#just wanted to draw one of these crazy hairdos I love so much
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#Illustration#Joanna Krótka#my art#1830s#...-ISH lol#just wanted to draw one of these crazy hairdos I love so much
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Prologue
Tuesday, October 16th 2007
“Jesus, I can’t believe you’re actually in the fucking plane - took you long enough! If I had known it took a wedding to get your arse back home, I would have had a couple by now, for God’s sake .”
“Michelle, you promised you wouldn’t start! ” Clare’s reproachful voice rose.
“Aye, first, I didn’t promise shit, and second, I told you, she’s not chickening out so chill out - right Erin?”
Despite the culpability and shame pricking at her skin, her heart warmed at their traditional bickering she wished she’d hear more often. At their voices. And, most of all, at knowing that in a few hours, she’d get to hear them for real.
Feck, she’d missed these eejits.
“Well, I’m not actually in the plane yet, we’re waiting to board. And then I still have that stupid long flight, and then the stupid long wait at stupid London, so don’t wait up - but yes, I’m definitely on my way,” she promised, earning herself an earful of high pitched cackles and happy swears.
Her heart welled up.
“So, how is the bride doing? She wasn’t home when I called earlier, and all Mammy could talk about was how the caterer was driving her crazy and how aunt Sarah almost set her own hair on fire trying a new hairdo she’d like to nail for the ceremony.”
Michelle snorted. “ Yeah, hilarious so it was. You should have seen your dad’s face, mental. ”
“It was terrifying,” Clare corrected, apparently still shaken.
Then, perked up. “Orla’s going to look so cute though - I can’t wait for you to see the dress!” Erin tried to ignore the sting of not having been there for such an important moment.
“We’re still trying to convince her out of drawing anything on it, but I’m not sure we’ll win this one, to be honest. Also, we’ve got everything almost ready to go for the bachelorette party, although I do need you to help me stop Michelle from bringing the tons of drugs she wants to, because - ”
“For feck’s sake Clare, Orla would love it! The girl is tying the knot, she deserves to get properly shit faced.”
“She said she wanted something small!”
“She said she would have liked to have a little something with just the five of us the night before. She never said anything about the actual bachelorette party being small - or fucking boring for that matter!”
“Just the five of us?”
The words spilled out before she could stop them, stupid that she was. At the other end of the line, the girls went uncharastically silent, and Erin cursed herself.
Feck.
“I mean, that’s grand. It’s cool, I thought it was just going to be one big night for the bachelorette party before the big day, but - I mean, that’s even better! Grand - cool.”
Christ on a bike, that was pathetic. She was.
“Yeah...The thing is, Orla wanted a wee night with just us Derry girls the night before the bachelorette party, hanging at the bar and stuff you know, because - Well, just because.” Poor Clare was rambling now, in a typical panicked Clare kind of way. “And we thought - Well, then we thought about it, and it turns out it’s not going to work, just timing-wise and stuff, so - “
“So the point is we dropped it.”
“Right. Yep.”
Again, silence, only betrayed by the hammering in her chest that she hoped her friends wouldn’t hear over her cellphone.
“Oh okay, well - that’s a shame.” Her casual slash over the top fake disappointment tone did nothing to help convince anyone, of course, herself included. She winced.
She promised herself it wasn’t going to be like this, though. She wasn’t going to ruin this for anyone - not a chance.
For God’s sake, catch yourself on Erin.
Pushing all dangerous thoughts aside, Erin took a deep breath. “In any case, I’m sure it’ll all be fine - really fine.”
There were another few seconds of silence, and she could just picture the worried look they were sharing - probably very similar to the one they had that particular, fateful day. To the one they had again when she told them she was moving away. Then -
“You bet it’ll be fine - feck, it will be absolutely brilliant is what it is! Wait til you see my dress, Erin - my tits look amazing in it.”
*
As it turned out, running all over the city for work for the past ten days and dangerously flirting with the limits of sleep deprivation did have a perk: her whole, eight hours flight, Erin slept like a log.
(Truth was, she could have done without the look of contempt and the ‘Miss? You have drool on your face’ from that stupid flight attendant who woke her up when they landed, but still - all in all, it went well.)
The wait at Stansted airport, however, was pure hell.
Because of the jitters, mostly.
Growing up, despite how much she loved to complain about them, Erin had never actually considered living away from her family. Well, not that far, at least - she’d always known she would leave Derry after high school, which they did, and it was glorious. War or not, she had a pretty nice life as a child and then a teenager, but those college years and the first ones that had followed - they were the best of her life.
Still, it was only Belfast at the time, and Belfast was a two hours drive from home. Erin knew that at some point, she wanted to go out in the world, maybe live abroad for a while, but this - New-York, all on her own, away for so long? She hadn’t planned that. Didn’t, really - it all went so fast, in the end.
It was a good thing too, because if she had stopped and thought about it for too long, she wasn’t sure she would have gone through with it.
(Then again, what else could she have done?)
Despite her dreams, and her need for independence, and her eagerness to see the world, Erin had never thought that she’d leave her family for that far, for that long. Orla had come to see her once, thank goodness, but Jesus -
On the last picture her Ma had sent her, Anna had grown so much, she almost looked like a wee woman. She’d forgotten the exact colour of that lipstick aunt Sarah wore all the time, she couldn’t remember each wrinkle on Granda’s beautiful face like she used to, and sometimes, she was afraid she was forgetting her Da’s smell and what her Ma’s voice sounded like in real life. She’d missed them so much, it hurt (a lot, often).
She just couldn’t wait any longer to get back to that crazy bunch, and those last, endless few hours? Torture so it was.
She was half considering starting to work on her next article to pass the time when across from her, Erin spotted a young couple bickering, their luggages next to their seats. She was a beautiful thing, red hair tied in a messy bun, and his brown curls fell above his forehead, all messed up.
She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could make out their accents. He looked like he was trying to make her smile, leaning over so he could kiss her, and she was doing everything she could not to laugh, weakly trying to escape his arms around hers, her pretense wavering with every second.
They were probably in their early twenties, just out of uni or something. They looked happy.
Her chest tightened, and suddenly, Erin felt the urge to cry.
Well, that was quick.
Shite. Shite shite shite.
It was okay, though - it was all fine. She knew herself by now - she was emotional as heck most days of the year (crazy, her Ma would say), but the day of her returning back home, with accumulated fatigue and an Atlantic crossing flight in her feet? Of course she'd get misty eyed at the first occasion. At anything, this just happened to be what, because they were very cute and - it was a coincidence, nothing more.
It was nothing.
The girl laughed, though, giving him a small slap over the head before she let him nuzzle his face in the crook of her neck. She brushed his forehead with her lips, a soft smile on them, and kept talking.
It was difficult, then, not to think about another time, another long wait, at the Bali airport this time. It was difficult, not to think about another English fella with wild, brown curls.
It was impossible, really, not to think about him.
Memories of a perfect trip came flooding back, of burnt skin and drunken smiles, of blue waters and green eyes. The tickles of the sun, the softness of his fingers over her exposed neck, her naked arms. Sweaty bodies pressed together during hot nights, slow breathes, so many new sights discovered, fingers intertwined.
Sometimes, the memory of his face hidden against her neck was so vivid, she could almost feel it. Just like she did now.
Her breath caught.
Sweet suffering Jesus.
Experience had taught her that she had to stop now - needed to, really, before her mind wandered to anything more. To everything else, every little thing that could, and would, make her heart ache even more than it already did.
(That’s another thing she’d found out: as it happened, the expression “heartbreak” wasn’t, in fact, an overly dramatic turn of words. Quite accurately descriptive it was, actually.
She often wondered when hers would stop feeling like it had been ripped into a million little pieces, but she was starting to lose faith that it ever would.)
Of course, she should have seen it coming, she knew that. She had, in fact. True to herself, she’d tried to ignore it, but she knew full well that with her coming back home, it would come back.
This painful, sneaky way every little thing seemed to remind her of before - of a life that felt so far away now.
Over the months, the many months since she’d been gone, she’d gotten it almost under control. Everyday life brought its distractions, particularly in a city like New-York: running between brunches and dinners, partying with her cool American friends, writing for a newspaper in the Big Apple, it was easy, forgetting what you wanted to, if only for so long. She was becoming a real life city girl, a full time one, and that was exactly what her busy brain - her treacherous heart - needed.
With time, every sight, every sound, every smell no longer reminded her of home - the place, the person. With time, she’d moved on.
Yes, sometimes - often - she’d wavered, but that was normal: having been close to someone meant that they lived with you forever, she couldn’t help that. At some point, it would just die down enough that she’d just be able to call it the past without her insides hurting.
(She thought it would, with Matt. Maybe not with the others before him, they were just passing through - but with him, she thought it would. She couldn’t really explain how it all made the permanent weight on her chest even heavier instead, somehow.)
But it hadn’t died down yet, and even though it was normal and okay and to be expected, six weeks ago, Erin had booked her tickets, and six weeks ago, she had lost the grip over the carefully built barriers she’d made sure to rise in the meantime for - well, self-preservation, really.
It started small. The song that had played this one special night, resonating through Starbucks as she waited for her drink. That sweatshirt her colleague bought one day that reminded her of another one. That scarf in the store that looked so much like Doctor Who’s.
But then...Then, it was every day, every damn day, just like the beginning - even worse, if she was being honest. Up until yesterday, when she boarded that damn plane.
Up until now, in this stupid airport where she didn’t want to cry.
Arms tightened around her own chest, Erin willed herself not to, even though it was becoming evident that there was no ignoring the memories and the aching now. Even though, just like she feared, it was becoming perfectly clear that there was no escaping anymore, no pretending that she wasn’t the worst person in this Goddamn country, that the worst hadn’t happened.
Even though she could feel the fear mixed with longing and excitement and dread and a million other emotions that had painfully, permanently taken residence in her stomach now that she was home.
(That had taken roots there ever since the day she left, so it did.)
Shite.
Sitting back up, Erin shook herself. No, no, no, no - she could do this.
She’d grown, she’d prepared herself. She’d even planned what to say if...She was ready. Responsable, mature, and ready. And she won’t have to face this alone.
In a few hours, she was going to see the people who raised her. In a couple of days, wee Orla was getting married. She’d come up with excuses after excuses not to come home, even for Christmas - babbling something about being overloaded with work even though it made her heart ache to know she’ll be alone for the holidays for the first time in her life. Even though she knew full well her Ma didn’t buy a single word, very aware of the real reason she was staying away. She didn’t say a single word, though, and Erin was grateful.
No more, though.
For months and months, Erin had found reasons to stay away for the exact reasons that were chipping away at her heart more and more by the second, but now her baby cousin was getting married, and she’d see her family, and they’ll hold her close, and she’ll find a way to bury all the stuff that was so, so much more difficult to ignore now that she was coming home.
Maybe - maybe it will be difficult, but they’ll be here to help her through it. She’ll be there for her family, and they’ll be here for her.
Fighting the urge to reach out for the folded photograph in her wallet (the one that brought so much comfort and so much else she’d rather avoid at the same time, the one she clinged to but pretended she didn’t), Erin just breathed, and moved to change seats.
Everything would be fine, in the end. It will be grand.
*
Except her family didn’t come.
No one did.
It was eight thirty in the morning, and, her cellphone penibly stuck between her ear and shoulder as she struggled to zip her jacket to protect herself from the freezing cold, Erin tried to swallow her disappointment.
“Aye I’m sorry love, it looks like you’re going to have to get a cab,” her Ma announced before yelling something at her Granda in the distance.
Erin couldn’t help but notice the fact that she didn’t seem that sorry, not at all in fact. “Your Da was going to come get you, but there’s a problem of some kind where the reception is, and he had to take Orla.”
Erin nodded, even though her Ma couldn’t see her. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just - ”
“We’ll give you the money back for the cab when you arrive. Alright, I gotta go love, we’re checking the hair accessories for the big day - see you in a bit.” And with that, she hung up.
Well.
Here went her big welcome home, eh.
Again, it was nothing, though, she reasoned. She was a grown up now, of course she understood that something had come up, and that this all delayed their big reunion from only an hour, tops. So really, there was no reason to get upset.
None.
She wished she wasn’t getting upset.
From what she told her, Clare would be putting together gift bags now, and there was absolutely no doubt that Michelle was still snoring. Pocketing her cell as best as she could, Erin bit the inside of her cheek and started looking for the only plan B she had left, ignoring the burning in her eyes. It really was nothing - she’ll be fine.
It didn’t matter that she took forever to get a cab, for some reason, or that her luggage fell over her foot when they tried to put it in the truck, or that her handbag crashed on the floor and spilled everywhere.
Erin did know she tended to be over dramatic - and yes, maybe borderline crazy, Ma wasn't completely wrong - but she was more mature now, so instead of getting riled up, instead of being crushed by the fact that her family didn’t seem to have missed her as much as she did them, and that the land she grew up on was sending her sign after sign that she wasn’t welcomed back, Erin breathed.
Instead of being violently overwhelmed by memories at every corner of the place she’d grown up in, the place where they met and it all began, she did - she tried to breathe, slowly, carefully, squeezing her scarf in her hand a little too tight.
(That was another thing about your close ones not coming to get you at the airport after you left your country to run away: there wasn’t much to distract you from the memories you were running away from.)
She wouldn’t cry. She was just tired, and being stupid, and she wasn’t coming home with puffy red eyes - no way.
They passed the mall they all used to hang out at, and her throat tightened so much, it felt like the air had left the inside of the car. She saw the movie theater he was always so eager to bring her to in the distance, and a familiar pang of missing shot through her chest. Her heart twisted that particular way when they drove by the hiding spot of their early days, but even though she wondered how she was still holding her tears, she did.
After what felt like an eternity, the car finally pulled up her street, and Erin hadn’t shed one silly tear. She’d done it. She could do it.
By the time she pushed their small barrier and started for the couple of stairs, all Erin wanted was to collapse into bed and black out. Orla and Da wouldn’t be home, Ana would probably still be asleep, and given the day and time, Grandda would have gone for his walk. She’d give a big hug to Ma and Aunt Sarah, pretext a headache, and go lie down.
As she struggled to get her bags through the door while keeping the damn thing open, Erin shouted, cursing herself at how strangled her voice sounded. “I’m home!”
Finally managing to get everything and herself inside, she collapsed on the wall behind her, only now taking in the wallpaper, the coat hangers, the shoes by the entry.
Damn - she was home.
The emotion was so striking, she didn’t quite have the time to stop the tears from welling up in her yes, taken by surprise.
She moved before it all became too much and shrugged off her coat, feeling her insides warm at the familiar surroundings, and yet her heart ache at not having the usual voices that went with it, the faces that she wanted so much to see. She shouted again, but there was still no response.
Ma and aunt Sarah must have had something to do, then. It was fine, she thought as she pushed the living door open. It was, she’d just grab a glass of water and -
“SURPRISE!”
And just like that, Saturday Night started playing from somewhere, overcoming the shouting and the party whistles that had broken the silence so suddenly, Erin had jumped out, her back hitting doorframe behind her. There was colours and and noise and arms waving in every direction, and Erin vaguely realized that she was covered in confetti that matched the balloons and the hats.
Somehow, she noticed that they all had one: Michelle, up on the sofa, Clare, jumping in place at the other side of the room, Orla and the giant teddy bear she was holding. Anna, her pink one stuck on top of her mass of blond hair. Aunt Sarah and Grandda, both holding hands and arboring the same green one. Her Ma, her Da, tears in their eyes, huge grins on their faces, red and yellow ones falling over.
Her brain had stopped functionning, so she couldn't be sure, but Erin thought that her legs were giving out.
Before they did, though, both her parents closed the distance and hugged her close, whispering things she couldn't quite make sense of just yet. Their voices in her ear, their smell surrounding her, Erin broke her promise to herself, and finally let the tears come flooding as she held them back as close as she could.
She was home.
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Okay, this is it:
Appeareance:
- I'm a girl (she/her),166 cm tall, athletic (i'm a black belt karate athlete and a great swimmer), i have small abs
- I'm Asian, with a pair of big but sharp eyes(people say i look emotionless and cold thx to how i look at everyone)
- Massive RBF
- I have dimples (they're so deep, they even show everytime i purse my lips or pout)
- Black, long, wavy hair, my sister always use it to experiment new hairstyle or hairdos
- I have the sixth eyes, i can see ghosts and auras (it's common in my country, i still keep it a secret from people around me tho)
Personality:
- INFJ, quiet, perfectionist, very patient, caring, analitical, emphathetic and understanding but somehow, still very logical
- Sarcastic, witty, super observant, and kinda smart, i always plan things beforehand
- Since i am introverted, i prefer to stay at home reading novels, playing games, cook, and draw smth (any activity that involves staying at home, i have mastered it)
- ✨Social anxiety✨ (on the outside, i look extra cold, unapproachable, and intimidating; but on the inside, i'm trying to calm my breathing)
- I always try to escape from the real world due to my ability, it's kind of a burden to know a little too much
- I'm a great cook, and i always do the house chores (i have a little sister that i have to take care of since my parents aren't around)
- I'm creative, and artistic
- I overthink things a lot (high brain capacities, but kinda in the wrong way😅)
- I'm kinda like akaashi? Idk, i always relate to him everytime he talks(sometimes, we share the same train of thoughts throughout the show)
- I am so observant, to the point where my friends think i can read their minds cuz i always know what they're trying to do or what they're thinking(my ability takes part in this, but they don't know that)
- I can either be a complete genius who solves problems in a matter of seconds or a complete idiot who forgot what's my name
Fun fact:
I have never dated someone before, but i always know how to deal with everyone else's problems (i have become a personal therapist).
I might be introverted, but i don't mind going out as long as i already trust my bf. I don't really see the point in going for hours just to go shopping for clothes (you could just spend it to play at arcades or go eat somewhere).
I also have a collection of oversized clothes (my friends and families thought i have a boyfriend, but no).
The only reason why i can dance and know abt make up and those other girly stuff is because of my dancer sister (i would love it if my bf could get along with her)
My family members have a lot of foreign people inside, so i have to learn many languages and master it, including the traditional language (i think it's called polygot? Idk)
@vi-navier-23
Romantic Matchup
Tendou Satori
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐭
Ok so I've mentioned this in one of my Hc
Tendou has a lot of ghosts hang around him
Very childlike ghosts mind you
So whenever you saw him around
You always saw that he was accompanied by a child's spirit
Like ALL the time
This cause a lot of questions to appear in your mind
Did he know about these spirits?
What do they want?
Why is it always a child's spirit with him?
Eventually, curiosity got the best of you so you went to talk to him
You just went up to him explaining how you know it sounds bizarre but you could see ghosts
Then you proceeded to explain that he has quite a few spirits hanging around him
Even pointing out the one that was currently with him
You were expecting him to call you weird or crazy
But he just looked at you with stars in his eyes
He thought it was super cool that you could see ghosts!
You both had a conversation about ghosts and third eyes and all that jazz
You liked that he didn't treat you differently because of your special skill
So you started hanging around him more often
You guys would just do casual hangout things like play video games or read together
And on some occasions, you would even go to his games!
So his feelings for you grew very slowly and very subtly
But they grew nonetheless
And you couldn't deny that you enjoyed the redhead's company
So when he finally realized his feelings and asked you out
You found no reason to say no 😘
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 ��𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮
He loves your hair
He especially loves playing with it
Him and your sister like to try styles on your hair together
He loves how empathetic you are
He feels like he could tell you any of his issues and you would just listen to him and do your best to understand him
And that's all he could ever really want in a relationship
He loves the fact that you can cook
Because A: if you ever cook him something it makes him feel especially loved
And B: He likes the fact that whenever you two make dinner together you cook the actual food and he makes the desert
Look at you two being a dynamic duo and shit 😛
He loves how observant you are
You two have this in common
It's good because you both can tell when the others upset without having to tell each other
And you both just solve the problem accordingly
Honestly, he really doesn't mind that you're a homebody
He actually kinda enjoys it
I think he actually likes having some downtime
Now don't get me wrong he's still gonna be his goofy self
But just in a calmer manner if you know what I mean
𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
He honestly just loves hanging around you
You guys could be inside doing quiet activity's
Or actually out in the world being more outgoing
You guys could really be doing anything
Hell even your sister can join if she wanted
As long as he's with you he's happy
But a favorite of his is playing video games with you and your sister if she chooses to join
However, these moments get a little competitive
So be prepared for that
𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐜
Tendou and your sister get along very well
Like sometimes they'll just hang out together for funsies
And that just warms your heart to see
He will 100% let you wear his clothes
And since there's such a size difference, his clothes are absolutely HUGE on you
But they're comfy so no complaints 😗
Every time you and Tendou decide to go out for a date it will usually be at an arcade or like a trampoline place
You know...fun places
He definitely agrees that going to places like stores is kinda dumb
But he also gets most of his clothes online soooo 👀
𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜
Gloomcore 🌧
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu hcs#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu matchups#Tendou#tendou satori#tendou x reader#tendou x you#tendou x y/n
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General Kenobi
Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: smut, curse words I think, age gap (reader is legal)
Author’s Note: Hello there, I just started writing this and then it kept going and I just kept writing so here is this long af story that I literally just went crazy for 2 thousand and 4 hundred words but its what you deserve. This is also the first thing I wrote in 2020, I love that.
Requested: by @daphne-fandom-writing ,My dear friend (that I've met not a week ago) hello (there). You know I adore your writing. I also think you do age gaps better than I ever could. So I'm gonna request an Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader age gap smut if you're up for it😇
Summary: the request
Genre: smut, fluff at the end
Song:
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Beside the point that Obi-Wan wasn’t supposed to have romantic feelings for anyone, he was surely not supposed to have romantic feelings for his padawans friend who was quite a few years his junior. Alas however, that was what his heart now desired and every time you came around to see Anakin his heart stopped for a moment.
You were intelligent and if he was saying so, more compatible with him than Anakin was. He found you were always on the same wavelength about things, Jedi training wise along with just random stuff that came up in conversation. You were still a Jedi in training and he promised himself he would do nothing to sabotage your dreams of climbing up the ranks.
Still though, he couldn’t deny his feelings for you. Well he could but it was getting harder by the day. The more he saw you the more difficult it got.
“I hope you don’t mind that I’ve asked Y/N to join us today Master, her teacher is out on a mission that she couldn’t come to,” Anakin said as they stood in the elevator going down to the training rooms. Obi-Wan nearly choked on his saliva. It took him a moment to answer his padawan.
“That's fine,” was all he managed out.
Anakin was well aware of his Masters growing feelings for you and because he was so inthralld in Padme he figured it might be good for Obi-Wan. Not to mention he was also able to catch the way that you looked at him. You were both so intensely into each other sometimes Anakin felt like he was being inappropriate when he was in the room with you two.
The tension was unbearable. He hoped he wasn’t so obvious with Padme.
The two of them walked down the hall to the regular large room they trained at. You sat on one of the training mats, messing with your lightsaber, watching the blue move back and forth in front of you. At the sight of the two boys you stopped, smiling and putting your lightsaber down.
“Anakin!” you said, walking over and giving him a brief hug. It the best way to have an excuse to touch Obi-Wan if you hugged Anakin first.
“Obi-Wan, thank you so much for allowing me to join you today,” you said with a small smile and gave him a brief hug. Anakin rolled his eyes at his Masters flustered ways when he hugged you back.
“Of course, it's always a pleasure to have someone who listens to me at these sessions,” he joked, a charming smile on his face. Anakin moved across the room to the other side and sat on one of the mats while the two of you flirted for a moment.
The session went on for a long while of Obi-Wan just showing you and Anakin the few movements that you needed fixing in your stance and then you practiced together. You beat Anakin more times than he beat you but he was also tired and you were also trying to show off. There was a mutual agreement there that went unspoken.
“Anakin you need to plant your feet before making that swing, it opens your side for an attack,” Obi-Wan told him sternly. You stood back and put your lightsaber in the hilt, seeing from the clock that the session was to be over soon.
“Well than you fight her Master,” Anakin huffed, tired of having to be in the middle of the tension but also hoping it was the day the two of you would get together. A blush formed on Obi-Wan's face that was subtle but there.
“That's hardly appro-”
“Oh come on Obi-Wan. Don’t think you can handle it old man?” you teased and he raised an eyebrow. He knew you were trying to agitate him and it was working well. Anakin smiled at your words and moved off the mat.
“Well if you say it like that.” Obi-Wan brought out his lightsaber and the blue light rivaled your own, the soft hum able to over take your light nervous breathing.
“Don’t go easy on me sweetheart,” you teased. A charming smirk came over his face and he pounced where you deflected, on the defensive immediately. Anakin put his head in his palm as he sat on the floor, watching the two of you. You both moved with an easy grace against one another. Your lightsabers caught each other in front of you and you tried not to look at him through the blue glow in front of you two. Eventually you raised your arm, catching him in a weak spot while he looked at your face. You both stumbled away from one another, shaken by the force behind one anothers blow.
“It's a draw. I have to go meet a Senator,” Anakin said, standing. You didn’t look at him, instead at your lightsaber in your hand that you had closed but was still slightly shaking from the force you and Obi-Wan had been fighting out.
“You’re very skillful Y/N,” Obi-Wan said, practically ignoring his own padawan as Anakin left the room. You chuckled and met his eyes.
“You aren’t all bad either General Kenobi.” Your voice drawled out unintentionally but seeing his eyebrow raise at you calling him General made you glad you did. You walked closer to him, boots hitting the floor lightly. You had never been alone in the room with him before.
“Just Obi-Wan is fine,” he said smoothly, practically fully masking his feelings at you being so close to him in a room alone. Boldly, you stepped forward again grabbing his lightsaber from the hilt on his hip. Your fingers brushed his side and while both of you pretending not to notice it was obvious you both felt it.
“I have a book that I was wondering if you could take back to the council for me. I’m busy this afternoon and I understand you have a meeting?” He nodded and took his lightsaber back from you. You whined a bit unintentionally.
“Of course. Do you have it with you?”
“It's back in my chambers. It will only be a minute I promise.” You stepped back and toward the door opening. He nodded, following you out. You walked side by side to your room.
When you got there and the door shut behind the two of you, you grabbed the book off of your nightstand and stared at it, unable to give it to him for a moment. He watched the gears turning in your head.
“What is it?” he asked, stepping forward and placing a hand on your arm. You turn your head to look at him, smiling a bit.
“I know Jedi aren’t supposed to have feelings for others but I’m a little distraught about that rule,” you say as though it was a joke but he could hear the seriousness in your voice. His heart dropped a bit, selfishly hoping you were talking about him but sure you were talking about Anakin,
“It's a hard rule to live by.” You hesitated.
“Have you ever ...had feelings for another Jedi?” He let go of your arm and tried to look natural.
“Yes,” he breathed. Your eyes widened and your heart strings tugged.
“Who?” you whispered. He shook his head but was unable to back away from you.
“I shouldn’t-”
“Obi-Wan please.” Your voice sounded so mature in that moment as you pleaded with him. Like you had grown so tired after years of living.
“You.” His voice was barely audible but you caught it because you were looking for it. He waited a moment to hear your rejection and when it didn’t come he was going to speak again but you were setting the book down on your nightstand. He opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but your lips crashed onto his and he promptly closed them, gripping your sides to steady the both of you.
You shoved him onto the bed with a hard force and he didn’t have time to make a snarky comment before your lips were back on his. You sat on top of him, hands running through his hair as you kissed him roughly. You pulled away to look at him and make sure he was alright, that you weren’t doing anything he didn’t want.
“Oh don’t stop now,” he muttered with a snarky smile. You rolled your eyes and worked on his complicated outfit and getting it off, desperate to find more skin. If you didn’t have one just like it would have taken forever.
You laughed a little as he grabbed your own robes and you were both frustrated in getting one another's clothes off.
“This is the reason Jedi shouldn’t have sex, these damn robes,” you joked and he sat up, you still sitting on top of him. He finally made a breakthrough and your were naked other than your bra and underwear. He undid your hairdo just by kissing you again and roaming his hands through your hair. You finally kicked his clothes off as well as he kissed you.
Feeling your hands on his body made him feel a fierce urgency he had never felt before. A sense of need, needing to be in you, needing to be one with you. Your lips moved down his neck and he undid your bra through a moan while you grind your hips against his crotch.
He was done waiting. He had waited so long for this moment, for sure nothing was going to happen. But here you were, on top of him, your lips leaving sloppy kisses on his bare skin. He would have thrown out his lightsaber and his Jedi status if it meant you would never stop.
“I need you General Kenobi,” you muttered as you pulled away from his neck. He made a noise that sounded like a moan just at your words.
“What are you doing to me,” he whispered and you smiled, pulling off him and sliding off your last bit of clothes. He shrugged off his as well and you connected your lips to his again hungrily. He took his hand and lined himself up with you and you slowly sat down on him. You gasped in unison to the feeling and you clung to each other, your hands gripped his built shoulders and his hands on yours lips, nails digging into your skin.
“Y/N,” he muttered and you nodded, moving up and down, creating a pace. You moved a hand up to move his hair out of his face and stared at him as you moved, him staring right back. You kissed him again briefly and then stuck your head in the crook of his neck. Neither of you lasted very long and you came together, shaking against one another.
After a moment you pulled off him and you both collapsed on the bed beside each other. He threw an arm around you and snuggled closer to him, despite both of you being sweaty and tired from training and sex.
You put an arm around his stomach and traced lines into his chest with your finger. There was a moment of content silence as you came down and processed what just happened.
“Should we have done that?” he whispered. You laughed lowly and looked up at him.
“Well we can’t take it back now.” He shrugged.
“I liked it. Very much,” he said chuckling. You laughed a bit too, finger going up to his chin and then back down to his chest.
“I like you very much.” He smiled dreamily.
“You don’t care I’m...older than you?” You rolled your eyes.
“Sweetheart that is the least of our problems,” you said with a smile. He nodded, understanding. He seemed calmer now that he knew how you felt. Now that he had you in his arms.
“We can make it work.”
“Oh yes we can.” You sat up, looking down at him. He propped himself up with his elbow. “And you know what, I may be training with you and Anakin more. My Master is supposed to be gone for a few months. Very important mission.” He looked at you for a moment and then you smiled sneakily. “You did that. Oh my Maker, you sent her on a mission!” you said laughing. He shrugged.
“I didn’t know we would end up here but in hindsight I sure hoped we would.” You got up and grabbed his robe, putting it over your bare body. It was big on you, the sleeves falling over your fingers.
“You have a council meeting and I will be here when you return. I’ve stolen your robe so you have to come back.” You threw him his other clothes and he started to put them back on.
“I would have come back either way. You’re officially stuck to my side.” You smiled and handed him your book.
“Oh darn what am I gonna do?” you teased. He kissed you softly when he was fully clothed and you melted into his lips, cursing when he pulled away.
“I’ll see you later,” he whispered dreamily.
“Later General Kenobi.” He gave you a look and then the door clicked behind him. He walked down the hall a ways and didn’t even notice when he ran into Anakin. His padawan held up his hands to steady Obi-Wan.
“Focus on your surroundings Master,” he joked as Obi-Wan regained his composure.
“Thank you Anakin,” he said snarkily. Anakin was about to walk away when he caught a mark on his Masters neck that made him pause. He lifted up his hand and touched it, making Obi-Wan pull away, annoyed.
“Maker, you and Y/N-”
“Anakin Skywalker I will-”
“Well at least cover it. Where's your robe?” Obi-Wan didn’t meet Anakin's eyes, cursing himself for being so sloppy. He had just been so caught up in the moment. Anakin laughed, taking off his robe and handing it to Obi-Wan who took it with a sour look.
“Thank you,” he stammered. Anakin smiled.
“Anytime.”
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Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way
Prompt No.14 - Metamorphosis Part I
Chapter 1-6
Chapter 7
"Hey, Tanaka wants results on the case, asap. We need to come up with something useful today. He's pissed. He breathes down our neck. I hate it when he does that. We need hard proof to get that damn search warrant." Kono shoves a coffee to go under Danny's nose and hops up to sit on his desk.
Danny turns his phone upside down and pretends he hasn't been checking again if Steve had texted.
"What are you doing?" Kono's eyes are on his cell.
"Nothing."
"Uh-huh."
The hustle and bustle at HPD is intense with all the cops coming and going. An angry drunk shouts obscenities into the open space of the office where he sits cuffed to the chair next to Meka's desk. Danny watches the old woman who has lost her parrot. The poor woman clutches her purse and looks overwhelmed with what's going on at the police station.
"Kono, make sure Duke takes care of that lady over there. She's too old to sit for so long and she misses her pet. Can you do that?" Danny grabs his coffee and hopes Kono drops the thing with his phone. "Duke's always good with confused, old ladies. He'll make her feel safe and he'll find her bird."
"He's on his way back from questioning a witness. I'll call him and tell him. What's the plan for today?" Kono dials a number on her cell and looks expectantly at Danny.
"Let's check those bank accounts again. We need to find out how they get that money off the island. How they sell the puppies." Danny rattles down the points on their to-do list. He reaches for the case files with their suspects. "I'll comb through our interrogation protocols again to find the needle in the haystack. This lumberjack guy lies. We need some results fast. I wanna get back to the guy's house. I don't mind to punch the asshole in the face. We need to find the drugs and the puppies. God, I hate cases with puppy trafficking. People are so sick." Danny gets up and signals Kono to follow him.
"Where are we going?" Kono hops off the desk to catch up with him.
"I need a quiet place. I can't think in here. It's a mess and too loud. Let's go and sit at Kame's place. Maybe he knows stuff we don't. Let's work together."
"Tanaka wouldn't approve." Kono teases.
"I don't care shit about what Tanaka approves. He wants results. He'll get results. Come on, let's get out of here."
Danny checks his phone again. He can't fight that strong pull to just check on the incoming texts. It's pathetic and he's aware of that. But still. Damn it. Nothing. Danny senses the same dull tweak of disappointment when all he sees is the screensaver. It's Grace's picture. He loves Grace but still, he had expected a least one text from Steve. It's been days since he's watched Steve getting smaller in the rear mirror.
Grace's beloved face makes him smile of course. It's not that he doesn't love to look at a picture of his baby girl. But he would have liked if Steve had acted on that rain check. Steve hasn't texted in nearly six days. Not one lousy letter and it's messing with Danny's mood. No one needs to point out how stupid he behaves. Rationally Danny can deal with it, emotionally he can't. He worries Steve might have forgotten his number. But hey, he's ex-elite force. He should draw those few numbers from his mind with ease. And that leads Danny to the conclusion he tries to avoid. The one where the only logical explanation would be that Steve's just not interested and that he's forgotten about Danny.
Danny checks again, just to be sure he hasn't missed anything. He waits until Kono opens the door for him. His eyes are glued to the small display.
"Danny, we need to talk." Kono pushes the door open.
"About what?" He slips the cell into his back pocket.
"I've created a tally sheet to log how many times you've checked your phone since you've walked through that door this morning." Kono grins. "The log-ins are from five days. There's something going on. You never check your phone that often unless you expect something. It's not work-related I can tell. I smell romance in the air." Kono has this predator smile on her face Danny has learned to fear. She has tasted blood. Danny's in deep trouble. "You've met someone." That's not even a question. She's made a statement as if she sees right through him.
Danny's lost for words. "You did what? A tally sheet? What happened to privacy? And by the way, it's none of your business."
"You work with a bunch of crazy cops. Yes, it's my business. You're distracted all the time. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
"I don't know? I guess? Could you just shut up about it? It's nothing." Danny defends himself.
"Hey, you just stood there, waiting for me to open the goddamn door for you because you were so busy with checking your phone!" Kono shouts. "Tell me!"
"No."
"It's my business too when it affects your work."
"It doesn't affect my work!"
"I brought you coffee. Every damn day! Give me at least some details. The big picture! Who's this person who makes you forget about everything around you."
Danny stops dead in his tracks and gapes at her. "You brought me coffee hoping I would feed you some rom-com shit you just made up?"
"It was your favorite coffee, brah! Kamekona doesn't break either. He won't say a damn word!"
Danny can't even throw his hands in the air. He holds on to his coffee and to the files he picked from under his arm. "You did what??"
"I asked Kame what's up with you. He wouldn't say but his face twitched. You know the way it does when he hides something. But he wouldn't budge. So, that only means that something important is going on and you guys, have a secret you won't tell me. And that secret is related to you and the constant checking your phone!"
The smile splits Danny's face in half. "You're a damn good cop, Kono-san."
"Don't, nuh-huh, don't Kono-san me, not working, Danny! Who is it? You try to hide everything. It's extremely suspicious."
"Get it, shut up, and don't make me push you out the door when we're on the highway," Danny grumbles. "We take your car. You drive. I go through the files on our way to Kame." Danny inhales and rolls his eyes. "And no more questions, Kono, I mean it."
Danny's phone rings. He jerks to the unexpected sound. Kono snickers with her eyes all over him. She doesn't miss a single detail.
"Eyes on the road, Kono. Jesus!"
"You're smiling like a stupid idiot." She says.
Danny's too busy to reach for his phone. It's Rachel. His stomach drops fast. The disappointment makes him bite the inside of his cheek.
"That's not the person you have expected." Kono leans in and reads the caller ID on the screen. She has no feelings for personal boundaries. She's a pain in the ass today.
"Kono! For fuck's sake, watch the road!"
"Brah, you act strange. All tense and shit. I don't like it. Spill it already, dude."
Danny scoffs an answer but takes Rachel's call. "Rachel, what's up? Everything's fine? Is Grace okay?"
When he hangs up Kono just takes one look at him and is all serious again. "Danny? What's up? What do you need?"
"Can you drive me to the hospital?"
"Whoa! Something happened?" She shouts.
"No, God no. Nothing. Rachel's fine, Grace's fine." Danny runs his hand over his face. "You know, I told you Rachel undergoes in vitro fertilization because she and Stan can't get pregnant. She got the call. She has a two-hour window to harvest one of her eggs. She's at the hospital. Stan's in a meeting. She has Grace and she's scared and upset. I'm her backup if Stan can't be there. I'll look after Grace when she's under. Can we make a detour to the hospital?" Danny explains.
"Sure, brah, whatever you need."
Kono drops him off and snatches the case files out of his hand. "Leave this to me. I'm at Kame's. Call me if you need anything. Be with Grace and let Rachel do what she came to do. Stan's on his way. I called the office. I'll come and pick you up. Call me, okay?"
"Thanks, Kono. I owe you." Danny's thoughts are already somewhere else.
"No, you don't owe me a single thing, Danny-san. You're ohana but you're not off the hook about your secret romance."
Danny sighs and shakes his head. He combs his fingers through the ruffled hairdo. He watches how Kono filters back into traffic.
The reception at the fertility center/the child birthing ward is painted in calm and friendly colors. The staff is always caring and supportive. Danny has mixed feelings to step into this realm where sadness and happiness are equally balanced. He and Rachel had never any difficulties getting pregnant. He feels deeply sorry for Stan and Rachel.
"Danno!" A loud, high-pitched voice called his name. With her pigtails flying Grace runs right into his open arms.
"Hi, monkey! Hey, love to see you, baby-girl. Everything's fine?"
"I don't like this place." Grace wraps her small arms around his neck.
"I'll make sure mommy is fine and then we head outside to check-out that awesome-looking playground, okay?"
Grace nods and holds on to him. Danny carries his daughter over to where Rachel gets checked her personal details. "Hi, Rachel, how are you?"
"Hi, Daniel. Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. I didn't have anyone else to call." She sniffs but stands tall. She's a brave woman. Danny's glad they've worked hard to become friends for the sake of Grace's happiness. They're good parents.
"Hey, everything's going to be fine. I'm here. I'll take care of Grace. Kono called Stan. He's on his way. You go and make sure you're one step closer to having a baby, okay?" Danny gently pets her shoulder. She seems so upset and nervous. Her eyes are big. She wears the stress like a cloak around her shoulders. The mood of her mother makes Grace cling to Danny. He holds her tightly to assure that everything is okay.
Rachel bites her lips. She shows a watery smile. "Thank you, a lot, Daniel. Can you – can you make sure Stan comes and finds me once he's here?"
"Yes, will do."
"Okay, I'll give you a call when I'm done." Rachel strokes Grace's back, "bye baby, mommy's back soon. Stay with Danno, okay?"
Danny and Grace wave Rachel goodbye. They watch until the automatic doors with the blinded glass close behind her back. Danny's gaze falls on a heavily pregnant woman who sits in the waiting area holding her round belly with her arms. She looks a bit stressed and her bangs are wet. Her cheeks are flushed. She sits there with her eyes closed and seems to breathe in a calming pattern. She's so young. Danny feels the distinct protective instinct kicking in. He hopes she's not alone and there's a loving husband who takes good care of her.
Grace wiggles in his arms. "Danno, can we go now?"
"Of course, monkey. Let's go and have some fun."
The automatic doors open again and a tall, dark, handsome man walks over to the blond, young woman. He wears cargo pants, dark, solid boots, and a rumpled navy-blue V-neck shirt hanging out of his pants. Danny recognizes the tattoos first. The way the guy walks over to the pregnant woman looks so familiar. Danny imagines bare feet and worn blue jeans and a lot of dirt.
Steve.
Danny hears Grace babbling and complaining. He holds onto her and watches Steve. He carries a bottle of water and sits down next to the beautiful-looking soon-to-be-mama. He gently brushes at the wet strands of hair to get it out of her eyes. Danny just stares at the perfect picture. He should have known it. Guys like Steve are taken, no matter the damage they carry around. Danny bites his tongue and swallows a pain so sharp as if stabbed in the gut.
The young woman must have said something because Steve's head darts around and he meets Danny's eyes. Danny hears the nurse at the reception talking on the phone. He realizes how Grace wants to be let down but he only sees Steve and the way he takes him in. The way his eyes shoot to Grace and back to him, and how he shuts down. How he pushes Danny away without saying a single word, or even twitching a finger. Steve doesn't smile, doesn't show he knows him. Danny feels deeply hurt and when he's hurt, he gets bold.
"Come on, Grace. I need to say 'hi' to a friend and I promise we're leaving after that." He puts Grace down and takes her small hand in his.
"Hi, Steve. Nice to meet you. I didn't know you're going to be a father soon. Congratulations." He says with the sweetest smile he finds in him. The hurt is like wet sand that pulls him down.
Steve clenches his jaw and stays silent. His gaze gets all soft when he looks at Grace though. "Hi, sweetheart, what's your name?"
Grace hugs Danny's leg and hides her face at his thigh. He protectively shields her by hugging her shoulder before he cups the back of her head. "That's Grace, my daughter."
Steve withdraws even more. He shuts down in a way Danny only senses and it hurts. It hurts. And he knows he has no right to feel hurt because he has no claim on this man.
"Okay, guys, I don't know what's this all about but Steve, you're rude. Just say 'hi' to your friend. God, Punk, where are your manners?" The young woman grunts and pushes herself to sit upright with her legs spread wide to make space for her round belly. Steve's immediately at her side to help her.
Danny's afraid she's going to pop any minute. "I'm Danny, hi, nice to meet you. Steve and I only met once. He might not recognize me. I wish you all the best and I hope you're doing fine. When is your due date?"
The woman's mouth falls open. She grabs Danny's hand with both hands and keeps it sandwiched in hers. "You are Danny?" She gasps. "Wow!"
A shudder of excitement ripples through Danny's chest.
Steve jerks out of his stupor. "Mary," his voice carries a warning tone, "just – please? Could you not?"
Grace whispers too loud that this woman has a baby in her belly. This makes even Steve smile.
"I'm Mary. It's so nice to meet you, Danny. Steve talked about you and I'm so happy to meet you. He promised I might one day but you know I'm impatient. And here you are. And I'm not due for two weeks. But our little sweetheart makes her own rules. It was a false alarm. I told Steve but he freaked out and wanted to go to the hospital to be sure. He's my brother, by the way, my big brother. Kawika, my husband, is on his way but he wasn't there when it happened."
Danny has a tight grip on his features. The odd mix of emotions makes him sleepy. What does all this even mean that Mary just spilled with this cute smile on her face? He can't look at Steve.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mary. I'm glad everything's fine." He wants to add more like thank you for taking good care of Steve or any similar, emotional shit he has no right to say but Mary's name gets called.
Danny turns to spot a good-looking man, dark skin, curly hair who jogs over to kneel at Mary's side. "Hi, baby, I came as fast as possible. How are you? How's our little nuglet?" The man kisses Mary's belly with so much love and devotion Danny has to look away.
"All the best to you, guys. I take Grace outside to play."
"Danny, wait!" Mary speaks up. "Kawika I want you to meet Danny. Danny, meet Kawika, my husband."
There's a glint of recognition in Kawika's eyes. His handshake is solid, strong, and full of trust. "Nice to finally meet you, Danny."
Danny's isn't far behind with being brilliant at filling in the gaps. "You're a friend of Kame."
Kawika's smile is blindingly open and kind. "Yes, and thank you."
Danny knows instantly he's referring to Steve and what has happened almost a week ago. Steve has talked about him with his loved ones. Danny's mood rises like a morning sun. He feels great. "You take care of your sweet wife."
"I will." Kawika turns and pulls Steve into a fierce embrace. They seem to be very close.
"Danny," Steve's voice makes him stop again, "I'll come with you and Grace if you don't mind?" That's the first sentence Steve says since they've met again.
"Sure, let's go."
On the way out, Graces holds on to Danny's hand and peeps up at Steve who walks beside her. Out of the corner of his eyes, Danny sees how Steve gifts her with lovely smiles until she giggles. Danny's heart just flips over in his chest.
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Chance Encounter - Chapter 5 (Final)
Home for the Holidays 2019
Prompt: Limits
A collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404
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"Alright, that was incredibly uhm, informational?" Gildarts muttered, "Anyway, on to my favorite part. For those of you joining us for the first time, this is the part of the meeting where we talk about what's going on with us. Any issues that we're facing or anything we managed that we're proud of. Keep it to kids/family stuff, I'm looking at you Wakaba, no one needs to hear more about your fights with Millgana.”
"Let's start with the positive things first, does anyone have something good to share?" Macao asked even as he snickered at a man with a pompadour hairdo that Rogue could only assume was Wakaba.
One of the other dads got up from his seat, smiling widely. He had short dark hair and was wearing a blue t-shirt with the Magnolia Police Department logo. "It's my daughter Asuka's birthday today. She turned six and wanted to celebrate with you guys as well."
Upon hearing her name, Asuka left the play area and rushed to her father's side, "Is it cupcake time, daddy?" she asked, jumping up and down in excitement.
"Yes it is," he assured her, still smiling as he patted the top of her head through the cowboy hat she was wearing. He then addressed the rest of the group again, "We made cupcakes together to share with the club. It was a lot of fun, and they turned out great, Asuka even did all the decorating herself!"
They all took a moment to sing Happy Birthday to the excited little girl who beamed at being the center of attention. Father and daughter then retrieved a plastic tray that had been covered with foil from the snack area.
"Are there any more napkins?" the man asked, and Gildarts walked over to where there were still some market bags, quickly grabbing one and handing it to the father.
"That's great, Alzack!" Macao complimented as father and daughter wandered around the room offering cupcakes, "I think one of the challenges we often face as fathers is allowing ourselves to enjoy activities that are usually associated with women. Baking, tea parties, or playing with dolls, just to name a few. We need to remember these are just another part of our children's development. Giving them affection and support is much more important than any perceived affront to our masculinity."
Hearing Macao mention tea parties, Rogue couldn't help but remember the ones Gildarts and his father had forced on him and Gray when Cana had first shown up. She'd been so quiet and sad when they had first met her, and both men had tried their best to make her smile. To the point of wearing ridiculous outfits while sitting around holding conversations with dolls and holding the little cups from the tea set that had been a present from Rogue's mother in their large hands.
Rogue chuckled at the memory and searched out his brother, wanting to see if he'd had a similar reaction only to find Gray watching him as well, and for one instant, they shared a smile before Gray looked away.
"I'd love to do stuff like that," a man spoke up, drawing Rogue’s attention to him. Unlike most of the other men there, he was dressed impeccably in a fitted suit, and for some reason, he chose to wear tinted sunglasses inside. His expression was sad as he accepted a cupcake from the little girl, but he still managed to offer her a smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."
"What's going on, Loke?" Gildarts asked, sitting in one of the empty chairs next to him.
"I barely get to see my girls anymore. They're usually asleep by the time I get home during the week, and now my wife has started taking them to her parents' summer house on the weekends."
“I get that, with my crazy schedule I don’t get as much time as I’d like with the twins, so I try to plan something each week and just kind of grab any moment I can along the way, you know?”
Rogue knew Sting was just trying to be helpful, but something about Loke's body language made him think his situation was very different from theirs.
Gildarts leaned his head towards Loke, and they began speaking in quiet voices, Loke seeming more upset the more they talked.
Rogue looked away, feeling uncomfortable with watching when Loke seemed so unhappy. As his eyes wandered, he couldn't help but notice that his brother's companion was staring at Loke with a rather interesting expression on his face, seeming to Rogue to almost border on dislike.
Before he had a chance to wonder about it, Alzack and his daughter were standing in front of him and Sting, holding a tray still half-full of cupcakes. The little girl's eyes were hopeful, and Rogue could only gawk at her attempts at decoration. Each cupcake was slathered with pink frosting, a drawing of some kind done in white frosting on the top, although to him it looked like no more than a blob.
"Oh, wow! Those look great!" Sting grinned, always enthusiastic about anything having to do with food, "Can I have more than one?"
“Sting!” Rogue scolded, but the little girl only giggled as she handed his husband two cupcakes.
“You can have one too!” she handed Rogue a cupcake before moving on to the men sitting next
to them.
Rogue ate his cupcake before Sting could beg it off him, he had to admit it was pretty good.
Another man had spoken up about a problem he was having with his teenage son when Rogue heard someone say, “Wouldn’t these have been more useful before you got here?” followed by a chorus of laughs.
Gray’s companion was holding a box of condoms in his hand, and a quick glance at the impish grin on Gildarts’ face and the way he was watching Macao for his reaction made Rogue realize this must have been the object he’d hidden earlier.
Macao, for his part, was frowning at Gildarts with what looked to be long-suffering exasperation, which seemed to be enough to set Gildarts off into a fit of mirth. It almost reminded Rogue of the way his dad would sometimes get when Gildarts was too much for him to handle. And he stopped that thought before it could gain any traction. Of all the hornet's nests that had been stirred that day, his father was the one he couldn't afford to dwell on.
7:15 pm - 7:30 pm Upcoming events or activities (signups)
"For now, we are still paper only, so there will be a clipboard available where you can sign up to bring an item or help plan an event. The old club used to do activities like picnics, potluck dinners around the holidays, stuff like that. We'd like to continue the tradition, so if you have any ideas of things you'd like us to try, don't be shy. As soon as Warren finishes, you should be able to just do it from your phone." Macao declared.
“Feel free to send Warren an email to encourage him to hurry up, his email is-” Macao teased as Warren yelled at him to shut up.
“As far as the snacks, we’ve decided to just charge a 500 jewel monthly fee rather than asking people to remember to bring stuff. Please make sure to list any allergies you or your children might have on your membership form. Gildarts and I will just buy snacks before every meeting. Everyone okay with that?”
No one complained, and they soon began discussing different possible activities both with the kids and dads only.
Rogue lost interest in the conversation, his eyes darting more and more to the play area. He observed Aki, hoping he could somehow glean the answers to all of his questions just from the way he acted.
Aki ran back to his father, sporting a bright smile on his face as he climbed back on his lap. Gray
hugged him, kissing his forehead and listening to whatever the little boy was telling him. The silver-haired man smiled at both of them, ruffling Aki's hair, which caused the little boy to frown at him, and it was such a perfect replica of Gray's frown that Rogue had to laugh.
There was a longing in him now to have Aki be a part of their lives and to rekindle the bond he'd once shared with Gray, back when things were simpler. He waited impatiently for the meeting to come to a close so that he could try to approach his brother. If nothing else to let him know he wanted to talk.
7:30pm Cleanup
“Alright, our time is up. We’d like to thank everyone for coming, we’ll be here again next week. Please take a moment to help us clean up, and make sure to grab your kids on the way out!” Macao announced as Gildarts appeared with a large garbage bag.
The room once again became chaotic as everyone got up to help with the cleanup. Small groups formed blocking Rogue’s view of Gray and his mysterious companion while others cluttered up the play area in search of their kids.
He finally caught a glimpse of them and without even a word of warning to Sting Rogue took off after them. He tried to get through the crowd to get to his brother, but he was stopped by an older man.
"Are you the journalist Macao was telling me about?" he stared up at Rogue, and though he was furious at the interruption, the man's kind smile made it impossible for him to snap at him.
Instead, he took a deep breath and held his hand out for the older man to shake, “Yes, my name is Rogue Eucliffe.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Makarov Dreyar.”
For a man his age- and this short, he had to be under 4 feet tall- Makarov had a firm handshake. Whatever he had to say did not quite reach Rogue’s ears. Instead, he was focusing on overhearing the conversation Gray was having with his companion.
"I told you this would be a waste of time," Gray grumbled as they walked towards the exit, a smiling Aki in his arms.
“I wouldn’t say that. This was just as much for Aki as it was for you, and he seems to have enjoyed it immensely. Now, are you going to tell me what your deal is with that guy with the long black hair or what?”
The doors closed behind them, and Rogue felt his frustration grow as Makarov continued to talk to him, asking him questions about his family, which he tried to answer as politely as he could.
"Can you excuse me for just one minute?" Without waiting for a response, Rogue ran out the daycare center exit, down the long hallway and out the community center doors, but he saw no sign of them.
Damn it! How was he supposed to find him now?
With a heavy heart, he hurried back to the daycare center, feeling bad for acting so rudely towards the older man. When he entered, he was surprised to see Sting had already put both boys in the stroller and was talking to Gildarts, million watt smile at the ready.
"Put that away, son, you're liable to blind someone with that thing," Gildarts asserted, looking amused. "I've already told you, I can't give you any private information on any of our members. Would you like it if I just gave out the half-pint's number to anyone that asked?"
“But Gray is his brother,” Sting protested, “You know that for a fact.”
"I do, still doesn't change anything," Gildarts shrugged, "Listen, kid, I wish I could help you out, but my hands are tied. Now, if you were to ask me for information on his companion, that would be a different story."
“What?”
"He gave me business cards and permission to hand them out to anyone who might need one, but you didn't so-" Gildarts turned away, and Rogue wanted nothing more than to throttle him.
Same old Gildarts, always playing games, never taking anything seriously.
“Give me the damn card, Gildarts,” Rogue growled, not in the mood to play along.
“Half-pint, you came back!”
Rogue rolled his eyes, grabbing the card Gildarts offered him and reading it hungrily. Lyon Vastia, Attorney at Reitei Family Law and a phone number. It wasn't what he'd hoped for, but it was something, a connection to Gray no matter how small.
“You talked to him, what did he say?” Rogue demanded, not even bothering to disguise how important the information was to him.
Gildarts crossed his arms “I’m not saying a word until you start talking. What the hell happened between you two? And don’t you dare say nothing, I’m not stupid. I’ve witnessed sworn enemies act happier to see each other.”
The last thing Rogue wanted to do was to rehash the events of the last six years with Gildarts, especially when he was already riled up. But Gildarts had always known how to push all his buttons and this time was no different. The man had been interrogated countless times by professionals and had never been broken, Rogue knew without a doubt Gildarts would not disclose anything until he came clean.
“Fine,” Rogue accepted the terms, but when he opened his mouth to begin Gildarts stopped him.
“Not here.” Gildarts turned to Sting, flashing him his own million watt smile that had wooed more women than any of them had ever been able to count. “Half-Pint’s coming with me to FairyTail, assuming he’s honest with me he shouldn’t be home too late.”
Sting looked like he wanted to protest but one look at Rogue’s face was enough to silence him. Instead, he gave him a quick hug and whispered, “Good luck, I’ll see you when you get home.”
Home. Rogue held on to that word, it had been an empty one for so long, until Sting had come along and given it meaning again. No matter what came of his talk with Gildarts, knowing that he had a home to return to that was full of love and family gave him the strength to suffer through whatever the rest of the night had in store for him.
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“That bastard!” Rogue ranted the second he made it through the door.
Sting shushed him, pointing at the door to the twins’ room. “How much did you have to drink?”
Rogue blinked, trying to remember how many drinks Gildarts had shoved at him as they talked. He shrugged in response, he had no idea.
Sting snatched the baby monitor and the glass of wine he’d been drinking, leaving the other he’d obviously poured for Rogue behind. Grabbing him by the arm he gently led him outside, sitting both of them on the bench swing in their backyard.
“What happened?” Sting pushed his feet against the ground, rocking the swing back and forth slowly.
“I must have talked for hours, I told him everything and-” Rogue was once again filled with rage, “He didn’t know anything, said he tried to get Gray to talk to him but failed.”
Rogue wanted to scream, he felt like such an idiot. How was it that even after all these years Gildarts could still turn him into an insecure child? Gray would never have fallen for that.
He could feel Sting’s eyes on him, even worse he could see the way he was trying hard not to laugh at him.
“That guy is something else,” Sting chuckled with something akin to admiration, “Let me ask you this, outside of the anger you’re obviously experiencing, do you feel any better?”
“What?”
“You heard me, you’ve been holding on to a lot of that stuff for years, I know it’s been eating away at you. He might have been a dick, but he got you to talk about all of it, which is something you desperately needed.”
Rogue had done more than that. Gildarts had always been a man of action. Given all the things he’d come to learn about there was no way he would be willing to stand on the sidelines while people he considered family were floundering about.
No, Rogue thought as he remembered how furious Gildarts had seemed upon hearing the events that had transpired while he’d been handling his own issues. He had unleashed Gildarts on all of them and with a sadistic grin, considering everything he’d gone through on his own, he realized he wasn’t one bit sorry.
He laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks, the alcohol feeding into his hysteria, causing Sting to gaze at him with concern once again.
“You’re right, it’s going be fine,” Rogue finally replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. He waited for Sting to put his glass down and snuggled into him, reveling in his warmth. They swung together for what felt like a long time, enjoying the silence after the chaos of the long evening.
Things were likely to get interesting in the coming weeks but for right now Rogue was at peace.
A/N: This concludes our first multi-chapter story in the main plotline.Gray and Rogue’s story will continue in the sequel which is tentatively titled Brothers.
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‘Touch My Body’ Ben Hardy x Rami Malek x Reader
Summary: Ben Hardy x Female Reader x Rami Malek. She is his girlfriend. One time at dinner she gets swirled up in an adventurous rendezvous with both.
Words: 3K
Warnings: SMUT, SMUT and more SMUT, this is a three way kinky fuckery.
Here is it. Enjoy:
You have been the happiest girl on earth. Having a lovely, caring and gentle boyfriend such as Ben, you felt blessed from the heavens. Ben was the biggest gentleman you’ve met, always putting you first, always asking you what you like, where you want to go, doing everything he can to please you.
You’d wait for him to finish filming day on ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, just so you could spend every minute together.
Some nights, he’d be too tired to lift a finger, others, he’d come back full of sexual energy, ready to get some straight on the doorstep. You tried you best to keep it interesting for him. Most times he’d take his sweet time with you, but there were times, when he’d just dominate over you and you’d comply, no questions asked.
You’d even roleplay, it seemed very appealing to you, when he’d come from set, full on Roger Taylor, cocky behaviour, sly smile. And then you’d pretend to be his groupie, a wild fan, at his mercy.
Often, when you’d finish work and you’d know Ben would be on set until late at night, you’d go over there. Everybody knew you after a few weeks of casually hanging around. Especially the boys cast, Joe, Gwilym and Rami, adored you. Talkative, joking, they always used to say “Thank God, Ben brought his girlfriend over, she is the lightest person to talk to, very helping with stress on set”.
Today was one of those days. Straight after work, your first stop was the studios.
“Hello, boys! Busy day today, huh?” You cheer on the entrance of a trailer, where they are all sat around, trying to put it together.
“Y/N!” Ben jumps to you and brings you inside. “Missed you so much today, baby!” he pecks your nose. He lounges on the sofa and situates you in his lap, your feet hanging over Rami’s, and your back to Gwilym. Joe is opposite you in an armchair.
“I wish I could contemplate, but there three dickheads aren’t even close to the real thing!” Rami exclamates, clearly staying in role. You giggle. “Mr. Mercury’s not fucking around today, is he?” you look at the boys faces. They all just shake their heads and sigh.
“I am happy.” Ben bites his lip “I got my baby right here” he squeezes you gently. “There isn’t anything I would want to do, than this, being here with you. All of you lads, you’re a fam already to me.”
“Hmm, you sure ‘bout that, princess?” Ben presses close to your ear, you don’t respond. “I could remember you swearing my name, how good I make you feel, baby.” He nibbles at your ear and neck. You giggle and flutter your legs a little up in Rami’s nose. He lifts a brow to you and you catch his graze, while Ben's face is buried in your neck. “Hmm” you pull gently away, you cup his cheeks “Well that’s something between you and I.”
“Isn’t that right, Rami?” you give him a sharp look.
“Oh you two! I swear Ben catches a very Roger temper lately, gets down to you to relive his frustrations from the role. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” he bites back at you.
“Good one, Malek” you admit and wink at him. Roger pulls in closely for a kiss, his hand rested on your lower back and the other traveling from your knee to your thigh.
“just go to your own trailer!” Joe snaps at you both.
Ben holds you in his arms, as he stands up and carries you to the door “Damn right, I am. Toodles”
At his own trailer, he places you like a piece of fine glass on the bed and hovers over you, his knee parts your legs. You pull him for a wee kiss, which turns into a hot make out session. His knee travels higher up you, and you involuntarily let out a small moan.
“Already, moaning? Haven’t even started with you yet” he cocks his head.
“Ben…” you hand traveled from his neck to his bare chest, gently stroking under his necklace “I love it when you are dressed like that. It does something to me... seeing you in 80s outfit, your chest sweaty and God, the faces you make while banging those drums.” He goes to suck on your jawline and under your chin. “And, fuck baby, when I look at you and the boys in those outfits, I swear you make my knees weak.” You squeak when he sucks on your sweet spot on your collarbone.
“Your smell, baby! It works like a spell on me, every time I inhale you” a sly smile on your lips. His gives you a few more hot kisses, while his hand creeps down to your jeans patting gently at between your legs. In which you whimper quite surprised.
“Shh now, doll” he breaths in your ear “We don’t wanna people hearing you” his hand covers your mouth. You decide to drive him crazy, and start to lick and suck on his palm, which alone makes his breaths hit the back of his throat.
“BEN HARDY!” bang on the door “BEN HARDY” another bang on the door.
He pulls away, jaw clenched. “Yes, I’m in here”
“You are late for your scene, come out NOW”
“Ugh, okay, okay! Jesus!” he grunts and stands up.
“Aw, don’t fuss now Ben, we’ll finish this at home” you wink at him as he walks out, leaving you all hot and bothered.
Later this week, Ben asked you to go to a nice restaurant on Friday night, with him and the boys, everybody would bring a date. Obviously you jumped at the idea, because it meant, a cute dress and heels, some makeup, a hairdo.
On Friday afternoon after work, you hurry to a nice bath. A good pamper, helped you relax your tense muscles. Then you slipped on a glitzy bardot dress. Hair on soft curls to the side, revealing your neck and earrings. Heels high and slim, were clicking on the floor. You took a moment or two to look at yourself in the full size mirror, totally admiring yourself, you didn’t notice Ben standing on the door frame, arms crossed in front, head rested to the side.
“Shit, you scared me Ben! How long, you’ve been creepin’ there?” you frown at him.
“Long enough to get drunk on your beauty. Let’s go, the others are waiting” his arm reaches to you.
At the restaurant you and Ben are sitting opposite Rami and his date, Gwilym and Joe with their dates on each side. Dinner was nice, you were genuinely having fun. A few glasses of Moet and you already felt a bit too funny about everything. Then you felt it, Ben’s hand palming your knee. You pat his a few times to reassure him to continue. As you passionately are debating with Rami on double standards in working conditions, you notice his eyes locked on your lips. From time to time, he gives a subtle lick. Meanwhile Ben’s hand travels up your thigh, massaging it. You pretend you don’t notice. In conversation, Rami slides a few more compliments, “Maybe it’s the wine” you convince your conscious about it. “Ben hasn’t protested about it, he just teases my mercilessly”.
As Ben continues to rub his thumb on the inside of your thigh, you gulp some more whine, feeling your wetness between your legs. Suddenly his thumb is all but pressing against your knickers and you shoot him a sharp look. “What you think you’re doing?” He lifts his other hand and orders some more champagne, “This bottle’s finished, we need a new one” he clears his throat. “Smoot” you whisper to his ear. His thumb, continues to draw circles around your wetness and you can’t help but exhale deeply pretending to stretch.
“You tired Y/N?” Rami cocks his head, from across the table. “Yeah, no, just, a long day” you murmur.
Ben’s movements speed up and you bury your head to his shoulder and whisper to him “Stop it, we’re in public! And fuck! Let’s leave now!” you purr. He chuckles and kisses your temple “Why? You don’t like it?”. “Ugh, please stop it, or finish it!” you whine. “Hmm, let’s see about that...” his head moves in Rami’s direction, your eyes follow and fall on his smirk. You notice his hand has disappeared under the table. Confused you turn to Ben again “What the fuck Ben?”
“If you are a good girl, I’ll let you come. All you have to do is look at Rami all the way down” he instructs you as his fingers tug your underwear to the side and insert a finger. You yelp and curse a little under your breath, slowly dragging your confused graze to Rami’s. He seems so concentrated, his eyes dark and lips pressed. You feel ashamed for a moment and turn to Ben again “Why? Does he know?”. He chuckles “Course he does, look at him, he’s a sucker for you right now”. You sip more champagne, and ben stops his movements and lifts hand to suck his fingers clean. Your face flushed and puzzled.
“The dinner tonight is lovely, isn’t that right?” Ben beams to everybody. Then you notice Rami’s date is long gone, Joe and Gwilym making their way out with their ladies and wave goodbye. It’s just you three left on the table. Ben’s fingers slide in again and he speaks without any hesitation “Your pussy is so lovely tonight, all wet and hot”.
Rami looks very busy now, both his hands are under the table and he seems very concentrated on him. Ben goes to continue his torture on your wet core and you completely freely let a few moans in response. After a few more, the knot in your stomach has build up close to your orgasm. “Ben” you whine. “Yes, baby?”, “I am so fucking close, fuck”. “Did you hear this Rami?”
“Sure did” he grunts across you. He yanks away his finger earning him a deep protest from you. “Now look at his face” Ben’s soft voice calms you from your almost high. Rami seems to be at his high, grunts and his head fall forward a little.
“You are so good Y/N” Rami smirks as he cleans his hands in the handkerchiefs on the table.
“I believe, the three of us should go for a drink at my place” Rami suggests.
“What do you say, love? Ben’s hungry eyes beg yours.
“Screw this, lets fucking go” determined you answer.
At Rami’s flat, you are moving around a large studio living room, overlooking the city. Soft and seductive music playing in the background. Ben is lounging on a sofa, his eyes following every move of yours. Rami comes behind you and hands you a glass of martini, his hands slide off your shoulders, to your body, feeling every curve.
“This! Over there, is the Shard” He speaks softly in your ear as you look out of the window, casually leaning on the piano next to you. His other hand on your waist, moving your body slowly in the rhythm of the music.
“The far other side, you see the Tate Modern” his lips on your ear move to your shoulder.
Suddenly Ben is standing next to you and takes your glass, placing it on the piano. He slides himself on your other side. Now Rami is on your right and Ben on your left. Ben’s arm wrapped around your waist, while Rami is kissing your shoulder with the softest of kisses.
The music is intoxicating, it makes you move with it, grinding to each side of the boys. Ben gently turns you towards him by your shoulders and gives you a lazy kiss on the lips. Rami’s hands on your waist grinding together, lips on your back.
Hands sliding the dress off your shoulders, you turn to Rami to taste his lips for the first time. After a while your dress is on the floor and the three of you grind slowly to the music. You then step out and confidently leave the boys a few steps ahead, taking sip from your martini. “Ben, kiss him, like you’d kiss me…” you wriggle the cherry in your mouth. Standing in all lacy underwear and high heels.
Rami’s hands cup Ben’s face as he pulls him in for a deep kiss, making you hiss at the show.
“What’s next, girl boss?” Ben lifts a brow eagerly.
“Take each other’s clothes off. But, slowly and in rhythm.” You confidently command enjoying your drink.
Rami’s hands slide off Ben’s blazer and with kisses down his chest, unbuttons his shirt. Ben does the same. You moan at the view and can’t help but move carefully closer. Situating between their bodies, you move to the beat, their hands all over your body.
Pulling away you dominate the situation, “Lead to the bedroom” you cock your head to Rami. “At your command” he takes your hand and leads, you hold Ben’s.
At the bedroom, you lay on the bed and spread yourself on the black satin sheets. The dimmed lights allow the city lights to gleam over your body. “Take off my heels” with low sultry voice you instruct. Each takes each shoe, taking their sweet time to admire your perfect legs.
“Ben, Rami. Tell me what you want to do to me” you smirk at them.
They pop on elbow at each side of you as you stare at the ceiling – huge mirror, overlooking the whole bedroom.
“Will fuck you from behind, while you grind against him” Ben speaks first. You bite your lip.
“But, not before WE please YOU first” Rami blinks seductively.
“Let’s get it on then” you nod, and start to get up, but Ben gently stops you and pushes on to lay on your back. “Let us, baby” Rami confirms.
Ben starts to trace kisses from your jaw, to your collarbone to your breasts. Rami massaging your arms, shoulders and neck, relaxing you further. Ben unhooks your bra and tosses is away, he starts playing with one nipple, while Rami takes on the other. All you are able to do it stare up and enjoy the sight. Before you know it, you’re panting. Rami goes down and lifts your bum up, while Ben slides your knickers off. Ben occupies your thigh and places kisses, licks and sucks, while Rami spreads your legs wide open and gives you a harsh lick collecting your juices from your hot entrance. He lifts his head up and savours, then turns to Ben “Come and taste her” Ben licks his lips clean, all between your legs front of your dripping heat. “Fuck, baby, you taste even better, when all on him” Ben’s voice is deep and low. Rami then leans in and starts sucking your clit keeping a good speed. Ben moves to your head and kneels. He lifts your head places is on his knees, while massaging your breasts and giving you small bites every now and then.
You grasp for air, when Rami inserts a finger inside of you and twirls is experimentally. He is quick to find your sweet spot, and he knows it from the way you squirm every time he touches it. You are a moaning mess, when Bens kisses you upside down, movie style to silence you.
You feel it building up in your stomach and ache your back “Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop, please” you beg. Rami inserts a second finger, while his lips suck on your clit.
“Show him baby, show Rami how you do it” Ben’s jaw is clenched.
His words push you over the edge and you let a loud scream and your body shakes. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body exploding. After a while when you come to your senses, you find Ben and Rami grinding to each other, “Take off your pants” you command “and underwear”
You purr at their hard cocks. “Rami, lay on your back” and he complies. You straddle him, your clit rubbing his erected cock. Ben situates himself behind you. “May I now, baby?” Ben asks, “Granted Ben!” you announce as he slides his length all the way in you. He grunts “Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock, baby, such a good girl” he leans to your neck. Rami’s eyes close as your pussy rubs his cock to his stomach with each movement of Ben. Your hands stretched to support yourself on Rami’s chest. He is grunting, panting, silently cursing. Ben whispers in your ear, what slutty little baby doll you are for him as he hits you from behind you moan. Soon you feel Rami’s cock twitching under your throbbing clit and you know he is close.
“Come Rami, I want to see your cum on my chest” you encourage and he doesn’t last any longer, and shoots straight on your bouncing breasts “Fuck Y/N, you’re so good” he praises you and you smirk.
Same time, Ben’s movements get sloppy and you know he’s close. “Baby, fuck, I’m so close, can I…”
“No! Hold it” you slide off him. “I want to watch you cum on Rami, your lips tremble. He complies. You give his length a few strokes and he shoots his load all over Rami, even got some on his mouth. Sweaty and flushed he rolls beside Rami and both pant for a while. Rami licks his lips and moans by Ben’s taste.
“This is fucking awesome” Ben admits after all you calm down.
“Told ya” Rami’s smirking.
“I’m going for a shower, who’s joining me?” Your sultry voice suggests, as you give them a blink and walk away.
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ART SCHOOL | Q&A with JEREMY SHOCKLEY
Like snapshots of memories morphed into vivid dreamscapes, LA based artist Jeremy Shockley creates narrative works featuring rainbows, clouds and creatures. In his landscapes, curtains reveal a cast of strange and dreamy characters on stage–that like clouds drifting through the sky, momentarily meet and interact on canvas. Find out more about his art, his inspiration and what he has coming up the rest of the year by taking the leap below!
Photographs courtesy of the artist.
Introduce yourself?
My name is Jeremy Shockley. I live in LA, specifically my studio is in El Sereno and I live in KTown. I'm a painter and also work in artland, typically helping figure out large scale works and exhibitions. I have a wonderful girlfriend named Nikki, a half blind angel dog named Willie, and five chickens: Debbie, Hairdo, Edna, Billy Jo, and Dink.
When did you begin having an interest in art and painting as a career? How or why do you think you gravitated towards painting?
I've pretty much always wanted to paint and draw for as long as I could remember. It all started drawing Ninja Turtles and Predator on my grandma's floor when I was around 4. My parents let me paint my entire room. My family was always supportive about making art...so I just always assumed it was a normal life path or something like that.
How do you describe your work to people who maybe unfamiliar with it? What are your paintings about?
It's hard for me to admit it, but I guess they are kind of Surrealist. I always hated surrealism, and then bam...I kind of just started doing it. I like my paintings to convey some type of narrative or snapshot of a memory. I like story telling, but prefer pictures over words.
In your works, you often have beautiful landscapes intertwined with the surreal–from melting rainbows to ghosts the landscape literally being curtain. When did you begin to discover the subjects for your paintings? How did that evolve and come-about?
The landscapes came about because I wanted a pretty backdrop for this cast of characters to live in. It evolved into landscape curtains when I went into full acceptance of it essentially being a stage. The characters are all some sort of amalgamation of my constant reading/listening to books on mythology and sci-fi. I keep a running story in my head of these characters and landscapes, so I really just pick a scene and paint that. It's a pretty fun way of working.
How has the places you’ve lived and its landscape influenced the work you create?
I'm from Travelers Rest, South Carolina and it is as pretty as the name suggests. It's in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains and a lot of my source imagery still comes from there. I also love Los Angeles and its beaches. Nothing is more calming that just painting an ocean. In the last few years I've been traveling a ton, so I carry a travel studio wherever I go. Keeps me sane and there's always something pretty or just the right kind of ugly to paint.
What was your last adventure or walk through your neighborhood that showed up in one of your work, thematically or just visually?
I go outside of my studio and just stare at the sky a lot. I'm a big fan of clouds and El Sereno skies are incredible in the afternoon. I just did a painting about waking up right after a shipwreck. It's painted like your looking out from behind eyelids. Had a great stormy day outside the studio for reference.
What IS your favorite thing to draw or paint? Do you have an UNfavorite thing to draw or paint?
I like clouds and creatures mostly. Softer and less structured things. I hate painting hard lines and rigid things. Metallic finishes are also tricky, but I'm working on those.
When did you start picking up the paint brush and taking your works to the canvas? What do you enjoy about painting as a process?
I probably started around 6th grade. Up until then I think it was all notebook paper drawings. I love drawing, but it's so much more fun just covering a surface with paint. I love a toothy surface that's really unpredictable to drag paint across.
What’s a typical day like for you when you’re in the studio?
I usually drive to Carl Jr's and get a bucket sized unsweet tea around 8:30am. I start working as soon as I walk into my studio, so I don't get distracted by my sweet VHS collection (thanks Richard Colman for that). I put on an audiobook and work straight through until around 7 or 8 pm. It always just goes by so fast.
What are your go-to art tools?
Oil Paint, Linseed, Lavender Spike, a bunch of brushes. 3 palletes, an old piece of bamboo to lean my arm on, so I don't drag in the wet paint, and some bent up old palette knives.
What are you constantly inspired by? And who are some of your early and current art influences?
I spend a lot of my time just looking at stuff and trying to figure out what colors it's made up of. Also, I love looking at old paintings, even like old ones at thrift stores. I've always loved Constable, Guston, and Ansel Adams. Recently: Forrest Bess, Albert York, Picasso, Bacon, Magritte, Monet, and more Constable.
What do you do when you are not painting or creating new work? How do you find yourself unwinding?
I hang out with our chickens and dog in our backyard. All of Nikki's fingers are green, and she made a lil nature paradise back there. Also, on Sundays I go to Applebees in Alhambra and have a Bloody Mary followed by whatever terrible action movie is playing at the movie theater next door.
What advice would you offer to an aspiring artist who might wanna follow in your footsteps?
I've worked with a lot of successful artists, and they all seem to have one thing in common: they are always working. I try to do the same. I love painting, so I do it every second I get.
What’s your best Art School tip that you want to share with folks? Some random wisdom you learned through your personal journey or just while making art?
I went to a cheap in state school, after seeing they had big free studios. The professors were also great. It was in a small town, so pretty much everyone was always working distraction free in their studios. It was amazing, and I didn't have any debt afterwards. It didn't have a big name, but we all came knowing how to make stuff. Thanks Winthrop University.
What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an artist? In an alternate universe, what would you have been career-wise?
I also have a degree in Psychology. I meant to be a Psychologist and even moved to NY to pursue research opportunities, but I got a job working for Tom Sachs and have been artbound ever since.
What’s a question you never get asked in an interview that you wanna ask yourself and answer?
What's your favorite Tom Hanks movie? Joe Versus the Volcano, obviously. I watch it on VHS at least once a month. There's this scene where the luggage all pops up out of the water and the moon is crazy looking. I honestly think it strongly influenced my art.
What are your favorite style of VANS?
Vans Authentic Chilli Pepper Red with Gumsoles. Favorite shoes of all time.
What’s coming up for you the rest of the year or into the next?
I have a couple of works going out into group shows and still in the works for a show abroad in September.
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StarPre: Zodiac Forms
Now that I’ve got the good quality official art, c’mon, did anyone seriously think I would not ramble about the zodiac forms in another long post? :P lol
Crap, I should be studying my Japanese since I’m traveling to Tokyo next week (GONNA GO VISIT THE PRECURE STORE, WOOOOT~!) but I want to get this post out first cuz I know I won’t have time or internet access to do it later.
So let’s do this!
Taurus form – BRAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDSSSSSSSSSS
8D
This one I like best out of Star’s two forms (but Pisces is awesome too!) for that reason but I also love how they changed her short tutu-style skirt into an asymmetric, flowing one. And that cow pattern is to die for~! <3
The butterfly earrings and horns are a very nice touch as well! *chef’s kiss*
Pisces form – I can’t explain why or how Hikaru pulls off the mermaid look so well…but she just does, okay?
Maybe it’s the twintails.
Anyways, super cute! Adding a touch of blue and deep magenta to the overall light pink theme really makes her look more tropical.
Then there are the sea accessories and ugh! Sometimes when I look at this, I’m reminded of Mermaid Melody except the way Star is designed here looks a lot more fun.
Before I get into this, I just want to say that we can now celebrate Lala’s bubble shorts blooming into space dresses! Aaaaaahhh~ <D
Leo form – Y’know when I saw Lala go “RAWR!” in the movie trailer, I was like “This is it, if this is the last thing I see, I’ll be happy I lived”, hahaha!
Lion imagery is just so cool, y’know? (as Gelato can testify)
The wild hair, the crown.
Yeap. This pretty much confirms it. Lala is Space Queen. ;D
Cancer form – I’m simultaneously gushing over her crab hair, how much I love this shade of yellow green and giggling mad that she resembles a jellyfish more than a crustacean. xDD
*sigh* Really, I think Lala’s forms turned out the best. They faithfully captured the aesthetics of the Star Princesses while retaining Milky’s original design and without making it overly gaudy, too.
Lala, you are perfect! <3
Libra form – Normally, I would say that’s too crazy for even crazy magical girl hair but then I remember Felice’s Alexandrite form and how extra that was in all its Mother Nature floral glory…
…and I just shut my trap.
Still, it seems like Libra form had the least effort put into it.
I mean, yea, they moved some colors around (more like seeped the orange into the ombre of Soleil’s hair) and extended the reaches of her dress but it’s practically the same thing save for Libra’s hairdo…which looks more like a wig she put on that anything.
That’s just it. The dual cornucopia there catches your attention right away on how…fake it looks that it’s as if the rest don’t matter as much. Which is sad cuz the Libra Star Princess is perhaps one of the best Star Princesses based on what little personality we did get from each of them. And I just wanted to see something more creative for her form, that’s all. :(
Maybe it’ll look better in motion? We’ll just have to see if that happens in the movie. As of right now, this still picture isn’t really helping my impression of it.
Scorpio form – Much better. Absolutely adore the slimmer cut and my, does Elena look downright gorgeous with a ponytail! <D
I’m always reading about how “full of passion” Scorpios are and while I don’t let those descriptions get in the way of appreciating their characters, have to admit that “passion” was the first word that came to my mind when I saw Soleil in this form.
She literally looks like a goddess of sunsets. Beautiful.
Capricorn form – Still not sure if I’m the type of person who favors something just because I so happen to share a quality or trait with that one certain aspect of a character…
And I freely admit that the Capricorn form is not the best of bunch (though it’s definitely not the worst)…
…but it looks unarguably lovely regardless and I love it with all my heart because me is a Capricorn, after all~ <3
The tiny hearts themselves may be a bit much but it’s part of Capricorn Star Princess’s design so honestly, I have zero problem with it. They’re adorable~
Then I kinda squealed because Selene traded her umbrella/lamp shade skirt for a fancy bed canopy! LOL xDD
But most of all, it’s simply wonderful to see Madoka with wavy hair (AGAIN WITH THE HAIR!). Ooooo, gotta love that transition from light purple to fuchsia! X3
Like I said before, they made the Cures’ respective color schemes and the Star Princesses’ color schemes quite compatible. But that’s a given since they’re within close range of each other anyway.
Sagittarius form – Ok, I may have said Lala’s forms looked the best but I believe the Sagittarius form alone can blow everyone else’s out of the sky.
I mean, look at her! Isn’t she friggin’ STUNNING?!
The long side pony tail (*SCREAMS*), the mature vibe the long gown gives off and most of all, MADOKA HOLDING AN ACTUAL BOW AND ARROW AND LOOKING LIKE A WARRIOR MAIDEN DESCENDING FROM THE HEAVENS TO PURGE THE EVIL FROM THIS WRETCH WORLD!!
HAAAAAA……I dunno why I get so emotional over form changes, I just do.
Alright, first things first. This is not the place for me to spill my grievances about Cosmos in general so rest assured, I won’t do that. But I am allowed to say one thing.
Toei. I don’t understand your incomplete logic.
Cure Cosmos is a rainbow Cure. You either give her all twelve differently colored forms or you give her none at all.
Seriously, it makes no sense that she gets four zodiac forms, leaving the other girls with only two when we could have had:
1) the original starters with three zodiac forms each
2) Cosmos with either twelve (because SHE’S THE CURE OF EFFIN’ RAINBOWS!!) or one exceptionally glorified rainbow super form (with seven cat tails because RAINBOWS!!)
This is less about midseason Cure privilege (which Cosmos has heaps of) or the fact that they won’t be able to fit so many forms in an hour long special (it’s movie budget so piss off!) and more about not doing your math right to get the best, maximum output! xP
*sigh* Ok, petty raging done (for now). Moving along…
Aries form – As some of you may know, I’m not a fan of Cosmos’ rainbow skirt but I find I can easily overlook that (along with the cat ears, the flat top hat décor, the weird braids and the dorito clips) to appreciate the full picture.
And the Aries form may just be my most favorite out of Cosmos’ forms. Since Aries is the ram constellation, the white wool trim looks appropriate, especially against the crimson of her outfit. Frankly, I think Cosmos looks better in this red design than her normal blue-rainbow Cure form.
Then there’s the poofy (kyaa~!) hair that just acts so well as a backdrop to the ram horns.
Mm, yes, definitely my favorite. *nod nod*
Gemini form – Again, where the fuck were you when Met Gala was happening this year?!
Like, this would not only fit right in with the camp theme but could’ve won best dressed that night!
The only thing I’d consider getting rid of is the rainbow but then it’d probably look less campy so maybe not.
Anyways, I was the least fond of this form when I first saw it but the more I look at it, the more I’m learning to like it…??
The red cape (and cherry earrings) provides a sharp contrast to all the green going on, too.
Virgo form – Azure blue complements light pink and white in a very angelic sort of way. Pretty~
Cosmos’ hair also looks delightfully charming when it’s curled and has a flower decoration in it.
…That’s all I have to say, really.
Oh no, wait.
It’s extremely odd to me that Cosmos gets two zodiac forms that correspond to other Cures’ birthday signs and she doesn’t even get the form of her own birthday sign.
Hikaru’s is Aries and Elena’s is Virgo. Look who got those forms.
Yuni’s sign is Libra. That form went to Soleil instead.
…WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?! >:/
Aquarius form – Is it just me or do the rainbow pleats actually work here?
We’re dealing with water and the droplet beads attached to the ends really reminds me of the rain so that’s probably why.
Cosmos’ hair also looks mega good in waves, too.
And the stars~! Exquisite!
On another note, again she always comes as a strange package because if cats in general hate water, then pairing Cosmos up with Aquarius is the biggest mismatch of them all, them both having a blue theme be damned. xD;
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*SIGH* Finished!
…Or not. One last thing. There’s always one last thing.
It’s just a real shame that these forms are exclusive to the movie. I mean, I know we all have our opinions on whether or not Form Changes are actually useful in the tv series (I don’t care, I just like looking at them and that’s reason enough for me)…
But the stock footage was severely underwhelming for StarPre so having these in the show may have done some good to alleviate that feeling.
Also, the Zodiac forms have a much closer relation to the space motif than the Twinkle forms do. Seriously, the most noticeable things about the Twinkle forms are the tiaras and it’s weird because we already have the Star Princesses. So WHY do we need to put tiaras on the Cures? They’re not aiming to become princesses themselves, they’re channeling the powers of the stars (aka the Zodiac princesses!) so they should take on appearance respective of the star signs!
Again, I really don’t understand Toei logic.
……AND ONE MORE THING! OMGODD
Is there anyone out there who tried to draw what the first four Cures would look like in the forms that went to Cosmos? And if there is, may I see them? Please, pretty pretty please please please?!?!?
#i can't art so i'm desperate#alrighty after sunday's ep post i'm off#will post about the Precure store later if I manage to find the time#wahaha if i'm lucky and/or not jetlagged i might even get to watch Precure Sunday morning in my hotel room#we'll see#star twinkle precure#cure star#cure milky#cure soleil#cure selene#cure cosmos#star princesses
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Love is Madness
Rating: T
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Genre: Dadaprof!Harry and Potionsmaster!Draco
Summary: Draco is oblivious, he and Harry need to get their shit together and Hermione is done™.
A/N: this is for @peraltiago-drarry for our group fic exchange! your prompts were amazing and i tried my best to make your dreams come true, but dude i apparently can’t write more than a hundred words consecutively without it turning into a hot pile of garbage. all my love and i hope you like it though!
Other authors: @okaypottah @tossermalfoy @pixiemalfoy @ssoftdrarry @hpotterlocked
The headmistress’s office hadn’t changed much since she had taken over from her predecessor, who, likewise, had not deemed it necessary to redecorate, in order to keep memories alive and to not destroy the beautiful peculiarity that gave the space a special kind of atmosphere seemingly calming to everyone who was allowed to enter. And it was, calming that is, at least to her.
She loved the way the many windows were not only granting a sensational view over Hogwarts and it’s grounds all the way to the forbidden forest, they were also, at least on good days, allowing sunshine to be dancing over the many odd artifacts and books that Hermione and the people who came before her had collected over time.
She loved the way strange sounds filled the room, she couldn’t stand silence these days. It reminded her way too much of the need to stay hidden, the fear of being discovered, quiet nights spent fearing for the world she was so proud to call home, the absent laughter of friends and loved ones that would never be heard again.
She loved-
“Hermione!”, the door burst open and ripped her out of her thoughts.
“Not again,” her eyes cast a pleading look over to the portraits behind her desk. Dumbledore met her gaze for a second and she was pretty sure she could see him smirk before he closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. To his left, McGonagall's painting was as it was most of the time, empty. Sighing to herself she turned around to face the reason of her despair: “I didn’t know you never learned how to knock.”
“I’m sorry, but he’s literally driving me insane! I swear, i can feel how my brain is slowly deteriorating! I don’t know how long it will be before I do something we will both regret. He’s fucking planning something again, I just know it. I already tried to talk to Neville and he was no fucking help, as expected.” He stumbled up the few uneven steps leading to the big circular opening of Hermione’s office.
“Now hold on a second, Neville has nothing to do with your inability to solve your own problems. Also these delusions have to stop, we’ve been over this enough times. He’s not planning anything, and if he is, it’s probably none of your business.” She frowned, her tightly knitted brows drawing closer together.
Trying to control his anger his fists clenched at his sides. “You just don’t get it, Hermione! If I have too look at his stupid smirking face one more time…”
“Why can’t you two just at least behave like professionals about this?”, she violently shook her head, a few loose curls breaking free from her hairdo, swinging around her face. “I’m not asking you to be friends or get married for Godric’s sake! Please, just try to be a little more agreeable with each other.”
“I am trying!”, he spluttered,”he is the one that’s not agreeable. I can already see the headlines! Chosen One attacked! Hogwarts Potions Master arrested! Or what do you think of Reformed Death-Eater Draco Malfoy: Not reformed after all? Please Hermione, I beg you, don’t let me end up in Azkaban! I will die if I have to go there a second time, I promise you, I will die.” He flourished his hands, his usually so sleek appearance ruined by his frenzied behaviour.
“Merlin, Draco, could you be any more dramatic?” She rolled her eyes and was met with an offended gasp. “Dramatic? Me? You’re the one who chooses to ignore the problematic behaviour of one of your employees. I simply cannot continue to work like this!”
Hermione took a deep breath, letting the atmosphere of the room calm her. “Okay, Draco, listen to me. As Headmistress of this school, I am telling you, and by that I mean you and Harry to get over your little rivalry or whatever this is. You are not only interrupting the orderly running of lessons, but if I have to listen to either you or Harry complain about each other one more time I will be forced to find replacements for you both. How’s that for ignoring problematic behaviour?”
“The nerve of that woman! As if I’m the one who should be reprimanded for his behaviour!” He was fuming. He didn’t care what Hermione or Neville said. He was not crazy, at least not yet. Potter was planning something and it irked him that he couldn’t work out what it was. There was no way Potter’s unwillingness to do anything productive during their meetings could be explained otherwise. Also what was it with all that staring? It made Dracos skin itch uncomfortably to say the least.
The only thing that bugged him even more, was that they were supposed to work together on a project for inter house unity, another one of Hermione’s brilliant ideas that did nothing more than helping Draco lose his mind even faster. In those rare moments where he was being completely honest with himself, he could see the benefits. Hermione and her ideas brought a new kind of peace over the school, something that hadn’t existed for as long as Draco could remember.
He could also see how it made sense that it was Potter and him who were the ones chosen to do the project, after all if the respective Heads of Slytherin and Gryffindor could get their shit together and work alongside each other, why shouldn’t everyone else do too. But all these facts did nothing to calm Draco down as he stormed down the corridors, his robes whirling behind him, making his way towards in the dungeons.
Still grumbling he made a sharp turn around the last corner, coming to an abrupt stop as his gaze fell upon a very distinctive head of unruly dark hair, blocking the door to his private rooms.
“What are you doing here, Potter?”, he snapped, pushing past Potter and entering his study. “Hello Draco, nice to see you too”, he replied, a slow grin stretching across his features as he followed him inside and planted himself in Draco’s favourite armchair.
Draco leaned against his cluttered desk with a huff when Potter spoke again. “I thought you maybe had calmed down so we could talk about why you left our meeting today in such a hurry.”
“Why I left..? Are you being serious? You were just sitting there, not saying or doing anything remotely helpful, instead letting me do all the work by myself and staring at me with your insanely stupid green eyes! Why are you always just staring?”, he exclaimed, raking his fingers through his blond, already dishevelled hair.
It was nice, letting all his frustration out on Potter. It reminded him of their school days, at least without all the punches and such. Speaking of Potter, Draco was pretty sure he had said something, though with the way he was inspecting his shoes rather than looking at Draco, he wasn’t certain. “Sorry, did you say something? I can’t hear you when you’re mumbling into your lap.”
When Potter looked up Draco could see the light bush that was creeping its way onto his face. “I said: Cause you’re pretty”, this time he looked Draco in the eyes while speaking.
“W-What..?” Draco was still not sure he understood correctly, he couldn’t be. Against his will he could feel his face starting to burn with embarrassment. “Is this one of your stupid ploys to humiliate me? Because it won’t work.”
“Humiliate you? Merlin Draco, we’re not at school anymore, well technically we are, but, no, forget it. You know what, I’m just gonna do it now. I wanted to wait for the right time and all that but you’re just so unbelievably dense.” Draco spluttered. “Excuse me?”
“Just shut up for a second, will you?” He took Draco's offended silence as a sign to continue. “Will you let me take you out? On a date?” Potter’s eyes nervously raked over Draco’s face gauging his reaction.
“You..want to date..me? Why..?”, he whispered, his voice so different from the irritated tone he had used only moments before. Potter was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, but looked at Draco with a kind of fierce determination that made his knees weaken.
“Well, as I said, you’re very pretty”, he stopped the fiddling and pushed himself up, out of the armchair and towards Draco, his piercing gaze never leaving Draco’s wide eyes. “But you’re also smart and can be actually funny, when you’re not being spiteful. Although even that can be amusing when it’s directed at the right person.” A small smile was stealing its way onto Draco’s lips.
“You have made an effort to right your past wrongs, offering apologies to everyone, not expecting them to accept, but hoping nonetheless. You’ve worked so hard to get this teaching position, to get your degree, not letting prejudiced idiots stop you. You made friends with the people most important to me, which I know you didn’t do for me, but still..” He stood close to Draco now, who was still so very confused with the way this conversation was somehow turning out very different than he had expected it to.
Draco swallowed, Harry’s eyes now downcast, following the way his throat moved. Looking at Harry he didn’t quite remember how he ended up in this situation, crowded against his desk, his brain not coming up with much more than how the green of Harry’s eyes was even greener up close and how soft his lips looked and wondering if his hair would be soft if he raked his fingers through it. “Potter..I..”, he murmured, gaze snapping back up to meet Harry's.
“Can I..?” Draco could only guess what he meant, but when Harry's lips met his, every rational thought flew far from his grasp. When he was later asked how their first kiss had been like, he would say it was a little like an explosion, setting his veins on fire, which, sure, sounded fucking clichè, but it was the truth.
It was barely a meeting of lips, but he could feel their magic flooding around them, interlacing and then retreating again.
It was perfect, it was too much, and at the same time not enough.
Draco knew he could never be without it again.
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Lover Boy (C.H.)
(Pic’s not mine)
Summary: Calum’s morning with his boyfriend.
Requested: Yes
Note: Don’t be afraid to leave feedback. I was thinking about writing a queer series, so let me know how you’d like that.
Groaning, Calum reached his hand out towards the nightstand. His phone was laying on the top of it, blasting a U2 song that Calum used for his ringtone at top volume. He touched the green button with his thumb before he even brought the phone over to look at who was calling him.
“Yeah?“ He said into the device once it was next to his ear and he used his other hand to rub the sleep from his eyes before he would open them.
It was Ashton, apologizing that he had to cancel their brunch. It was only then that Calum realized that they were really supposed to meet in… Less than two hours, he found out after pulling the phone away just enough to be able to check the time. It had completely slipped his mind.
“No. No. It ’s fine. Don’t worry,“ Calum assured him in a raspy, morning voice. “Loverboy arrived last night.“ He had hated this nickname when the boys used it for the first time. Calum felt as if they were teasing him about the fondness they had for each other. To be fair, they were. But it was all in a good measure, and they would tease him in the exact same way if the person he had fallen for was a girl. Calum was never on for pet names, but this one somehow grew on him the more the boys used it. Loverboy’s real name was just very rarely used in a conversation when Calum talked about him with his friends.
Calum rolled his eyes while he listened to Ashton’s talking. It seemed he was too excited about this, and a part of Calum was terrified that his friend would try to talk them into going for some double date again. While Ashton went off on the line, mentioning how it’s actually a good thing that he called to cancel it because otherwise, he would most probably end up sitting in the café alone, Calum turned to his side.
His eyes fell on the lover boy. His boy. And Calum’s lips immediately curled up into a smile. No matter what he said, Calum still stood by his opinion that he looked like an angel when he was asleep. Even angels sometimes drooled over their pillows, he was sure.
Loverboy’s lips were just partly opened as he lay with his head on the side. Few strands of hair were falling into his face, while the rest of it was a complete mess, pointing in all sorts of directions. Calum couldn’t make fun of that hairdo, he knew that he was partly responsible for that. If his hands hadn’t tugged on the soft, damp hair the way they did last night, they wouldn’t be in such a messy state.
How could he help himself though? It had been exactly two months since the last time he had seen him, in person, at least. When Calum had parked his car in front of the house yesterday, he was rather confused when he saw someone sitting at his doorstep. He had to take a few steps forward before he recognized him. Loverboy had laughed at how quick Calum’s strides were, but before he had the chance to make any teasing remark, Calum already had his hands on the sides of his neck and held his bottom lip in his mouth.
Calum just had to touch him, make sure that he was really here. He had hung on his every word when they had finally pulled away and got inside. The flight had been crazy, there was a kid kicking into his seat the whole damn time and loverboy joked about all the awful things people are willing to go through just because of love.
Cal then tried his best to make the horrific flight worth it.
They had fallen asleep just before the sun was supposed to come up and those fresh memories made him feel fuzzy on the inside.
Smiling, he reached out his hand and touched the mark he had left on loverboy’s chest softly with the tip of his fingers, drawing a little heart around the bruise. “Sorry. I’m not listening,“ he admitted into the phone after a moment of being completely silent. “I’ll call you later, yeah? Take care, mate.“ With that, Calum put the phone down on the bed beside him.
Loverboy shifted for a little bit, the light touch on his chest tickling him. Calum had to chuckle for himself when he pushed the hand away in his sleep. Minutes have passed and Calum just watched him, love written all over his face. Cal knew that he had to be awfully tired and he didn’t want to disturb him, but he couldn’t just stay away. Not when he was finally here. Calum had spent so long wishing to be waking up beside him. It felt almost surreal.
Slowly, Calum scooted closer. He looked up to his calm and relaxed face to check that the moving bed didn’t wake him up. It seemed that it didn’t and so he carefully let his head rest on loverboy’s chest. Once it was settled there, on a place where it just simply seemed to belong to, Calum gently put his arm over his stomach.
He shut his eyes closed and wanted to go back to sleep. The dreamland was almost within a reach when he was pulled back into the reality. A drowsy voice cutting through the silence. “Can you just not breathe or something? The air’s tickling me.“ That was probably the worst thing he could say as it only made Calum chuckle, and another warm wave of air brushed over his bare chest.
Calum lifted his head up to look at him, but he still had his eyes closed. “The moment I stop breathing, I’ll die. You realize that, right?“ He pointed out amusedly. There was a huff in a response and Calum slowly shook his head. He inched his face closer, placing a small kiss under his jaw.
No reaction.
He tried it again but there was nothing more than just a small tug on the corner of loverboy’s mouth. Calum felt foolish because of how soft even just the smallest thing made him feel, how much he adored little things like this one. The smile on loverboy’s face began to grow with each peck Calum gave him and once there was a full smile, Calum rolled himself over to lie right on the top of him, propping himself up slightly by his forearms that were placed on the pillow. A pair of strong arms immediately snaked around his waist to keep him in place and stop him from moving away. They squeezed him lightly and Cal dipped his head down. He smiled as the lips bellow him pursed slightly, expecting a kiss but Calum did nothing more than to just brush them softly against each other.
“Come on…. You woke me up. I deserve a kiss.“
Their eyes finally met and the way in which loverboy looked up at him almost made Calum melt. The boy underneath him lifted his head up slightly towards him, causing their noses to touch. Calum smiled as the boy kissed the corner of his mouth, big warm hands stroking up and down his back. He would be more than willing to give him everything and anything right there.
His boy didn’t deserve just one kiss. He deserved the fucking world.
#calum hood fic#calum hood blurb#calum hood imagine#calum hood#5sos#5sos blurb#5sos blurbs#5sos imagine#5sos fic#5 seconds of summer#5 seconds of summer blurb#5 seconds of summer imagine
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Confession
Drabble game! I had this laying around waiting for me to realease it. I got too inspired! I hope you like it even though I got kinda fluffy at the start! @francais404francais
Remember you all can request anything, not necessarily from the Drabble list, you can just request anything you want! Thanks for all the notifications and for reading my stuff!
Jung Hoseok was your best friend from all your life and he was also your neighbor. You literally could open your windows and talk all night long through it since your houses were side by side.
You went to school together and now were even going to the same university. You were inseparable. His sister was your brother’s girlfriend and everyone in the family teased you that you would end up marrying Hoseok but you always took that as a joke, you didn’t think he was interested in you in those ways.
Tonight was your prom night and, of course, Hoseok was your prom date. He asked you in such a funny way. One day you were at the cafeteria eating lunch with your friends when suddenly he appeared with a boombox, blasted some music, got on the table, started dancing sexy for you and then his friends appeared holding a big poster that said “Can I have your prom dance?”. You couldn’t say no, besides he was your best friend after all.
There you were with your long pretty dress, your hairdo and perfect makeup waiting for him.
The doorbell rang and suddenly you felt butterflies in your stomach. You felt weird because it was only Hoseok but for some reason he was making you nervous.
Your mom opened the door to reveal a Hoseok in a tuxedo, looking more hansome than ever, holding your corsage. As soon as he saw you his jaw dropped dramatically. “Wow! Y/N you look gorgeous oh my god!”.
You blushed and smiled. “You look handsome yourself, Hoseok.”
“Shall we go? The limo is waiting for us,” he said while making you take his arm like the whole gentleman he was. Your parents were wild taking pictures and you both were as nervous and embarrassed. Finally you got into the limo and headed to the prom.
It was a wild night, full of drinking, dancing and laughter. You never left Hoseoks side and apparently he was happy about it.
As the prom ended you headed to a beach that was near, your heals in your hands while you were barefoot from the pain you had from so much dancing. Hoseok walked by your side, talking about nonsense. You sat on the sand with your pretty dress, not caring about anything. Hoseok sat by your side and for a moment you were both silent.
“Y/N...” he broke the silence.
“Yeah?”
“I-I have something to tell you,” he said kinda nervous.
“What is it?”
“Promise me you won’t panic and that nothing will change after this.” He held out his pinky finger. You were scared of what he was going to say, usually your pinky promises were as valid as anything serious. You trusted Hoseok so you interlocked pinkies, “Promise.”
“Y/N... i like you.”
You thought he was joking and said “Aww Hoseok, I like you too!”
“No Y/N, you don’t understand. I really like you as in more than friends, as I want to date you.”
Silence grew between you two. You sat there looking at the waves, thinking in what to say.
Hoseok was an splendid man, he spoiled you, he was always there for you, he listened to you, he supported you and he knew you really well. Physically he was hot, his smile was the best.
Considering you got nervous before when he picked you up, did you liked Hoseok? You started thinking about him in those ways. Taking his delicate hands, kissing his heart shaped lips, being under his perfect body... you started blushing at the thought, you were thankful that you were just under the moonlight and he couldn’t see you well.
“Say something please,” he said almost as a whisper. You took his hand, lacing fingers, he looked at you shocked.
“Hoseok, I would be honored to date you.”
He smiled, “So is that a yes?”
“It is.”
“Thank God! I was so nervous.”
“Silly!” You pushed him and he pushed you back making you fall completely to the sand. He started to tickle you. Your laughs sounded through all the place “Hoseok stop!!! HAHAHAH!”
He got on top of you, his thighs on each side of you, his expression changing to a serious one. He started getting closer to your face. You pulled him by the tie “Just kiss me already,” you smiled and he also smiled.
His lips touched yours tenderly, they started moving in synchronization with yours, slowly, taking their time to know each other. He then pulled away, looking directly to your eyes, you passed your fingers through his hair.
“You know how much I dreamt about this? It feels surreal,” he said.
You caressed his face, “We should go to the hotel room, it’s getting kinda cold.”
“Sure, let’s go.”
You never planned this, you never thought it would be so fast, but here you were kissing wildly, under Hoseok.
“Let me peel off your dress huh?” he said while kissing your neck. “You look beautiful in it but it’s bothering us already, don’t you think?” You just nodded out of breath.
“Get up,” he commanded and you obeyed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed holding your hips. “Turn around please.” He spun you, his hands running up your back, looking for the zipper. When his fingers found it, he started unzipping it slowly, enjoying every inch of skin exposed to him. He then slid the sleeves off your shoulders, his hands caressing down your arms. Your dress fell graciously, pooling on your feet. He then spun you again so now you were facing him.
Looking at you dazzled, eyes shining he said “Wow, you’re a goddess.” His hands held you still, then he started kissing your belly, going up your torso and down again kissing your thighs. “You’re beautiful Y/N” he whispered on your skin making you smile. “Come,” he invited you to the bed again.
He was kissing you again, his tongue reaching yours. Your hands started to unbutton his shirt and when his abs were finally exposed your hands were touching him everywhere. He was nervous, you could tell by the way his hands trembled. He was trying to unclasp your bra but his trembling hands didn’t help much. He finally did, his hands taking your bra and throwing it to the floor. He stopped everything to just look at you which made you a little uncomfortable.
“Relax, you’re beautiful. It’s just I still can’t believe it.”
You just smiled at him but then asked “Can you take off your pants? I feel like you’re still dressed while I’m here almost naked.”
“Sure, anything’s to make you comfortable.” He then unbuttoned his pants. He was struggling to take them off which made you laugh. “They don’t want to leave apparently,” he said being funny.
He started kissing you again, his mouth running from your mouth, to your neck to then reach your breasts. He looked at you directly into your eyes while taking a nipple inside his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and then he sucked it. You moaned from how sexy he looked “Ah~ Hoseok.” He winked at you and then moved to give attention to your other nipple. His hand moved down your torso, reaching between your legs, his fingers trying to get into your panties. They were spreading your folds to find your bundle of nerves and when they did he started drawing circles on it. A gasp escaped from your lips from the sudden shot of pleasure you were feeling. “Wow, you’re so wet.” He continued with this for a while until he knew you were ready to take his fingers.
A finger slipped into you making you hiss. He then started pumping it inside you, making you go crazy.
“You’re so tight Jagiya, are you a virgin?”.
“Hoseok, please don’t stop, your fingers feel so good,” you begged suddenly feeling surprised by your own words.
“I need to know baby, I need to prepare you well.”
“Yes, I am.” Feeling a little embarrassed of your confession.
“It’s okay, nothing to be ashamed of. Im happy I get to be your first,” he said proudly.
He then kneeled on the bed to take off your underwear. He grabbed it and then pull it down your legs, making you raise a little to finally take it off. You closed your legs feeling a little conscious. He started kissing your legs, down from your foot up to your knee then to your thigh. “Open them babygirl, it’s okay,” he whispered sweetly, caressing your thighs. You complied giving him access to your core.
He started running his nose, leaving butterfly kisses up you thighs until his mouth reached to your center. His hands still trembled while holding your legs apart. “Are you nervous Hoseok?” You asked him.
“I am. Having a goddess with you on bed is not easy.” You smiled at his response, he could always make you smile even in situations like these.
His finger started going up your slit, exploring you, his mouth dangerously close to your core. His fingers spread you and then his tongue started licking you. A sudden moan grew out of your throat. His tongue lapping on your clit furiously. Your breathing started to grow uneven and then you gasped when he suddenly sucked on you. “Oh Fuck!”
He was licking you faster, sometimes sucking, sometimes nibbling, making you a moan mess, his hands were pressing your thighs down to avoid them to close. “Ah! Hoseok it feels too good!” He grunted “Fuck, you’re really wet. You’re so ready.”
He stopped making you grunt of frustration. He laughed at your reaction “Patience Jagi, Im going to make you feel good with other things.”
“I want to suck you,” you said surprising him. He smirked and laid back on the bed. “Come, It’s waiting for you.” His voice sounded so sexy it made you shiver.
Taking the elastic of his boxers in your hands, you slid them down his legs, his erection springing free. You couldn’t avoid blushing a little when you saw his dick, it was perfect. “Like what you see?” He said laughing a little. “I love what I see,” you replied taking him by the base, his eyes very attentive on every move you made. You gave him a lick from the base to the tip, his mouth forming an o. Your tongue started swirling around his tip, he looked at you amazed, his hand taking your hair out of your face. You then took him into your mouth, going as down as you could his breathing stopped for a moment and when you went back up, sucking him, he let out a shaky moan “Ah~ yes!”
You started bobbing on him, he was biting his lower lip. He arched a little, his back going back “Shit! Jagi stop! You’re gonna make me cum. You’re so good!” You let go of him with a pop, leaving his gasping. “Wow! You’re really good, but now I’m going to take you all. Come, lie down.”
Suddenly you got nervous, he saw it in your eyes “Relax, you’re going to be okay. Unless you don’t want this, I can always wait until you’re ready.” He was so sweet, what did you do to deserve him?
“Im okay don’t worry. I’m just a little nervous.” He smiled and kissed you, “I’ll be back in a second.”
He got off the bed and went to look for something in his wallet. He climbed back into the bed with the tinfoil package, knowing what it was made you more nervous. He opened it and rolled it down his length.
“You’re ready?” You nodded out of words.
“Spread your legs for me baby.” His words were making you go insane, you sighed. “It’s going to be okay, Im going slowly okay?” He caressed your cheek.
He placed himself between your legs, you were watching every move he made. He started to rub his tip on your core, looking for your entrance, you let out a heavy sigh. “Relax, trust me.”
He then eased into you slowly. You flinched a little at the pain from the stretch. “Shit! Hoseok! It hurts!” You whimpered.
“Ah~Jagi, relax, you’re clenching me,” he whimpered too. You started taking deep breaths to ease the pain. When it stopped you nodded, he felt you relax and continued to go into you. “You’re okay?” he whispered. “Mjm,” you managed to say.
He started moving in and out slowly. It was starting to feel good. “You’re so tight, wow.”
“Mmmff! It feels so good,” you moaned.
He took that as a hint to go a little faster. His hips moved sinfully. This new feeling was something you wanted to repeat over and over again.
“You look amazing my love,” he said pounding into you. You both were a sinful melody, combining moans, sighs grunts and whimpers. His moans were driving you insane. “Shit Hoseok, you’re driving me insane! Please don’t stop!”
He shifted his position to one where he could reach deeper into you, putting one of your legs on his shoulder. He was reaching your sweet spot, that spot you didn’t know it was reachable. “Fuck! Hoseok! Right there!” you screamed.
“You like it there? Yeah?” he said in a breathy moan.
“Uuuu! Harder please!”
Hoseok was now hitting you harder, the hotel bed moving with you. Your hands were scratching his back, your nails digging deep leaving marks and he moaned because of it “Fuck! Y/N!”
You then felt a knot in your stomach, trying to be freed. Hoseok noticed you were clenching “Are you gonna cum babygirl?” He started going faster, trying to make you reach your high. “Oh fuck! Hoseok!”
Your legs started trembling, you were on the edge of exploding. “Cum baby, let go,” he whispered in your ear. Yo felt your eyes roll, your body stiffened and a scream left your lips. A shiver ran through all of your body and then a feeling of relaxation took over your body.
Hoseok’s cursings brought you back to reality “Fuuuuck! Im gonna cum baby.” You couldn’t talk, you were too fucked up at the moment. He crashed on you, the sexiest moan sprouting from his lips, you felt him pulsing into you. He started kissing your cheeks, your neck, wherever his lips reached. He pulled out off you, taking off the condom, making a knot and throwing it into a trashcan.
He came back to the bed to cuddle you.
“How do you feel?” he asked while caressing your hair.
“I feel amazing, though Im a little tired.”
“Let’s sleep it off, yeah?”
“We should.”
He closed his eyes, you were studying him, how perfect he looked so close and so innocent. “Hoseok?”
“Yeah Jagiya?”
“Do you still like me?”
He opened one eye to look at you, “I like you even more now.” He then rolled over, pecked your lips and you both went to sleep.
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Ranking the JGPF Pairs SP
Aka something I should have finished doing days ago but... well... new year old me, go figure.
A couple of points to begin with
- I’ve only recently gotten into figure skating, therefore I’m in no means a specialist. I really can’t comment on a skater’s technique. My enjoyment of a program mostly relies on the packaging and interpretation of the skater.
- Pairs skating is my absolute favourite discipline also if anyone wants to hear me rambling about RusNats pair event which was awesome and brilliant and basically the best thing ever...
So let’s start. From worst to best
6 - Anastasia Poluianova/Dmitry Sopot - Rain in Your Black Eyes (vid from JGPF)
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Probably my least favourite russian junior pair at the moment (also why on earth did Pepeleva/Pleshkov receive only one JGP assignement ?). Last year they had pretty good packaging, but here... Their short is lackluster and a bit boring. But ultimately, they look really slow and laboured on the ice, and a bit stiff/awkward during the step sequence.
On the plus side, I really like Anastasia’s position when she exists the throw jump. She’s quite elegant with her arm forward. And I like their lift position.
Ironically enough, Sui/Han are skating to the same music for their FP
5 - Ksenia Akhantieva/Valerii Kolesov - Interstellar OST (vid from JGPF)
Okay, first of all, I absolutely love their costumes. I like the colours, I like the futuristic vibe given by the silver V on their shirts. The program is nice enough, if nothing special. Also I feel like they have already developped a pretty good connection between them and it shows in their skating. I like their throw and twist. They have definitely a lot of room to grow and I’m really excited to see it.
4 - Apollinaria Panfylova/Dmitry Rylov - I Put A Spell On You (vid from JGPF)
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There’s only so much I Put a Spell programs I can take but juniors get a pass for skating to a warhorse. Actually it’s really a sensible choice and they’ll have time to develop their own style later. Apollinaria’s dress and hairdo are beautiful. That pair is also very pleasing to watch, beautiful lines and extensions, outstanding elements... The choreo is a bit meh and not really suited to the music IMO. I feel like they should skate a bit faster, more agressive, idk...
3 - Sarah Feng/TJ Nyman - Farrucas (vid from JGP Ostrava)
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The problem with Feng/Nyman is that they are hit or miss. When they’re on they’re great, (upsetting the russians, qualifying for JGPF, they only non-russian pair to do so), but they tend to fall apart after the first mistake. Also they need to fix their twist. Apart from that I really like this program. I adore Sarah’s dress... I adore watching her in general. She has beautiful expressions and nice musicality. Also the step sequence is fire.
2 - Anastasia Mishina/Aleksandr Galiamov - Party Like A Russian (vid from JGP Richmond)
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That program is bonkers and I love it ! Anastasia just draws your eyes like a magnet, and Aleksander is also a beautiful skater. Great skating skills, great throws... They still have to work on their lift tho, even if they have nice positions. It’s a shame they were a bit to stiff (anxious?) at JGPF but they had a good skate at RusNats.
1 - Polina Kostiukovich/Dmitry Ialin - Tomb Raider OST (vid from JGPF)
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Seriously tho, junior russian pairs have better packaging than senior ones ! That SP is amazing. K/I’s speed is insane, their lift entry and exit are crazy, their twist is breathtaking. I love how fierce they are. Also that final pose with Polina shooting her leg up ? Iconic. And Survivor is a great tune to skate to.
(note I can’t upload A/K’s SP, dunno why, tumblr wont let me. I’ll try to fix that)
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Mix tape and wardrobe for the ocs of your choice!
Thank you SO MUCH and for your patience as I took a million years to answer this one!! I was hoping someone might ask me mixtape! I get obsessive with music for my OCs. Also I’m finally figuring out what “future fashion” looks like, so wardrobe is gonna be super helpful to think about!
mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.
I’m going to do six because I have six main characters, haha! I hope that’s okay!
Ben: “New Constellations” by Ryn Weaver -- This song captures Ben’s adventurous spirit, as well as his penchant for planning. He’s so concerned with the path he’s laid out for himself (the constellations with which he’s familiar, being the metaphor here), and this song, to me, encapsulates his realization that he can find or create NEW constellations to guide his life by, and that these new plans, new guiding lights will free him.
Ipeivie: “Known & Loved” by Joel Ansett (if you ignore the hymn at the end) -- To me, the great tragedy of Ipeivie’s life is that he’s never allowed someone to get to know him, not fully. And because he’s stopped himself from forming any deep, meaningful connections, he’s felt unloved and as though he doesn’t belong anywhere. This song captures the hope he feels on the precipice of someone truly knowing him, truly loving him -- and finally having a place to belong.
Rheom: “The Great Unknown” by Jukebox The Ghost -- This is such a Rheom song it’s painful. They are so curious about the universe, and so excited to strike out and find their own path. The future, and the entirety of space, is a mass of possibility to them. This song captures their optimism, their excitement, and their drive to learn everything there is to know.
Rory: “The Best is Yet To Come” by Sheppard — We meet Rory at a point in his life in which he’s really dug himself a rut. He thinks that there’s nothing left to look forward to, and he doesn’t know who he is or what he wants, and he’s pretty sure he never will. This song is him just on the verge of the realization of his purpose, and the more important realization that he still HAS a purpose.
Poa: "Claustrophobic” by Cereus Bright -- Poa’s whole life has been a balancing act between what her family wants and expects from her and who she really is. Her family, and the honor of her pod, is EVERYTHING to her, and she’s followed a pretty strict path that they support and helped her choose, and while she likes her life for the most part, there are certain desires (that cute, chubby human girl, for one) and interests that she’s squashed to fit their mold. This song is all about that, to me.
Chhavi: “Sunshine” by POWERS -- Chhavi is DOGGEDLY optimistic, and I mean to say that when everything is falling apart around her, she will manically try to cling to hope. It’s almost a compulsion. In her mind, no matter what is happening, “Sunshine’s gonna come down,” any day now. Sometimes she even believes it! The energy of this song really captures her, I think.
wardrobe: what’s your OC(s) style like?
So I’m totally not doing all six for this one, haha! I’ll do Ip and Ben, since they’re the main boys of the first book (and where my brain is right now)
Dris fashion is all about function. Since they’re semi-aquatic, and LoDris is a hot planet, it’s often easier not to wear clothes at all. Going shirtless is very common, and the only pants anyone ever wears are tight, waterproof leggings-- often customized with geometric patterns and bulky belts where they clip their belongings. In Riali, the city where Ip grew up, it’s hotter than almost anywhere else on the planet, but he always wears a shirt (tight, and made of the same material as typical leggings, always a single dark color so he doesn’t stand out). His markings are very unique, and usually considered weird and unattractive, so he tends to cover up. The military is a boon for him, because the military is one of the few institutions in which a full body-suit uniform is required. HOWEVER when he comes back from being stranded in time for two years, with a hot human boyfriend who thinks his spots are sexy, he goes shirtless ALL the time, and occasionally pantless, too. (Modesty is very different on LoDris. Lots of folks go pantless).
As for Ben, I’m kind of modeling the entire aesthetic of Future!Earth on ‘90s sci-fi, so a lot of shine, a lot of bright colors, and some really unnecessary accouterments. You’ll usually find Ben wearing a shirt that has a collar up to the middle of his neck, brightly-colored with a V-like dip from the top of the collar to his collarbone and a flare at his shoulders, plus straight-leg pants with an iridescent strip down the side and slick, slightly heeled shoes. In relation to the fashion of Future!Earth, this is basically the equivalent of a collared shirt and slacks. Some fashions are WILD (chrome arm-warmers that reach from wrist to bicep; foot-long, iridescent spikes in elaborate hairdos; what are basically electrical cords knit tight together to form corsets, crop-tops and the like. I wish I could draw so I could show you some of the crazy shit in my head).
Anyway, this got SO LONG I’m so sorry!!! I just..... have a lot of feelings. And it’s probably incoherent, but I tried. Haha!
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Bonfire Night Headcanons
• In one chilly November month in the early 80s, Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin, are in a History class at school, taught by the ‘ever so boring’, Mr Whelan, as Mike calls him. They aren’t paying much mind to the lesson and what Mr Whelan is saying, as History has never really been a subject that the boys relish in or excel at. Lucas and Dustin are usually the only ones who are sometimes, intrigued by the more ‘interesting’ topics they cover, such as; The American Revolution, or sometimes, Army and Military History-Lucas especially loves this type of History. But for the most part, the topics are usually dull and uninteresting to them-Will often sneaks out a bag of crayons from his backpack and begins sketching away behind his taller friend’s-(Mike’s) back. Mike is usually half falling asleep, and is only snapped back into reality, when Dustin plays silly, yet entertaining jokes on Mike, as he starts drifting.
• However, one year, whilst the boys are all slouched around a table in History- Mike’s sleepy and sluggish movements, sending Dustin slowly into a slumber; Mr Whelan announces that they will be studying a new topic from outside the ‘normal syllabus’: The Gunpowder Plot that took place over in England, on the 5th of November 1605.
This certainly sparks the boys interest, as Dustin and Lucas immediately lift their heads up, from the cold, wooden tables, to look at an old, worn out, Mr Whelan, with a slight gleam of excitement and curiosity in their eyes.
• After a couple of classes on the subject, they’re all instantly curious and excited to look into it more- especially Dustin and Lucas, who eventually end up spending their afternoons sprawled out in the school library, hidden amongst many heavy, dusty, and ancient text books.
• After spending what seems like an enternity to Will, in the school library, Dustin and Lucas come up with an idea, that they excitedly pitch to Mike and Will.
They suggest that since they’re all so interested in it, and have learnt that over in England, they have; ‘Bonfire Night’, to celebrate this event, with lots of firework displays and bonfires of course- they could hold one in Hawkins, as something that the whole community could get involved in, and they figure that; although it’s not a tradition celebrated in the US, it could be just a fun thing to do, and something a little ‘cultural’ to take part in.
They all agree and seem pretty excited about it, so decide to ask their parents about it.
• After the boys each tell their parents about the idea and how greatly they’re interested in the topic itself, it’s agreed that since it’s ‘educational’, and they are all so passionate and excited about it, they will allow them to hold a Bonfire Night in Hawkins, with the help of themselves, Nancy, Steve and Jonathan, and of course; Chief Jim Hopper.
• Since Dustin and Lucas are the most excited about the actual explosives and fireworks themselves, the both of them team up with Steve and Hopper to shop for the ‘coolest’, and biggest fireworks available.
Steve and Lucas look for the loudest, and ‘most badass ones’ together; while Dustin makes it a personal quest of his to find the most colourful and vibrant ones, knowing that his little, artistic, best friend Will, will appriciate it greatly-since he just knows that he’ll want to sketch them and be completely mesmerised by the explosion of colours in the night sky, like Will’s very own; night sky canvas.
• When it comes time to pay, the boys all end up giggling somewhat, because, Steve and Lucas have typically picked, ‘loud’ and ‘crazy’ fireworks, while Dustin has gone for the most ‘spectacular’ and ‘kaleidoscopic’ ones. -Also making sure to pick up a packet of sparklers on his travels around the shop, claiming that ‘if they weren’t going to have sparklers at their Bonfire Night, what would be the point in any of it?’
Steve laughs at this, saying, “Ah, I bet he just wants them so he can write ‘rude’ words in the air!” To which, Dustin begins to smirk at, knowing full well, that Steve has him sussed.
• Meanwhile, over at Mike’s house, he and Will enjoy making life sized, ‘Guy Fawkes dolls’, to use for ‘Penny for the Guy’.
They use old pillows and discarded bedsheets from Karen’s airing cupboard, being sure to check with her first that they are usable-wanting to avoid being shouted at for using, ‘the wrong ones’.
•Mike bundles them all together, and carefully arranges them, in the shape of a person, which he then hands over to Will, to paint their faces on, considering Mike knows he’d be hopeless, at trying to paint them, feeling that his talented, best friend, would do a lot better job than he could.
• Will takes great pleasure in this task, often giving them, ‘silly’ faces, complete with long moustaches and shaggy hairdos, to which Mike can’t help but giggle at this, and praise Will for the amazing job he’s done.
• Every so often, they stop for breaks in between; stuffing and arranging the pillows and bedsheets; and painting the faces onto them, for a snack-which Joyce insists on giving them, even after Mike has complained to Will many times, that he thinks, ‘his stomach may explode!’
She brings out warm milk, and cookies- knowing it’s her son’s favourite.
• They sit and snack for a while, chattering amongst themselves, and the conversation turns to how talented Will is at drawing and art in general. Mike telling him, that his pieces belong in museums and art gallery’s, they are that good.
Will’s cheeks begin to burn, and turn the darkest colour of crimson, which he’s glad his mum didn’t see-since she’d go on about it, all night, after Mike had gone home-knowing of her son’s, little, adorable crush on his best friend, and this only embarrasses little Will further.
However, when Will nervously looks over to Mike, to see if he’s noticed his change in colour, he sees that Mike is looking down. When he asks Mike about why he looks displeased all of a sudden, Mike sighs in a way that really makes Will feel a small pang of sadness; as Mike admits, with a heavy weight in his voice, and his shoulders slumping, that he wishes he was good at something like Will was.
Will fiercely INSISTS,with a passion in his eyes that Mike is beyond talented at many things, such as his enigmatic and compelling storytelling skills, and that he is the most; caring; amazing friend, in all of the world to him, to which Will suddenly feels warm and fuzzy, at seeing a little glimmer of light, emerging it’s way out of his deep, dark brown eyes, and a widening smile, glazing his, peachy-pink lips.
Mike instantly feels better at his best friend’s remarks, in a way that he realises, nobody else can ever do.
He smiles again, at the thought of this, and nudges Will’s shoulder, in thank you, and playfulness-both of them feeling an unusual, warming sensation in their stomachs as Mike did so.
• Afterwards, while they are waiting for Steve, Dustin, Lucas and Hopper to get back from the store; Karen and Joyce decide to bake gingerbreads in the oven with the both of them, as a way to pass the time, and have some fun, while doing it.
Mike and Will decorating them with the most vibrant food colourings and icing sugars, creating a ‘firework effect’ on the tops of each of the gingerbreads, to eat with the others when they get back.
•Will ends up getting flour on his nose, which Mike thinks is the most adorable thing in the world, and when he tries to wipe it off Will’s nose-gently licking his finger and rolling his jumper over his hand, to scrub it away; Will thinks that he is trying to put flour on his nose, rather than take it away, flinching back from his friend’s grasp.
This erupts into a small, flour fight in the kitchen, between the both of them, with both of them, chasing each other around the kitchen, pelting flour at each other playfully.
As much as Karen and Joyce try to shout at the mischievous boys to stop, at seeing the state of the kitchen, they both can’t help but burst into fits of laughter about it all, when Karen accidentally gets ‘lightly sprinkled’, by one of Mike’s throws-everyone suddenly freezing for a moment, as Will slowly turns his eyes to Mike, giving him the ‘ohmmm’ look and trying to control an outburst of laughter.
As soon as the four of them are broken out into fits of laughter in the kitchen, over the sheer mess of the place, the others come back from their shopping trip- with Dustin immediately dropping the carrier bags on the floor, with a thud, and running in to join in the flour fight.
However, on doing this, Dustin slips on the shiny, waxed floor, that’s practically snowed in with flour, and soon the entire house is in states of uncontrollable laughter. Mike thinking that if anyone walking past the house, can hear all the laugher that is coming from inside, they probably would call the police or something!
• Nancy, Steve and Jonathan all venture out into the woods on the foggy, eery afternoon, to collect firewood for the bonfire.
• Steve, being the natural joker that he is, picks up a smallish, but slightly pointed stick, creeping up behind an unsuspecting Jonathan, and lightly prods him on the bum, saying ‘boop’, in a girlish, high-pitched tone, as he does so.
Nancy falls into a barrel of laughter at this, jokily shouting, “Steve!” in a playful manner.
Jonathan laughs too, and jovially pulls Steve’s jumper over his thick head of hair, and the two end up playfighting in the woods. Nancy rolling her eyes at how, ‘immature’ they both are.
They collect a large haul of firewood and lug it back to the Byers for the bonfire.
• In the final preparations, Joyce decides to take the boys shopping for marshmallows, to make s’mores with, and allows them to each pick out a selection of ‘goodies’ at the supermarket, to snack on while watching the display, making sure to purchase plenty of hotdog buns and burgers for the night, since the boys’ ‘little’ Bonfire Night plan, has turned into something that the entirety of Hawkins has heard about, and have decided to join in the festivities, over at Hawkin’s Middle School, whereby, some persuading from Mr Clarke to the headteacher, the school agreed to let them hold it on the sports field, out back.
• Dustin is sure to steer Joyce in the right direction of what type of food they should get, and what would be the best snacks and goodies to buy, in what he calls, his, ‘expert opinion’. This gives Joyce a good giggle to herself, and she agrees, practically getting dragged around the aisles, by an eager and excitable Dustin, insisting that everything they come across is a ‘must have item’!
• The boys end up having a shopping trolley race, switching their teams up for a change-with Mike and Lucas on one trolley together, and Dustin and Will on the other.
They take turns in who pushes who, drawing twice-resulting in a ‘tiebreaker’ race up the aisles of the shop, crappy running towards the end of the shop at crazy speeds. -Will’s head, bobbing up and down violently, as Dustin puts all in his effort and force into powering the trolley.
• They get halfway down the aisle, when they are suddenly cut short, by an angry memeber of staff, shouting at them, after Dustin accidentally, crashes Will into a stand of toilet rolls, bringing the entire display, tumbling down-each roll bouncing off the top of Will’s head, causing him to make a ‘hilarious’ sound as each one falls, forcing Dustin to snort, as he tries to hold in his unstoppable laughter.
Will isn’t hurt, and they all find the entire thing, absolutely hilarious, as Joyce pulls them all out from the shop, before they can do any more damage.
Dustin still insists that if they hadn’t of run into that toilet roll stack, he definitely would of won.
• When it’s time for the display to begin, everyone gathers on the sports field outside and some of the smaller kids, sit on the squelchy, dewy ground beneath them, as most of the adults and teenagers occupy the stands.
Everyone eagerly awaits the show, as they sit in almost, pitch black, as Hopper, and a few teachers check that all the safety precautions are in place.
•Dustin can’t take the tension and suspense anymore, and ends up starting a chant in his row, that soon causes everyone else to join in too, chanting, “Why are we waiting?!”
Mike and Will find this hilarious and can’t join in the chant too much, without stuggling to breathe for air, from laughter at Dustin, managing to engage a full sports field of people, even adults, in a childish chant.
• Nancy and Jonathan help to serve out refreshments to people, offering up handmade boxes of popcorn to people, crafted by a very talented cook, Karen Wheeler.
Nancy remembers eating her mother’s homemade popcorn as a child, when her and Mike would watch movies together, and insisted that she serve it up at the event.
• Will loves the pretty colours of the fireworks, as they burst and fizzle in the night sky. At first, when he hears all the loud banging noises, he is initially a little nervous and scared, jumping a little, when he hears the first few pops and bangs.
• Mike notices this and without drawing any attention to Will, slowly slides his hand down to Will’s and clasps his sweaty palm.
This makes Will feel instantly at ease, the minute Mike grabs hold of his hand, and he begins to feels better, enjoying the fireworks, and the accompanying feeling of butterflies in his stomach as he feels Mike’s, reassuring warmth on his fingertips.
• Mike feels Will gently squeeze his hand in gratitude, and Mike edges his head a little to face Will.
He catches the reflection of the fireworks, in Will’s sparkling eyes-illuminated in pink, green, blues and yellows, which really emphasise Will’s own emerald green eyes.
•Mike can’t help but stare at this captivating light show in his best friend’s eyes, and doesn’t even realise he is staring so deeply into Will’s eyes.
•Without even realising it, Mike whispers under his breath, ‘pretty’, and Will hears this-not quite believing that he’s even heard it at all.
His heart begins racing so fast and so loudly, that he can almost hear it in his ears, as he turns towards Mike to ask him what he is talking about.
•Mike suddenly zones back in to where he is and his surroundings, immediately feeling a worrying, burning sensation in the pit of his stomach at what he has just said to Will, and realising that Will is now looking at him, in his proriffial vision, meaning only one thing…he must heard it…
• He tries his best to shrug it off, and act as though he has no idea what Will is talking about, when he questions him about it.
However, Will, in a state of unexpected bravery, leans in, when he’s sure that everyone is distracted, watching the fireworks, and lightly kisses Mike’s cheek, sending Mike’s cheeks into the most dark, but prettiest shade of pinky red. A huge smile covering his lips, and his heart racing like crazy, over what has just happened.
• They hold hands for the rest of the night, and neither of them want or attempt to let go of each other.
• After the display is over, everybody starts to pack up, and herd towards the exit, chatting about how amazing and magical the night was, and what a good idea it was of the boys, to do this.
• Joyce goes to start clearing and decluttering the place, but Jonathan notices how, tired his mother looks, after spending the entire day, running around, helping the boys set everything up for the night’s event. So, he insists that she go and take the kids home, and treat herself to a hot bath, and relax, while he clears up-with the help of Steve and Nancy.
• After they finish clearing up-Nancy, Steve and Jonathan, head back in Steve’s car, with Steve and Jonathan riding up front, and much to her annoyance and grumbling, Nancy in the backseat.
Steve tells Nancy that the reason why Jonathan is sitting in the front and not her, is because he has, ‘killer’ taste in music, and so has to sit upfront, to control the tape deck, playing his mixtapes as they drive along.
-Nancy is initially annoyed at this, muttering under her breath, but not long after, they are all bopping their heads along to, ‘Should I Stay Or Should I Go?’, to which Steve absolutely, INSISTS, that they have it on repeat.
• Not long after, Steve drops Jonathan and Nancy off, arranging a ‘jam-out session’ for both him and Jonathan, as he’s stepping out of the car, for over at Steve’s house, where they both ‘rock out’ to Jonathan’s mixtapes together, and Steve enjoys teaching Jonathan, how to play the electric guitar.
•When Nancy hears about their plan, she asks if she’s can come along too, to which Steve responds, “Sorry Nance, it’s strictly a guy’s thing!” Nancy showing her playful annoyance at how close the two have recently got, by reminding them, that not so long ago, they were tearing chunks out of one another, but insists that; them being, ‘bosom buddies’ now, is a lot better, than previous.
• All the boys go home after the Bonfire display, thoroughly having enjoyed their magical night, and take some Polaroid’s that Jonathan and Mike took of the fireworks, in to school to show an amazed Mr Clarke, telling them it was an brilliant idea, and that Mike has a real knack for photography, absolutely should really consider taking it up, as a hobby.
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Squabbles are a way of life
Fandom: The Lord of The Rings
Pairing: Glorfindel x (elf)reader
Genres: humor, romance, fluff
Words: 1.735
Summary: Reader is known for her bad temper and Glorfindel takes it upon himself to do something about it. It doesn’t end up well for him as reader plans a little revenge - requested by @galacyan
With a focused, determined expression you wiggle yourself closer to the edge of the balcony, peeking below to check if your position is correct. You adjust yourself – you were never a fan of laying flat on your stomach but your upcoming task requires it.
It’s worth a minute of suffering, you note. The elf that’s gotten under your skin needs to be punished and showed as an example for possible followers. Nobody’s annoying you and gets away with it.
You’re known in Rivendell, very well known. It is rather hard to miss an elf maiden who doesn’t stop herself from snapping at anyone that vexes her. If needed, you know manners, of course. But you were never the one to keep your mouth shut when someone was doing wrong by you or your family and friends.
Most of the citizens of Rivendell avoided conflict, having already learnt what bothered you. And given that you were wise and exceptionally skilled in healing, your bad temper was a mere flaw, something they could put up with.
Everyone but Glorfindel. The blonde haired elf took it upon himself to sort of pacify you and teach you some manners, making you a quiet, elegant maiden, not a rather eccentric maid with always a bit messy hair. You had no idea why he assigned himself to do such a thing but it was something that frustrated you to end.
And so, you have planned a revenge of sorts. A spectacle for those you thought of following Glorfindel in his tries to ‘fix your temper’.
“Shall we?” Lord Elrond’s voice rings and you hear few hums of approval in response. There is a meeting on a balcony below the one you’re at and Glorfindel is right under you, a perfect position for your assault.
Reaching out with one of your hands, you slide a small basket towards you. In it, you have put petals of white daisies, hundreds of them, ready to be thrown down at the very elf that dared annoy you.
A smirk appears on your face as you patiently wait for a good moment to begin.
“To begin, I would like to discuss the upcoming visit from elves of Lothlorien. Is everything prepared?”
“Yes, Lord Elrond, everything is readied. Kitchens are stocked, rooms are awaiting,” Lindir confirms and you can be sure that Lord Elrond nods with approval.
The men talk more but you stop listening. There’s nothing that concerns you, so you decide that it’s high time to proceed with your plan.
You take a couple of petals, just a few, and quietly move your hand forward, until it’s placed right above Glorfindel’s head and, pleased with yourself, you release the petals, watching as they fall down.
Glorfindel scrunches his nose upon noticing white flowers’ flakes landing on his plate and, which he can only assume, in his hair. Confused, he glances up but you manage to hide on the balcony in time.
After a minute, you chance a glance down and, much to your amusement, you see Glorfindel struggling with pulling all of the petals out of his hair. Also, he messes his perfect hairdo, which only adds to your happiness.
Without thinking twice, you gather more flakes in your hair and send them flying down, covering your mouth his the other hand as you giggle from Glorfindel’s annoyance and confusion. This should teach him to not cross you.
“Oh, on Aulë’s beard!” he exclaims, shaking his head and a few of the elves cackle, evidently humored by Glorfindel’s exasperation.
“Glorfindel, is that something bothering you?” Lord Elrond asks politely, although you’re pretty sure that he’s trying to contain his laughter for the sake of the meeting.
“Yes, someone is throwing petals at me.”
“Oh,” Lord Elrond replies simply and you hear Lindir clear his throat.
“May I note that those petals are, most likely, daisy’s. Lady Y/N adores those flowers.”
“Y/N? You think it’s her? Why would she do such a thing?” Glorfindel’s voice is hinted with disbelief and you scoff. The nerve!
“I heard her bluster that she would requite for treating her like an elfling,” one of the men speaks up and you slide closer to the barriers, curious as to how the conversation will go. Will Glorfindel do something or just suffer through his punishment?
To usher him, you let go of a few petals that land directly at the top of his head.
He gulps and clenches his jaw, but doesn’t move even a bit. You grin widely and decide that you should reveal yourself and vex him some more. You grasp on the barriers and stand up, leaning out of the barriers.
“Hey, sunshine!” you call cheerfully, waving your hand at him and he swallows thickly, looking up at you with narrowed eyes.
A cackle erupts from other men, even Lord Elrond can’t help himself and Glorfindel’s cheek turn red from anger. You can see that even his ears are redden on the pointy ends.
You toss him a wink and, hopping every now and then, you head to your chamber, delighted with how your plan worked. He should know now how it feels to be scolded and treated like a baby.
Glorfindel grunts and rests his chin on his propped palms, embarrassed and frustrated.
“You must go and scold her, Glorfindel,” one of the man remarks, much to the rests’ delightfulness and another fit of laughter sounds.
“And get humiliated again? No, I’m fine, thank you very much.”
“Glorfindel,” Elrond muses, drawing the golden haired elf’s attention, “you’re a Balrog’s slayer, dealing with Y/N cannot be harder.”
“Oh, Elrond, I’d rather kill a dozen Balrogs than go to see her now.”
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In the end, he does go to you. After an hour, after everyone ceased laughing at him and he was somewhat calmer, he excused himself and walked to your room.
He’s proud that nobody managed to work out why he was behaving oddly around you. You are one of a kind, so peculiar and fascinating and Glorfindel was fast to realize that you showed the most emotion when scolded. And he loved watching you being passionate and unapologetic.
He would allow you to throw those petals on him for as long as you pleased but at the same time, he knew that the time came to confess his feelings and hope that you wouldn’t snap at him and acknowledge his affection easily even if you didn’t feel the same.
Once he reaches your door, he knocks a few times, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as he listens to your footsteps, nearing the door.
You sway it open and with a playful smirk, welcome Glorfindel with a curtsey.
“My Lord, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Oh, stop it, Y/N. You know very well why I am here. Had fun?”
“A lot,” your eyes light up with mischievous sparkles and Glorfindel wishes that you two were on a good terms. Good enough so that him leaning in a kissing your lips wasn’t an unwelcome thing.
“Do you want to come in, sunshine?” you ask after a moment of silence and, hesitantly, he steps in, folding his hands behind his back.
You face him, waiting for him to speak.
“I wish to propose a truce. I will not scold you or say a bad word about your behavior. In return, I expect you to stop putting pranks on me.”
“That won’t work out well. I simply cannot hold back from pranks,” you shrug and Glorfindel heaves out a sigh, pursing his lips.
“You’re insufferable, Y/N, do you know that?”
“I heard that a few times before,” you grin widely, rocking on your feet.
“And you do not intend to put an end to my misery? I will have to bear your childish antics for Valar only know how long?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” you say, the most innocent expression you can muster plastered on your face and Glorfindel grunts, lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“What have I ever done to you, Y/N? How have I wronged you?”
“For starters, you patronize me on a daily basis, apparently thinking that it’s your duty to teach me manners. I don’t like when someone tries to change me against my will, Glorfindel. And for some reason only you appear to have a problem with my acting.”
“Because you’re being stubborn and mean only for me, and I do believe it’s purposely.”
“You don’t speak to me when I’m nice,” you admit quietly and Glorfindel jerks his head up to gaze at you. Your previous defensive and mocking manner disappeared and Glorfindel almost gasps at how timid you look.
“I tried to be nice once and you ignored me for whole day. You only talk to me when I’m, well, myself.”
“I thought that by not talking to you, you would tolerate me more. Yes, I did notice that when I bark at you, you’re more likely to bark at me in return but if it’s the only chance to get you to speak to me, then so be it. I couldn’t stand that silence, to be frank, that day was one of the worst I had ever had.”
“One would think, after all those eons, you’d be more observant, sunshine,” you tease, taking a step closer to him. “But frankly, we were both blind. So eager to anger the other that we lost the reason behind it, didn’t we?”
“I do believe we did, Y/N,” Glorfindel admits and steps closer to you, slowly raising his palms to cup your face as if fearing that you will slap him.
Of course, you don’t – you let out a small noise of contentment and Glorfindel smiles fondly at you.
You let out a giggle when you notice something in his hair.
“What is it?” he inquires as you lift your hand and take it out, showing him a single petal of daisy.
He scrunches his nose a little, a most adorable sight and you giggle again, happiness bubbling in your chest.
“You’re driving me crazy, Y/N. I don’t know how-“
“Oh, kiss me already, Glorfindel,” you breathe out and in next moment, it turns into a soft whimper as Glorfindel’s lips press against yours, the passion in his kiss making your head spin and your knees buckle.
Truly, you couldn’t imagine a better ending of your little scheme.
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