I drove a little slower from that point on since I was still in town. Well, after clearing Kutchan town I was on a country road on the way towards the mountains and the second cat was not as lucky... He darted out from a farmhouse and I saw his little ginger face in the split second before he bounced into the right front tyre. There was a bit of a thud but no bump. He ran off into the bushes. Very shakily I pulled over and went to investigate, there was a woman there who could speak English and she said she had seen him run down into the bushes surrounding the farm. I left with an eerie feeling that maybe I should go back home and drive tomorrow, like these cats were meant to be a sign. I drove on for about an hour, my lights on highbeam and my eyes on high alert – I was more concerned about deer now. I pulled over after another hour or so and sent a message to my mum just in case the universe was conspiring, and then the spookiest part... As I was sitting in the car recording my message, a third cat came running towards me! In the middle of nowhere! Very carefully I drove around it and back on to the road and that was thankfully the last cat I saw on the drive. After that it was smooth, I stopped for a late night McDonald’s at Chitose and then drove on until I found a nice big parking lot with a 24 hour toilet. There were bugs everywhere in the heat of a warm summer’s night, flying around the lights of the toilet building. I slept quite well all things considered.

The next morning I woke up around 6am when the heat in the car simply became too much to bear. It was gearing up to be at least 30 degrees today. Somehow the exact time I wanted to use the bathroom there was a cleaning crew surrounding it and I could just quickly brush my teeth and wash my face before leaving. I started by visiting a large campground park that I had intended on staying at last night but didn’t quite reach there, and luckily I hadn’t because it was a crowded carpark with a far worse toilet! I drove up to the first lavender field of the day, Choei Lavender Farm. There was a winding road up the back to reach a mountaintop viewpoint overlooking the lavender and the Kamifurano township. I battled to take some videos with my GoPro that seemed to be struggling in the heat already – by 8am it was already 28 degrees. Japan doesn’t do daylight savings so it means that sunrise is about 3am in summer so the hottest part of the day is earlier in the morning than you would expect. I parked down at the bottom of this farm and took a few more photos although it wasn’t possible to get a good angle of the word “Kamifurano” spelled out in Hiragana in large lettering filled with colourful flowers. I decided to get some gas because Kimbo was already thirsty again, and then arrived at Farm Tomita just before 9am. As Google maps directed me there, she made sure to inform me “this destination will be closed when you arrive” but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to wait for 10 minutes in the carpark. Well it seemed that the Japanese had the same idea! The main parking lot was already full and the parking attendant waved his lightsaber to guide me right down to the back lot. Furano has great flower fields but not much shade so poor Kimbo had to suffer in the sun while I went for a walk around. By now it was 30 degrees and humid. Japanese people carried umbrellas and wore full length sleeves in the heat. Many people were dressed up in their Sunday best to take family photos in the lavender with a bouquet purchased from the gift shop for 500 yen. Dogs were posed for photos and then taken back into the shade where they could lie down. I took my photos and walked around the perimeter but it was far too hot for me so I had to browse in one of the air conditioned gift shops to cool down. I tried to walk up the side of one of the more shady lavender fields but it was deceivingly steep and I struggled to get halfway! It was time for an ice cream break by 9.30am, and of course I had to try the lavender ice cream again. It was a soft purple colour, with a mild taste and started dripping immediately. Luckily there was a shady seat to sit and eat it and appreciate the views of Kamifurano and the mountains in the distance. In winter Furano is also a hugely popular ski resort that is often paired with Niseko for longer snowsports trips. To distract my thoughts, a child squeaked in with those annoying shoes that sound like you’re standing on a plush toy squeaker with every step. All heads turned to look at the child, who promptly trips up and starts scream-crying uncontrollably. And now my relaxing ice cream break was ruined. I walked around a little bit more and bought a few postcards and lavender things to send home then sat down for a drink and a potato croquette for an early lunch. I had been waiting around for a bit because I wanted to visit a café nearby that opened only at 12pm. It was relaxing anyway to sit and watch Japanese people enjoying the lavender and trying to get the best photos when the entirety of the scene is purple!

I drove to Kamifurano town and parked at the post office as I couldn’t find any free parking lots near the Polar Coffee café, I withdrew some cash and then walked there as a loud alarm sounded through the city – presumably a test as no one seemed even mildly concerned. On Instagram yesterday I’d seen that my colleagues Tim and Nick had come to this café which is owned by a Taiwanese guy (they’re also Taiwanese) and it had a good vibe from their photos so I was determined to try! It was even better than expected, I ordered a flat white and it was not only very Instagrammable but also cheaper than anywhere in Niseko. Cooling down in the air conditioned café was also a highlight. After my coffee I made the long drive to Asahikawa to see a rice field. But not just any rice field, one planted very carefully with different varieties of rice that had coloured shoots. The reason I made this long drive just for a rice field is because the second half of July is the perfect time to view such rice fields - the rice shoots have grown in and are brightly coloured at this time. I was very proud of myself as I directed myself to the field. Although a lot of people online said it was so hard to find, I had no trouble at all. Actually my Google map would have led me exactly there but I followed some signposts instead that said “tanbo art” on them in Japanese, and the reason I was so proud – I could actually read what it said! I was the only person there so I parked where I pleased and climbed up the viewing platform to see the art. Unfortunately the field was so wide that it was hard to take a photo of the entire thing, even with panorama! The design changes each year and this time it was a couple of anime characters, there was also something written way off to the left that wasn’t really visible from the platform and I could only see “2021” and some squashed Japanese characters from the ground. Anyhow, it was a very unique attraction and I was glad I had made the trip to see it. My next destination was the Ningle Terrace; a series of log cabin-esque boutique shops arranged along a wooden walkway in the forest. If my phone wasn’t so terrible with capturing greenery then it would’ve been another Instagram-worthy place to see but other than a cool photos the souvenirs were quite expensive and many of the shops were closed anyway. I took a long drive from Furano to Obihiro for tomorrow’s adventure and stopped at a mall for a KFC dinner. Usually Japanese KFC is great, but this one had unfriendly staff and they gave me a half frozen burger which I had to send back for a fresh one. I bought a few supermarket supplies and then drove towards the small Obihiro airport once it was dark to find a suitable parking space for the night. I passed the airport parking lot as it there were too many floodlights which would make it hard to sleep, further up the road there was a small shoulder so I stayed there in the pitch black instead, with a nice forest on either side. I got out of the car to change into my shorts to sleep but I heard rustling in the bushes and freaked out! Instead I changed inside with the doors locked. I felt a little uneasy falling asleep as there had been searchlights beaming around the sky that I’d assumed were to find intruders sneaking into the abandoned Gluck Kingdom theme park and I worried someone would knock on my car window and tell me to move on. Of course I didn’t want to get caught on my urban exploring but I thought “you would have to be absolutely insane to venture in there at night”. As it turned out though, the lights were for the airport perimeter security and nothing to do with the theme park coincidentally located about a kilometre opposite.

#Japan #Furano

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idontknowwhatyoumean · 4 years

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lbotw countdown day 1

@lbotw-countdown-event

I’m very late but oh well. Thanks for organising this event!

22 August 2020

Prompt: Bromance

Summary: Alec and Lily in a Coffee Shop!AU

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Quote that this prompt reminded me of:

“Sleep, Lily,” Alec said, gently. “I’ll watch the doors.”

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It was early in the morning and already the coffee shop was filling with rather quickly with disgruntled businessmen and bleary-eyed college students all waiting in line for their daily shot of caffeine. It was Alec and Lily’s shift, as it was most early mornings and late evenings, and Lily manned the cash register as Alec brewed the drinks.

They were an efficient team, and morning rushes weren’t too much of a problem for them; Lily was a had been working at the cafe for a rather long time and Alec was particularly good with remembering the drinks and making them quickly and accurately. They had the same shifts for a while now, after they had managed to get past the initial awkwardness and frostiness that came with not understanding the other’s particular brand of humour and contrary personalities. Lily was playful and cheeky, but she could also be serious and earnest, and sometimes she was both; Alec hadn’t been able to figure out when she was what for the longest and that threw him for a loop. Alec, on the other hand, had amused Lily to no end with his socially awkward nature the first time they met and it was only after witnessing his blunt tendencies that she began to respect him as well.

And now, well, now they were pretty good friends. Really good friends, if Alec was being honest with himself.

“Hey, Alec!” She called out, and Alec could already hear the mischief in her voice. “One order of pure black with a dollop of annoying blond and on the side!”

Translation: Jace and Clary were here. And probably Izzy and Simon too. Alec suppressed a groan as he completed the last few of his orders and peeked round the counter to see the line. Unfortunately, the early morning horde had thinned out and there were only one or two regulars in the shop. He could spot his siblings crowding up the front of the counter, no one else behind them. Surprisingly, he couldn’t see Simon, his sister’s boyfriend.

After confirming his fears, he dipped back behind the row of large coffee machines, hurrying to escape his siblings. He loved them, truly, and was grateful for their presence in his life. Except during his work shifts. Somehow, his and Izzy’s constant presence and teasing of Jace during his work shifts at the art supply store next to Garroway Books during Alec’s Junior year of high school had backfired on him. Upon Jace’s quitting of his part time job at the art supplies store (thanks in part to him and Clary starting to date and the large number of new workers and customers Jace had managed to attract during his tenure as art supplies salesperson) and Alec’s employment at the coffee shop to pay his share of the bills, Alec and Izzy’s tradition had evolved into Jace and Izzy’s tradition of disrupting another sibling at his place of work.

The payback was not fun.

“Hey Alec!” Jace hooted at him from beyond the counter. “Oh, come on. Izzy, can you believe this guy?”

Alec tuned out his sister’s response as hands even moved quicker than normal to brew Clary’s favourite daily beverage. He could already feel the tips of his ears flushing red and cursed how the empty the coffee shop was at the moment. His siblings, no matter how cheeky and disruptive they could be, normally toned down their teasing and loudness when there were more people. Alec would gladly take on twelve more elaborate six word coffee orders if it meant not dealing with the teasing.

“You’re so dramatic,” Lily laughed at him as she came up to him, eyeing the takeaway cup of coffee in his hands. “And here I thought that was Magnus’ thing.”

Alec wordlessly passed her the cup, only to be dragged by her out to the front.

“Here you go,” Lily smirked down at Clary, who looked a little embarrassed at Jace and Izzy’s antics.

She grinned up at both her and Alec. “Ahhh coffee, my love. Thanks, guys.” She then leaned forward towards Alec in an exaggerated whisper, “I’m sorry about these guys. They overheard Simon apologising about not being able to meet for coffee and decided it was only their duty to accompany me instead.”

“And where is Simon?”

“Oh, he has an early meeting with his band.”

“And how nice of you to join us, big brother,” Izzy said, her arm propped up on the counter and giving Alec the most innocent gaze that Alec definitely didn’t believe.

“Or rather, how nice of Lily to bring you out here,” Jace cut in. “Is your brain getting stale from all the caffein you’ve been inhaling all day?”

Alec rolled his eyes at them. “Why are you the way that you are?”

“Payback, brother mine,” Jace grinned at him and Izzy laughed.

“Just wait til you get a job, Iz,” Alec muttered.

“Oh thanks for the concern, but don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get some part time work at an office or somewhere. You might let your guard down in an obscure art supply store, Alec, but I know you wouldn’t do anything if I worked somewhere else. Jace was just unlucky.”

Alec didn’t really have anything to say to that. “Okay, okay, now that you’ve had your share of fun embarrassing me at my place of work, why don’t you go run off now — ”

“No way, don’t make them go! This is too much fun!” Maia, one of the few regulars still in the coffee shop, chimed in. She lifted her large cup to her lips to hide her smile at Alec’s subsequent glare.

“Don’t you guys have school or something?” Alec pleaded, casting a glance at Clary.

“Yes, yes we do,” she said, hooking an arm around Jace’s and leading them out the store. “Come on guys, we can come see him again next week or something.”

—

“Thank the angel,” Alec muttered as he retreated sulkily back behind the coffee machines. Lily followed him and Alec turned an eye on her. “And I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t help much either.”

“Of course,” she said breezily. “Why would I turn down such prime entertainment for no good reason? Oh don’t look at me with those disappointed blue eyes.”

Alec turned away from her just as the front door opened with a ding and Lily left to tend to the order. From what he could hear of her sultry “Well, hello”, he could deduce that the customer was hot. From her next “well of course, we can help you with that, you delicious peanut-butter-and-Jem sandwich”, Alec knew who it was and what his order would be.

Alec took several steps towards the cash register and was right. Jem Carstairs was standing at the counter, waiting patiently for Lily to package up two boxes. Will Herondale (Jem’s best friend? boyfriend? Alec was kind of unclear) was waiting behind him.

“Hello, Alec,” Jem greeted politely. “How have you been? How’s Magnus?”

Alec had heard of Jem and Will, and their friend (girlfriend? Alec was also unclear) Tessa, though he didn’t know any of them them well. They had been in the year above him at school, a close, exclusive group, and Alec wasn’t exactly a social butterfly. And there was also the fact that Alec and Izzy had almost gotten into a fight with Will back at the start of middle school when Jace had been adopted by the Lightwoods instead of moving in with his aunt and uncle and cousin Will. It had been complicated back then.

“Hi, Jem, Will,” Alec greeted back. “I’ve been fine. And Magnus is as magnificent as ever.”

Jem and Will traded secret grins at that, accompanied by a teasing (or at least, Alec hoped it was teasing) eye roll from Will who commented, “Oh, I’m sure he would love to hear that.”

“Ah, here you go with your snacks, Brother Snackariah.” Lily had packaged the two boxes into a bag and was holding it out for Jem. He took it was a smile, thanked her and left the the cafe.

“Ah yes the diamond Jem Come-and-stare never fails to disappointed,” Lily sighed.

“He’s nice,” Alec agreed mildly.

“Oh, I forgot,” Lily complained. “You’re with Monogamous Bane. Boring.”

Alec laughed at her expression. It had been things like this — Lily’s deadpan, serious teasing — that had been difficult for Alec to tell whether she meant it as an insult or a joke that had initially roused so much defensiveness from him. Not to mention that he had met her as a friend of Magnus’ even before they started working together and she and her group of friends had all teased Alec the same way, which Alec had definitely not appreciated.

“Oh,” Lily blinked up at the cafe clock. “It’s almost ten. Well, you have to get going to class. Unless… you want to spend the rest of the day with the amazing me?”

Alec shook his head and suppressed a grin (Lily shouldn’t be encouraged). “See you later, Lily.”

“Oh, boring.”

—

It was raining lightly when Alec came in for his evening shift. He didn’t have an umbrella with him and so had to brave the storm with only his backpack and was incredibly thankful that he hadn’t needed his laptop that day.

Lily gave him and his damp clothes a raised eyebrow as she drawled out a greeting over the counter. “Had a little date with the rain, Lightwood? Tsk tsk, I know a little someone who would be incredibly jealous someone else got to tousle those ‘silky smooth’ locks of yours.” She gestured to the

“Hello to you too, Lily,” Alec said. “Do we have any spare towels?”

“In the back.”

Alec stepped into the backroom, dumping his bag by the door and grabbing one of the towels to dry off. By the end, his hair was fluffed up by the towel, sticking up and in a general mess. Alec attempted to flatten it down to its usual state, to no avail, and he quietly resigned himself to his fate, reaching over to take his staff apron and putting it on.

When he came out the backroom, he was greeted by Lily’s peals of laughter.

“Oh, Alec,” she grinned. “Your hair.”

“Yes, yes, I get it,” Alec grumbled, taking refuge at his usual spot. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

She shook her head. “Wow, aren’t you lucky your siblings aren’t here right now.”

That thought was just dreadful and he groaned.

“Don’t worry, they aren’t,” she told him. “And get moving. You’re just in time for an order of sugar-free vanilla latte with two shots of expresso.”

And Alec was whisked into the normal bustle of the shop’s evening fans. The coffee shop didn’t serve any heavy food or drinks, only a few cakes and pies, so it wasn’t as popular at that time of day when most people were looking to get dinner. Unless your dinner was cake.

“Don’t look now, Alec,” Lily called. “But there’s a special someone here to see you.”

Alec knew that tone.

He took the few steps that separated him from Lily’s place at the cashier and his heart gave an absolutely embarrassing start at the sight of bright eyes and a loving smile. Unbidden, his own lips lifted into what he was sure was a sappy smile as well.

“Well, Magnus,” Lily grinned. “What would you like to order?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Magnus said flippantly. “Maybe a mocha. Maybe a surprise. Oh, but definitely that hottie standing next to you.” And he dropped Alec is glittery wink.

Alec could definitely feel his face heating up a little — even after two years, he wasn’t quite used to Magnus’ flirtations — and the heat worsened at the sound of Lily’s reply of “oh, we can definitely do that.”

“Lily!” Alec noticed, for the first time, the small group of people standing behind Magnus. Raphael Santiago, Lily’s closest friend, somehow managed to look appalled whilst sporting a grumpy scowl. “We do not encourage Bane’s disasters.”

“Oh, then I suppose we can’t help you, Magnus,” Lily told him serenely. “I suppose you’ll have to find your own way to wooing Alec here.”

“Lily,” Alec chided, exasperated.

“Yeah, let’s move on so the rest of us can get an order,” Ragnor complained from his spot at the back of the group, next to Catarina who just smiled indulgently.

“Well, why don’t you surprise me with a drink, Alec?” Magnus smiled at him.

“Leave it to me.”

Truth be told, Magnus was a total coffee snob. He could be very picky about his coffee and usual only drank from the most artisanal of coffee places. He mostly only stepped foot in a regular coffee shop when he was either meeting friends, or wanted to see Alec.

“There’s that sappy smile of yours,” Lily commented, sidling up to him, a sticky note in her hand. “Here are the rest of the orders. I’ll handle Raphael’s.”

Raphael was kind of difficult to please. Alec knew, more or less, how to deal with him in person, but his coffee order was something he didn’t have much confidence in. Ragnor and Catarina, on the other hand, had extremely simple order (plain and strong tea and coffee respectively).

They worked silently together, experienced hands moving quickly through the motions, and Alec felt happy.

#lbotwcountdown #yes the ending is really lousy #I'm not good at endings #or writing in general #but it's fun when it isn't driving me mad :D #not beta'ed #malec

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🎓🔍 Scene Commentary: Colonel Edition ③

Notes for [SQ3-3] Circumstances [video here]. Come join me as we talk about more theories surrounding the Colonel’s manipulation skills, hints about his history before Shay met him, and Gist being charmingly sassy.

Highlights this time include: 　❗️The Colonel's Finances 　❗️Gist and the Colonel

Without further ado, here we go:

[SQ3-3] Circumstances

― Part I: Heading to Albany ― Shay, having retrieved the Morrigan, follows Gist's advice to set sail for Albany, where the Colonel's waiting.

　The Colonel himself isn't present while Shay and Gist are on the way to Albany, but on the flipside, we got this great opportunity to see these two gossiping about the man.

　Gist opens the scene pondering out loud what the Colonel might want them to do next. Now this bit is mildly amusing because he said "I wonder what he has in mind for us to do next"―did Gist just...slip up? Shay naturally went wdym-"us"-👀 at him over here, because he's pretty sure he hasn't signed up to be part of their team...

　Still, Gist doesn't even trip over his words as he follows up with how he's really just all giddy about doing his part in making the Colonel's ideals a reality. Aside from the impressive save he pulls here, another highlight of this section is that Gist frames "the Colonel's ideals" in extremely concrete terms: "secure borders, prosperous farms, fair trade". These are very specific large-scale implementations of the Freedom From Want theme compared to what we heard from the Colonel himself two chapters back, which was more on the philosophical/ideological side.

　Next up, the Morrigan docks at Albany, where the Colonel's waiting. I just have to say that it's incredibly cute of the Colonel to address Shay as "Captain Cormac" following Gist's example after seeing the Morrigan.

　The issue on the table for their meeting this time is the French forces' movements into British territory, which is likely to break out into a full fight between the two kingdoms' armies. Now watch how Shay wound up working with these two again despite the question of him agreeing to run for more of the Colonel's errands was left hanging at the beginning of this scene: the moment the Colonel mentions that "New York could burn" if they don't do anything about the French forces encroaching upon British territory, Shay throws his weight in with them.

　We've already established that Shay's the kind of person who cares about the little guy, so this isn't all that unnatural; especially now that he's a good friend of the Finnegans', not doing anything when New York's at risk is going to sound unreasonable to him.

　However, the audience isn't the only one who understands this―at this point, so does the Colonel. After what happened at the Greenwich gang HQ and Fort Arsenal, he knows for a fact that Shay isn't going to turn his back on a chance to save innocent people. Did he, then, strategically bait Shay by presenting the fact that New York is in terrible danger and joining him is the best way to save all those townspeople? Or was it just something he said because he's also the kind of guy who's concerned for the safety of New York etc., and by saying this he's also trying to communicate to Shay that their goals are aligned? The trick to this is that of course these two possibilities don't have to be mutually exclusive―I'd say the Colonel feels that he knows Shay well enough at this point that he'd want to both get Shay to help him out while also letting him pursue what seems to be his calling.

― Part II: Gathering Supplies ― Shay and Gist, having reunited with the Colonel, head to a nearby French outpost to gather supplies and thwart French expansion into the River Valley.

　In order to dislodge the invading French forces, Gist then suggests that they raid a nearby French outpost for supplies. The trio covers a range of interesting topics during their time sailing to that outpost, chief among which is Shay's skepticism towards the Colonel's intentions behind all his seemingly charitable actions. This is an important bit for two reasons:

(1) Despite all they've done together so far, Shay doesn't stop questioning Monro. He's cooperative with the Colonel, sure, but just because he kinda sorta trusts that he's not a bad guy right now, that doesn't mean he's going to do whatever he says until he gets to the bottom of why he does it.

(2) The Colonel, again, calmly faces off against Shay's doubt by being straight with what he wants: that the colonies become "a place of safety, development, and purpose". Now this is something literally every one of us recognizes as a Templar Line™, even if Shay might not (did he? Hmmm). In any case, the most important takeaway here is that it strongly links the Colonel's concern for the common man with core Templar tenets, giving us a clear look into his personal take on how the Order's beliefs were meant to be applied to the world. He's not part-timing “being a Templar” half the time and “being a benevolent authority figure” in the other half, those two things are one and the same for him.

　On a random note: I’m just gonna mention here that Gist being cheeky as hell with the Colonel's noble "money is only a means to an end" talk in this bit is hands down my favourite part of this scene.

❗️The Colonel's Finances

　On a more serious note, the Colonel's comment on how he's "not a rich man" did get me wondering about his financial situation... I mean, obviously he's not dirt poor, and while there's that idea that Templars tend to be loaded, he doesn't look like he's just rolling in gold, either.

　Realistically speaking, being a military officer in the early 18th century can be a rather pricey career―the pay's far from great, and with all the spending for supplies and equipments, it can be quite a while until even the officers could expect to turn a profit from their job (one exhaustive source about the economics of the 18th c. British Army I’ve read pegged it at around the time they get promoted to Captain). And while the Colonel did come from what you might call a respectable family, it’s more of a modest than aristocratic one.

　However, assuming he's a long-time player in the field of renovating cities, a.k.a. the sidequest that, in the long run, gives you way more money than you know what to do with in Rogue, I guess his finances are quite stable. Now the question is, how much of those renovating gains he put back into more renovating... 😂

― Part III: Taking Down the French Fort ― Having obtained their supplies, Shay & co. sail the upgraded Morrigan to the French fort and take it down.

　With the party ready to take on the French fort, we see the Colonel show a pacifist streak as he reins in Gist, who was being a little too excited about the prospect of throwing fists with the French. Really, these two have such amusing interactions.

　Next, he shows a strategic side as he agrees with Shay's suggestion about taking out the fort's commander to force the French to surrender; he may not be against pitching a battle when necessary, but he also seems to be a big fan of minimizing the overall casualties.

　One really paltry but personally highly interesting thing I picked up in this scene is how the Colonel, commenting on how the French soldiers in the fort would put on an aggressive defense under pressure, said they'd just "dig in like a wounded bear", which does sound like an uncommon expression... I mean, "like a wounded animal" is something anyone can say, but him specifying "bear" over there just makes it sound like he'd gone up against one himself before. Considering he’d likely not have met a bear before he got to the colonies (bears had been extinct a long time in Britain and Ireland), if he did have a bear encounter, it must’ve been after 1750... Did you get chased around by this fuzzy creature in the frontier's wilderness at some point before you settled down in New York, Colonel? ��

❗️Gist and the Colonel

　Since the amount of interaction the Colonel has with Gist is second only to his interactions with Shay, analyzing how things are between these two can tell us quite a lot about the Colonel's personality.

　First, it's obvious that these two are close friends―the kind of relaxed bantering they have on board the Morrigan sounds pretty much on par with what Shay's got going on with Liam, which isn't all that surprising considering Gist and the Colonel had known each other (and presumably worked together) for 6 years at this point.

　Still, while the Colonel may be the older and higher-ranking of the two (ie.-He is Gist’s senior in both the military sense and the Templar one), therefore putting a clear superior-subordinate dynamic at play here, you don't see the Colonel trying to roast his colleague for stepping out of line (which he clearly does all the time, judging by his behaviour in this chapter), and what he does when Gist gets a little too rowdy is to gently but firmly prod him back onto the proper path. Maybe it's just his brand of leadership, but he displays similar tendencies when dealing with Shay, who has his default setting set to "unruly" most of the time. He’s clearly skilled at handling people much more hot-blooded than himself, and has a good hang of how to be an authority figure while still standing on the ground with his subordinates instead of putting himself on some distant, overbearing pedestal—honestly, a pretty good way to end up with their respect and loyalty.

　Another highlight is Gist's adoration of the Colonel's ideals. Now I think we all know that the Colonel's utopian take on Templar ideals is one of his greatest charms, but what I'd want to bring up here is the fact that, if Shay followed the Colonel because he was inspired by the man's idea of making a better world, he wouldn't have been the first―Gist had been there before, citing how he used to wonder if he’s doing the right thing, but “not since [he] met the Colonel” . I'm not saying that the Colonel's deliberately going out there to steal people's hearts with his brand of Templar beliefs, but judging from his success at inspiring Gist (and presumably Finnegan Jr.) into joining his fight, his winning Shay over to his side isn't a one-off thing.

#⟪Monrology 🎓⟫#⟪Headcanon Hour 💭⟫#⟪✠ Honour and Loyalty ✠⟫#⟪Cutscene Commentary series⟫#cheeky Gist is life

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Jonghyun/Taemin; a series of lists (part 24); PG

hey what the fuck is up I started writing this last year when Want came out because Taemin is really hot and then I didn’t finish it until a little while ago but now it’s Wantiversary so now I can post it with a friend’s help hell yeah finger pistols

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5 times whatever whatever Want is about being edgy and casting away your catholic guilt but he just looks so soft in everything

It takes Taemin a whole half an hour after Jonghyun wakes up in the morning and starts getting ready for work to wake up himself, grumbling and mumbling under the covers about how loud Jonghyun is being. Jonghyun smiles as he inspects his uniform in his full length mirror on the back of his door.

“I can't have been that loud if you took this long to wake up,” he says. In reply Taemin just grumbles more. Glancing behind him at the bed, he sees him moving around under the blankets, a little wiggly bed worm. The lump of his body crawls down to the end of the bed until his hand appears from under the covers and lifts them up. Under them, his dirty blonde hair is mussed, his eyelids are droopy, his cheeks are round and soft, and his lips are at their puffiest and blobbiest. He looks so delicate and pretty and soft that Jonghyun feels like if he touched him he would come off on his fingers as a fine powder.

“Come snuggle me,” Taemin says. Jonghyun snorts.

“I gotta go to work?” he says pointing at the door with his thumb. It's almost time for his receptionist shift. Taemin’s eyes lower, and the hand that was holding the sheets over his head falls down into his lap, where it starts playing with his other hand. The sheet covers half of his head and Messes his hair up even more.

“Oh, I mean, sure,” he says. His voice is a quiet little mumble. “I guess, yeah, you gotta go to work,” he says. “Work is important I guess, gotta. Gotta do that work. Right now. Immediately. Gotta get right out there. I don't mind. I'll just, you know, wait. Wouldn't want you to miss work. Not like you do enough work already anyway. No big deal.” he mumbles on and on, half of his words barely even comprehensible with how small his voice is as he picks dirt out from under his nails. Jonghyun looks at him, entirely amused, and then shakes his head. Walking over to the bed, he lifts the covers and sits down on the edge of it, crosses his legs, props his elbow on his knee, and then props his chin in his hand.

“You're such a whiny baby,” he says, lifting one hand to fix Taemin’s hair under the sheet. Taemin keeps looking down at his lap, but he lifts one hand as well to hold onto Jonghyun’s.

“You’re a whiny baby,” he says. Jonghyun laughs softly.

“You're a little shit,” he says fondly.

“You’re a little shit,” Taemin says.

“You're real cute.”

“You’re real cute.”

“Your lips look so soft,” Jonghyun says absently. He lifts his free hand to run his thumb over Taemin’s bottom lip. He wants to feel how soft they are for himself. Taemin’s lips move against his thumb when he speaks next.

“Your lips look so soft,” he mumbles without looking up. Jonghyun smiles, enamored inside of his heart.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. He waits for Taemin to repeat his question so he can say yes and then kiss Taemin himself. Taemin lets go of Jonghyun’s hand, cups his face, and presses their mouths together softly in a warm, slow kiss.

Jonghyun is sure that he was thinking about something else a minute ago, something businesslike and important, seeing as he's sitting at his receptionist desk with a group of bikers about to come in, but he can't remember it because all he's thinking about right now is the jacket that Taemin is wearing.

It's a normal and average leather jacket except for how the left sleeve has its middle section cut out; the fabric ripped in the middle of his bicep, and in the middle of his forearm, held together with a thin string. or maybe that's not the second half of the sleeve and is instead just a really long glove? Or maybe it's both. Jonghyun doesn't know. He doesn't really care, either, about the logistics of this weird jacket, because he's more focused on how just. Incredibly sexy. Taemin's elbow is. His elbow and his arm muscles on either side. It's just. So hot. It's such a hot look. He never thought he would be here, 31 years old, lusting over a daintily exposed elbow, but here he is, and he's not angry about it. He's just horny.

“what the fuck did he do to that jacket?” Key comes to stand next to him behind the counter, looking out of the front window at the jumble of bikers with his nose scrunched in fashion judgment.

“I think it's hot,” Jonghyun says, barely taking the second to glance at Key before looking right back outside. “don't you think it's hot?”

“I think it's a waste of a good leather jacket,” Key says. “also, have you noticed that his hair lately has been, like.” he hesitates, fingernails tapping on the counter as he tries to think of some not rude way to put what he wants to say. Jonghyun takes his eyes away from Taemin's elbow for a moment to look over his hair. Dirty blonde instead of the usual bleach job, straight and hanging into his eyes instead of a little wavy and fanned out around his face, suspiciously wet in a way that can also maybe look greasy, undercut grown out so much that it curls just a little bit around the back of his neck and makes it look almost like a mullet.

“Awful?” Jonghyun asks, grinning. “yeah. I love it.” he loves it a whole lot. He loves his little greasy biker boy.

“is it comfortable living inside of his asshole?” Key asks mildly. He puts his elbow on the counter and props his cheek in his hand, smiling pleasantly at Jonghyun. Jonghyun mirrors him, smiling just as pleasantly back.

“I think you're just bitter because he keeps showing up in all of your high fashion magazines and you're jealous,” he says. Key narrows his eyes.

“maybe so,” he says evenly. Jonghyun smiles wider. He loves Key a lot too.

“say something nice about him,” he demands. Key might be right, but Taemin is still Jonghyun’s boyfriend and Jonghyun is still protective over him. plus he knows that there are definitely things that Key likes about Taemin, so he doesn't have an excuse to not come up with something. And Jonghyun wants to hear him say it. Key looks at Jonghyun, who looks back with his eyebrows raised, and then sighs, looking back outside.

He takes a moment, but then he stands up straight and adjusts his body posture. He puts one foot forward and cocks his hip. He puts one hand on that hip, fingers splayed out, and lifts his other arm to be at a 90 degree angle, wrist hanging down, in a very good impression of how Taemin stands all the time. Turning back to Jonghyun, he says, “his little,” and wiggles the fingers on his hip. “his mannerisms when he stands are cute. I especially like his gay hand.” Key wiggles his dangly hand for good measure.

“Yeah, “ Jonghyun grins, looking back outside. Taemin is standing that exact same way as he waits around for the other bikers to get their shit together. His soft little heart melts just watching him. “It’s real cute.”

“Mhmm,” Key hums, standing normally again. He pets Jonghyun’s hand on the counter gently. “Anyway,” he says as the bikers finally all start filing in, “tell him to keep an eye on that jacket, because I will steal it if he doesn't.” and with that vague threat, he leaves, slipping through the staff room door. Jonghyun shakes his head. He doesn't doubt that at all.

Having a snake slithering slowly around the back of his neck and creeping over his cheeks isn't exactly what Taemin had in mind when Jonghyun said he wanted to go to the pet store. He's pretty sure it's not what Jonghyun had in mind either, because Jonghyun is currently on the other side of the store, cooing over all of the mice and hamsters.

Taemin is having a fun time though, sitting here on the cool tile with his back against bags of reptile bark, chilling with these little Snakey Pals while a pet store employee cleans out their cages. It's pretty rad how he was able to just ask if he could hold a snake and then five minutes later be holding several. One just coils in his lap, drawing heat from his core, another tiny baby twists and plays around his fingers, and the one on his cheek is slowly making progress across his nose. He loves all of them.

“You okay?” the employee asks him, almost sounding concerned. Taemin glances up as much as he can without disturbing his new friends.

“Yeah,” he says. “I'm having fun.” he thinks for a moment about explaining that he doesn't really do the whole Expressions thing and then decides that he doesn't care that much. Instead, he brings both of his hands together so his finger snake can play with all of his fingers instead of just half of them. she slides over, little tongue flitting in and out, and curls around his thumb and wrist.

“Okay, just checking,” the employee says. “Two more cages to clean and then I have to take them back.”

“Mmkay,” Taemin says. That's fine. He should get back to Jonghyun soon anyway. he's pretty sure that this is supposed to be a date.

Before it's time for him to say goodbye to his new friends, though, Jonghyun finds him, peeps into the snake aisle and then brightens, walking towards him. He has a tube of tennis balls under his arm, which is adorable. Maybe they can play catch later.

“Hey,” Jonghyun smiles, crouching down next to him and smooching the side of his head. Taemin assumes that Jonghyun didn't kiss his cheek because there is currently a snake on it. “making friends?” he asks. Then, when Taemin hums yes, Jonghyun looks up at the employee and waves his little cute Square hand. “hey Alice,” he says.

“Hey,” they smile back. “how have you been?”

“oh, you know,” Jonghyun shrugs. He takes a comfy seat next to Taemin, slipping his hand around his arm, and continue s this conversation with this Alice that he apparently knows and is good friends with. it's super extra cute to Taemin that Jonghyun is on a first-name basis with the pet store employees and he looks down, gently tugging one hand free of the tiny snake so he can pet a finger down the smooth scales of the one in his lap. He's glad that the snake currently chilling on his face can at least partially hide the blush that crept into his cheeks when he thought about how intensely adorable his Jonghyun is. he doesn't need to be exposed in front of his new friends.

when Jinki glances through the glass windows of the little convenience store that he's in, he does a double take when he sees that there is a small group of people clustered around his car.

Or, no; around the passenger side door of his car. Around Taemin. A group of people around his child. concerned suddenly, ready to fight, filled with an intense fatherly instinct to protect that he didn't even know that he had , he Squints outside for a closer look. he relaxes when he sees a familiar face at the front of the cluster. It's jonghyun. It's just Taemin’s new boyfriend apparently out with some of his friends, just happening to be in the same place at the same time. Okay. Jinki goes back to waiting patiently in line at the register.

Two other customers later, he buys his stuff and carries his plastic bag over his arm as he walks out and back to his car. Taemin is still talking to Jonghyun and his friends, sitting in the passenger seat sideways with the door open but his arms on top of it and his chin nestled in them. Jonghyun is pink all over, nervous, flustered, cute, and his friends all look very entertained to see him so.

“we had sudden government stuff to do,” Taemin is saying, his voice the usual quiet mumble. “we're on our way back. Jinki wanted to grab snacks.” he nods his head towards Jinki, who's already smiled and waved everyone as he approached his car.

“Hi Jinki,” Jonghyun says, voice tiny but still perceptively pleased.

“Hey,” Jinki says back. “you got the day off?” he asks, happy for the kid. He's always so overworked, so busy trying to run the motel with his sister. It's good that he has some time to just hang out with his friends. Jonghyun nods quietly, nervously. He's always nervous when Jinki talks to him. Extra nervous, Jinki guesses, because he's always nervous about everything. Jinki wishes he knew how to be a more comforting existence for him, but it's not really a problem for right now, so he puts it out of his mind.

“Good, good.” he says, just to acknowledge that Jonghyun answered him. He opens his door and tosses the plastic baggie of stuff in for Taemin to grab. “we gotta get back,” he adds. He feels a little bad about cutting this little meeting short so abruptly, but he knows neither Taemin nor Jonghyun will leave themselves and Jinki isn't about to just sit here in the parking lot for half an hour. “we'll be back at your place in about two or three weeks, though,” depending on whether or not anyone feels like going to the farm or not.

“Oh, okay, yeah,” Jonghyun says. “Umm..” he looks at Taemin and turns, if possible, even Pinker. “Um…” he says again. He shuffles a Little Closer, hands gripping anxiously in his shirt collar as his friends giggle behind him. Taemin extends one hand, cups his cheek, and tugs him down to press a little kiss to his mouth.

“See you around, kid,” he mumbles. Then, as Jinki gets into the driver's seat and shuts his door, Taemin follows his lead and does the same. Jinki drives them away, smiling at how Jonghyun waves very tiny and cute, and stays quiet until they get to the stop light outside the parking lot. Then he turns to cock an eyebrow and smirk at Taemin, who is leaning way back in his seat with his hands over his face.

“I just want to say,” he starts, “that it was really impressive how you spent all that time pretending like you weren't two seconds away from throwing up.” It was honestly one of the most impressive things that Jinki has ever seen Taemin do. The whole reason Jinki went into the store in the first place was because Taemin practically begged him for a break from the car ride. Jinki got him a nice bottle of ginger tea to help with his tummy and everything.

“Thanks,” Taemin groans, “but don’t make me talk.”

“Sorry,” Jinki says. for the rest of the car ride back to Luna's place, Taemin sips his tea extremely slowly.

“Taemin! Taemin! Taemin! Tae! Tae! Taeminnie! Taeminnie! Taemin!”

Taemin hears Jonghyun’s voice, very loud, very excited, before he even registers his hands papping all over him. he only feels all of the touches when he pulls his helmet off of his head and sees Jonghyun doing them, all over his back and his arms and when he turns, his chest and tummy.

“Tae Taem Taemie Taemin Taeminnie!” Jonghyun is still saying. His eyes are wide and bright and his smile is wider and brighter and his hands are still all over Taemin and the overall effect is extremely overwhelming and loud, especially after spending half an hour letting himself zone out on his motorcycle. “Taemin Taemin Taemin--”

“Jonghyun,” Taemin says. Just once. He gets a hold of both of Jonghyun’s wrists, holding them still, holding them down. he holds them both in one hand and lifts his other hand to cup Jonghyun’s jaw, to seal his lips with his thumb for just a second. Jonghyun puckers his lips to kiss his thumb before his dazzling, huge smile returns. he's slightly out of breath, probably because he ran out here to come say Taemin’s name over and over again as soon as the Group all rolled Into the parking lot. Taemin moves his thumb down to the corner of his mouth, across his cheek.

“What?” he asks. “I'm glad to see you,” he adds. It's been over two months and he's glad to be back to his home. Even if his home is suddenly too overwhelming. even if it's still hard for him to admit that he wants a stationary home. Even if it's hard for him to admit to himself that there can be a person other than jinki that feels like home to him. He's glad to be home.

“can I - - oh, thanks.” Jonghyun puts his hand on Taemin’s, which is on his cheek, and leans up on his tippy-toes to give Taemin a quick kiss, right in front of everyone, no anxiety or anything. “can I do something to you that you’ll probably hate?” he asks eagerly, excited, still loud.

“Uh…” Taemin says. He's very aware of everyone in the group looking curiously at them. “depends. Why would I hate it?” there are some hates that he's willing to tolerate for Jonghyun.

“all of your little biker gang friends will tease you,” Jonghyun says. Taemin snorts, looks down, does his very best to not pout.

“They've already been teasing me all morning,” he grumbles. “I spilled my fucking fruit cup on myself at breakfast.” he's never going to hear the end of it. “do the thing.” He's honestly curious as to what Jonghyun could possibly be so eager and excited about. at his consent, Jonghyun grows inexplicably more excited, enough to bounce up and down on his toes, and hold Taemin’s hand so hard it almost hurts.

hissing quiet little “fuck yeah”s to himself, Jonghyun jams his hand into his hoodie pocket and pulls out something fuzzy and white. Taemin barely gets a glimpse of a little bunny face on it before Jonghyun is lifting it up and putting it on his head as a beanie. the flaps on either side extend down to Taemin’s Chest, ending in cute little paws, and before he can even touch them himself to feel, Jonghyun is grabbing his hands and making him hold them.

“Squeeze them,” he whispers, suddenly quiet now in his anticipation, hands over his mouth, eyes locked on a point just above Taemin's head. Taemin, appreciating this new chillness, appreciating instead of just observing how adorable Jonghyun is in this moment, squeezes both hands.

He feels movement on either side of his head; Jonghyun gasps softly; so do several people in the rest of the group. He relaxes his hands and feels that same movement again. confused, trying to piece it together, he thinks. Little paws. Little bunny face. Head stuff. He squeezes his hands opposite each other, feeling each side of his head respond in kind. Jonghyun’s eyes are getting over Bright Now, watery, and Taemin hears quiet giggles from everyone else.

“are they like, floppy bunny ears or something?” he asks.

“you are so. fucking. Cute,” Jonghyun hisses. He Stomps his foot with each word that he says and then surges forward to wrap his arms around Taemin and nuzzle into his neck happily, squeezing him hard. Taemin says “oof” and then slowly brings his arms up to hug Jonghyun back.

He wants to say “you too,” but even as he opens his mouth, he can't make the words come out without feeling a very different kind of overwhelming emotion build up in his chest and his throat , one that threatens to bring heat to his cheeks. that's been happening a lot to him lately and he really doesn't think that he's ready to face it yet, so he just stays silent. it's always nice to just be silent and hug jonghyun anyway, even if it does feel like Jonghyun is trying to snap him in half with how hard he's squeezing him.

Around him, the others all coo and giggle and pet his bunny ears, reach for one of the paws and give it a little squeeze. they're definitely teasing him, Taemin knows, but for once, he doesn't really care.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #jinki #biker au #pg #i don't remember any of the shit i wanted to put in the tags #my typist is more pressed than the album #want taemin is just really really really really hot and soft so that's why I wrote this #you're welcome #I went looking for videos of Idols with snakes and there was this one video #where five girls got to play with snakes and Alice was the only one that was super chill about it #I don't remember what band she's in lamo hellovenus Maybe??#ydw

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chrysalispen · 5 years

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just spent the last week and a half really busy with day job and then cleaning my house memorial day weekend

i come requesting forgiveness and also bearing saucy nero/wol postcoital banter, as i am wont to do

mayyyy post this on ao3 later today, idk

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Long moments passed in which the only sound was the rasp of their breathing, hot and ragged and immediate.

After what felt like an eternity, Nero was able to summon the wherewithal to open his eyes. His mind felt smooth and blank, like a hard reset on a systems terminal; everything was just basic sensory input amid the heavy languor weighing down his limbs, and even those were things coming back to him one by one as his breathing slowed.

That much loss of self-control would have normally bothered him, but this time he found he didn't mind so much. For one thing, it was by all appearances wholly mutual: the hands that had slain gods and dragons, overthrown corrupt rulers, and brought low to his knowledge at least two legions of the Garlean Empire were currently draped over his shoulders, loose and relaxed.

He decided he wasn't going to be the one to break their silence, concentrating instead on the soft weight of his partner's body against his own, her skin slick with sweat and chest heaving in shuddering gasps as she tried to catch her breath. There was also the soft sensation of her fingertips in his hair, slowly and gently carding through the damp, tangled curls at the nape of his neck and brushing the surface of his skin, a tiny, absentminded caress that was in turns careful and tender.

When she buried her face in the crook of his neck he caught her scent: the slight tang of sweat, lingering musk, the smell of dust and freshly-cut grass he'd always associated with the smell of the road. Beneath that was the note of Althyk lavender she always carried with her. It made him think of his boyhood home, briefly, but in a kinder light than he'd seen it in years.

At length she exhaled, long and shaking, a mumbled "seven hells, Nero" on the back end of it. His hands wandered over her exposed back in slow and idle patterns, gently tugging her long curtain of golden hair to one side so he could press his lips to her neck.

“Are you alright?"

"Never better." The weight over his shoulders shifted and he felt one of her palms running over his collarbone, down across his chest to tangle briefly in the wiry hairs there. "Even if my legs currently feel a bit like the custard pudding they used to serve in Castrum Novum's mess hall."

Nero didn't even try to stop the smug grin he could feel stretching his lips.

"Is that so?"

"...And I've just admitted out loud that you wrecked me like the idiot I am."

"Surely you were not laboring beneath the assumption that I limit myself only to engineering-related accolades? I accept any and all compliments towards my person, sexual prowess included."

He let out a small, startled yelp when she tweaked one of his nipples in warning. "You would, you insufferable shite."

"None of that," Nero chided, rubbing his chest and gently squeezing the fingers that still lingered there, "unless you'd like to stay glued to your well-appointed sofa for the remainder of the evening. I'm sure your neighbours have appreciated the free show."

"You say that, but now you mention it those curtains are mostly decorative. This... might not have been well considered." She pushed herself into an upright sitting position, shifting her hips as the muscles in her thighs trembled from exertion. "Also I'm afraid we've left a bit of a mess."

"I can't imagine why this in any way surprises you, given that 'accosting your hapless partner before he's managed to drop his breeches' appears to be your preferred mode of foreplay. Should I endeavor to express some fond hope for a less frenetic coupling in future, 'tis for the novelty alone."

"Complaints, Scaeva?" she snorted. "You seemed to enjoy the pace well enough while you were fucking me half senseless."

"Only half?" His smirk widened by ilms. "I am out of practice."

Her fingers had not stopped gentling in his hair. He'd observed on other occasions that it seemed to be one of the ways she showed the soft feelings she reserved for people to whom she felt especially close.

The more he thought about that, the more it started to make him feel something close to uncomfortable. But he found he quite favored her affectionate little touch, more than he wanted to admit if he were entirely honest, and he really didn't want her to stop.

So he packaged those emotions and set them aside for later consideration. There would be ample time later to analyze this particular bit of self-reflection without spoiling the moment. In the meantime that soft mouth had lingered close enough for him to kiss it, so that was precisely what he did.

"Nero?"

"Hmm?"

"What do we do now?"

"Meaning...?"

"This, I guess? Us? I mean-" One of her hands made a vaguely questioning gesture in the air.

"You're asking if this is going anywhere." He made his way down her neck into the soft hollow where it met her collarbone, leaving small bites in his wake. "...I admit I do not find myself opposed to an arrangement of a more permanent sort."

"I thought you said you don't do love?"

"Pray forgive a moment of vulgarity, darling, but tumbling you hardly amounts to a heart's confession."

"I'm aware of that. I'm not- ...I'm not asking for a commitment, per se. You're busy, I'm busy, and..." He hadn't spoken yet and it made her stomach tighten with anxiety. Nero could be difficult to read on occasion and now was one of those times, his eyes fixed on her face as he waited patiently for her to continue. She decided to plunge on ahead anyway. "It's not you at all, it's just, I don't think I'm ready for. Um."

"Romance?" he supplied mildly.

Aurelia took a deep breath.

"I mean, yes, since you've said it aloud yourself. It's... that's just too much with everything else that's going on. But I wouldn't mind... something like this. Where you stayed here and-...right, well." She could feel the flush on her cheeks and it had nothing to do with arousal. "You're welcome here anytime you like; in fact, I think it would make all of us feel better if we knew you had somewhere to go, even Cid, and maybe you don't care what he thinks but I-"

Nero pressed a finger to her lips to halt the torrent of nervous words.

"Garlond aside, I am not disinclined if that's what concerns you. I think it plain that we enjoy each other's company; there's certainly little point in denying that. Seeing as the both of us are wont to be possessed by wanderlust from time to time it might even be ideal."

"Then you'll stay?"

He leaned forward to kiss her between her breasts, over the scar Zenos' sword had left behind. "I must say, the notion of having a stable roof over mine head does hold a certain appeal."

"Ah, so that's how it is." Aurelia let out a soft, fond laugh and pressed her lips to the crown of his head. That kiss had been a ploy. He was using it as a bridge point, trailing delicate touches of his lips over the curve of one breast. "Using me for my house, are you?"

"Your house, your food, your potential workshop space. ...Also your wine cellar. My time in Eorzea seems to have made La Noscean red something approaching palatable."

"Are you demeaning my taste in wi-" His teeth scraped lightly against the coral peak he'd teased to stiffness, eliciting a muttered curse from her lips and a prickle of gooseflesh along her arms. She let out something between a gasp and a short laugh, and squirmed desperately in his lap. "Damn it, I'm trying to talk, you cheeky git!"

"And I am attempting to distract you. All's fair in love, war, and housing arrangements, or are you not one to rise to a challenge?"

"... 'Rise' to a-..." She swatted lightly at his wandering hands. "That jest was atrocious even by your standards. Are you looking for another tumble or are you just going to talk me to death?"

"By remarkable happenstance," his lips brushed over hers again, light and deceptively chaste, "my plan at this very moment is to retire to a more suitable venue wherein we might continue this discussion until all possibilities have been exhausted."

"I'm telling you, if I try to stand up right now you will actually see me collapse--Nero Scaeva!" In one fluid motion he rose, tucking one arm beneath her legs and the other wrapped around her waist. Aurelia made a startled little yelp, immediately twining her arms about his neck for purchase. "Rhalgr's shit, you may actually be the worst man I've ever met in my life."

"And you, my sweet, are a public menace. Slayer of eikons. Ruiner of military careers." He adjusted his grip long enough to hoist her upper body over one shoulder and planted a kiss squarely on her flank, making her gasp aloud. "Scourge of unsoiled smallclothes the length and breadth of Eorzea."

"Implying I seduced you," she said a trifle breathlessly.

"Implying you didn't?"

By the time they actually reached her bed the linkpearl was chiming for attention, but for once Aurelia couldn't have cared less.

#nero/wol #nero tol scaeva #shrugs aggressively #look writing him is just fun ok #and i just enjoy this particular ship dynamic a lot #in which the wol and nero do literally anything to pretend they don't have feelings #i will have to get into why this is a mutual issue with them in another fic #ffxiv writing

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truthofherdreams · 5 years

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fly like a bird through the night

(Dick and Donna, after Trigon.)

Dick finds his way to the garden, to the tire swing on the tree. He tests the weight first, before he puts one foot on the tire and propels himself up. There is familiarity in the pull on his muscles as he climbs the rope until he can hang from the tree, upside down. If he closes his eyes and lets his body sway with the wind, he can almost pretend he’s back at the circus, high on a pole and ready to take a leap for a trapeze. His fingers ache for the pouch of talc powder at his hips, his feet for the soft slippers he used to wear around the circus.

“I know bats sleep upside down, but that’s taking it a bit too far.”

He opens his eyes to find an upside down version of Donna staring at him, pout of her lips and hands on her lips. Dick rolls his eyes, for good measure, before he grabs the rope with both his hands and flips himself around, before his legs slide easily inside the tire. He sits there, chin resting on his arms, folded on top of the tire. There is no denying Donna’s look of concern, now that he can see her the right way around.

“I’m fine,” he tells her before she can ask the question he reads in her eyes.

Eyes that she rolls dramatically even as she moves closer to him. “Sure, you are.” A pause then, “You know you can talk to me, Wonder Bird.”

He knows he can. Donna has always been his go-to person, ever since they met, much to Diana’s frustration when she had to drive him back home after he was sneaking into their place in the middle of the night to talk to Donna. He could tell her anything, and she would only mildly judge him for it, before giving him actual, proper, useful advice.

The problem isn’t that he doesn’t want to tell Donna. It’s that he doesn’t know how to put it into words, that storm inside his mind ever since they managed to defeat Trigon and to take the darkness from him. He feels hollowed out, exhausted, empty. Like Trigon took a piece of him when he died, and replaced it with something else, something less.

“He put these images inside my head… These memories that weren’t mine…” He stops, tongue against the inside of his cheek, looking for his words. Donna moves closer so she can folds her arms on the tire too, comforting in her closeness. “He gave me this life, and it was… good. It was very good but…”

“But it wasn’t real,” she finishes for him.

He shakes his head, then adds, “I was married to Dawn,” just to get a reaction out of her.

She snorts a tiny laugh, just like he expected, but doesn’t offer a snide comment, which is a surprise. Or maybe not. Donna is as sarcastic as they go, and she’s got her wits about her, but she isn’t mean – she would never kick him when he’s already on the ground. It gets easier then, knowing she’s taking this seriously.

“It looked like a fucking cereals commercial; the house and the swimming pool, and sending the kids to college, a good job, everything. The kind of life you hear about and you’re just like ‘this is too perfect, this can’t be real.’” He laughs then, the sound hollow and sad. “I had a kid, Donna. Tiny little thing who looked exactly like me, who thought I was his damn hero. I remember holding him when he was born, and teaching him to swim and to ride a bike, going to his school’s recital for Christmas. I know it was fake, but it felt so very, fucking real. My kid was real, Donna. Except he wasn’t.”

Trigon really was careful on the details with that little hallucination of his. The scenario only lasted two days at most, but his fake memories go deeper than that, too many and too precise to simply shrug them off as made-up. He can still smell the chlorine of his swimming pool, taste the dread on his tongue as he watched Kory die in front of him. The buzzing in his ears as his foot crushed Bruce’s ribs. The warm blood on his face. Everything, in details. Real. Almost. Not quite.

“You just need to rest. Your brain is on overdrive.”

“It’s not that.” When he meets Donna’s eyes again, they are wide and full of worry. “It’s – I was good at it. I was a good dad. Me, Donna!”

She smiles now, running a hand through his hair before she pushes his head away. Dick finds himself smiling despite himself too, because that’s Donna for you – she always manages to lift his spirits, to do exactly what Dick needs to get his head above water again. “You’re a shit boyfriend but you’re a good man. You’re good to Rachel.”

“Thanks. I guess?”

She flashes him a grin, before her smile grows softer once more. “What else?” she asks, and it’s so simple, so straight-forward. Dick had forgotten what it feels like, to have people actually care about you and what you have to say, instead of waiting for you to be done so they can talk too.

“It’s stupid.”

“With you, it always is. Doesn’t make it any less valid though.”

That’s Diana’s school of positive thinking right there, so powerful that it throws Dick off-balance for a hot second. It never fails to surprise him, how different his and Donna’s upbringing were, depending on who raised them. More than once through his teenage years, he’d wondered what would have happened, if Diana was the one to take him in. How different his life would have been, which live choices he would have made, where it would have led him.

Slightly less fucked up in the head, surely.

“I never thought about this as the perfect scenario to me, you know. It wasn’t a dream or a goal or anything. Mostly… Mostly because I don’t think I deserve it. The marriage and kids, the suburban life. It’s not for us.”

“You telling me all those years of whoring around were not to find the perfect Hallmark movie partner?” she jokes, and laughs out loud when Dick tries to kick his leg but only manages to swing around on the tire. It takes his balance and her holding to the tire to stop him. “Real talk, though. What we do, it’s not living. It’s surviving at best. And it’s not fair on us, but it doesn’t mean we can’t do anything about it. Who said you can’t be a vigilante and also have a family? Look at Diana, look at Clark. They managed alright. Just because Bruce is taking it one step too far, doesn’t mean you have to copy him. You’re better than that, Dick. You’ll figure it out.”

The way she says it, so certain and confident, it’s as if she is not letting any doubt settle inside his brain, not allowing fate to screw him over on that one. It’s as if she said it and it’s now set in stone, meant to happen. And, knowing Donna, she will force the universe to make it happen no matter what, just because she decided so. She’s stubborn like that.

“You think so?” he asks with a smile.

“I know so.” And then, with a wicked grin, “Plus, little mixed-race kids with green eyes would be so fucking cute!”

Dick’s cheek turn to fire, much to Donna’s delight. She laughs and laughs and laughs, even more so when he lets himself lean backward and away from her, and almost falls down the tire in the process. As if having a heart-to-heart with his almost-sister wasn’t hard enough as it is, now she’s going straight to the jugular and having fun doing so. He fucking hates her for that.

“I don’t hear any denial,” she singsongs.

“I’ve only known her for a week, can you fucking chill?” he grumbles back as he finds his balance on the tire again and so finds himself face to face with Donna again. She’s gloating big time now. “She probably doesn’t even care all that much about me anyway.”

Donna’s smile drops immediately. “Are you really that fucking stupid?” When Dick doesn’t reply, but instead raises his eyebrows, she adds, “She was ready to blow up half the county if it meant following you through Trigon’s protection shield. And it’s not Rachel’s name she screamed until she lost her voice, you moron.”

It shouldn’t warm his heart, twist his stomach, make him smile, have him panic. It shouldn’t, but it does, all at once. He knows he’s been stupid about this shit, about her. But he remembers her, in this hallucination universe, and him – always drawn back to her, no matter what, no matter how. Even with a demonic asshole forcing him into marrying someone else, Dick found his way back to Kory. That has to count for something, and perhaps he’s more of a soppy moron than he thought because. Well. Yeah.

“I really do like her, Donna.”

She looks so proud, and loving, that Dick want to make a joke of it. But she would turn it back on him in less than a second, and she’s insulted him enough already. Not to mention that he wants to cherish this moment, this confession. First step in the right direction, and he doesn’t want to forget about it.

“Good. Finally.” And then, with a smirk, “Wait until at least the second date before you tell her you want her babies though.”

“You fucking asshole,” he shots back, without heat.

Donna laughs and, grabbing the rope, propels herself up on the tire, her feet on each side of his knees. It’s enough to make them spin and swing, a mess of motions that has Dick grin too when she puts her weight into it and almost loses her balance.

“I’ll be a kick-ass aunt.”

Yeah. One day, she will be.

#dickkory #titans #dick grayson #koriand'r #donna troy #fanfic #ff: titans #we stand one (1) pair of adoptive siblings

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numinex919 · 6 years

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What Doesn’t Kill Me - Chapter 1

My BSOTTO would know I didn’t start out a fan of AU Reylo. And yet, like all good sisters of the Thirst Order they lead me to the Dark Side. Welcome to my other fanfic. It is no ‘After Crait’, it’s smuttier, darker and, you know, AU, but I hope it’s still something you guys enjoy. Yes, ‘After Crait’ will continue.

@delia-pavorum, @raven-maiden, @kitten-the-cat, @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie, @newerconstellations this one’s for you guys.

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15171611/chapters/35183441

“That smokin’ hot guy over there?” Rose jerks a thumb towards the end of the bar. “He has big dick energy.” Her words are a little slurred as she nods emphatically.

Rey throws a quick glance at the object of this startling pronouncement, worried the possessor of said energy might have heard her friend. Rose’s voice is loud, even in the aural chaos of the bar, and she half expects to meet a smug/outraged/disgusted glance.

“Oh. Wow.” Is all she can say.

Thankfully he’s not looking their way, but man, she’s wondering why the whole bar isn’t staring at him.

First thing she notices are his hands, nursing what looks like whiskey over ice. They are beautiful, with long sensitive fingers whose blunt, square tips make them appear infinitely capable.

Of pleasuring a woman . . .

Or snapping a man’s neck.

A shiver runs over her as she watches him bring the glass to his lush mouth. Proud nose and brow, thick sable hair.

She turns back to Rose who smiles knowingly and mouths ‘big dick energy’ before saying in a still too-loud tone, “This is why you don’t need a little weasel like Hux bossing you around constantly. He has small dick energy. It’s why he’s so aggressive, like a weeny little dog. With a weeny little—”

“Yes, Rose we get your point, hon.” Paige grins good-naturedly at her sister and rolls her eyes. “Rey can’t very well start causing a ruckus in her first week of work at—what’s it called again?”

“Hosnian Solutions”.

“He’s probably just the kind of boss who’s tough on new employees.” Paige shrugs and sips her strawberry margarita.

Rey ignores Rose’s counterargument which still involves the word ‘dick’ and sneaks another glance at BDE guy.

He’s big all right.

Shoulders and arms sculpted and thick through the thin knit of his jumper. The depth between chest and back says there is even more muscle on his body. She snatches another quick peek at his face.

He is staring straight at her.

The shocking intensity of his gaze is almost physical and her lips part over a silent gasp as they lock stares.

His eyes are velvet dark, full of shadows. A scar runs down the right side of his face. Whatever happened narrowly avoided his eye socket. The mark disappears under the high neck of his clothing.

She wonders how far it goes . . .

Another shiver wracks her and she drops her gaze, even as part of her wants to defy the provocative glint she sees in his, instead of backing down.

You do not meet that sort of challenge from that sort of man.

He epitomizes the word ‘dangerous’.

Not just to girly hearts or womanly sanity. The man is panty-dropping hot, but he looks like a bloody serial killer.

Those few seconds of contact have sucked all the air out of the room. Rey takes a moment to gather her blown mind and incidentally re-oxygenate it.

Then she risks another shot at contact.

The bar is empty. Not empty-empty, even though a fire alarm could probably have gone off and she wouldn’t have noticed, trapped in that stormcloud gaze.

It’s empty of him. He’s gone and the way in which her heart and stomach elevator plummet, she half expects to see them hit the floor.

She can’t stop her desperate gaze from sweeping the room, but there’s no tall, dark stranger with powerful shoulders and thick, silky hair.

Every other man is a pale imitation.

Gritting her teeth against the ridiculous disappointment, Rey turns back to her friends.

Finn, Rose’s boyfriend is joking with Paige about her best friend Poe. Everyone is giggling about his obsession with the latest home digital assistant. His insistence on calling it ‘beebee’, because, duh, it’s shaped like a ‘B’ has lead to some hilarious mistakes.

Like when he ordered flowers for his friend Tallie-short-for-Tallisa and ended up sending her a beehive starter kit.

“Tallie is allergic to bees.” Paige’s expression is deadpan before she breaks into giggles.

“It’s not beebee’s fault!” The object of their conversation walks up, dark eyes sparkling with mirth.

Poe might be unpredictable and downright annoying at times, but he can at least laugh at himself.

Unlike the guy. Rey doubts he’s ever smiled in his life, despite the generous mouth, his face is not one that appears prone to humour.

“Hey. Poe.” Finn’s strange awkwardness catches Rey’s attention. He has his arms out for a manly hug, but is half-hesitating as though he thinks this might not be welcome. Poe seems oblivious, going into the greeting wholeheartedly, slapping Finn on the back and calling him ‘buddy’.

Just for a moment, Rey wonders if they’ve had some kind of argument, but she dismisses it a moment later as the strange tension eases.

Another round of drinks are ordered and she is grateful for the distraction. She needs to forget the stranger and regain her usual calm.

But she glances around the bar far too often in search of a pair of dark eyes, the strangest feeling prickling up her spine.

* * *

“What do you think of the girl?”

Kylo experiences his shock as an inner flinch. Outwardly he’s aware he hasn’t moved a muscle.

No one ever sneaks up on him. But such is his absorption in the cctv feed from the front office that Hux, who only knows how to verbally backstab, has managed to do so.

He snaps his attention to the slim redhead. “What girl?”

His tone is a ferocious snarl.

Hux twitches nervously but also looks mildly surprised.

The girl is currently in full view on the screen he’s just been staring at. “Does she know?”

“No.” Hux’s tone is instantly laced with gloating satisfaction. “She thinks we are what we appear to be on the surface, a company that finds permanent solutions to business problems. If she’s ever questioned, no one would be able to discover our true operations.”

The redhead’s pale, icy gaze flicks over Kylo. “What we really are.”

“You’re certain?”

“Yes. Why are you so concerned, Ren, she’s just a secretary.” Snoke’s right-hand man’s contempt is palpable.

He ignores the question. “Particulars?”

“Rey Neminem, nineteen, recently completed her A-levels in London, whatever that means. Moved here two months ago. Friends with two sisters, Paige and Rose Tico, Finn, no last name and Poe Dameron. All check out.”

“Boyfriend?” Kylo has no idea why Hux’s hesitation over answering should make him want to slit the other man’s throat. His blade hand clenches.

“No. No boyfriend.” Hux flicks through the digital files busily, unaware how close he’s come to dying.

Kylo relaxes his fist. He is Master of the Knights of Ren, as the group of assassins he belongs to are known, he should have better control. He’s been slipping lately.

The girl.

He’s not surprised she was in the bar the other night, it’s close to Hosnian Solution’s offices and Friday drinks after work appears to be a popular activity. Nothing that can be considered a problem.

His response to her is a problem.

Meeting her frank, hazel eyes had been like breaking the surface of a dark pool after going too deep.

Shocking, invigorating, instantly arousing, a fucking revelation.

He’d left, fast. Not looking back. He’d gone straight to his penthouse apartment, slamming the door. After a moment of hesitation heading to the bathroom.

Staring at himself in the mirror he’d seen eyes like black pits of terror, pulse jumping in his throat, scar itching. He’d ripped his clothing off, breath sawing in his chest.

Then he’d taken the throbbing length of his erection in his hand and did something he had only done a couple of times in his mid-teens.

Before Snoke, his apprenticeship, his uncle trying to kill him, before it all went wrong.

After the first couple of strokes he realizes he needs . . .

Fuck. The scented body oil makes his grip a smooth glide that almost buckles his knees. He closes his eyes, imagines it’s the girl’s hand, her mouth, stroking the length of his cock.

The way she catches her tongue between her teeth when she laughed at her friend’s jokes is so fucking sexy. He pictures her running it up the underside of his erection, laving the head, sucking the tip before taking as much of him as she can down her throat.

“Fuuck.” His hoarse shout echoes through the large bathroom, creamy jets of cum shoot across the black marble countertop. His knees really do give out and he crashes to the floor on hand and knees, still milking his cock, lips tight over bared teeth, over the feel of it. The heat pulsing through him in a wave close to euphoria.

He is ruined.

By a pair of gold-flecked eyes, flushed cheeks and wispy hair in a messy bun, fine bones and boyish figure.

He recalls his only coherent thought in the aftermath of his loss of control—Thank fuck he never has to see her again.

Yet here she is.

#reylo fanfic #reylo fam #reylo trash #au reylo #kylo x rey #save ben solo #kylo redemption

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swargarohana · 3 years

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take me on a spin.

Someone must have dropped a bludgeon on his head last night.

Giri wakes up with a splitting headache, every inch of his body ache painfully, and a tremble that doesn't have anything to do with the cold air.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," someone murmurs from his right, settling a cold hand on Giri's forehead.

In another occassion, Giri would've leaned into the touch, desperate for any physical contact. This time, however, he feels raw, frayed on the edge, and as the hand lands on his forehead, Giri finds himself stumbling off the bed, bile rises up his throat.

"Bathroom! Bathroom!" Another voice comes, carefully directing him to another room which Giri assumes a bathroom. "Shit━"

Things blur into the background a while after that. He could hear panicked murmurs in the background but they are all drowned under the sound of Giri retching into the toilet. When Giri finally comes to his senses, he has his forehead pressed against the cold toilet bowl.

"Fuck," he says, voice scraping raw on his throat, and next to him, Tio is patting his back.

"There, there," Tio murmurs, gently massaging his shoulders, and Giri groans, emptying the lining of his stomach into the toilet, "Eddy is getting you water and hot tea."

Water sounds amazing, Giri loves water a whole lot. "'Kay," Giri coughs out, legs wobbling as he rises to his feet. Tio is on his side immediately and he has an arm around Giri's waist.

"Fuck you, Tio. Not going to party with you ever again."

"Hey," Tio looks mildly offended at that, "at least I still managed to fetch your unconscious ass from the party."

"What happened though?" he adds, frowning in concern. "You took drugs, didn't you?"

Giri nods, the slight movement causing pain to bloom behind his closed lids. "Yeah, but I don't know what it is."

And that is when last night's recollection runs over him like a truck.

One drink turned into two, three, five, seven, until it was too much for Giri to remember, but all he had in mind was he felt lighter than he ever did for years.

"Hey," the man he'd been drink with whispered in Giri's ear, "I have something for you. Open up."

He should've known better not to let a stranger popping a pill into his mouth. But it seemed that his brain had shut itself down when Giri started to drink, thus Giri let his mouth fall open, tongue sticking out. It was a small pill and Giri swallowed without a care, a grin taking over his feature.

The stranger laughed and he too, popped a pill into his mouth, before he leaned in to slant his lips against Giri.

Normally, Giri would push him away because like it or not, he didn't agree to be kissed on the mouth. He was straight, a heterosexual man with no attraction towards another man. This, the kiss, shouldn't feel this good.

Brightness exploded behind his eyelids, euphoria bubbling up inside Giri, and he let out a soft moan, eagerly returning the kiss. The lazy way their lips move against each other sent thrill up along his spine. Giri knew that a kiss with another man shouldn't feel this good,

but it did, and Giri couldn't bring himself to care.

"You're feeling it?" Voice low and sultry, matching the wandering hand all over Giri's shoulders and arms. "It hits, doesn't it?"

Giri laughed, feeling hot inside out from the touch. "So good." The immediate effect was terrifying, something Giri couldn't control: his heart was pounding in an irregular rhythm, hands going clammy, but Giri could hear his blood rushing loud in his ears. "Fuck, I'm horny."

The last bit was unintended, but the other man chuckled at that. "Do you want to have sex?"

Of course Giri did. "Yes, yes, please." His skin felt raw, his pants were way too tight for him, and a single touch could unravel him in the most delicious way possible.

"You friends?" The man was already pulling Giri up to his feet and Giri followed suit, head going blissfully blank. "Where are they?"

"No idea." Who did he come here with? Oh, right, Tio and Eddy. If things went awry, Giri could always blame the two of them for abandoning him. "Fucking, maybe." Giri couldn't contain the bitterness that welled up inside him at the thought; he shouldn't care anyway, he was a straight man. Definitely not jealous at his two friends spending their time with each other.

Another kiss stole his attention and when Giri blinked out of his thought, he found himself pressed up against a wall. "Aw," was all the man said, "don't worry about them, we are going to have fun."

The rest of the night blurred out, all broken in Giri's distorted point of view. Maybe he spent the trip to a nearby hotel making out with the man, he had no idea. The next thing he knew, he's got himself pinning the other man on the bed.

"What's your name," Giri demanded in between kisses, a leg slotted in between the stranger's thigh. They were trying to rip each other's clothes off and while Giri had no idea where the urgency came from, he found this exciting to do. His hand found bare skin, muscles rippling under his touch, and the moan the stranger let out was gratifying.

This time, his pants flew across the room. "Adam," the man━Adam━murmured against Giri's lips, biting down on his lower lip hard. "Fuck, come on, fuck me."

Without the influece of drug, maybe Giri would chicken out of this. He never had sex with a man, nor did he know how. In theory, he did, since he'd been watching gay porn just for the sake of research. In reality, his heart beat erratically, not to mention he trembled a little as he rolled a condom down his penis.

"Just put it in me," Adam murmured and Giri did, pushing in slowly, exhilaration causing his head to swim. "Fuck, you're big━"

Giri couldn't hear the rest of the words because pleasure drowned all his senses, sending tendrils of heat coiling around his spine and a pit of fire bubbling up in his stomach. It felt amazing, everything was beyond compare even in his twisted state, yet there was something off about this for Giri.

He carefully stuffed the thought into the back of his head and got on with the agenda.

They didn't start slow; Adam was very demanding and Giri could only give him what he wanted. Even through the rubber, Giri could feel how hot Adam was gripping him, the way the other man whined when Giri rolled his hips; each thrust tipped him closer to the edge.

It was very different than sex with a woman. Rather than hearing soft and breathy moans, grunts filled his hearings, but Giri didn't mind. He had another man's penis in his hand and rather than putting his mouth to a good use on a breast, Giri sank his teeth on Adam's shoulder and bit down hard. The erection inside his grip jerked, dripping ejaculate, and along with it was a moan; Giri grinned at that. Adam enjoyed this as much as Giri did.

"Come on, come on━" Adam hissed, pulling Giri down for a kiss, and wound his fingers on Giri's hair. He tugged just right, causing Giri to whine into Adam's mouth because it hurt so good, the sharp pain and pleasure of having his hair pulled was unexpected. "I'm close━"

It had been building up inside him, the tightness in his belly. Giri twisted his wrist as he tugged, hips rolling in an angle that caused Adam to clench down almost painfully on him, and with his lips pressed against Adam's ear, he murmured,

"Come."

Adam did, cumming all over Giri's hand and pelvis with a long-drawn moan, almost sobbing. His muscles clenched down on Giri and that was it, Giri let out a choked moan, gripping Adam's waist hard and like a glass shattering, he emptied himself into the condom. Underneath him, Adam had found a place to bite down, now sucking hickeys on Giri's neck and shoulder.

The high, coupled with the sudden rush of happy hormones from the drug, caused Giri to whimper, torn between crying or laughing. Everything was so intense, his brain felt swollen inside his skull and his visions were too sharp that Giri couldn't open his eyes.

"Fuck," was all Giri could say, panting heavily against Adam's neck. After a moment, he pulled out of the other man, hands twitching as he tied the condom before discarding it to the floor. "Oh God."

Next to him, Adam laughed. "Fuck indeed," he said, scooting closer to Giri. A soft kiss on his cheek caused Giri to open his eyes a little, the muscle on his cheek twitched as he tried to smile. "That was amazing."

"Yeah." To his surprise, Adam didn't say he wanted to do this again nor did he snuggle into his arms. Underneath his juddering heart beat, Giri felt relief. He didn't think he could have anyone except Eddy and Tio sleeping in his arms. "That was great." He carefully didn't say how this was his first time having sex with a man.

Adam yawned, already tugging the blanket up his chest. "I'm gonna sleep for a while. I have to be up in several hours."

Giri didn't understand how the other man was able to string up a sentence with more than three words in it but he nodded his head.

He slept.

In the present time, Giri whines, covering his face with a pillow. He was so god damned stupid and reckless; he could've had died. Maybe it is his paranoia speaking, but Giri is sure Adam could kill him when he sleeps. Giri doesn't even know whether Adam is his real name or not.

"How did you get here?" Giri asks, peeking from underneath his pillow. Next to him, Tio is staring at him with a frown on his face, forehead creased. Giri doesn't like the sight.

"You sent me a text," he says carefully, "saying that you're staying in this hotel, at room 782. The key was in the receptionist."

Giri sighs at that, gingerly putting the pillow down. The nausea is controllable now, less daunting, and slowly, he pushes himself to a sitting position. At this point, he doesn't know whether last night really happened. Maybe it was just a fragment of his hallucination and he had sex with a ghost.

He just hopes it wasn't the case.

The only thing that gives him a clue is that he's naked. The pillow next to his is also crinkled, a sign that someone has slept on that last night. Giri's clothes, however, are neatly folded on a coffee table in the corner of the room.

"That wasn't me," Giri sighs, trying to muster up a sheepish grin at Tio. "That was━"

"Did someone drug you last night?" The fierceness in Tio's voice surprised Giri a little. Tio looked genuinely upset about this, which confused Giri as well. "Was your drink spiked?"

Giri shakes his head, sinking back against a stack of pillow. "No, I took the drug willingly."

Something crosses Tio's eyes, too fast for Giri to catch, but for an unknown reason, he feels his hackles rise. "What?"

"No, no," Tio quickly waves a hand, a faint smile on his lips, "I'm just surprised, that's all. You slept with someone, huh?"

"Yeah," Giri hums, tugging the bedsheets higher to cover his bare chest. He feels oddly exposed eventhough he's just stripped naked for a stranger. "Yeah, I did."

"What's her name?"

"It’s a guy," Giri corrects, "Adam."

Giri glances up to see Tio gawking at him and it's peculiar how a simple stare could rub him the wrong way like this. "What?" he snaps for the second time, frowning even deeper.

"But," Tio pauses, head tilted to a side, "aren't you straight?"

Ah. Giri deflates at that, shrugging a shoulder. He has no idea as well but Tio deserves an answer, he supposes. "Not really. I have been... questioning myself." Giri carefully doesn't say why, he can't deal with that right now.

"Maybe I'm not straight."

The door swings open, revealing Eddy with a plastic bag full of bottled water and both hands holding two paper cups. His eyes grow wide at the sight of Giri and he grins, wide and bright, looking genuinely happy. "Bang! How are you feeling?"

Giri stretches his upper body, slow and languid. "I'm okay," he says, accepting a bottled water from Eddy. He takes a sip, feeling no resistance from his stomach, and gulps down the content.

"Fuck, so good," he groans, falling back into the bed. "Thanks, Ed."

Eddy is blatantly staring at his bare chest, to which Giri tugs the blanket up higher to cover his shoulders as well. "Uh," he says belatedly, averting his gaze away, "you're welcome. Bang Tio, your coffee."

Tio is still staring at Giri, something unfamiliar is lurking behind his gaze. "Huh," is all Tio says, taking the cup from Eddy, "thanks, Ed."

Giri could swear he's distracted. What's so surprising about his confession anyway? It's not like Tio doesn't like men too, judging from the way he and Eddy had been fucking like bunnies behind his back, he likes men a whole lot.

Ah, still bitter. Giri decides to finish his bottled water.

"Where did you go last night, Bang?" Eddy asks, face lined with worry. "We were looking for you."

Giri squashes down his guilt. "I was at the club before I went here with someone."

A frown appears. "Did you sleep with someone? What's her name?"

Here they go again. Giri rolls his eyes, a little exasperated. "Yes, I slept with someone. His name is Adam."

Eddy blink. "That sounds like a guy name."

"Because he is," Giri explains, feeling antsy all of a sudden, "he is a guy. I slept with a man last night."

The room is deadly silent all of a sudden. It irks Giri in a way, especially when he catches Eddy gawking at him in the same manner Tio did. The said man is sipping his coffee, watching Giri from above the rim of his cup.

"The fuck is wrong with you two? You guys aren't the only one who could fuck men," Giri grumbles, making to get off the bed only to realize that he's naked. "Where were you guys anywhere?"

Eddy has the audacity to blush at the question. "Uh, we━"

"Sorry we left you, Gi." At least Tio sounds genuine with his apology yet it irks Giri in some ways. He's staring at Giri with sincerity in his eyes but Giri looks away.

"You both know how I hate being around strangers, how anxious I could get from behind in a crowd," Giri says, leaning back into his stack of pillows, feeling weary. There is this unsettling feeling clinging to him that threatens to take over him if he's not being careful. "If it wasn't because of Adam, I'd probably pass out in the toilet from drinking all the liquor in the club."

Tio opens his mouth to say something but Giri waves his hand dismissively. "Nevermind. I'm going to go to sleep, if that's okay." It isn't a request; Giri is already curling up underneath the blanket. The nausea has returned along with the gloom that has made a nest inside the hollow of his chest. Giri just needs to sleep it away.

The bed creaks as if a weight has been lifted. They're leaving, then. That's great, Giri is going to be left alone again.

What Giri doesn't expect is a solid body pressing up against his back and an arm slung over his waist. "I'm sorry," Tio murmurs, rubbing comforting circles on his bare arm. "I'm glad you're okay."

Eddy settles on his left, making Giri sandwiched between the two men against his will. He doesn't mind, he never does, but in this ocassion, the close proximity rubs him the weird way. He doesn't know whether he wants Eddy and Tio to leave or stay with him here the whole day.

"Did he treat you good?" Giri hears Eddy murmurs. The man is not laying down; he's sitting with his back against the headboard, hand patting Giri's hair. "Did you enjoy it?"

Giri hums, trying not to arch into the touch. "Yeah, he was okay. I enjoyed it but, I don't know, the whole fucking stranger stuff isn't for me, I think. I feel like there's something missing."

"Hm," Eddy hums, running his fingers through Giri's hair, "something missing, huh? Like feelings?"

Giri shrugs, unsure about the answer. "Maybe." He never really thought about it. "I just don't usually have sex, even with my ex-wife."

There is something weird going on between the three of them, something Giri couldn't put his fingers on. He feels less like a thirdwheel at this moment yet it's not entirely pleasant for him to be the center of the attention. It must be the drug; it has messed him up inside and out.

"I think he gave you molly," Tio says, words pitched low, flowing soft. "You're going to feel... like a mess for 2 days, at least."

Great, just what I need. Giri voices that out and he figures something in his voice sounds wrong because Tio wraps his arms firmly around his waist. This is the closest they have ever been since the incident, physical and other aspect wise. It makes Giri queasy, their close proximity, but he keeps his mouth shut. He doesn’t feel like starting a fight between them.

"It's fine," Tio murmurs, Eddy joining him with a hum. "We will take care of you. Don't worry about it."

Giri doesn't know how to respond to that so he sighs, settling firmer on the bed before he lets his eyes flutter close. Whatever happened to them, Giri would deal with it after he wakes up.

#karakter: giri #karakter: tio #karakter: eddy #kisah-panjang

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sheusedtobesassier · 4 years

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Day 10,411

That one night in the Maintenance Shop. Alone together without turning any lights on. I don't remember what I was going on about but your reaction was to press your forehead into my shoulder and mumble, "I feel like you're saying you're never going to need me."

Mm. The evening we were sitting in the Lodge after dinner and Amber genuinely asked what your plans were for the winter. You expressed your uncertainty and did it in a way I thought came across pretty careless and rude. Your response set me off so I promptly stomped up to my office. You called to me on the stairs, "Hey you okay?" I said I wasn't and kept walking. I was very suddenly super not okay actually. I left my lights off and put on a Jane Goodall documentary hoping it would help. I was rapidly reaching an uncontrollable distressed state and was eager to come back down. It took some time but eventually you knocked and quietly entered. You sat waiting for me to explain for a good while as I just fidgeted uncomfortably at my desk. I couldn't speak. Physically. I'm not kidding. Then you left. I think a couple hours passed and cooled me off enough to ask if you'd come back up so we could talk. For whatever reason we had the conversation in Jeremy's office. This was the night you told me that you were probably leaving camp soon, expressed it as some extremely high percentage. (Timeline-wise, this was more than a year prior to your actual departure. You were kind of always ready to leave though, huh?) This was also the night we discussed how neither of us were really believers in the concept of long distance relationships. We momentarily imagined what it would be like to break up while we were both still on staff/still living on the campgrounds. If I remember correctly, I think it was you that said that perhaps we should just "pull the parachute now before we crash full speed into the ground." I do not remember how this discussion wrapped up. I really wish that I could.

There was a big one very near the end. It was a day off and we spent a majority of it apart. You were staying put in your little prayer chapel, drinking beer and playing Fortnite with your buddies. You came by around 5 o'clock and you were clearly in a certain kind of mood, lol. We fooled around, but not much. It started getting weird when you very suddenly fell asleep haha. You took a little nap but I was seriously hungry. I shook you so we could go grab dinner somewhere. You woke up pretty far gone and I was pretty amused. Things turned pretty suddenly. You were staring at your open palms looking wildly distraught. When I inquired you quickly burst into tears. (I rarely saw you cry.) You kept apologizing and at first I thought it was because you felt bad for getting drunk. But then you started rambling about how you were going to go. You weren't making any sense. And I think you kept saying I was mad at you? I was baby talking you, running my hands through your hair, telling you to settle down and that it was okay. But I was honestly getting frustrated. It felt like you had found a way to express the heavy things you needed to, but because you were drunk you could say your side without having to listen to mine. It wasn't fair. I felt tricked. Uh. We went to Culver's. Lol. It was like a half hour drive and by the time we got there you'd come down some. We sat outside to eat and I remember being pretty cold to you. You were embarrassed I think. Apologetic for the breakdown. I was confused and hurt. On the drive back I played a bittersweet Noah Gundersen album loud enough to keep any conversation from happening. I hoped you were listening but you probably weren't haha. You never seemed to like music I liked. Um. By the time we got back I was all bristles and thorns. Angry. Which. Look it's how I felt. It was not a wise or helpful feeling. But. It was what I was. You tried to smooth things over but I like, I couldn't even let you touch me. I sat myself on the ground in my bedroom doorway and closed up. I told you to leave and you did. I tried to go to bed but I couldn't come off it. Txted you an apology for not handling it softer. You responded with an apology for being "so lost." I think I ended up going over and crawling in your bed. Yeah I decided to quit making it about me and let it be about you. Considered it more important/beautiful to be with you in your lostness than to focus on my own hurt feelings. Which. I was right. Putting your emotions before mine was unnatural for me, but I truly attempted to learn to do it for your sake. I wanted to get better at it. I tried.

The night I watched that outrageous sunset as a storm was coming in and it thoroughly disturbed me. There was a prayer gathering that night in the staff lounge. The choose your own adventure kind. Prompts provided in a slideshow and worship music playing on the big speakers. Public privacy. I was unsettled and trying to write about it. Impostor bullshit. Feeling like I was living a life I had no desire to participate in. That all the wildest good things I wanted were out of reach because I'd chosen the wrong choices too long ago. I was stretched out on a couch while you and some buddies were sat on the floor with your backs against it. You guys were not into the scene, whispering a lot and goofing off. I was mildly annoyed that high schoolers could use you as an excuse for bad behavior and that took me in an ugly direction. I think I still have the aggravation paragraph I wrote out that night. I just was suddenly so utterly convinced that you didn't actually want me and/or didn't want to understand me. I was not important to you. I knew it. I don't know why I latched onto it so hard but I did. Ruthlessly. I went home and the later it got the more rigid I got and fucked up I felt. The rain and lightning and thunder started coming in hot. A late summer thunderstorm. I had followed the rules and stayed out of your bed for a couple months, but that night I was unraveling. Close to midnight I walked over to your front door and completely coming apart. You let me in, surprised but not that surprised. I was silent. Crawled right into your bed. You asked if I was okay and offered me some kombucha. I said no to both and returned to silence. You were up playing Fortnite and returned to it. I laid there needing to be touched. I listened to the rain and told myself to appreciate the feeling of being something in your room because it wasn't going to last. My head was a fucking swarm of bee sting thoughts that night and I don't think you had any idea. After maybe fifteen minutes you logged out and turned your lights off. You got in the bed and reached for me and I pulled the fuck away. You were concerned but you were never one to push. You closed your eyes. I was all stiff, all fury. I sat up suddenly. You pulled a shirt on and turned a lamp on then sleepy eyes asked what was wrong. And yeah, I fucking rambled. Went for it. Couldn't stop. I remember saying that you didn't understand how hard it was. How I was constantly trying to figure out if you had already made up your mind to leave me. How there were always signs of it. You calmly but firmly stated that you would tell me if that was true and that for now you were still here. You didn't offer any comfort or reassurance. Which. I don't say that as a bad thing. You would of been lying if you told me I didn't have any reason to be upset. The little you said confirmed that my insecurities were valid. I couldn't shut up and nothing coming out of my mouth was helpful at all. I needed you to offer hope and you just wouldn't. I abruptly had to leave. Had to. I stumbled getting out of your bed, knocking into the lamp, I was hurrying to get out of there. You offered a jacket since it was raining hard. I was out the door before I said no. Sobbed the short walk to my apartment. Gasped for air while I wrote to my sister about how I just didn't know how to get you to want to keep me. I went to sleep and you went to sleep. Um. Then. I think four days passed in which we did not speak. Uhhhh. Yeah this part of the story is fucked up. I kept waiting and hoping you would initiate repair. Like I said above, I was deep down believing you didn't want me and hoped your response to the circumstances might prove otherwise. Mm. But. No proof came. Days and nights kept passing. We both kept doing what we were supposed to do. Smiles on our faces as we low key completely shut each other out. Eventually I went on a long drive and listened to a tragic song that made my stubborn heart feel softer. When I got home I asked if you would come over. Which. I hate that I broke first. Why the fuck didn't you try to fix things sooner? Um. We sat on my couch and I guess made up?? I don't remember if I was clear and/or if you were. I do remember you saying you thought maybe I'd broken up with you and that we were handling it maturely. Which. Again. What the actual fuck Omar? What. The. Fuck. Somehow that talk went from expressing serious pain on my couch to slow kissing in the shower. I don't understand. I can't explain. Whatever.

There was also the night I kept telling you to leave and you wouldn't. There was the time in my bed when you told me your best case scenario and I told you I probably wouldn't be able to play my part in it. There was you laughing at/bothered by what Caleb and Hunter had said to you on my behalf. There was the way we each reacted when you told me you were considering sticking around in the fall while we stood in line at B&B's. There was the time I fell apart because I thought you left without telling me goodbye. There are more that won't come to mind now but do come to mind lots of other nights.

I think you almost always wanted to go. I think with my words/head I was constantly trying to offer you an easy out, but with my emotions/heart I was making leaving seem impossible.

#personal

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aspidities · 6 years

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Say It (Clexa one shot part 2)

Warnings for more absolute filth (specifically A/B/O, Daddy kink, voyeurism and angst) below:

Standing at the mouth of the alley, holding a bouquet of roses in one hand (Roses, Clarke thought with sudden dismissive thoroughness, are so typical and I am not typical at all, what was she thinking- but then her brain remembered to be horrified) the older alpha was watching as her protégé buried her obviously large cock into the woman she’d asked out for a date. There was zero expression on her angular, leonine features; her eyes were as blank as paper. She was looking at the obscene sight of Clarke’s specially-picked-for-this-date dress bunched around her waist as Lexa’s hips jarred into her ass, and her mouth was a thin, harsh line.

Clarke knew, irrevocably, in that moment that she’d ruined things between them, of course, but also, she’d exposed a part of herself that was never meant to be shown, and it wasn’t the obvious pinkness of her dripping, greedy sex. Anya wanted her sweet, domesticated, and loyal. Clarke could be those things, of course, but there was more, there was something deeper. Lexa saw that, the punch-happy spark inside of her that alight with the dominance and the passion, and she grabbed it with greedy fingers, never letting go. Anya didn’t grab her like that. Anya never would. And now, watching her rut with Lexa in the alley, she couldn’t possibly understand or ever want to. Clarke knew she should feel something….guilt, at the very least, or sadness, or anger at herself for allowing things to get so far entangled so quickly in the heat and dark between the brick. But she didn’t. She didn’t feel those things, those predictable, easy things that she wanted to feel.

Instead, she felt lust, dark and unfolding in her belly, and primal possession. Lexa sped up her thrusts, and hunched over her back staring at Anya in a rival challenge posture, and her cock was suddenly huge, throbbing and swelling like it had gained extra vitality. She dug her black-painted nails into the omega’s shoulders and pummeled deeper, snarling like a beast, and it only made the blonde more receptive, more savagely delighted in the primal display.

Clarke looked right back at Anya over her shoulder, and she let out a low, significant moan. She had chosen her alpha. Consequences, proper behavior, and shame be damned. Let it all burn.

She turned her face to the brick then and couldn’t say if Anya had stayed or gone, all was concentrated in the progressively more pleasurable actions of her chosen alpha’s hips connecting to her ass. Lexa was big, and she was hard, and she was gripping into Clarke like she owned her, fucking her into the wall with such thoroughness that Clarke knew she’d be sore tomorrow, sore like she’d been riding a horse all day (which, in a way, she was). Animalistic, savage groaning noises were coming from the alpha, and Clarke knew it wouldn’t be long.

Rocking against her entrance was the swell of Lexa’s knot, hot and heavy. It was pulsing and slapping against her clit, rubbing insistently at the opening of her body as if it knew she wanted it, wanted it to stretch her deeper. And she did.

They’d never gone that far before, in their secret, impassioned trysts in between meetings at H.E.D.A Enterprises. Lexa had always resisted knotting her so far; it was rumored the alpha’s control was absolute, unbreachable. But Clarke wanted it now, wanted it more than anything she’d ever felt in her life. Right here, in this alley, with Anya possibly still watching, she wanted Lexa to breed her.

“Lexa.” She gasped, but no, that wasn’t right. “Daddy.” There we go, her mind helpfully encouraged. Call her what she is to you. “Daddy, please, knot me.”

The alpha grunted in surprise behind her, and she felt that tiniest flicker, the slightest hint of the real Lexa under all their posturing and alpha/omega play. She felt Lexa hesitate, and she needed to reassure her, let her know this was wanted, so she rocked her hips back, allowing the bulge of her alpha’s knot to start to split her opening, and that was enough to make them both cry out.

“Please, please Daddy, breed me, breed your little girl.” Clarke was panting, mumbling, out of her mind with pleasure and want, and she felt Lexa succumb to the screaming call of her omega’s instincts. Her hips started to move, almost lazily, and Clarke gasped at the intrusive stretch, making her body shiver and quake for more. “Make me yours, Daddy. Please.”

“Right here in the alley, huh?” The alpha’s purr was sweet and mocking, and it only made Clarke arch harder up underneath her, moaning and rocking frantically like she was a wild thing. “Right here where anyone….Anya….could see you beg for my cum, beg to be mine?”

“Fuck!”

The words were sharp and nasty and they were exactly what Clarke needed. She felt her body blossom open and a fresh flood of wetness coated the join of their thighs. The alpha shuddered behind her and then lurched forward, and brought a harsh cry from both of their lips as the knot stretched to the midway point and then, with a final wrenching push of the alpha’s strong hips, clicked securely inside.

The orgasm exploded behind Clarke’s eyelids and wrenched rough, ragged screams from her throat, over and over, uncaring about who would hear them. She felt full, she felt overwhelming pressure and heat and raw force, like it was going to crystallize her from the inside out and rebirth her, diamond-hard, like a brand new being. Waves crashed, again and again, over her and under her and still, she came and came and came, like it was never going to stop. She was shaking, and she’d lost her grip on the wall, so she was grateful that Lexa was holding her up, even as the howling arch of the alpha’s body signified her own release.

Hot, welcoming splashes filled the recesses of her sex, pulsating against her womb, as the eruption of Lexa’s orgasm drowned her cervix and would‘ve been spilling out onto the dirty pavement, had it not been for the barrier of the alpha’s knot, snugly in place. Their bodies were joined, and the release was shared back and forth between them, never-ending explosions of sensation and warmth. Lexa was moaning brokenly into the back of her neck, and her arms were tight around Clarke’s waist, gripping her as if she was an ephemeral thing, made of smoke and secrets. Together they slumped down, onto the creaking wooden planks of a nearby crate, and rested. Inside of Clarke’s body, her alpha’s knot shivered and pulsed, and each time it did, she moaned and came again, and it was a long, long time before the orgasms stopped and they could catch shared, strained breaths together.

After long, unceasing minutes in which time seemed to stretch farther than a river could run, Clarke was able to open her eyes and look around. Anya was gone, and the only remnant of her passing were a few rose petals scattered to the ground. Clarke felt the well of guilt then, rushing up on her and overtaking her senses, and she shook her head angrily. What was she even doing? She’d started this night intending to go for a date with Anya, and now here she was in an alley, actually tied with Lexa. But the guilt wasn’t as strong as she felt it really should be, and her self-admonishment was inefficient for what she felt. There was a languid contentment to her limbs, and the warm, breathing weight of Lexa on her back was comforting, even welcomed.

“Are you okay?” Lexa’s rough, concerned voice awoke her from her stupor of mixed emotions. “Did I hurt you?”

She half-twisted in the alpha’s embrace to look at her, and felt the knot slip out of her in the movement. It had softened enough to escape her body and she gasped, instantly mourning the loss, as a flood of her and Lexa’s pleasure spilled down her thighs. Instinctively, the alpha’s hand shot to down to cup her sore, swollen sex and keep the overflow contained, and the feel of her hand was so comforting and wanted that Clarke’s eyes rolled up and she moaned. Her ears were ringing, faintly.

“I’m okay.” She managed, and Lexa wrapped her arms around her. She couldn’t find it in herself to resist the affection, and so buried her face in the alpha’s chest. “God, I can’t believe we…in front of…and I can’t believe I asked you to do that.”

There was a wry chuckle on the top of her head, and Lexa’s one-armed grip tightened. “If it makes you feel any better, she was long gone.” The brunette alpha assured her.

Clarke nodded slowly. It didn’t, but her guilt and lack thereof were emotions she could process another time, not now when her dress was still rucked up around her hips and cum was softly seeping out of her into Lexa’s strong, warm hand. “So…” She paused. “What happens now?”

There was a lingering moment in which fear ruled her and she thought things would be just like Mount Weather all over again. Lexa would leave and go off to fuck someone else and she’d be crying in an alleyway with cum running down her thighs, and-

The alpha’s gravely, post-sex voice interrupted her mildly panicked thoughts. “Well, I thought I could take you out for dinner, since I denied you that earlier.” She hesitated and Clarke could feel her heartbeat loud and clear before Lexa took a breath and continued. “And then, maybe you could come back to my penthouse and stay the night.”

“I’d like that.” She told the green eyes that searched for hers, as she lifted her chin. “I think you definitely owe me dinner.”

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