#she’ll switch between those two pretty frequently

[theborzoiarebackintown]

This scraggly cheetah print ball is by far Georgia’s favorite toy. Mine too, since she’s had it for 4 years and never put a hole in it

#dogblr #petblr #australian shepherd #aussie #dog #georgia #she likes to destroy soft toys #but typically leaves ball shaped soft toys alone #this is her second of this toy #but I ran over the first one with the lawn mower by accident #so that doesn’t count #her second fav toy is the little yeti fuzzy ball #she’ll switch between those two pretty frequently #and sometimes randomly bring me something else #she did try to wake me up this morning by #throwing her waterproof crinkly pineapple on my head #it worked

[sarya-lavellan]

Take Me

Fandom: Dragon Age/Modern AU

Pairing: Solavellan

Rating: E

Word Count: 2158

Tags: cunnilingus, some dom/sub play, some body worship, they both have a praise kink

AO3

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She twists the ring on her finger. The light glints off the large square sapphire lined with tiny diamonds. Glancing around her before she enters the hotel bar, she yanks her ring off and deposits it in the front pocket of her purse. She tosses her flaming curls over her shoulder and smoothes her white blouse, undoing an extra button before throwing open the lounge door. She slips in unnoticed. Wanders over to the soft light of the bar, sticking to the shadowed end farthest from the restroom. As she waits for the bartender to make her way over, she checks her makeup in her compact. She touches up her deep burgundy lipstick, snaps her compact closed, then smiles up at the bartender.

“I’ll have a whiskey, neat.”

The bartender smiles that fake smile of every worker who’s had enough, does. “Coming right up.”

“Thank you,” she says.

Swiveling in her stool, she folds one leg over the other and surveys the room. Her eyes fall on the man playing piano. He’s seemingly lost in the enchanting melody coming off his fingertips. His tall frame sways with the tune and she watches, mesmerized. He finishes the piece and she gives a small clap. Catching her gaze as he stands, he grants her an alluring smile before coming her way.

“That was beautiful,” she tells him.

“Surely not as beautiful as you.”

Her cheeks feel warm. “You flatter me.”

“I am merely stating the truth.”

“Merely?”

“Declaring it then.”

She smirks. Her heart is already thrumming wildly. He’s good. She’ll give him some credit for that. “I’m Sarya,” she offers her hand.

He takes it, suavely planting a kiss on her knuckles.

“Solas.”

She shivers under his silky intonation and his undivided attention. Then he drops her hand and she curls her manicured fingers around her glass. Sarya takes a sip from her drink as the bartender returns. There’s a part of her that wishes she’d asked for something chilled.

“I will have the same as her,” he says.

Sarya adds, “put it on my tab.”

“Sure thing,” the bartender throws her a wink and a dazzling smile.

Sarya runs a finger round the rim of her glass. Leans in towards Solas as he does the same, knees bumping into one another.

“I do not believe I have seen you here before.”

She’s trying not to think about his knee against hers or the way his lips are so close. But he’s gorgeous in that nonchalant way. The more you stare, the more his attractiveness reveals itself. The smallest dimple in his chin. The faint freckles scattered across his face and the mysterious scar above his brow that only appears when the light hits it just so. The angle of his jaw and perfect pillowy lips. Even his baldness suits him, juxtaposed with all his angles.

“What if I told you I was a regular?”

“Then you must not frequent at this hour.”

“Why do you say that?”

His hand comes to rest on her knee as he leans even closer. Whispers in her ear. “I would have noticed long before tonight.”

“Well, I–“ She clears her throat, downs her shot. At least now she can blame the burn on the alcohol and not his touch.

“Are you staying here?” he asks.

The bartender sets his glass down before him. Refills Sarya’s glass. “Thank you.” There’s a nod before the bartender takes off for a man waving her down at the other end.

“I am,” Sarya says. “I’m here on business.” She can’t stop staring into his eyes. The way he listens when she speaks. The way he makes her feel wanted. “Would you like to accompany me to my room?”

“Yes,” he says and she finishes her drink. “Room 501. Meet me in ten.” She slides her extra keycard over to him. Then she leaves more than enough cash for their drinks and a tip and sashays out of the room.

—

There’s a knock and the door opens.

“I see you found the room easy enough.” Sarya doesn’t bother to tie her silken robes, allowing him to drink in the sight of her. She wears a matching set of soft pink lace which reveals more than enough. He wants her naked already anyway.

“I did.” The door closes with a hushed click behind him.

He doesn’t hesitate at the door. He has no shame, no shyness, only cool confidence. She takes one, then two steps forward. Meets him in the middle of the room and hooks her fingers around his tie, thumb skimming along silk as she gives a tug. He doesn’t stumble. He’s all too familiar with following the lead. He’s maybe an inch away from her lips, his breath laced with alcohol.

“Perhaps I should wait until we’re both sober.”

She releases the tie. One step backward.

“No. I know what I’m doing. So long as you consent and still want the same thing?”

“Yes. Yes I want this. Though I should be honest…”

His expression remains unchanged. Patient.

“I’m a married woman.”

“And for me to judge you would make me a hypocrite.”

He closes the distance between them once again.

“I see,” she whispers.

“What do you require of me–Sarya?”

“For you to touch me. To adore me. To–“ She doesn’t get the chance to finish her words. His lips are on hers and his hands are greedy, grasping for every inch of exposed skin.

She shimmies out of her robe then her fingers work at his tie. They’re a mess of frenzied kisses and erratic breaths as she tries to yank off his shirt. But it gets a little stuck and they both chuckle as he has to do it for her.

“It’s always a seamless transition to being naked in the movies. Sadly I’ve never mastered the same flawlessness.”

“It’s movie magic,” he tells her.

Then he pushes the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes roam over her body. And she almost covers her stomach where it sags and the stretch marks branch out in white lines. It’s good that she doesn’t or he’d have to yank her hands away. He wants to be gentle. She blushes under his gaze. So pretty and so pink. But Solas doesn’t look at her like those lines are some kind of failing on her part. No, they are a part of her beauty and what defines her as well, her. Instead, he kneels before her and kisses just below her breasts and all across her stomach. His hands slide up her back, fingers feeling for her bra clasp. The pressure of the elastic releases and her breasts spill from the bottom before his fingers rake down her arms and remove the damned thing altogether.

His hand cups one of them and he takes a singular nipple between his teeth. A nibble, a lick and he draws one into his mouth then lets it fall out, admiring the small bounce before stilling against her chest. Both her nipples are hard now, though he’s only tasted the one.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as his gaze flicks back to her face. Then he takes the neglected breast in hand, lavishing it with just as much attention. Making sure to show no favoritism.

“What does that mean?” she asks. “When you say that?”

He stops what he’s doing to take her chin in hand. Searches those ocean blue eyes of her. “It means I am in awe of you. I could get lost in the visual worship of you–that your image is burned into my memory and whenever I am hopeless, I can remember that you exist and I had the privilege of dwelling within your existence.”

“Well–fuck.” Her hands cling to his neck and she tugs him forcefully to her lips.

He pushes away. Licks his lips. “Sarya?”

“Hmm?”

“May I have the pleasure of tasting you?”

“You can have the pleasure of doing whatever the fuck you want to me so long as praise keeps falling from your lips.”

He chuckles. Then removes her lace thong. His hand trails down her stomach, down past her curly thatch of hair and his fingers are spreading her folds and—he hesitates. Glances back up to see her swallow. Relishes in her anticipatory gaze. Her eyes look heavy beneath her lashes. Full of such longing and impatience. Then she groans as he dips his chin between her legs and licks in long languid strokes.

“Do you like this or–“ he switches to a circular motion with his tongue, “this?”

“That–definitely that,” she murmurs.

He buries himself in her. Surrounds himself in her scent. Succumbs to her flavor and loses himself to those delightful sounds she’s making. She’s close, he can tell and it’s his cue to slide one finger inside.

“More,” she demands.

Of course he obliges with a second finger. Curls them together and he gasps when she grasps the tip of his ears.

“Faster,” she says. “Gods I’m almost–“ She cuts her own words off with a whimper as he brings her over the precipice. Then tips her over the edge.

He pulls back, wiping her slick from his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he looks up to her as she releases his ears. Kneels down before him and grabs each side of his face, nearly tackling him to the ground, flooding him with kisses and touches.

With his back against the floor, each of her legs straddles him and she’s got one hand wrapped around his cock while the other digs into his shoulder. He slips inside so easily and she rides him with a pace that he’s not sure he can keep up with.

“Sarya–fuck–I’m–“

“Not yet, Solas. Don’t come for me yet. Hold up just a little longer. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmm, yes,” he groans. And he doesn’t think it’s a lie.

She loses herself and he watches. Those orange curls flopping around just above her breasts. Open and arched and exposed for him. And she is everything–everything like this.

“So beautiful,” he finds himself muttering over and over. If he focuses on the words, he can maintain the control she needs.

But then she cups his balls and– “come for me. Come for me now, Solas.”

He is nothing but at the mercy of her command. He lets out a shattering cry and spends himself inside her. The way she clenches and squeezes, sends him spiraling in an overload of sensation.

“Good boy,” she says to him then kisses him again. Hard and soft at the same time. And he wants more of this–more of her.

Eventually she slides off and helps him to his feet, dragging him to bed for another go. And then another.

It’s hours before the lights are turned off and they are tangled together for sleep.

“That was fun,” she says curled up against his chest.

“Yeah? I thought so too. You played your part well.”

“Thanks. So did you.” She pauses.

“Hmm–I sense some critique is coming.”

“Not about you! Mmm no, you–you were wonderful. Especially all those smooth lines. Reminds me that you’d get me in bed every time.” She glances up at him to see his smug smirk and it makes her smile too. “I just–do you think it was believable?”

“I think we may have fooled the bartender.”

“I don’t think the bartender gave a shit about us,” Sarya says with a laugh and Solas kisses her head.

“I think the most unbelievable aspect was that you trusted me so quickly and left me with your keycard minutes after we had supposedly just met.”

“Damn.” She lets out a disappointed huff of breath. “You’re right. Can’t say my greatest skills are in acting. Was probably weird we didn’t go up together too. Oh and we missed some fun opportunities! Like making out in the hallway a little? Or getting handsy in the elevator?” Her fingers trail down his chest.

“I suppose we will simply have to try that out next time.”

“Guess so.” She kisses his chest then. “Mmm. Can I admit something?”

“Of course.”

“I miss our kids.”

He chuckles. “Me too, vhenan. I think that is a good thing.”

“But I also like this. It was so nice to be loud and not be half worried the whole time.”

“I agree.” Solas gently combs his fingers through the curls splayed out on the pillow.

Sarya snuggles in closer, lifting her head to meet his loving gaze. She kisses him deeply. When they finally part, too tired to keep it going, she happily sighs.

“Ar lath ma, vhenan,” Solas says in a sleepy hush.

She lets out a small yawn. “I love you too. So much.”

#solas #Lavellan #solas x sarya lavellan #solarya #dragon age #bear writes #nsft #please mind the tags at the top of the fic

[naberriesamidala]

atla as amusement park workers

literally no one asked but i've been missing working at an amusement park so please find my atla thoughts (based on a cedar fair park structure) under the read more cause there is a lot

Yue and Suki work the funnel cake stand together and are such an in sync team that people always watch them in amazement because it's crazy how perfect they are at it and they never get in the way of each other despite the fact that the funnel cake stand is definitely not big enough for two people comfortably to be inside but despite the crazy heat and small space every time people walk by they having a genuinely good time laughing and talking to one another. They work the same schedule and everyone is pretty sure that they're dating. The food service supervisor doesn't separate them anymore because once they had someone else work with Suki and it messed up the whole flow so badly that no one was happy about it.

Azula and Mai work in merchandise. Azula is a merch lead and always manages to work inside actual stores where she gets to relax in the air conditioning and she always has a sixth sense for when people are stealing. If someone annoys her she'll rotate them out to an outdoor location for a week just to get them away from her. Mai always gets sent out to the sunglasses stand and she looks like she wants to kill everyone that approaches the stand. No one knows why she's outside when she's close friends with Azula but Mai asks to go to the stand because most people go into the store to buy things and she doesn't want to deal with them.

Ty Lee works games as one of those people who is always calling out to come and win a giant stuffed pokemon or whatever by winning a water gun race. Her voice is always ringing out into the park atmosphere and people always end up stopping and she seems like genuinely happy to give people prizes. (Mai's sunglasses stand is also right across the way from Ty Lee's game and although she acts annoyed with how bubbly she always is, secretly she likes working on days when Ty Lee is working more than days when she isn't and prefers Ty Lee's voice to the park music that is played.) Toph also works games because her parents own the park and she's convinced them to let her be the person who guesses like weight, age, or birthday. She has a coworker there to double check her answers (on the scale) and she's scarily good at getting the right answers. People think she might not be blind because of how fantastic she is at it.

Aang works park services (custodial) and is constantly moving all over the park so he gets to talk to everyone. He does water runs for those stuck at rides, games and merch when he has time. All the guests ask him for directions because he's so approachable. He's always humming along to the music in every part of the park and can navigate it with his eyes closed. Katara works at admissions at the gate and always welcomes people into the park. She always ends up with groups that do not know how to follow instructions but manages to somehow get them through the gates quicker than most people around her. In the afternoon when crowds start to lull a bit, she is often seen talking to Aang who somehow always manages to make his way up toward the gates around that time. Sokka and Zuko both work in ride operations and have a bit of a rivalry stemming from the first year they worked together. They were both on the same ride zone team and each was tapped at time to be assistant team lead but had very different ideas about what was fair rotation (Zuko believes rotation should be done every hour on the hour and that it needs to be done in a clockwise position to keep everything organized and running smoothly) (Sokka thinks rotations in 1.5 hour shifts are the way to go because it breaks up the day better to have less rotations and rotates based on what you were doing last to give more variety)

After the first year they were never on the same ride team again but were team leads on different ride zones. Each of their teams always loved them because they were great team leads who listened to everyone and made work enjoyable. When they got promoted to supervisor each felt a little smug that they'd be able to lord it over the other but they showed up to training and found out that both of them were made supervisors at the same time.

Since then they sort of compete against one another and it's definitely not because they think that the other is cute at all (or somehow manage to make weird polo and khaki combinations work?? No. No.) and is all because they will not let themselves be bested by the other and want to prove that they are the best supervisor. Except they're both assigned to different zones in the park so they just don't actually have teams that can judge them side by side but both of their zones swear that they have the better supervisor

Sokka is great at doing all the end of day paperwork before the end of the day comes but Zuko is always scrambling at the end of the day to put it all together before he leaves, but Zuko always arrives before Sokka and gets his start of the day paperwork out of the way before he even arrives.

Whenever there is a big rides group activities outside of work, both of them show up and if they are showing off a bit it's like, no one's business. It definitely isn't to impress each other. No.

June is the ride operations manager and she is well aware of the 'rivalry' between Zuko and Sokka and finds it amusing. She sets challenges between the zones (least guest complaints, best end of the day cleanup time, most passes for random safety checks) that only feed into the rivalry.

Haru is the third ride supervisor and is a float between the two zones. He is frankly tired of Zuko and Sokka each trying to outdo the other. He thinks that the two of them should just date already and he frequently tells his boyfriend, Jet, about all the things that they get into. Jet laughs every time and thinks it's amusing.

Jet has worked at the park for ages but switches departments every year so that he doesn't get bored. This year he's working at the old timey photo booth. It also means whenever there is a call out in any department he is most likely to get pulled because he's familiar with everything. Everyone has worked with Jet at one point or another (he and Katara worked admissions together, he was on the infamous Zuko and Sokka ride team and always told each one he preferred the other's style, he managed to wrangle himself into being Toph's verification checker the year prior and the year before that worked the kettle corn)

Jet and Azula have an intense dislike of one another because they worked together in merch for a season before Azula got any power and she hated the way that he stocked things and how he was able to do mental math after the cash closed and it always turned outright. They legit are the real rivals and Jet has sworn to never return to merch because of Azula. Azula also once sent Jet back when he was floated to her store last year.

Appa is the park mascot and they have merch of him everywhere. Aang wears a little pin of him on his lapel and always carries stickers with Appa on them to hand out to kids. Everyone loves Appa merch and you can get a picture with him (Pipsqueak is the one inside the costume and The Duke is the attendant with him)

#atla au #zukka #yueki #mailee #jetru #i just have a lot of thoughts about amusement parks #atla

[forasecondtherewedwon]

With Zero Power

Pairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle) Rating: E Word Count: 3382

For @spiderman-homecomeme, with the following prompts:

winter power outage

holiday smut

“I can think of one way to warm you up.”

Summary: Peter and MJ return from skating to find their apartment not quite how they left it. Between the warm fuzzies of the evening they've spent together and the holidays right around the corner, it isn't hard to find a little romance in the situation.

“I’m not saying it wasn’t beautiful,” MJ insists, “but think how much lighting a tree that size costs. With the number of homeless slowly starving in this city? With the number of children below the poverty line who are going to school in this weather—” The arm she waves is instantly layered in thick, wet snowflakes that glisten as they pass beneath a streetlight. “—without winter coats and boots?”

“With the number of college students trying to make rent with only their girlfriend to live with because their three previous roommates staged a mutiny and forced the couple out because the volume of their nighttime activities was, quote, ‘obnoxiously loud and unprecedentedly lengthy’?”

She sighs in exasperation.

“I’m making a point.”

“I agree with your point,” Peter says. “Completely. I already told May I’m volunteering with her all next weekend, and I’ll call Pepper tomorrow to see where she’s committed Stark Industries’ holiday donations.”

“And ask her to triple the amount.”

“I can suggest it,” he laughs, “but I’m not her financial advisor.”

“Mmm you should be though,” MJ says, shifting from holding his gloved hand to pulling his arm around her. “You’re so sexy when you’re redistributing the amassed wealth of a late billionaire.”

There are icy crystals glimmering in her eyelashes. She’s beautiful. He could walk the borough with her all night, live in a loop where they’ve always just disembarked from a late bus, disoriented to step from its stark light into the soft glow of the snow on sidewalks that aren’t cleared with the same diligence as they are in Manhattan, around Rockefeller Center, where they’ve spent the evening skating. That would be a nice life—tonight, with her, forever.

Peter halts them for a moment and wraps his other arm around her too, pulling his girlfriend in to kiss her. He sways them as he does it, smiling against her mouth, her cold nose pressed into his cheek.

“Did you have a good time though?” he asks. MJ nods and her face rubs against his.

“My rental skates were a little tight, but I did wear two pairs of socks, so it’s kinda my fault.”

He has a new pair of skates for her, exactly the right size, but they’re wrapped in red paper featuring dogs with candy cane antlers, waiting to be snuck beneath her tiny artificial tree on Christmas morning. A totally outrageous gift—figure skates in immaculate white leather, like she wears in the pictures he’s seen of her at childhood skating lessons—but he hates it when all his money goes to rent. This might finally be the gift to make her cry. He’s cracked the bottle that stores his girlfriend’s tenderest feelings before, making her eyes shine the winter he knit her a terrible, uneven scarf (she’s wearing it now), and he’s certain the skates will be the thing she really loves. She’ll cry with joy, she’ll say they’re too much, he’ll carry her from the little tree to bed and keep her there until she’s begging for more instead of less. The thought makes Peter grin now.

“Take a bath when we get home. Your feet will feel better.”

“They’d feel better if you carried me,” MJ suggests slyly.

But she screeches when he jerks her against him and, in the relative darkness of their street, looses a web, swinging them both into the air. They pretend it’s still a secret how much she’s grown to love the sensation of sailing through the night with him. What Peter is far from secretive about is how much he loves the way she clings to him, trying not to feel too guilty when he remembers he should attribute some portion of her grip to the time he dropped her. Ah well, it’s in the past. His girlfriend’s laughing shakily as he lands them on the roof of their building and crawls deftly down the wall to the fire escape.

“Cute,” she says, shivering with the aftereffects of cold winter air whipping around her face. The tone is both complimentary and accusatory. “But we have to climb down now, unless…”

MJ’s eyes narrow.

“I… might’ve left the window unlocked?” he asks, because asking implies someone else has the answer, that there is a buck to be passed, as much as he would simultaneously like to hang on to any spare bucks during this expensive season.

“Peter, you can’t do that. You know break-ins are more frequent during the holidays.”

“Yeah,” he allows, edging the window open, “but who’s gonna climb up to the twenty-second floor to try to get through our window?”

He dives inside, then helps her through. The proof that she had a good time tonight is that she lets the window thing drop. Peter shuts and locks the window as loudly as possible behind them.

“Didn’t we leave a light on?” she asks.

“I’m not—”

“When I say that,” MJ cuts him off, dropping her voice to a hiss, “I mean I know I left a light on.”

Instantly, he’s stepping around her, keeping his arm out to hold her behind him. She has a bad habit of going rogue in dangerous situations. More likely than not, she’d grab a kitchen knife and end up stabbing him by accident as they checked every room for intruders. Safer for him to lead.

But it’s not a break-in.

“It’s cold in here,” he realizes.

As they moved through the small number of rooms that make up their hideously overpriced apartment, they left the lights off. Now, MJ smacks at the closest wall switch. Nothing happens.

“Aw, come on,” Peter begs the overhead light. He tries a lamp. Click-click, click-click. Nothin’. “Man!”

“Fucking Rockefeller Christmas tree,” his girlfriend accuses, though it’s not possible that even an energy-suck of that size could drain their building, way out in Queens. “I’m not having a bath now. I’ll be freezing when I get out.”

“Ok. Let’s get some candles first.” Peter starts to walk away from her, down the hall. “MJ, where are the candles?”

With his enhanced vision, he can see her well enough to catch the eyeroll. Fair.

By the time they have a dozen candles lit, it smells like every holiday scent at once. Vanilla smudges cloyingly across the sharper sweetness of candied orange peel, the heaviness of pine battles the richness of milk chocolate, and the cinnamon that seems to have been included in every candle is giving Peter a headache until they agree to space their light sources out. The room is darker with the candles far apart, but the smell is bearable. He also doesn’t mind how the flames catch in MJ’s eyes when she blinks, how a streak of gold will dart across her throat when she turns her head to watch him watching her.

Peter’s mouth is dry when he stammers out, “Y-you look incredible,” like they’re sixteen again and he’s got his gaze fixed on her legs because it’s 90° and she very reasonably wore shorts to school.

“How I feel is cold,” she admits with a small smile. She stirs under the blanket that’s draped across both of them. He strokes her shoulder over her wool cardigan. “I really was looking forward to that bath.”

And because the way she says it sounds nothing like how a person might casually look forward to anything, Peter swells a little in his jeans and shifts his legs closer to hers.

“Were you?” he asks.

MJ’s gaze goes from his mouth to his eyes as she smirks subtly. She knows she’s got him. When does she not have him? The complaints of their former roommates were undeniably valid. It’s a miracle he and MJ accomplished enough in undergrad to even get accepted into grad school. If she hadn’t been the responsible one, he would’ve been pretty damn content to spend those four years in bed with her.

Innocently, she rests her head on his shoulder. He swallows thickly.

“Mhmm. I was looking forward to getting out of my cold clothes. I was looking forward to grabbing a big, thick—” She grips his thigh suddenly. “—towel from the closet to wrap myself in when I was done. I was looking forward to using my cranberry bodywash in the tub. That one smells really good, right?”

Peter nods because forming a sentence in this moment is beyond him.

“And it foams up really well,” MJ continues, tilting her face, passing her lips lightly across his earlobe. He’s hard. He’s so fucking hard so quickly. “So, I was looking forward to popping those bubbles when I ran my hands all over my body to work it in.”

“Fuck,” Peter groans. He digs his fingers into her waist, through the sweater, blood pulsing in his groin.

She shrugs, abruptly nonchalant.

“Mostly, I was just looking forward to being warm.”

“I can think of one way to warm you up,” he pledges.

Trust me, he mentally urges. Right now. Trust me like you trusted me to keep you on your feet on the rink when your legs wouldn’t remember how to skate right away.

“Good, because I need you.”

“Say it again?” Peter requests, hand on the back of her head as she raises it from his shoulder.

“I need you, Peter.”

MJ’s hand jumps from his thigh straight into his lap and squeezes him through his jeans. He crushes their mouths together, the two of them breathing in hot pants like they can warm each other that way. Making to move over her, he’s pushed back instead, winded from more than the shove as his girlfriend straddles him with the practiced efficiency of a quickie before Spidey patrol or as an incentive between study breaks. When she rolls her hips against his… shit, she might observe Christmas on the 25th, but the friction of her grinding on his dick is the only Christmas he’ll ever need to celebrate. He plunges both hands deep into her hair to seal their mouths together and slumps into the couch, offering maximum opportunity for her to rock that beloved place between her legs along his erection. He’s already feeling warmer.

“No,” she yelps when he tries to push her sweater off. She snatches it back on and pulls the blanket up over her shoulders. “I’m still cold.”

“Ok. Let’s work on that.”

Peter tilts his chin up in invitation and repositions his hands on MJ’s ass. When she kisses him in a slow brush, he begins forcing her back and forth over his lap. He groans into her mouth to feel her angle her hips just right and shiver. Not letting her back down, he grips her and drags her across his erection repeatedly, until she can’t kiss him anymore, until her forehead’s pressed hard to his and she’s hissing his name. The oscillation of her hips in his hands is hypnotic, even with his eyes closed. He’s groaning and trying to hold back, having a hard time concentrating on an idea of what to do next to get his girlfriend off before he reaches that point himself. He wants her warm skin against his when he sinks inside her, not a sudden gush in his jeans.

Still grinding, MJ sits up straighter. She doesn’t take her sweater off, but she pulls down the front of the camisole she wears under it and tucks the material below her bared breasts. Peter’s happy to enjoy the visual while he rubs her over his dick, but she grips the back of his neck and compels his head forward.

“What do you want exactly?” he teases. “I’m a little confused.”

Eye narrowed down at him as she pants, MJ plucks one of his hands from her ass and guides it up to her face. It fucks him up pretty good when she folds down all but two of his fingers, sliding those into her mouth; she sucks with that almost-angry gaze locked on him before bringing his wet fingers down to circle her nipple.

“Ok, ok,” Peter says desperately.

“Just helping.”

A laugh pops out of his mouth, but then he touches his lips to her breast, kissing lightly as she sways. Her hand twitches on the back of his neck. Ok, he thinks again, pulling her nipple between his teeth. MJ moans blissfully and heat floods both Peter’s face and his groin. He jerks roughly against her and clutches her body close when she comes, cradling his face to her chest. There’s still something of the briskness of their walk home to her smell as he inhales against her skin, but also wool and the smoke that’s clung to her after lighting the candles. Her scent is rich. He feels rich, with his arms wrapped around her.

She shimmies her shoulders and the blanket drops. When she slips out of her sweater, Peter rushes to tear his hoodie (and the t-shirt caught up with it) off. MJ halts him in the act of flinging them away; right, candles. Gotta aim for a spot where he won’t start a fire. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans as quickly as he can, gasping in relief at the sudden extra room for the erection bulging beneath his boxers. His plan, as he hooks his thumbs into his waistband, is to yank his clothes down only as far as necessary, then guide MJ back on top of him as soon as she’s out of her sweatpants and pick up where they left off with her first orgasm. But, bottomless, his girlfriend settles on his lap before he’s ready. She shuffles forward, rubbing herself against him, making his boxers damp. Peter closes his eyes as they roll back. His hands skim blindly up her arms to fiddle with the slipping straps of the camisole she still wears—if the way it’s clinging to her from only below her breasts to her navel can be called ‘wearing’.

She kisses his cheek.

“Peter.”

He opens his eyes and watches her tilt her head to speak quietly near his ear. Candlelight seeps over and through her hair. He kisses where it pools on her naked shoulder and her soft breaths form words.

“I want you to bend me over.”

Peter turns his head and groans into MJ’s neck.

Running her fingers through his hair, she asks, “Is that a yes?”

“’Chelle, you say, ‘jump,’ I ask, ‘how high?’” he promises.

He whips a condom out of his pocket. She draws back and smirks at him, eyebrows raised.

“And how did that get in there?”

“I might’ve grabbed it while I was looking for the matches.” When his girlfriend continues to stare at him, he adds, “It’s dark! You were lighting candles! I dunno, MJ, it seemed kinda romantic. Why are you still looking at me like that?”

“You’re cute when you babble.”

“Stop talking,” Peter interprets with a sheepish smile. “Got it.”

She climbs off of him and stuffs the blanket into the corner of the couch while he stands and whisks his jeans and boxers down his legs. He almost trips peeling his socks off because MJ waggles her bare ass at him very unfairly.

“Come on, I’m getting cold.”

“I’m—” he starts, struggling with the condom. “I am… I’m going as fast as… there!”

Peter bounds onto the couch and catches MJ’s face in his hand, kissing her lovingly. Then desperately. Then sloppily pulling away to sneak a hand under the back of her top and press her down until her elbows rest on the arm of the couch. Taking a deep breath, he strokes his other hand from the back of her neck all the way to her ass. This is kinda hot with her shirt still on. He’s glad that, for as much as they discuss and debate things like the misuse of municipal funds on holiday decorations, they’re still in their hasty days. Still young, still eager. He grips himself and flexes his fingers as he traces the head of his dick through MJ’s arousal.

“Getting cold,” she repeats.

“Spider-Man is here to help, ma’am,” he jokes, pushing inside her.

Fuck. Peter works his hips gently forward and back, building up to plunging deeper the same way he tiptoes out into the water when they visit the beach too early in the year. But this isn’t like the chilly springtime ocean because she’s warm as she takes him—so, so warm.

“Uh, MJ? Baby? Sweetheart? I thought you said you were cold,” he grits out.

She presses back against him as he finally thrusts all the way in.

“I always keep the home fires burning for you.”

“Well, that was raunchy. You’ve been living with me too long.”

“How could I ever move out with perks like a December power outage?”

Grinning, Peter begins a loose swing of his hips, gazing down MJ’s back at the shadows and light sliding over the rounded edges of her neck, her shoulder blade, her ear as she tips her head to let her hair hang to the side. When her low moans start, he repositions his knees on the couch cushions and digs in with his toes. The wet smack of driving into her is loud in their little sanctuary. He takes her by the hips as she bows her head to her crossed forearms, moving faster, gliding in and out with more grace than he has when navigating an ice rink with skate blades on his feet. MJ spreads her legs wider and drops her head even lower. She is graceful, with the steep slope of her back that Peter can’t resist pressing a hand to. At his touch, she bends even further and he chokes on an already raspy inhalation.

“Faster, Peter,” she requests.

Not loud, not demanding. She knows he can hear her because he’s always listening for her voice. It coaxes him onward from beneath the urgent slap of his thrusts.

He hunches over her, wrapping one arm around her waist as they buck together, his other hand diving between her legs. She’s soaked and her hips are jumping in time with his, so it’s hard to keep his fingers on her swollen clit. Suddenly, MJ has her hand over his, directing his fingers. Reality grows hazy as pleasure creeps into his thighs and trickles invisibly down his stomach, like the phantom touch of his girlfriend beneath him. Peter squints against the light of their candles and so much feeling, flicking his fingers over the sensitive nub that has MJ’s legs quivering. He kisses her spine and scrapes the edge of her camisole with his teeth. She’s shaking too hard to thrust back. Groaning, Peter bucks in a quick burst, holding her body up as she threatens to slump flat.

“You warm yet?” he huffs. “Show me you’re warm.”

“Peter… almost.”

Abruptly, he sits back on his heels, hauling MJ with him. Sweating now, Peter bounces her on his lap. His hands squeeze the smooth skin of her hips. She gasps before moaning deeply and reaching up to wrap an arm behind his neck, arching against him.

“God,” he mutters, looking down over her shoulder to watch the jiggle of her breasts and the tension of her stomach, “I already want you again.”

Because of his words, or his hands, or his cock slamming up into her, she climaxes, clenching around him and stuttering over his name. Peter buries his nose in her hair to avoid the overpowering scent of the candles as his senses sharpen to the finest point; he’s learned this only happens when he’s lost in either the pain of a grave injury or the satisfaction of releasing into MJ. He pulses, hips snapping, hugging her against his chest, flushed with warmth from the top of his ears to where his toes grip the couch.

“Bath?” Peter pants in her ear, dick still twitching inside her. “I swear I won’t let you get cold.”

Just like that, the overhead light and the lamp on the end table blink on. Huh. Power’s back.

“Or maybe you don’t need me to,” he says.

MJ turns her head and kisses the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll grab the candles. You hit the lights.”

#promptmas #my writing #spideychelle #spideychelle fanfiction #peter parker #peter x mj #peter x michelle #peter parker x michelle jones #michelle jones

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Who’s Gonna Love You Like Me? [Brother’s Best Friend!Calum AU] Part 3

A/N: A HUUUUUUUGE thank you to @ohhoneyofmine​ for literally co-writing a big chunk of this chapter. It really couldn’t have been done without her🥺

Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2

An important note about this part: This whole chapter is a flashback scene, in which you finally found out what went down between Calum and Josie that was being referenced in the previous parts. So remember: this whole thing is a flashback and takes place about 2-3 months prior to the real time story!! Next part jumps back into present time!

Josie saw him the moment he entered the diner, standing tall in the doorway of the mom-and-pop located a few minutes off campus she frequented with her friends. Although she recognized his favorite leather jacket and rings glimmering under the lights, it took Josie a second to recognize him—what with the fact that his hair had grown out since she last saw him, and that he was practically dead on social media. Her jaw dropped in obvious surprise, absently raising her hand to get his attention, which she earned right away as his eyes landed on her from behind his sunglasses and he made his way over.

A startled laugh escaped Josie as Calum neared her, getting up and mirroring his grin as he opened his arms to pull her in for a hug. “Hi,” she greeted through her smile, chin resting on his shoulder as she felt his arms wrap around her waist. A familiar, fresh and woodsy scent tickled her nose over the smell of French fries and burgers, closing her eyes briefly as she took in the feel of Calum. Familiar and comforting. “When the hell did your hair get so long?”

She heard him chuckle, the sound deep and warm, as they pulled away. He took off his sunglasses, revealing dark brown eyes alight with amusement, as he settled on the chair across from her. Josie was raising her eyebrows at him in incredulity, gaze tilted upwards at the dark curls that sat artistically tussled atop his head. Last she saw him in person, his hair was somewhat shorter and straighter, a bit of a one-eighty to what it was now. Still unfairly attractive, though, no doubt about it.

“Wanted to change things up a bit, let it grow out,” Calum told her with a shrug, smile still present as he hung his sunglasses from the neckline of his shirt. He ran his fingers through the curls, raising an eyebrow as his full lips puckered into a pout. “You really don’t like it?”

Josie shot him a look, his pout splitting into a grin as she picked up the menu. “I like it,” she told him with a roll of her eyes. “Curls suit you.”

Calum’s features set into an endeared smile. “Thanks, Jos.”

She smiled before snickering as she picked up the menu. “Thank God you grew out of that emo haircut phase. The fringe was horrendous.”

A huff of laughter escaped him, shaking his head in fond amusement. “Fucking hell.” It only made Josie’s smile wider.

The two of them ordered their drinks and food, and as they waited, Josie watched as Calum folded his arms on top of the square table, dark eyes wandering around as he took in his surroundings. It was one of Josie’s favorite places to come, with their red booths and stools at the long counter, a window looking into the kitchen where the cooks bustled with activity. The blinds for the windows were pulled all the way up, allowing for the early afternoon sunlight to brighten up the place, black and white checkered floors sleek and classic movie posters framed on the walls.

“It’s a nice place,” Calum commented after the waitress dropped off their drinks, and Josie felt herself smiling at his approval as his dark eyes met her blue. She mirrored his position, arms folding on top. “D’you come here a lot?”

“Mhm,” Josie nodded, her own gaze briefly wandering as if she as here for the first time. “It’s nearby and the food’s great, so we come here a lot.”

With a quirk of his eyebrow, Calum brought his glass towards him, guiding the straw towards his mouth as he asked, “We as in you and Austin?” before taking a sip.

Josie felt herself tense in her chair, muscles tightening and fingers digging into her arms. The smile fell from her face, chin lowering in a feeble attempt of hiding her sudden change in demeanor. She didn’t want to think about Austin, or acknowledge the general thoughts of her being completely alone and the small hole he had left. Three months, generally speaking, wasn’t too long to be with someone. And yet at the end of it, there was a pain that still existed and settled heavily in Josie’s heart.

She rolled her lips into her mouth, leaning back in the chair as she took in a breath, willing herself to bring the smile back onto her face before Calum noticed. Of course, that was easier said than done, given that she was sitting across from one of the most observant people she knew. And the second the smile had disappeared from her face, his eyebrows drew together as he sat up, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her curiously.

“Hey, what?” Calum asked, and she recognized the concern swimming in his eyes. It was comforting.

Josie let out a small laugh. “Nothing, nothing,” she said with a shake of her head, offering a shrug. She dropped her gaze to her glass of Pepsi as she dragged it closer to herself. “Austin and I broke up, so, y’know—not coming here with him anymore,” she explained with a smile that attempted to mask the ache of her recent break up.

Calum’s frown eased in realization, taking a breath as he licked his lips. Sympathy softened his features as he said, “I’m sorry, Jos.”

“It’s fine,” she quickly assured with a shake of her head. And it was. Though her heart hurt, Josie knew, selfishly, it wasn’t because of losing Austin. It was more so the loss of the companionship she had within that relationship. Someone to care for who cared about her. Already she missed the tranquility of holding someone’s hand, the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the thought of going on a date just to enjoy each other’s company. Was it wrong that Josie missed all of those things with someone? Not Austin, specifically. Just missed the idea of those concepts. Not that anyone could blame her; her relationship with Austin had quickly devolved, ultimately leading to the break up. “Really. We just—we weren’t working, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Calum sounded. Like he agreed. Like he knew exactly what she was talking about. And maybe he did. He knew her well enough. He lifted his chin, eyes on hers. “You’re better off without him, pretty girl.”

Josie raised her eyebrows, stirring her drink with the straw. The warmth of his eyes was inviting, as always, brown eyes a velvet and deep and so easy to get lost in. She felt the breath catch in her throat, the endearing term easily slipping past his lips without a thought. Nicknames weren’t new. He’d called her sweet things before. And they never had her momentarily freezing before. She focused on rest of his statement, not just the two words that demanded her acknowledgment. “You sound so sure about that,” she murmured. Josie desperately wanted to believe Calum’s words, not wanting to give him the impression of just how disappointed she was. It wasn’t that she was codependent on being with someone to be happy. It was just nice being in a relationship. Until it went to shit, of course. It was the same thing, over and over again. She was getting tired of it.

“Because I know,” Calum said, his words firm and true as he raised his eyebrows at her adamantly. He was trying to get his point across, trying to get her to see that it would be okay. Josie knew it would be—but the reassurance from Calum was welcoming and sweet. It had her heart skipping a beat, a notion she found herself a bit frightened to acknowledge. “You don’t need him.”

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know I don’t,” she agreed with a nod. When her gaze met Calum’s once more, noting the way he was watching her with concern and reassurance, she took a breath and forced herself to snap out of this ridiculous funk. Sitting across from Calum and complaining about her failed relationship was not something on her agenda, especially given that there was nothing specifically about that certain relationship to even miss. She wasn’t going to waste both of their time, sitting in her favorite restaurant, bemoaning about something she’ll probably get over, anyway. 

“So, anyway,” Josie continued, offering a real smile as she pushed all thoughts of Austin out of her mind, laughing lightly when Calum blinked at her sudden change in demeanor, smiling in amusement. “A bunch of my friends are coming to my dorm later tonight to drink and hang out. You should come, if you don’t have any plans.”

Calum chuckled, a half smile on his face. “Oh, yeah; a twenty-five year old hanging out with college seniors. That’s totally not weird.”

“It’s not!” Josie laughed, arms once again folding on top of the table. Calum was only a couple of years older than her twenty-two year old self, and they’d known each other a long time. Since they were kids. Him being in her dorm room to hang out with her and her friends wasn’t weird. It almost was a reminder of when they were younger and she’d tag along with him, her brother and the rest of the boys. Now that he was in Davis, visiting his dad like he did often after his parents split and attending the wedding of some cousin of his father’s, Josie wanted to switch it up and have him join her and her friends. “Come on, it’ll be totally chill. We’ll drink and play drunk UNO and Jenga—real college fun,” she encouraged, unable to keep the giggle from falling past her lips as she spoke. 

Amusement danced in his features, dark eyes watching her with a kind of fondness that had her own smile softening. Josie was increasingly becoming aware of her heart picking up its pace under Calum’s stare, trying hard not to distract herself with wondering thoughts of since when was Calum capable of making her feel like that. Since when had the sight of his smile tickle her stomach, and since when did his raspy laugh rob her of her breath? She almost wanted to retract her offer of him joining her and her friends, in that moment, because feeling those tiny prickles of excitement in the presence of her brother’s best friend was not fucking good.

“Alright, yeah, I’m down,” Calum shrugged, the grin once again playing across his face as the waitress arrived with their food. Nodding at Josie, he said, “I’ll come by around eight, is that good?”

A lump had taken form in Josie’s throat, an effect of her sudden acknowledgment of the flutter of her stomach at the sight of his smile. Still, she returned it, felt it freeze a bit in place as Calum broke their gaze to say his thanks to the waitress. Josie looked down at her food, inhaling sharply, softly, through her nose. Fuck.

Hours later, Josie kept glancing his way every so often, looking across the comfortable sized space of her dorm room at the man who stood by the window, talking to one of her friends. It was odd, seeing Calum in her dorm room, mingling with her friends as he drank out of a red solo cup. The main lights of the room were off, the glow of the blue and pink fairy lights she had on around making for a purple hue in the room filled with about fifteen or so people. All friends of hers, all people she enjoyed the company of.

Except right now, her attention was on her brother’s best friend, the conversations going on around her drowned by the music playing through her portable speaker. She told herself it was because she wanted to make sure he was alright; Josie was aware Calum hadn’t meant anything by it when he joked about being a twenty-five year old with all her friends. When the tables were turned, he never made her feel like she was too young to be hanging out with them when she was a sixteen year old hanging out with her nineteen year old brother and his friends; her company was always welcomed. There were some jokes, some playful teasing about her being “Luke’s little sister”, but it was always retorted with her own childish “Luke’s dumb friends”. 

So she found herself making sure he was good, enjoying his time, relieved when his quiet nature went into hiding as he willingly engaged in playing cards and Jenga with them. Josie sat on the spare bed in her room—her fall semester roommate moved out, so Josie had the entire room to herself—feeling light in her head with a cup full of Hennessy and Coke as she chatted with her friend Beth. It wasn’t until her phone vibrating in the back pocket of her shorts caught her attention, and she smiled happily to see that Luke was FaceTiming her. 

“Hi, Luke!” Josie grinned, wishing she could wave at the screen without spilling her drink.

Her brother returned the smile, sitting in his room where the light was a lot brighter than in her dorm of pink and blue. “Hey,” Luke laughed, recognizing the tipsy smile on her face. “You feeling good, Jos?” he asked, the knowing turn bordering on teasing.

“So good,” she returned with a scoff. Her gaze flickered up towards where her bed was across the room, on her feet as she asked Luke, “Wanna talk to Cal?”

She heard Luke laugh out a “sure”, the sound drowned out by the music and lively chatter of her room as Josie made her way over to where Calum stood. He was in the middle of talking to Kevin, one of her friends, as she walked over while sipping her drink before announcing, “Luke wants to say hi.”

Calum raised his eyebrows as Josie came to stand next to him, his right arm draping around her shoulders casually as he leaned down a little to fit into the frame thanks to her shorter stature. “Hey, man,” Calum greeted with a grin, throwing up a peace sign with a free hand.

“Hey,” Luke replied with a smile. “You two drunk yet?”

Josie’s grin widened, leaning into Calum, his warmth welcoming in her cold dorm room, his cologne one she was so familiar with and couldn’t seem to get enough of. Not tonight, at least. “Getting there,” she replied easily before she and Calum, smiles on their faces, tapped their cups together and took sips for Luke to watch.

He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath before lifting his chin. “Take care of my sister, will you, Cal?”

A breath escaped Josie at hearing Luke’s words, feeling a prick of an annoyance as she bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t need to be taken care of, didn’t need to be treated as such. And—this may be the alcohol talking—she didn’t need Calum to be reminded of the fact that she was his best friend’s little sister. Not that she thought he’d ever forget. He would remember, just as she would remember that he was her brother’s best friend. Both highly aware of the relationship they already had, hoping it would be enough to remind them of their boundaries.

“You know I will.” Calum’s laugh pulled Josie out of her thoughts, especially when he gave her a squeeze, still holding her close. From the little frame where she could see both herself and Calum, Josie watched and felt Calum lean his head against hers. The smell of his cologne was overwhelming in the best ways, a wave of mint and fresh wood that was stupidly enticing. His hand was burning into her skin where it laid on her shoulder, arm resting across her collarbone to press her back against his chest. Luke thought nothing of it. Neither did Calum—not the way Josie did. “She’s in good hands.”

Yeah, she totally felt like it, too. Wondered if he felt the quickening beat of her heart from under his hold.

“Alright,” Luke laughed, free hand running through his blonde curls. Josie had always been jealous of her brother’s hair, since her own blonde locks fell limp around her shoulders. Well, at least it used to—she’s learned how to take care of it. With a pointed raise of his eyebrows, he said to the two of them, “Make good choices.”

When the dorm room had cleared out hours later, Josie laid in her bed and rested an arm over her eyes, the quietness that settled disturbed only by a shuffling going around in her room. “Come on—you’re not drunk enough not to help clean up,” came Calum’s voice, a huff of laughter escaping him.

Josie’s face scrunched up, reluctantly pushing herself into a sitting position. He was kind enough to start the clean up process, gathering all the cups, draining the ones that still had drinks in them in the sink. Standing by the sink that was available in the room, the bathroom behind the door next to it, Calum was shooting Josie a pointed look, consisting of a raised eyebrow and tilt of his head.

He was right—she wasn’t drunk enough not to help, only faintly tasting the Fireball she had stupidly decide to drink earlier. There had been a point in the night where she was pretty damn tipsy, hoping the alcohol coursing through her system would numb her to the incriminating thoughts about Calum that were swimming in her head. They’d slammed into her out of nowhere, and now that they were there, Josie wasn’t sure how to get rid of them. She didn’t want to dig into them; Calum was attractive, there was no fucking doubt about it. But they’ve known each other since she was eight and he was eleven, had grown up together, had seen each other through highs and lows because of how close they were. There’d come a point where it was established that Calum—as well as Ashton and Michael—weren’t just Luke’s friends, they were Josie’s too. 

So why the fuck did Josie have to ruin a lifetime long friendship with the threat of something as unstable as attraction?

“I’ll just do it tomorrow,” Josie waved off with a groan, legs outstretched in front of her, hands gripping her knees. 

Calum’s expression fell flat. “You mean you’ll cry about it tomorrow,” he shot back, his words inviting an indignant pout to pucker at Josie’s lips. He was right, of course, and the smug look on his face told her he knew that. When Josie remained on her bed, her stubbornness winning out, Calum rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and scoffed before making his way over to her. Josie bit her tongue as he walked over to her, unable to tear her gaze away from his approaching figure. He looked a bit too good in that damned leather jacket, hugging his broad shoulders and curling around his biceps perfectly. Josie may have sobered up, but the mere sight of him was really freaking intoxicating. 

He stood over her, prompting Josie to tilt her head back to look up at him, hoping her throat wasn’t working too obvious as he smirked down at her, curls brushing across his forehead. “Come on,” Calum encouraged, his hands grasping hers. Warmth burst across her skin as Calum used his grip on her to pull her out of the bed, laughing as Josie groaned in faux annoyance. She really didn’t want him to let go of her. “We can get this sorted fast if you help.”

“Don’t you wanna, I don’t know, go to sleep?” Josie grunted, lips twisting to the side when Calum dropped his hands from hers to go over to the spare dresser that was decorated with several varying bottles of alcohol, some empty and some still containing the drink. “I’m sure your dad wants you home.”

Calum snorted, grabbing the half full bottle of vodka and putting it in Josie’s mini fridge. He straightened, shooting her a look. “It’s nearly three A.M.,” he pointed out with a glance at the digital clock on the microwave. “He’s long since passed out.” With a tilt of his head, Calum walked over to where Josie was draining a cup of the mixed drink her friend Christine had made. Calum was right next to her, leaning his left side against the wall as he watched her. “Tryna get rid of me, Jos?”

She scoffed, watching the red liquid swirl down the drain, unaware of the words as they fell past her lips under her breath. “Trying to stay sane.”

“What was that?”

Josie froze where she stood, her eyes widening as she kept her gaze down on the sink. Alright, what she said wasn’t too bad. There was still hope for recovery. “Nothing,” she hummed, needing to clear her throat as she moved around him to dump the cups in the trash. Please let it go.

“Why wouldn’t you be sane?”

Josie bit down on her lower lip as she dropped the cups in the trash, exhaling sharply through her nose when she heard the subtle yet confused chuckle that Calum spoke with. “Oh, you know. College.” It was a lame answer, sounding so even to her own ears, trying not to grimace as she leaned her lower back against her desk, hands clasped in front of her as she tried to not-so-subtly avoid his gaze. “Shit drives me crazy.”

“Uh-huh.” He was nowhere near convinced; Josie could hear it in the unimpressed tone of his voice and the way he clicked his tongue after, acutely aware of him approaching her. He stopped just a foot or so in front of her, body towering of hers, and suddenly her purple painted toes were the most interesting things in the world. “Wanna try that again?”

Fuck’s sake, not really. She couldn’t elaborate, couldn’t tell him the truth. She couldn’t possibly voice a single thought that was currently running through her head—that had been running through her head since they had lunch earlier today. How pathetic was it that what was supposed to be an innocent lunch with a friend suddenly had her looking at him in a completely different light? God, if she looked back at it, she wouldn’t even be able to pinpoint the exact moment it happened. It just did. And now she was stuck with Calum staring down at her with those intense brown eyes that could make a grown man sweat.

Josie’s throat closed up, a ball of hesitation, fear and nerves settling right in the middle of it as she dropped her gaze. His black Docs were starting to get scuffed from how much wear he was getting out of them, streaks of black on the toes of the black material. No. She couldn’t admit to it. She couldn’t be selfish and self destructive and ruin a friendship because, why? Her loneliness over being single had her looking at him in a new light? No, she’d get over it. This was her brother’s best friend. There was a line, had been there since the day they met, and Josie couldn’t cross it.

So she lifted her gaze, forcing her blue eyes to meet his brown, ignoring the expectant look he wore as she said quietly, “You should go home, Calum.”

His expression fell, transforming into one of confusion and concern, head straightening as he quickly realized something was definitely up as his lips tilted downwards, too. Suddenly, Josie was wishing the music was still playing to disturb the heavy silence. “What’s going on, Jos?” She rolled her lower lip into her mouth, biting down on it as she turned her head to the right, gazing out the window on the other side. The world was seemingly asleep. The frustration was seeping into his tone as he took a step towards her, his familiar cologne just barely wafting towards her. “Why can’t you look at me?”

She heard the hurt underlying his exasperated tone, and Josie never wanted to make him feel at fault. This was all on her. It was all on her and her stupid head and stupid heart. She almost felt like an idiot, a cliche as she acknowledged the pitiful notion of being attracted to one of her brother’s best friends. She’d basically grown up with Calum—why was this slapping her in the face now?

Josie crossed her arms over her chest, toes tensing as they clawed at the cold floor. Her throat was working, nerves forming a lump in it as Calum’s gaze only flushed her skin. The words were dancing on the tip of her tongue, the faint taste of Fireball still linger as her head desperately told her to not let them slip because the consequences would be embarrassing, would change things. She never even stared in the direction of the line that was established, and now she was so close to leaping over it.

“’Cause if I do, I’m gonna say something that I’ll regret. And that’s what’s driving me insane,” Josie told him, her voice faltering into a whisper at the end, already guilt ridden.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know you can.” His encouraging voice, soft and smooth, only pushed her forward, begged for her to confess the thought that took up residence in her mind without her permission. She couldn’t tell Calum the truth. She couldn’t possibly do that.

Until she did.

“Pretty sure I can’t tell you how badly I want you to kiss me.”

There. The words were out. Unwise and unable to be taken back, and Josie kept her gaze firmly on the floor as she waited for it to crumble beneath her. Josie wasn’t sure what was worse; waiting for Calum’s response, or the stilling silence that made the buzz of the room’s air conditioner deafening. The guilt had her heart pounding, and the nerves of waiting for Calum’s response wasn’t helping it slow down. 

Selfish. She was so damn selfish for uttering those words, for acting on some feelings that only made themselves known earlier in the day. What the fuck had she been thinking? Was she really incapable of ignoring whatever she was feeling for the time Calum was in town? Could she not have kept it to herself instead of risking her friendship with him? Keeping her mouth shut about what was just a physical attraction shouldn’t have been so difficult—it wasn’t worth putting both of them in such a compromising position. 

Fuck. Being single really fucked with her, didn’t it?

Josie squeezed her eyes shut with a shake of her head when several seconds passerby without a word from him. “Shit, shit—I’m sorry.” She spoke quickly, desperately, never once lifting her gaze as she pushed herself away from the desk. Her face felt like it was on fire, the mortification sending her heart to her throat as she reached the door of the dorm. “Like I said—you should—you should go, Calum.”

She was trying to save herself any further embarrassment, though she wasn’t sure that was even possible at this point. Once those words had left her mouth, nothing could take them or the implication back. They were out, available for Calum to do with them how he pleased. Josie definitely fucked up major and all for what? Suddenly acknowledging how he was the hottest guy in the room? Pathetic. Really. If she had a dollar for every time her heart made a dumb, executive decision that would only hurt her in the end, she’d probably be a millionaire by now.

Or, well, have a couple of thousand bucks.

Josie lifted her gaze enough to see Calum slowly turn to look at her, eyebrows knitting together as he stared at her. Her words were still registering in his head while she was trying to forget them, unable to meet his brown eyes as she gripped the door handle tightly behind her. She really wished she was drunk and hadn’t sobered up so quickly; ironic, that Luke was the lightweight out of the two of them. She’d never been jealous of him more than in this moment.

Fuck. Luke. She was a terrible sister.

“No.” Josie’s breath hitched in her throat at the single utterance from Calum, blue eyes flashing to meet dark brown as he slowly made his way over to her. His eyebrows were still lowered as he looked down at her, closing the distance between them as she looked up at him with slightly widened, nervous eyes. She saw the way his throat worked, a tension in his features as he battled something within himself, seen in the way his forehead was creased and eyebrows furrowed in a silent debate. Calum’s voice was low, almost hoarse, as he said, “Say it again.”

For a moment, Josie wanted to believe that he was fucking with her, in which she would stupidly repeat her statement of telling him to go as a way of pretending that that’s what he meant when they both knew it wasn’t. Behind her, Josie’s hand curled around the doorknob tightly—not because she was eager to twist it and get him to leave, but because she desperately needed something to ground her in the face of Calum’s gaze making her heart leap right out of her chest.

But she looked at him, aware of the slight tension in his forehead, the sharp line of his jaw, and the unwavering stare he pinned her down with. And she couldn’t say no, couldn’t turn away from him. He looked at her and the words were spilling out of her mouth, once again without her control. “I want you to kiss me.”

It was a whispered repetition, ringing in her ears in the quiet of her room. But Calum heard her clearly, heard exactly what he thought he’d heard the first time. It was why she was unable to look away from his weighted gaze as he started towards her. His steps were sauntered, yet she was having trouble using that time to collect her jumbling thoughts. It didn’t help that his features were masked with a sheet of neutrality and her heart sounded like a war drum in battle. Her eyes widened slightly when Calum stopped right in front of her, leaving little to no room in between them. Expecting the worst, she drew a breath to say anything that would get her out of the awkward situation she had managed to put herself in. . . But her breath never left her chest. In the second it had taken her to pull air from her lungs, Calum was already leaning in.

At first, the only thing Josie could do was blink, unaware of how to process what was happening, but it didn’t take much time for her to sigh into the kiss her best friend was giving her. Friend. Best friend. 

God, she was actually kissing him— he was kissing her.

Calum kissed her with a gentleness she didn’t know he possessed, and the softness of his touch made her knees buckle. Why did he have such an effect on her? 

She thought it was a dream at first. A tipsy, romantic dream that manifested and became a product of her loneliness and heartbreak. A hopeless dream that made her stomach flip and cheeks burn—one where she was kissed how she wanted to be kissed, and touched how she wanted to be touched. Though, she knew it wasn’t a dream when his hands let go of hers and shifted up to the side of her ribs. He pulled her closer to him, eliminating all possible space between them. Josie found her own hands traveling up the curve of his shoulders, reveling in the hard muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt, and let her fingers lace in his thick hair. Allowed herself to tug his dark curls gently and smile into the kiss as he let out a faint sound of pleasure. 

His warm hands against her body sent shivers down her spine, making her want to moan in gratitude. She missed this. Well, she had wanted to miss this with her previous relationship. Physical touch, soft and gentle and voluntary. The electrifying knowledge of being wanted.

With his lips on hers, the room seemed to fade into the distance as the feeling of something she could only describe as stars danced on her flushed skin. The diluted taste of Fireball on his tongue to hers made her mind grow fuzzy with lust and nerve-wracking anticipation. Never in her life had she gotten so lost in a kiss before. The kind of lost that didn’t make her question the route she had taken, or where it would lead her. 

Pressed up against his warm chest, her heart thundering in her own—nearly exploding with the jittery feeling of being kissed by someone she felt safe with—she couldn’t bring herself to think about anything but him.

Him. 

They finally broke apart, but only pulled far enough away to look each other. She noticed his swollen lips first, then let her eyes travel to where her fingers were in his tussled hair. He had been doing the same; his eyes focusing on her now-plump lips, smirking at the effect he clearly had on her. 

His hands were still curled around the sides of her ribs as she cleared her throat. “Uh. . . I didn’t expect the night to end like this.” Heat rose in her cheeks as she finally registered what she had just experienced with, who was supposed to be, off limits. 

That’s what made the kiss even more tempting. 

He raised a finger to brush away a strand of her hair that had fallen, then said with a tone she wasn’t sure she could describe, “I thought you wanted to kiss me?” There was a slight furrow of confusion in his brow, but mixed with the Fireball they had been drinking all night his actions seemed slower, yet relaxed—comfortable.

“Yeah. . .” She let herself admit, letting go of the curls that she had kept locked in between her fingers and slid her hands down to his shoulders. “But I don’t think friends are supposed to kiss each other like that? What about my bro–“ 

“Did you not like my kiss?” he asked, an undertone of concern in his inquiring words. 

She nodded. How could she not melt under his warm touch? 

“D’you want me to kiss you again?” His voice was near guttural as he stared at her with such intensity that it made her cheeks flush.

With a small, yet confident smile, Josie nodded; and then she found her eyes closing with the feeling of his lips on hers again. But, unlike the last kiss that was patient and gentle, this kiss was so much more. A near lifetime long friendship had broken through established boundaries, unable to turn back from what they’d done already, not at all willing to consider the trust that had been broken the second that first kiss had occurred. It was selfish of them, to get so lost in the warmth of the other, to lose their grips on reality as the taste of the other’s lips dizzied them into uncharted waters. But how could they possibly care? How could they care, when they were kissing lips that stole every bit of air from their lungs and had their body coming to life in a way that left them wondering if they’d truly lived before that moment?

Kissing Calum. . . It was new, but it was so achingly familiar. And it fucked Josie up, because of course she’d never kissed him until now. Yet the second his full lips met hers, all she could think of was how she’d been missing out on this for so long.

This kiss was filled with passion and hunger and something else that practically made her melt against him. She moaned into the kiss as his hands traveled down her ribs, to her lower back, and without breaking the kiss he hooked his hands behind her thighs and hoisted her up with ease. Her legs instantly wrapped around his waist, her fingers tugging at the small curls at the nape of his neck as he started walking towards the bed.

Between their heated kiss, tongues dancing and stars swirling in her head, Calum groaned. Not from her, but from bumping into the corner of the bed. She laughed against his mouth and in return he pinched her thigh, making a squeak escape her throat. 

“Not funny,” he breathed before locking onto her lips again. The warmth of his large hands holding her up by her thighs made her stomach flip. He made her feel feather-light; something her past lover failed to do. 

Calum waited until his knees hit the edge of the mattress to let himself fall back onto the creaking bed. Sitting down, Josie unhooked her legs from his torso and straddled him. His hands wandered her entire backside until his fingers found the hem of her cotton shirt and started lifting up. She obliged, too focused on the way he tasted to care about any consequences that would befall her in the future. He didn’t waste any time stripping her of her shirt, and she didn’t either as she took off his. 

He was magnificent. Josie ran her hand down his toned body, admiring his golden skin marked with black ink and the defined muscles underneath. She couldn’t help but pull her lip into her mouth to stop herself letting out an animalistic noise. Noticing her adoration, Calum smirked and flipped them over, enticing the metal frame of the extra long twin sized bed to creak under their weight.

Calum chuckled against her lips, “This bed’s too fuckin’ small.”

Josie’s own breathless laugh sounded against his mouth and as Calum nipped at her lower lip, she inquired, “Wanna join the beds?”

His fingers danced along the bare skin of her sides, deliberately brushing his scruff against her jaw as his lips followed with kisses. “Adorable that you think I’d put a pause on this for even a second.”

His towering figure covered her small one as his lips traveled down her cheek, to her jaw, to the base of her throat and this time she did make a small noise. Her fingers gripped his biceps as she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of being kissed everywhere. She let herself enjoy being kissed by her brother’s best friend.

Holy shit. She was letting her brother’s best friend kiss her.

“Wait,” She hummed, voice too thick with lust. He had looked up from where he had been attacking the curve where her shoulder met her neck.

“Hmm.”

She looked at him, eyes slightly wide and chest heaving from the adrenaline she wasn’t used to having when being intimate. “Don’t you think. . . Don’t you think this is a bad idea?” she asked, a nervous tinge in her tone. 

Calum sighed and lifted himself up so he could face her directly. “Do you want this?” he asked genuinely. “We can stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

The sincerity in his tone and the softness in his expression made her emotional. He cared about her, she realized. He cared enough to give a shit about what she thought and how she felt. 

Her hand rose to cup the side of his face. “No,” Josie smiled at him. “Kiss me.”

And he did. He kissed her everywhere.

His lips attacked the base of her throat to the point where she hissed and tugged on his hair. His heated kisses traveled from the neck to the her collarbones, to the valley between her breasts. God, did she feel like she was in heaven. 

She flexed at the contact of a wet kiss on her torso that slowly traveled down, down, down until—

Calum stopped and she wanted to bite back a curse. Instead, she caught his eyes looking at her own, a silent request. Confirmation that she wanted this. She nodded gently and let his fingers make quick work of the buttons of her shorts before latching onto the waistband, inching them down agonizingly slow as he continued to the long trail of kisses down to her naval. 

Josie felt—and heard—him chuckle against her skin as he slowly rid her of her shorts, and the amusement colored her own tone as she asked, “What?”

Her own fingers were playing with his curls, lightly coiling a thick strand around her index finger as she felt his lips trail along the thin band of her underwear. He looked up at her from where he was, dark eyes glimmering playfully. “Didn’t you used to hate lace?”

Josie rolled her smiling lips into her mouth as she tilted her head back, shutting her eyes as a short laugh escaped her. Memories of her constantly scowling and scratching herself whenever her mom put her in an outfit consisting of lace flooded her mind, and Josie pressed one hand to her forehead as she heard his hoarse, airy chuckle. His warm breath ghosted over her skin, sending a chill down her spine that only fueled her need for wanting him impossibly closer.

“What can I say?” Josie breathed out through the smile she couldn’t fight off, through the thundering of her heart. “I grew up.”

It was that smirk on his lips that had the damned butterflies in her stomach in a frenzy, a wickedly boyish curve of his mouth as his voice offered a gravelly whisper, “No doubt ’bout it.”

She didn’t know when he had slipped off her shorts and panties, too focused on the weight of his lips on her body and the heat pooling in her core. All she knew was the sharp gasp that fell off her lips as his tongue latched onto her heat, and lapped up physical evidence of what he had been doing to her. One hand intertwined into his hair, tugging the thick curls, and the other hand shooting up to grip the headboard behind her as he swirled her bud in his mouth and sucked until her legs began to shake. 

Her face scrunched up at the familiar tightness in her belly as he wrapped his hands around her thighs to keep her from escaping the exceeding pleasure he was giving her. Josie’s grip on the headboard loosened as she fought to keep her loud moan from coming out, but that was became impossible when he started doing that thing with his tongue and—

A whiny groan escaped her lips as the knot in her lower belly finally released. 

He didn’t let go of her bent legs, and a part of her was thankful because she knew her legs were still shaking violently from the edge he had pushed her over. 

“Fuck,” she whimpered. 

Calum didn’t say anything, just cleaned up the mess she had made, by his doing, and pressed a kiss to each thigh. She thought that would he the end of their short adventure with exploring what it felt like to eat the forbidden fruit. 

Boy, was the she wrong.

She could only watch with her bottom lip tucked into her mouth as he pulled away from her and started to unbuckle his belt. Her eyes widened with surprise, and lust as he tossed both jeans and boxers in a random direction.

It took everything in her not to bite down on her fist at the sight of him. Was she making the biggest mistake of her life? Possibly. Did she care? Absolutely not. 

Her eyes wandered over his naked frame, finally meeting his eyes that were dancing with playfulness and genuinity. She let out a sigh when his his fingertips slid up her naval to her chest. 

“Beautiful,” he seemed to whisper to himself, as if he was an archaeologist discovering rare piece of treasure. 

“You’re not to bad yourself,” she smiled at him, eyes heavy with exhaustion from her orgasm. But it was foolish of her to think they were anywhere close to being done. 

Calum chuckled, the sound calm and smooth as it rolled off his tongue. He kissed her once. Twice. The taste of herself on his tongue made her stomach tighten. His hand went in between their pressed bodies as he lined himself up to her entrance and watched her closely as he slowly slid in.

A muffled sound came from both of them once he was in her fully— and by the word, did he fill her up completely. There wasn’t an inch of space where he hadn’t reached.

“You good?” he asked with a breathy moan, sliding back out of her only to slide back in.

She could only nod, too dizzy with the feel of him inside her, nails digging into his back that only spurred Calum on.

He quickened his pace after giving her a few moments to adjust, and she thought her lips would bleed by the force of her trying to keep her screams at bay.

Noticing this, Calum gripped the base of her throat. Not in a rough way, but with enough pressure to make sure she knew who was in charge. “Hey,” he said as he pounded into her. “Let me hear you.” A simple demand from the man had her letting go again, moaning loudly as she climaxed for the second time—but he kept going.

The constant pressure of his cock being pushed inside her, hitting the exact spot she needed him the most, his fingers gently massaging her clit making it impossible to not scream his name.

His name. It had become a plea on her lips as he gave her exactly what she wanted without hesitation. His hands were on either side of her, or gripped onto the bedpost behind her, or one hand braced on her stomach as he fucked her.

After her third orgasm, she wanted to have her fun, despite her growing exhaustion from overstimulation. 

Josie placed a hand on his shoulder and tapped three times: the signal to stop. He did.

“You okay?” he asked quickly, loosening his grip on the bedpost and slowly sliding out of her, making her let out a soft oof sound. 

“I’m fine,” Josie beamed as she forced herself to pull herself up in a sitting position. Calum’s brows furrowed in confusion, but relaxed when she kissed him gently and flipped them over. She kissed him the same spots where he had kissed her. Every single one of them.

“What are you doing?” He knew exactly what she was doing. The devilish smirk on plastered on his lips was evident enough. 

When her lips stopped right above his naval, she grinned and nipped at his skin, earning a hiss. Feeling him inside her was one thing, but getting to touch him. Hold him. He was huge in her hand.

Her smile turned feline as she stroked him. He barked out a curse and fisted the crumpled sheets beneath them. Slow, agonizingly slow, she lowered her mouth to his tip and pressed a soft kiss where his head met his shaft. Watched with wicked eyes as he flexed his tattooed torso and took sharp inhales as she put him in her mouth and sucked.

The bob of her head was steadied and relaxed, but quick. His hand reached up and gripped the back of her hair as he hissed with pleasure. A part of her wondered if he would push her head down, but he let his hand move with the pace of her bobbing. 

Another blessing from a man she shouldn’t have. Couldn’t. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, guttural and desperate. “Fucking shit.” 

She giggled, then hummed with delight with him still in her mouth and he yanked her head back a bit.

“Don’t. Don’t do that, or I’m going to cum,” he told her, breathless and flustered.

She took that as a challenge. She stroked whatever she couldn’t take in her mouth and when Calum finally let out a groan and went off the edge, she didn’t waste any of it. 

He didn’t give enough time to show him her emptied mouth when he pulled her on his lap and gave her a hungry kiss, one filled with hunger and passion and lust. He tasted himself just like she had tasted herself.

She lined herself up with him and sunk down on him until she couldn’t anymore. It took a moment for her to readjust and start grinding her hips against him, but her pace became quick and steady as she grew to know the feeling of him inside her. Her hands braced on his chest and his on her hips, squeezing as she rode him with ease.

He sighed deeply, with content, as she leaned forward to brace hers hands on the bedpost. He took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked on a nipple until she mumbled a curse, and massaged the other with his hand. He made sure each breast got equal attention. Not that she minded. It was pure bliss, to be riding him and edging on her fourth orgasm.

When she began to tire, her legs becoming sore from bouncing and swiveling, Calum took the opportunity to grip her ass and push himself into her at a pace that made her cum within seconds. She couldn’t help but scream as he gave her the kind of satisfying feeling she never received. 

Overstimulation. 

A tear slipped past her eye, but he was quick to swipe it away with the pad of his thumb. 

“Hey, hey,” he cooed softly, cupping her cheek. “Are you okay, pretty girl?” 

She nodded into his hands, leaning into his warm touch and smiling sleepily at that damned term. “I’m worn out,” she exhaled, letting her head fall on just below his chin, feeling a breathless, tired laugh escape her.

“Then let’s sleep, yeah?” she hummed, moaning as he slowly pulled out of her, relaxing into the familiar warmth of his body as he brought the sheets up, arms protectively around her as sleep took over far too quickly.

*****

Josie woke up sticky and with a tight sore in between her legs. At first she didn’t remember what had happened, but when she felt someone shift in front of her and saw the familiar arm covered in even more familiar tattoos wrapped around her, she recalled everything.

Oh, God. Calum. She had slept with her brother’s best friend. And enjoyed it. A lot.

Carefully, she shifted to her other side so her back was facing him. But, she turned her head back to observe his sleeping face. Dark curls fell across his forehead, Josie’s fingers itching to brush them away, as her gaze swept over his full lips. Lips she had been intoxicated by last night, could still feel their burning wake on her skin wherever he had kissed her. He looked so peaceful, sweet, undisturbed by the reality of what they had done without consideration for anything but the way the other had made them feel.

Did he remember last night? The words he had spoken to her? That the disorganized feelings she had towards him were now jumbled into an even bigger mess?

His arm tightened around her and he grunted softly, a sign he was slowly waking up. When he finally opened his tired eyes, she was already staring back at him.

“Good morning?” he said, voice heavy with sleep also puzzled. Josie watched in a mixture of amusement and curiosity as he then lifted the blanket that they had been sharing and nodded when he noted their naked bodies pressed together. “So it wasn’t a dream.”

She turned back over, heart wrenching at his response, so he didn’t see the way her expression dropped. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked. If he regretted it...

Josie got her answer when he pulled her into his chest, curled his arm around her shoulders, and pressed a soft kiss to her tussled hair. “It means, I would have been disappointed if it had been a dream.” 

He laughed as she smacked him on his chest.

“Not funny.”

“It kind of is.”

Josie exhaled and leaned into his shoulder as she asked, “What the hell are we going to tell Luke?”

“We don’t tell him.” Calum shrugged calmly. “He doesn’t need to know this ever happened.” She furrowed her brows and was about to say something but he cut her off. “I’m not saying I regret it, I’m just saying this was a huge risk and for Luke’s sake, we can’t ever tell him, okay?”

“Agreed.” She knew he was right, so why did her heart ache with the sense of rejection?

Probably because she knew that last night, as mind blowing and overwhelming as it had been, wasn’t likely to happen again. Just a one time thing driven by the lingering effects of cinnamon whiskey and 

Calum kissed her lips, a quick and passionate kiss nonetheless. Then, he let out a deep sigh, “I guess we should finish cleaning up, and take a shower.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly, and she didn’t know if he had picked up on her saddened tone. If he had, he didn’t make a move to bring it up. And he wouldn’t.

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Park Dates

This took way too long for me to make, because I wanted to give a good first post. Love all of you though. - Ghost Description: Soft, cute dates in the park with your faves. Reader: Gender Neutral | Characters: Phantom Thieves | Genre: Fluff

Published Date: October 20th, 2020

Akira Kurusu

➳ The park wasn’t out of the question for you two to go out on dates. It was always in the rotation of date spots. However, it was definitely one of his favorites due to them being so much calmer than most places. Akira is a bit of an introvert himself, preferring a soothing place like the park over a busy café or the arcade, especially when spending time with his significant other.

➳ On special occasions, you two would go for a boat ride or have a picnic together. Most of the time, though, you two would just walk around. Your hands always intertwined together, almost like they were glued together. Sometimes conversation would flow casually about what went on that week, but sometimes you two would enjoy the local nature together.

➳ While on your weekend walks, he’ll sometimes give you kisses on your hand tenderly. Giving you the softest eyes after he kisses your hand. (God, he was always the charmer.) Sometimes, if he’s feeling especially gutsy, he’ll even give you a proper kiss beside a tree. The kiss is never too long as he doesn’t want to make the park goers uncomfortable, but it’s always enough to leave your heart fluttering. 

Ryuji Sakamoto

➳ I don’t know if running counts as a date, but your park ‘dates’ are always early morning runs. Ryuji has been determined to get back up to par for the Phantom Thieves, his significant other, and most importantly himself. He knows he won’t be an athlete again like he was, but he wants to feel like that again. 

➳ The first few times, you are just the time keeper. Keeping track of his improved times and being emotional support. Every time he gets better, though, he gets a little kiss as a reward. While that’s some definite encouragement though, however he wants you to start running with him. And he brings it up every single time.

➳ Eventually, you do crack though. Those damn puppy dog eyes finally melted your soul. Needless to say, though, it goes about as well as you expected. He completely beats you out and is so far ahead of you that it’s not even fair. When you do catch up, you are nearly out of breath and desperate for water and ramen. After that, the morning run roles become switch up every lap. Both of you giving kisses after the other improves their times.

Ann Takamaki

➳ Most of your dates honestly aren’t at the park. It’s not that Ann doesn’t like to go to the park, it’s just that she has things she’d rather do together. However, when you do go to the park, it’s usually when one of you is stressed out.

➳ When she’s stressed, it’s usually due to school or work. Most of the time, you’ll take her to the park and have a cute picnic together. Usually the picnic will include something simple like homemade sandwiches and whatever attempt at crepes you made. (She appreciates it no matter the quality, promise.) While you sit by the water, enjoying lunch, she’ll vent about her troubles to you. After the long vent, she’ll finally just lay down in the grass. Breathing out as if she’s letting the pressure get off her chest. She simple appreciates your presence nearby.

➳ When you’re stressed, she’ll drag you to the park. Ann will surprise you with your favorite seasonal treat, letting you vent like you do for her. Whatever stresses, she’ll listen and give you comforting words. She’ll give advice if she can, but either way she’s a shoulder for you to cry on or vent to whenever you need.

Yusuke Kitagawa

➳ Going to the park was initially your poorly done, flirting tactic. Yusuke usually went there for inspiration, something new to paint. You’d always tag along, trying to get close to him. He’d always let you come with, happy to have a figure to draw with the ever changing lighting by the lake.

➳ Even after you start dating, you two still go to the park together fairly often. Sometimes he needed to go to do an assignment for class, sometimes to drum up inspiration. Occasionally, you’d attempt to draw with him. No matter your skill level, he’d always praise your work, highly encouraging of growing artists. Plus, he secretly loves you taking an interest in his passion.

➳ Park dates become a regular thing between you two. Besides the inspiration, it gives a quiet space to talk together at the end of a long week of fighting shadows and balancing school like the teenage vigilante he is. It’s even more needed if you two aren’t in the same classes or different schools entirely. While he’s not the most physically affectionate, he definitely tells you loving flowery words every date. Usually about how nice you look, your artwork, or even just about you in general. Making it all worth those moments apart.

Makoto Niijima

➳ Park dates are always during exam season. It’s a new place to study and keeps both of you from being trapped up in a room over a textbook. Plus, the libraries and cafes are usually crowded up with students studying. A study buddy is always good, especially when she’s ridiculously intelligent.

➳Usually between studying biology and English, you’ll people watch. Not in a judgmental way, but definitely pointing out what people are doing. Guessing their ages, what they are doing at the park. Your favorite is guessing the boat couples, seeing what they are up to. (One time you swore you saw Akira and Yusuke on a boat, but Makoto kept denying it.)

➳ The dates aren’t romantic, because they aren’t really traditional dates in a way. It’s just spending time together, which is all that matters. She’s trying to help you improve and you for her. Hearing her speak and help to correct your English pronunciation is more than enough. Also, your grades are looking beautiful after a date with your girlfriend. So bonus. 

Futaba Sakura

➳ Let’s be real, you are the one who drags her to the park. She doesn’t ask to go. The goal is to get her to see some sunlight. It’s not too busy for her anxiety, especially when Akihabara is just too much to handle for you or her. Sojiro or Akira help you out with the convincing to get her to the park, after all someone has to get her outside.

➳ When you get there, you do one of two things: An ARG game, or reading manga together. With the ARG game (think Pokémon GO for reference), you two will wander around collecting items for whatever ARG she’s obsessed with. If she convinces you to download it, you two will run around trying to out compete each other to get the most items and level up the quickest. By the end of it, the winner will be gloating til you both end up laughing on the grass at how silly the taunts get.

➳ If it’s just the two of you reading manga, then it’s honestly pretty relaxing. You’ll share the book. The two of you somewhere reading a volume of hers or your current favorite manga to share in each other’s interests. Futaba will react as she’s reading, which is adorable, but don’t bring it up or she’ll stop. Sometimes she falls asleep, leaning on your shoulder. Maybe it’s good you two got out of the house.

Haru Okumura

➳ You were friends with Haru before you even began dating her, or even knew her. The local park had a community garden that both of you would go to and help tend every week. You didn’t even know she was a celebrity, just that she was a talented gardener. It was eventually how you two ended up together.

➳ It became a tradition for you two to once a week check on the garden with a few other community members, then take a walk together. While walking, you’ll pick a vendor of the week to buy treats for. It changes every week who pays, even though Haru repeatedly says she can pay over and over. It’s the principle of thing.

➳ The conversations tend to revolve around her trying to get ideas for Okumura Foods. It’s a bit consuming for her thoughts a lot of the time, especially after her father’s passing. You’ll try to pass back-and-forth ideas with her on new ways to help the company. Sometimes the goal of the ‘ideas’ is just to destress Haru and make her laugh. You give a few helpful ideas on occasion though, and she credits you frequently in her next meeting.

#persona #persona 5 #imagines #headcanons #persona 5 imagines #akira kusuru #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitawaga #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okamura

[averyonelovesjack]

north & south IV ~ zach herron

requested: yep

summary: zach and y/n juggle their relationship immediately after zach’s mother kicks them out. 

warning(s): cursing, as usual

word count: 1244

taglist: so here’s the thing i had a taglist but ya know i haven’t posted in like well over a year so idk how many of the peeps on the taglist are still around on wdw tumblr or if they really want to be tagged in this so i guess if you want to be on a taglist lmk?? 

author’s note: lollll so this is my first story in about a year and a half. hope someone actually reads it lmao. hoping to be posting more frequently?? we’ll see how that goes lol i just like to write and it’s nice that some people like to read what i like lol

also read these first: part I part II part III

i didn’t bother waiting in the car any longer. it’s so frustrating to go through so much with a person and then just have them switch everything on you because of one person. and granted, i know it’s his mom and i know she is way more important than i am, and i get that. but it’s frustrating to spend so much time getting to know someone and getting to like someone and then to find out months later that they don’t trust their own feelings over that of their mother.

i unbuckled and opened the door quickly, grabbing my bag from the floor. zach was frozen still after he had muttered those last three words. it’s dallas at night, so the neighborhood streets that were filled with kids on bikes just a few hours earlier were completely empty. just my thoughts, myself, and zach’s quietly running car were left to be heard. 

maybe this wouldn’t hurt so bad if zach had expressed any signs of unhappiness. if maybe he said something about wanting to take a break or if he had any kind of body language that showed he wasn’t ready to commit or he didn’t like me as much as i thought. but when i think back to every minute we spent together the past few months, i couldn’t think of anything that expressed feelings of wanting to stop. he just was happy. we were happy. 

i probably should be less shocked than i am. we knew going into this whole thing that our mothers would be a problem. that’s why we were a secret in the first place, but part of me, the hopeful part, thought that they would find out and be angry, but they would see us. they would see our happiness. did mrs. herron not see our happiness? or were we really not that happy? 

“y/n.” i hear as i wander down fourth street, a place i’d never been before, trying to find my way home. i ignore him. “y/n, come on. you don’t know where you are. let me take you home.”

“i’m not getting back in the car with you.” i can’t turn around and look at him. i know if i do i’ll break. “you’re better off just leaving. it’s either now or in five minutes when you get home and your mom deletes my number off your phone.”

“can we just talk?” 

“we’ve talked.” i express, still walking. i underestimated zach’s speed, though, because he caught up to me pretty quickly. 

i didn’t expect it to feel so different when he tapped my shoulder, but it did. almost like an electricity went through me that made me incapable of ignoring him. 

“y/n, i love you too.” he says and everything in me stops. i’m angry. i am. but i’m also relieved. and excited. and i feel safe. i don’t know why standing in the middle of fourth street at 7pm on a friday night with my boyfriend who i just fought with felt as safe as it did. but it just did.

i turned to face him and at first, i couldn’t say anything. i stared into his eyes, lost in the words he’d just muttered to me. i finally broke myself out of his gaze and let my eyes wander the street, regaining my anger. “shut up. you’re just saying that to fuck with me even more.”

“how can you say that?”

“how can i say that? how can you say that? you just spent the last ten minutes yelling to me about how we’re stupid seventeen year olds who have no idea what we want. you told me we should listen to our drama obsessed mothers who know nothing about our relationship. and then five minutes later you want to tell me you love me?” i cross my arms over my chest, which gives me enough confidence to stare into his eyes. 

“fuck, i don’t know.” zach says. “i don’t know what i think or what i want to do or who i should listen to, okay? but i know that i love you, y/n.” 

“i don’t know any of that shit either, zach, but i’m not out here giving up on our relationship.” 

“well i don’t want to either.” zach tells me. “i know i just said we had to and i know i’m the one who got all angry, and i’m sorry about that. but i don’t want to give you up either. there is so much i love about you. i love the way you couldn’t give two shits about what the whole town would think about our relationship. i love how you excited you get when we make plans. i love how you make me feel, y/n. i’m not ready to give that up.”

“okay.” i say, giving in. i stood in my footsteps, not sure what to do next. apparently zach did, though, because he took a few seconds to process before his arms snaked their way around my waist and his head rested on my shoulder. he pulled me closer to him and i wrapped my arms around his back. 

we stood like that for probably five minutes. we didn’t move, just held each other in our arms. there was a comfortable silence between us, with the dallas streetlights shining dimly on us and the sounds of distant traffic filling the air. 

“what do we do next?” i ask, letting zach finally release me and leaving both of us standing. 

“i have absolutely no idea.” zach admits. “but i’m willing to figure it out with you. as long as i’m with you.”

zach looks at me and then walks towards the curb of the street. he takes a seat and then looks back at me, waiting for me to sit beside him. 

as i take a seat next to him, he reaches his hand out palm up and lets me take it in his. the dallas stars shone brightly as the two of us looked up for a few seconds in the peacefulness.

“why should we care anymore?” i say. “who gives a fuck about this dumb debate between north and south district? our parents? your mom knows and it’s only a matter of time before mine does.” 

“we shouldn’t.” zach simply agreed. “fuck what everyone else thinks is right. i don’t care what anyone says, a couple miles doesn’t make a person evil or good.”

“keeping it a secret at this point is so stupid.” i say. “because i know my friends will be a little confused, but probably not surprised at this point. the only person who will actually be mad is my mom, and she’s gonna have to get over that.”

“you want to meet my mom?” zach asks randomly.

“zach, i know she probably will try to forget about me, but i’ve met your mom like ten times.” i tell him.

“no. do you want to meet my mom? i want her to know you, y/n, not the you who lives on south side and goes to private school. you are an incredible person and i want her to know you.” zach says. “because i know how much she cares about her little town feud, but i also know how much she cares about me. and how once she knows you, she’ll value us over a stupid town problem.”

“i would love to, zach.” i smile.

#zach herron #jack avery #daniel seavey #jonah marais #corbyn besson #zach #herron #why don't we #why #don't #we #wdw #wdwmusic #fallin' #falling #fallin #dallas #wdw imagine #wdw imagines #why don't we imagine #why don't we imagines #zach herron imagines #zach herron au #one shot #love

[kirishwima]

Sorry I sent you the same ask earlier but I'd rather it be anon! How about RFA + Saeran headcanons with a professional dancer MC? Like dancing that's a bit more "close" like tango. How do they feel about her career and do they ever get jealous? Or do they just see it as her job? How do they feel about her dancing partner? (Assuming her dance partner is just a really cool standup guy who respects his partner's relationship)

so, quick funny story: i signed up for a dance class last semester as an EC, thinking it’d be fun workout dances like zumba...turns out no,  me and my other 3 friends signed up for a classical dance class where each girl had signed up with her boyfriend, so people just assumed we were 2 lesbian couples for the whole semester lmaoanyway that’s just to say-i got u covered with this headcanon lmao

YOOSUNG:

* When MC told him about their profession he was really excited! He immediatly went to youtube to watch some of MC’s competition videos, ready to whole-heartedly support her work

* Even though MC told him she focused more on latin and classical dances, and that she had a dance partner, Yoosung didn’t really put two and two together until he clicked on a video of her performing a waltz with her dance partner

* Seeing her so close to him, his leg nearly slipping between her thighs as he held her close by the waist and whirled her around the stage...Yoosung couldn’t help the jealousy churning in his gut, but more than that, he couldn’t help but compare himself to MC’s dance partner-imagining how different it’d be if he were the one dancing with her, his guilty jealousy mixing with his insecurities into a sticky concoction that made his chest heavy.

* He wouldn’t upright tell MC he was angry or jealous-but MC’s no fool. If she came home to Yoosung giving her the cold shoulder, she’d understand where that’s coming from and sit down with him to talk.

* Honestly, all Yoosung needs to hear is that she and her dance partner are simply good friends and colleagues, and that she’s in love with Yoosung, no one else.

* Having Yoosung meet her dance partner would also help-and whilst Yoosung’s jealousy may never fully go away, it’ll mellow out, and he’ll simply be glad to see MC enjoying her work, and you can be dang sure he’ll be there for her 100%, supporting her in each competition and recital.

ZEN:

* Whilst he’s a very, VERY jealous guy, he’s also a professional, so he’s actually quite calm when MC explains her profession and how she has a dance partner.

* Zen would insist on meeting this guy, wanting to be certain he has no ulterior motives dancing with MC-he’d never be rude to the guy, but he’d be a little stiff at first.

* Once he understands that he’s a standup guy that simply views MC as a friend and colleague, Zen will be more than satisfied. After all it’d be ironic for him to make a fuss when MC never fusses over him having romantic scenes with other actors, now wouldn’t it?

* He’s very supportive, and actually helps MC practice some dance moves whilst at home!

* He doesn’t really know much about classical dances, but he’s had some lessons before so he knows the basics at least, and if it comes to alternative dances or latin ones, he’s definitely good at them

* Besides...he’ll never pass up on an opprotunity to hold MC close to him, sliding his hands onto her hips as they sway together along to the music *wink wonk* 

* Just a supportive boyfriend really, plus, he’d totally gush about his fantastic dancer girlfriend on his social media lol~

JAEHEE:

* She’s honestly probably the only one to not be jealous...at all

* She finds MC’s profession wonderful, and is super supportive-as much as she is with Zen’s carreer!! Will never miss a competition or show if she can help it, and will even help MC practice at home as much as she can-even though when MC gets super close to her to practice some moves she’ll get really flustered about it lol

* The only thing that might bother her is that MC seems so graceful thanks to her years of dance training, that Jaehee wonders if MC feels that she’s too ungraceful. When she brings that up to MC though and MC furiously denies it, saying she loves Jaehee as she is and that she’s wonderful, then even that worry completely disissipates, and all that’s left is genuine excitement and support.

* She does want to meet MC’s dance partner eventually, if only to also congratulate him on their successful career; and if she finds out he’s a nice and kind guy she’ll be happy he’s MC’s friends (and hopefully hers too!)

* Honestly though...just imagine a lazy afternoon with Jaehee, the sun’s lower in the sky but still peeking through the curtains, illumianting dust particles in the air, Jaehee’s brewing coffee as MC chooses a dance track to play on her phone connected to a speaker, and as the music starts she sneakily comes up behind Jaehee, wrapping her hands around Jaehee’s waist, swaying them both to the beat. Jaehee laughs, her cheeks red as she turns around to kiss the corner of MC’s lips, when MC finds the opprotunity to take Jaehee by the waist and swirl her around, dancing with her in the living room, only instead of proper dance steps they just sway each other around, giggling every time they step over one another.

* im sORRY im a useless bisexual that dreams of having a girlfriend to do this with ok, let me live T-T

JUMIN:

* He’s actually a very posessive guy, and has been fully trained in classical dances, so when MC tells him about her profession and her dance partner, he sits there with his arms crossed over his chest, a frown on his lips.

* “And this dance partner of yours...how did you meet him? How long do you know each other? Is he in a romantic relationship? Has he ever expressed interest in you that goes beyond friendship?”

* It’ll take a while for MC to calm him down and will require yet another discussion about boundaries and posessiveness-while it can be cute to be jealous sometimes, obsessing over the other person isn’t, and Jumin never wants MC to feel that he’s pressuring her or being over-protective; so he’ll apologize, but ask to meet this dance partner, if only to ease his worries.

* Turns out the guy is not only a really respectful dude, but he also has no romantic interest in MC, and clearly says so to Jumin-mainly bc the poor guy’s terrified of the cold stare Jumin pins him with lmao

* Other than that, Jumin is fully supportive, and will never miss a show MC puts up for anything in the world-though sometimes he’ll bring Elizabeth the 3d with him so she too can experience the grace of dance lol

* He’ll oftentimes ask MC to dance with him, be it in buisness parties or simply during lazy mornings at home, happy for any excuse that lets him hold MC this close to him. 

* He’s actually an amazing dance partner, and MC will ask him to help her practice new steps from time to time when he’s at home

SEVEN/SAEYOUNG/LUCIEL:

* Of course he already knew about her profession since he did a background check and all, and he knew about her dance partner too-he even did a background check on him, back when he was trying to figure out who the hacker is, in case he might be the guy they’re looking for.

* He finds MC to be so, so graceful, and seiing her dance up close is a blessing; he really thinks she looks weightless in those moments, even more beautiful than usual as she seems to genially enjoy her time dancing

* He’s not of much help, but he loves grabbing MC and twirling her around when music plays, and even with no music playing, he’ll hum a tune himself, relishing in MC’s giggles as he holds her close to him

* They’re that adorable silly couple that dances around in their pyjamas whilst making breakfast, ending the little dance session with a kiss and the sound of laughter echoing across the house. 

* He can’t always make it to MC’s shows due to his job, but he’ll hack into the cameras of the theatre later on to make a DVD out of her preformance to watch at home later on-sometimes MC will join him in watching so she can take note of things she’d like to change or improve.

* When it comes to jelaousy, it’s true that Saeyoung does feel a pang of it when he sees the chemistry she and her dance partner have when they dance; but it’s not hard to notice when Saeyoung feels this way, and a kiss to his cheek followed by an ‘I love you’ can melt the negative feeling straight off of his body.

V/JIHYUN:

* He too finds MC being a dancer amazing, and is absoloutely supportive-he honestly not once even felt a tange of jealousy at her closeness to her dance partner, he was simply and whole-heartedly supportive and excited for her carreer. 

* He’d shyly ask if he could observe some of her practices to draw some sketches-it’s the best chance to study things like the line of action, and how a motion sketch can then be transferred into a full proper painting.

* Even though he’s pretty much given up on photography and switched to painting instead, he’d love to sneak some photographs of MC when she’s practicing her steps around the house; if MC notices him and asks him to join her in dancing he’ll turn bright red, insisting he can’t possibly match her, a professional dancer, when it came to dancing

* And yet he’d be yet again underestimating himself; he’s had dance lessons ever since he was a kid up until his late teens, so sure, he’s not a professional or anything, but he’s no novice either, and with some effort he can absoloutely keep up with MC

* This leads to frequent impromptu dance sessions around the house-Jihyun hates silence so there’s always music playing across the house, and MC will never waste an opprotunity to take a hold of Jihyun’s hands, prodding him to move forward and dance with her; she’ll have to guide his hands to her hips as he’d be too shy to do it himself at first, but once she gets him into it he’ll let himself relax, holding her close as they move to the beat, smiling as he leans his head to the crook of her neck.

* Just picture this: It’s early morning, Jihyun’s wearing his hair in a low ponytail as he’s setting down cups of coffee on the kitchen table, when a song MC loves comes up on the radio. He turns to her with a sheepish smile, knowing exactly what she’ll do-still in their pyjamas, MC runs around the table to Jihyun with an excited grin, grabbing his wrists as he lets her take the lead, letting her pace their first steps before he gets the hang of it and starts leading the dance instead; his movements are smooth and effortless, and he even dips MC down at the end, his hand on the small of her back, his one leg between her thighs as he supports her weight with one hand. He’ll smile, big and toothy and so unlike the usual poised Jihyun, giving MC a quick kiss before laughing and getting back up to give her her mug of coffee, taking a long sip from his to hide his blush in the bitter flavor.

* I have Big V Feels I’m Sorry :’)

SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

* He too knew all about MC and her profession from his background check before he brought her to Mint Eye; he didn’t think much of her dance partner at first, but as he started to develop feelings for her this jealousy grew and grew in him.

* While at Mint Eye he’d constantly ask MC questions about her dance partner, if they were close, if she liked him e.t.c.

* But everytime MC told him she likes Ray/Saeran, the jealousy would melt away, replaced by a deep infatuation instead

* After the whole Mint Eye ordeal and during his recovery, he’d love to watch videos of MC’s past competitions, and would never miss the chance to watch her dance up close; he’d never ask himself, but if she invited him to come to any of her practices he’d be more than thrilled, quietly observing her movements with an excited interest.

* It’d take a LOT of courage from him, but he’d eventually come up to MC, his cheeks red as he looked down and away from her. “I um-I’ve never-I never learnt to dance. And seeing you look so graceful I-”

* “Of course I’ll teach you Saeran!” she’d giddily agree before he could continue, and he’d be so shocked but happy-he genially wants to learn!

* She’d teach him some of the basics at first, but then during off season she’d bring him with her to practices so that her dance partner can teach her some things too since the steps are different for men and women in classical dances.

* He’d furiously blush everytime he danced with MC, biting his lip when she’d tell him to move closer to her.

* “Saeran you chest has to be as close to mine as possible-no, closer than this. Closer!” she instructed as she held his hands in hers, her chest flush to his as he slowly backed away embarassed.

* As he got bolder though....

* “Saeran, come closer than this.” 

* Well MC, if you insist...he took a hold of her hands, tugging her forward to him-before she could tumble over he slid a leg between hers, letting her head fall onto his chest, and before she could look up and speak, he’d lean down to kiss her.

* “Is this close enough?” he asks with a smirk and at that moment MC knew. She knew she’s created a Monster

* But she wouldn’t have it any other way ;)

-send me mystic messenger headcanons for character reactions!-

-masterpost-

#i had a lot of fun writing this lol #the dance classes werent that bad although they werent what i signed up for #plus i got to dance w one girl i have a high key crush on so that was nice ;-; #asks #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme prompts #mystic messenger prompts #yoosung kim #jumin han #mysme zen #jaehee kang #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #mysme v #707 #saeran choi #ray #mysme unknown #mysme ray #Anonymous

[tobimikesan]

The Second Uniforms - Haikyuu!! Light Novel Vol. 10

As requested by anon. Sorry it’s taking so long! It’s a cute little chapter between Kiyoko-san and Yacchan. Translation under the cut.

The first day of Spring High, the night after Karasuno High School Volleyball Club won their highly-anticipated first match. Once they’re done with the team meeting for the match against Hyogo representative Inarizaki High School tomorrow, the members walk out to their respective rooms in the ryokan. Among them, their advisor and coach Takeda Ittetsu calls out to the manager Shimizu Kiyoko.

“I just got a message from the committee the regarding the uniform for the match against Inarizaki tomorrow....”

Shimizu turns around and calmly replies, “Is it the second uniform?”

Takeda is caught off guard by how good her guess is. “Yes, exactly,” he answers while pushing his glasses up.

“I’ll get them ready for the match,” Shimizu bows and exits the room. Walking down the corridor, she lets out a chuckle. She’s reminded of a certain happening after school the other day.

---

“Second... uniform?”, asks the first year manager Yachi in the club room one day before practice.

“Yep,” Shimizu searches inside the locker and takes out two paper bags from the cleaners. “There’s another one beside what we usually wear,” she adds while taking out a piece from the paper bag. Seems like they have been left inside the paper bags all this while, the plastic cover from the cleaners are still on. “Here, this one,” she passes it over to Yachi.

“Ah, right,” Yachi opens up the plastic cover and takes a look at the content.

“Orange... uniform? Which school’s...” Just as she says that, she notices the word ‘Karasuno’ written on the chest.

“Wait, it’s ours!?”

Shimizu laughs looking at Yachi’s popped out eyes, “Yep.”

Karasuno’s uniform is black with orange accent on the collar and side area, but this one is the complete opposite -- orange with black accent.

“I didn’t know we have this inverted version. It’s like Nishinoya-san’s uniform. Somehow having so many of them seems blinding to my eyes....”

“It’s my first time seeing this, but did we use to wear it a lot?” Yachi continues while bringing the uniform up towards the lights.

Shimizu lightly hums while jogging her memories. “Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it used in an actual match. Hmm, I wonder....”

“So it’s that uncommon,” Yachi nods. But suddenly, “Ah, but,” and Shimizu looks at her.

“Um, why do we need two different types? Even if we have two matches in one day, to purposefully get one in different colors...”

“That’s because it will be confusing if the opponent team has the same colors.”

Shimizu proceeds to explain, “Remember Aoba Jousai and Datekou? Their uniform colors are similar right?”

Aoba Jousai, the team led by the prefecture’s number one setter Oikawa Tooru, and Datekou, the team boasting the iron wall block, come to Yachi’s mind.

“Ah, right. Both of them have white uniforms with green accent.”

“Yep. That’s why when they are having a match against each other, one of them will be wearing its second uniforms. You can pay attention to it next time.”

“Yes!” Yachi neatly notes down ‘Second Uniform’ on her notebook that appears out of nowhere. Since joining the club, Yachi has been taking detailed notes daily and memorizing things like volleyball rules and the managers’ duties. Looking at her serious junior, Shimizu feels at ease knowing that she can rely on her. But right at this point, that same junior mutters as she jots down, “Seijou vs Datekou match... looked confused...” while trembling.

Shimizu smiles lightly at that, but quickly turns into a serious expression. “There’s also another important reason,” she adds quietly.

“Uh, ah, right! Wh- what would that be?”

Still holding her pen and notebook, Yachi quickly straightens up. Shimizu moves closer and continues in hushed voice.

“You know that Spring High matches are aired on TV, right?”

“Ah, yes. If I’m not mistaken, there will be TV personality too, right?”

Shimizu nods, “Yep. So at that time, if both team have similar color schemes...”

“Color schemes?”

Yachi’s mom works at a design company, so hearing about colors she reflexively leans forward. Shimizu then whispers into her ear, “... it won’t be TV-worthy.”

Hearing those unexpected words, Yachi was at a loss for words.

Uh, TV-worthy is... What is TV-worthy again? Something like Insta-worthy? Eh, but... Ehh?

Seeing the flabbergasted Yachi, Shimizu lets out a chuckle. “Just kidding, it’s just a rumor.”

“Rumor....” Yachi lets out a sigh and feels her strength has left her.

Still feeling drained, Yachi thinks that it’s true TV might do something like that. After all, the set on TV shows are always so bright, it looks like Christmas light-up everyday. The wardrobe too, always stylish and pretty.... A match between black and black, surely it would be a bit too gloomy. And if it’s too gloomy, it can’t be good for the ratings... Yep, the bright colors, like this second uniform bright, would be better for TV ratings. Yep. But, surely the opponent team would’ve thought as much. That means we have to pick the TV-worthy color first....

“That means... the color that will win against any color scheme. We need to research on the strongest color....”

Seeing the serious look on Yachi’s face, Shimizu went, “Hm?”

“Ah... no, I mean, so- sorry! I was just thinking about the TV ratings...”

“TV ratings?”

Tilting her head, Shimizu puts the uniform back into the paper bag. “Well, anyway, I couldn’t recall when was the last time we took these second uniforms to the cleaners, so what about we take them there once more before Spring High?”

“Ah, yes! Th- that’s true! ... Ah, that’s not it! I’m sorry for troubling you. I’ll do it!” Yachi comes to her senses and takes the uniforms from Shimizu’s hand.

Looking at the uniforms, Shimizu mutters, “Come to think of it, I heard that you shouldn’t leave clothes on the plastic covers.”

“Eh, is that so?”

Having stored the uniforms back, the two take the occasion to tidy up the club room a bit while having a chitchat.

“It’s something about the lack of ventilation causing the germs to grow more easily instead.”

“Eh.... I always put my clothes on the drawers with the plastic cover on. I’m such an uncivilized person!”

“No, me too. Despite knowing about it, I left the uniforms on the plastic cover.”

Hearing that, Yachi brings her hands to her head, “Again.... I didn’t think before I speak and said something rude.... I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me.”

“No, Hitoka-chan, look, don’t go hiding inside the locker please.”

Leaving the tasks at the gymnasium to Yachi, Shimizu brings the second uniforms down to Uchizawa Cleaning. She too will be retiring once Spring High ends, so she wants to give Yachi the chance to get used to the manager’s duties while she can.

Leaving the school, she walks down the slope and reaches the shopping district soon after.

Ever since the spring of her 3rd year, the look of Karasuno shopping district that she always frequents seems to have changed. Of course, it’s not that the shopping district itself that has changed, it’s her feelings about it.

Spring - Ukai Keishin who leads the Karasuno Shopping District Team took up the coach position on the volleyball club, and what used to be a plain old shopping district has turned into a shopping district filled with familiar faces of the alums. Be it the appliances store or the supermarket, they’re all the businesses of the alums who always come cheering for Karasuno in matches and bring them foods.

Nowadays when she sees someone from the alums team on the shopping district she’ll bow slightly to greet them. When she visits their shops they’ll give her some discount. The little things that weren’t there before brightens her time there now. Somehow it gives the feeling of home town.

Then there’s also the shop she’s entering now, Uchizawa Cleaning, that also belongs to one of the volleyball club alums.

“Welcome!”

The one manning the counter is the alum Uchizawa Hidenori himself. Not only does he cheer for Karasuno at matches, he also drove them all the way to Tokyo for their summer training camp. They really owe this senior of Coach Ukai a lot.

Shimizu lowers her head and passes the paper bag, “If you please.”

Taking out what’s inside, Uchizawa recognizes the second uniform straight away.

“Ah, I know this.”

“If you please,” she lowers her head once more. Uchizawa looks fondly at the orange clothes in his hand.

“You guys are actually going to Nationals, huh?”

Not knowing how to answer, Shimizu simply nods. Uchizawa adds, “Ah, I mean, see, in the prefectural matches there isn’t really any school wearing the same colors right?”

“Ah....” That’s true, Shimizu notices. They’ve never worn them this past year. Within the prefecture, there’s no need to.

“Other than practice matches, there isn’t really any chance to wear them. So you can say these uniforms are something that you can only wear if you keep winning through official matches.” Uchizawa explains while looking at the radiant uniform under the light.

Looking at his figure, something comes to Shimizu’s mind. Did Uchizawa-san and Coach Ukai have the chance to wear these uniforms in a match? There were probably a lot of chances to wear them when we were called a powerhouse - when The Little Giant was there... Come Spring High in January, will our own team have the chance to wear them...

While thinking about the Tokyo Gymnasium that she has yet to see, she can only stare at the uniform that connects the smile of the Karasuno alum before her and the feelings of so many other people together.

“Right,” Uchizawa’s mind seems to switches back to his job. “While we’re at it, should I use delicate wash? No extra charge.”

“Ah, no, please put it on heavy duty. Inside the plastic cover the germs have...”

“Hm?”

“Ah, no, it’s nothing.”

Seeing Shimizu turning red and looking down at the floor, Uchizawa can only tilt his head in wonder.

---

Walking back to the girls’ room at the ryokan, Shimizu takes out the neatly folded second uniforms from the heap of luggage there. This time she took them out of the plastic covers as soon as she got them back from the cleaners.

Noticing the orange color in the room, Yachi comes.

“Um, could it be that tomorrow...”

“Yep, we’ll be wearing this one.”

Hearing that, her shoulders jolt. “At... at last, the time to be TV-worthy...”

“That’s right.”

The two managers look at each other and laugh.

The second uniforms - the proof that they have won through the prefectural qualifier. To Hinata and the other first years, this will be their first time wearing them. Looking forward to everyone’s reaction wearing them tomorrow, the managers continue their preparation.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu light novel #hq light novel #translation #shimizu kiyoko #yachi hitoka #hello tumblr i want the line breaks back please #and no i dont want to add them on html

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can i request kissing hcs for the v3 cast? like anything related to kissing lol

Hello, friends! I’m back! This was a really simple Request to return with, so I hope you enjoy! I’ll make a really quick post about my Hiatus shortly.

Kissing Headcanons with the V3 Cast!

Kaede Akamatsu

Kaede is a pretty average kisser. She usually takes charge, butshe doesn’t mind giving you the power sometimes. All she wants is to enjoy yourpresence, regardless of who is in control.

And she melts away whenever you kiss her, completely submissive toyour touch. However, she is usually the one to press forward and heat thingsup. She likes being the one to take control in intimate situations, but willnot hesitate to switch the power to you.

She’s a big fan of slow, sweet kisses. Even if she’s rushed fortime, she never forgets to give you a kiss as the two of you are parting ways.It’s the way she says hello and goodbye, and she will never miss an opportunityto kiss you when one presents itself.

In between kisses, Kaede will smile and look at you with half-liddedeyes. She always looks so radiant and genuinely happy whenever you show heraffectionate. She’s also a giggler, and her breath will hitch into bubblylaughter in between the smooches. 

Kaede still blushes when your lips touch, though, no matter howlong you’ve been dating or how many kisses she has given you; she always saysthat it’s just the effect that you have on her.

Her lips taste very sweet, like candy and cherries. They’re alsovery warm and welcoming, almost addicting. They taste so sweet that in the heatof the moment, you don’t want to break the kiss or pull away and you can’t seemto get enough of her.

Kaede will often bury her face in the crook of your neck and leavekisses all over your skin, letting her eyes flutter close as her hands entwinein your hair. She is quite the needy kisser, always giving you plenty ofattention. She can get rather desperate, leaving gentle nips on your lower lipas she hums against your mouth in a sing-song tone.

Kaede also likes kissing down your body without leaving a singleinch of skin unscathed. She’s such a big romantic that all she wants to do isgive you her affection; and any way she can do that, she will.

She loves each and every one! Kaede cherishes the kisses you giveher, they always fill her stomach with butterflies.

And she’s the type of person to flat out ask you for a kiss. Shecan be a bit needy, often puffing out her cheeks as she leans forward. Itreally depends on her mood. There are some days where she needs more attentionthan others, but it’s never really a bother.

Her fingers will play with your hair as she works against yourmouth or skin. Kaede is one to praise you as she loves all over you, mumblingsweet nothings.

“You smell so sweet, and you lips feel so nice. I love everythingabout you, (Y/N).”

Saihara Shuichi

One of your favorite things about Saihara is how soft his lipsare, and how they perfectly fit onto yours. It’s almost as if they wereperfectly molded to fit with your mouth, and that definitely isn’t a complaint.

The first time you two kissed, the sheer softness of his lips tookyou by surprise. He also has the tendency to taste like mint and coffee. Evenif those aren’t tastes you particularly enjoy, it becomes an acquired taste andyou learn to get used to it.

Saihara is an incredibly shy kisser as well, and he doesn’t alwaysknow where his hands should go or what he should do, but he isn’t a bad kisser.He just doesn’t have a lot of experience.

He’s also a gentleman who will ask before he kisses you, even ifit’s minor. He mainly does this in public; even if it’s just a quick peck onthe cheek or the lips. He likes to lean in close, a faint blush on his face,before asking, “May I?” in a hushed voice.

But when you’re at home, Saihara is less hesitant and will bring youinto his arms and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. He doesn’t typically askwhen you’re in private, and instead takes the chance whenever he gets it.Sometimes, he can’t help himself.

When he gets really flustered, he’ll hide his face behind his hat.There has been more than one awkward run in between you two where the bill ofhis hat accidentally bumped your forehead as you two were leaning in for akiss. Every time this happens, Saihara panics and frantically apologizes beforecradling you in his arms. While you’ve learned to laugh it off, he’s stilltraumatized each time.

“O-Oh, God! I’m so sorry, (Y/N)! Please, it was an accident!”He’ll stutter as you giggle in response, pulling you into his chest as hetosses his hat off and leaves kisses on your forehead as an apology.

Saihara also likes planting kisses along your shoulders, jaw, andneck while you’re cuddling. It isn’t anything sexual, but comforting instead.

He finds it relaxing when you come up behind him and massage hisshoulders as you kiss along the nape of his neck, especially after dealing witha particularly difficult case. When he’s stressed out, your touch and your lipsare always his go-to remedy.

Saihara opts for quick kisses, but when he’s tired or needy, he’llpull you into a long, passionate embrace. This isn’t as frequent, so he usuallygoes with a quick peck instead.

But each time he kisses you, regardless of if it was on the lipsor other parts of your body, his eyes will sparkle and he will lovingly smileback at you when he’s done. 

He also blushes a lot, which is fascinatingly cute.

Maki Harukawa

It took Maki a long time before she was even comfortable enough tokiss you. Little did you know, she had zero kissing experience before you, sothis is a first for her. And as much as she’ll deny it, she was secretly verynervous and scared to kiss you the first time.

Not a surprise, but Maki is also very Tsundere about kissing andisn’t afraid to show it.

You often find yourself asking her for permission before you kissher, fearing that she’ll reject you if you aren’t careful. And every time youdo, she becomes a blushing and stuttering mess.

She’ll twirl her hair in her hands and puff out her cheeks,avoiding eye contact as she denies how red her face is becoming. “U-Uh… sure… Iguess,” she’ll mumble before closing her eyes and waiting for you to move infor the kill.

Maki isn’t normally the one to make the moves. Instead, she letsyou initiate the kisses and will wait patiently for you to close the gap. Shetends to stand still and wait for you rather than chase after it herself.

It takes her some time before she’s comfortable enough to engagein the affection herself. She still comes across as nervous most of the time,but you’re more frequently seeing her tug on your sleeve or non-verballycommunicate that she wants attention in other ways.

She won’t outright tell you when she wants a kiss, you’ve had tolearn how to guess. She’s far too embarrassed to admit when she wants to beloved. You’ve gotten good at reading her signals, though.

Maki is very stiff at first, but she quickly loosens up. If youcatch her in a good mood, she’ll be a downright predator hunting its prey,feverishly attacking your lips as if it’s the only thing she knows how to do.

Each time this happens, though, she blushes and feels embarrassedafterwards. She just… doesn’t know what comes over her.

Maki really likes it when you bite her lower lip, gasping at thefeeling. The first time you did this, her knees nearly gave out and you had tosupport her weight by yourself.

She is a very gentle and wary kisser, though. She does enjoy thekissing, as much as she hates to admit it, but she is still nervous and carefulafter all this time.

When she’s tired and had a long day, though, the only thing shewants to come home to is your arms. She’ll curl up and let you leave kisses allover her skin, a tiny smile appearing on her lips.

In typical Maki fashion, though, she’ll threaten to kill you ifyou ever tell the others about her soft side.

Ouma Kokichi

Ouma is quite enthusiastic, but he won’t hesitate to tease you,either. Even from the start of your relationship, he was always such a tease,especially when it comes to kissing.

His kisses are full of tongue, accompanied by Ouma wrapping hisfingers in your hair or roaming around your body as he smashes his lips againstyours. 

Without a doubt, his kisses are passionate. They’re fast, like aspitfire, and can sometimes be overwhelming. He goes for the more fieryapproach to kissing rather than a gentle, sentimental one.

He doesn’t really care who sees, not at all fazed by PDA. Oumawill kiss you in public and brag about it later, smirking whenever the two ofyou get bad looks from strangers; you aren’t as keen about this as he is,though.

He loves it when you kiss his neck and his ear lobes, and he isn’tafraid to let you know this. If things escalate and get heated, he’ll encourageyou to leave love-bites on his neck and insists that he can just hide it withhis scarf.

However, Ouma will wear the marks with pride. He’s not afraid tolet people see them, either. Overall, his love is open with not only you buteveryone around you as well.

When things get intimate, his kisses become extremely sloppy andhis hands will desperately roam your body, clinging onto every curve andcrevice he can find.

He’s also the type to growl and make other sounds against yourmouth when you kiss him, especially when he’s the one in charge.

Ouma loves tongue kissing, but will deny you entrance and prolongit before finally letting you access his mouth. 

He really doesn’t like givingup the dominance or shifting power, preferring to be the one in control.

He’s also a big fan of making out and will pout like a child ifyou pull away too early. On the flip-side, he will purposefully pull away justto get you riled up, loving to see you squirm around him.

If you tug on his hair while you’re kissing, it’s a sure-fire wayto get him in the mood. He’ll make snarky comments as well, enjoying everymoment he has with your lips against his own.

“Oh, (Y/N), you like this? When I kiss you like this? I’m sure youdo!~”

Himiko Yumeno

Sleepy kisses are this girl’s specialty. They’re also her favoritetype of kiss, but that’s a bit obvious. 

When Himiko first wakes up in the morning, she loves rolling overto find your peaceful face beside hers. Then, she’ll nuzzle her face besideyours and give you half-asleep, dazed kisses over and over.

She will loosely wrap her arms around your neck and press her bodyagainst yours as she leaves tiny kisses on your lips, drawing in only smallbreaths in between.

“Nyeh… ‘morning, (Y/N)… I love you… did you sleepokay?” She’ll speak with both smooches and yawns to punctuate her sentences.

But when she’s fully awake, that’s a different story.

Her mind goes into overdrive when she’s aware of her surroundings,and she will nervously kiss you with less confidence than before. Himiko alsoblushes intensely whenever you kiss her first; her cheeks will become as red asher hair.

She gets flustered whenever you kiss her by surprise. She won’tfight against you, but she’ll be a fumbling mess when you pull away.

Himiko usually gives you lazy kisses, without a lot of passion inthem. Sometimes, she outright tells you that she’s too tired to kiss you rightnow and to ‘come back later.’

Most of her kisses are somewhat sloppy and unplanned, andsometimes she’ll completely miss your mouth altogether.

Himiko is good at covering her tracks, though. When she does this,she’ll insist that she meant to miss your mouth, and that she really was aimingfor your chin after all!

By far, your favorite type of kiss with her is when she wraps herarms around your waist and comes up from behind. Himiko will leave small kissesall over your back, shoulders, and arms, with her hands tracing small circlesin your skin as she does so. She usually does this when she’s really tired andhalf-asleep, nuzzling her face against your skin before she closes her eyes anddrifts away.

Due to her small stature, it’s easy for you to kiss her forehead,and she really loves it when you do. But she’ll complain about how short sheis, wishing she was taller so she doesn’t have to stand on her toes to kiss youevery time.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro loves to softly kiss you most of the time. He likes to goslow and steady, enjoying the moment and taking in how sweet you taste. He’ssurprisingly very good at pinpointing the flavor on your lips at any givenmoment.

He will also mumble against your mouth, sweet nothings that makeyour heart race and your body melt. “God, you taste wonderful. I love youso much, I love the way you kiss me.”

He likes planting soft kisses on your lips when you least expectit, just to give you a smug half-grin in return. He finds the surprisedexpression you make afterward to be incredibly endearing.

Every time Rantaro kisses you, he’s handling you with such care,as if you were made out of the finest China, easily breakable if he isn’tcareful. 

He would gently run his hands along your body – up and down yourarms, gently squeezing your limbs sometimes, or down your back in smoothcircles. He just loves the feeling of your body in his hands and can mold you,mapping out exactly where you like to be touched.

If he’s in a mood, Rantaro has the tendency to squeeze your asswhilst he kisses you as well.

His hands have a mind of their own, drifting down to your waist orup to hold the back of your neck, or clasp the side of your cheekaffectionately as he deepens the kiss.

Rantaro likes closing his eyes when he kisses you, syncing hisbreathing as his heart-rate steadily increases, but he’ll sometimes part hiseyes slightly to see the expression on your face. He also likes smiling intoyour kisses, so you know just how much he’s enjoying it.

But when the two of you are alone, it’s a different story. Thosequick, soft kisses become incredibly erotic and enticing. In the privacy ofyour own home, his kisses are still soft and slow but he uses much more tongueand likes to bite your lower lip teasingly between kisses.

If he can get you to whimper into his mouth, then Rantaro feelssuccessful. Upon hearing your mewls, he’ll let out a breathy chuckle and smirkwithout ever taking his lips off of yours. This boy just knows exactly how toget you weak in the knees.

Tenko Chabashira

She’s quite the nervous kisser, especially at first. She neverfully gets over it, though. Tenko is still a big awkward even after you’ve beendating for a long time, it’s just part of her mannerisms.

She is shy and doesn’t really know what to do with her hands, soshe’ll either awkwardly place them on your sides or your cheeks, or fidget withthem herself. She also likes to twirl and readjust her hair as you kiss her, itgives her something to keep her mind off of her shyness.

But Tenko loves kissing, and she becomes needy very fast. If you pullaway before she’s ready, she’ll pout and hum at the loss of feeling.

The award for the tensest kisser would definitely go to her.

She’s so worried about doing a good job that it can negativelyimpact her abilities. Tenko overthinks it a lot, worried that you won’t likeher kisses.

She also stutters a lot when you kiss her, become engulfed in thefeeling as she blushes and nervously tries to regain her composure. She trulydoes love it, though, despite it all.

You always have to make sure she is comfortable before you kissher, otherwise you run the risk of getting accidentally sucker-punched due toher reflexes. Tenko’s never actually harmed you, but you know how she gets whenshe’s on edge.

As nervous and shy as she is, though, Tenko really likes to beshowered with kisses and affection. 

Granted, she’ll blush intensely and keep her eyes scrunched shutfor most of the experience, but she relaxes into your touch as you trail kissesalong her body.

She would try to do the same thing for you, but quickly gives updue to embarrassment once her lips reach your neck.

Tenko gets lost in the feeling of love and sunlight when you kissher, though. When you move away, she often has a look on her face that tellsyou just how invested she truly was. Her cheeks get flushed and her eyes arehalf-lidded with the faintest smile on her face. She looks as if she iscompletely drifting on cloud-nine.

Once she realizes that you’re staring, though, she panics andreverts back to her typical nervous and paranoid self.

 On the few occasions that she has tried to take charge, Tenko hasgiven you small, wary kisses that make you think she doesn’t know what to dowith you. So, you usually have to regain the lead and guide her as she kissesyou, since she doesn’t know what to do on her own. Needless to say, Tenko isthe more submissive one in your relationship.

Kiibo

Kiibo, well, let’s just say he didn’t even fully realize whatkissing was before you came into his life. 

Sure, he knew what it was and had a general idea that it was a signof affection, but he never understood it. He thought it was strange andunsanitary, chocking it up as one of the odd things that humans do that he’dnever comprehend.

However, once you two started dating, his entire demeanor changed.After feeling what true love was like for the first time, Kiibo wanted toexperience everything your relationship had to offer.

With that said, the first time you two kissed was a bit awkward.It wasn’t long into your relationship before Kiibo caught your attention andshyly averted his eyes, shielding most of his face behind his hair, as helooked to the ground and blushed profusely.

“U-Uh… (Y/N), I really want to… kiss you.” He stuttered nervously,worried that you would shoot him down; but how could you say no to such anadorable offer?

It took Kiibo a long time to finally get the hang of kissing. Buthe’s such an adorable kisser – his eyes would be shut tight and his cheekswould be puffed out as he gives you soft little pecks all over.

Often, his kisses are robotic and stiff, but that’s to beexpected. More than once, he’s asked you to teach him how to properly kiss andyou happily oblige. You have guided him through different techniques and paces,trying to find one that he likes.

But he likes all of them, and that’s the issue. He simply enjoysfeeling you melt into him. Kiibo loves to drown you in all sorts of kisses, notreally preferring one type over another.

However, he is rather fond of forehead kisses. He likes thewholesomeness and the giddy expression on your face when he does so.

Kiibo’s kisses are a tad slow, but full of love and care. He isgentle and his hands will gently brisk over your body, hardly making any realcontact. It almost tickles, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

And he won’t stop blushing the entire time your lips areconnected. When you mewl into him, or groan with pleasure, he canshort-circuit. You try to prevent him from getting too overwhelmed so that thisdoesn’t happen, but when things get intimate, he can’t always help it.

Kiibo’s lips are cold, but satisfying. They always leave youwanting more.

Miu Iruma

Oh, boy.

Let’s be honest, her kisses are everywhere and they are a lot tounpack and take in at once.

When you first started dating, she was extremely nervous to kissyou and would blush and fumble with her words whenever your faces were closetogether. Miu would never admit it, though, denying any and all accusations ofher being nervous.

But she loves kisses of all kinds. From the sweet, fast pecks, tothe nibbles on your lower lip as she begs for entrance, the sloppy tonguekisses and intense make-out sessions, to the long, romantic kisses where youjust hold one another and breathe in each other’s scent.

Miu can also change pace in an instant. She can escalate ordeescalate the way things are going with little to no warning. She’s usuallythe one to initiate the make-out sessions, prodding her tongue against yourlips as she explores your mouth, but she’s also the one to take a step back andreturn to soft, sweet kisses instead.

All in all, she’s the one who gets to pick the pace. Even if youtried, she would get bored and switch things up quickly, anyway.

She breathes very heavily whenever she kisses you and her facewill become flushed. You can often feel the heat radiating from her cheeks asshe pulls you closer.

But Miu will feverishly grab for you, wrapping her hands aroundyour collar as she roughly pulls you into a kiss. That’s exactly what a lot ofher kisses are as well - rough.

She tends to start off strong, pulling you close as she smashesand melts her lips against yours. But the second you try to take charge orgrunt against her lips, she will switch to her more submissive side.

All you have to do for Miu to give in is fight against her fordominance, and she’ll easily let you win. She will let her body weight fallonto you, either causing you to fall down with her on top of you or yousupporting her weight entirely.

Miu also growls and makes breathy sounds against your mouth. Evenwhen kissing, she is rather loud and makes plenty of noises.

She’ll also talk a big game about wanting you to kiss over herbody, challenging you in a fight for dominance, but when you actually obligeand grant her wishes, she will melt and become weak, puddy in your hands.

Kaito Momota

Kaito is the type of person who boasts about how he’s such anamazing kisser, but when it actually gets right down to it…

What do I do with my hands? Are my lips chapped? Am I moving toomuch, or too little? Wait, why am I holding my breath? And does my breath smellbad? Am I too tense? Is this okay? Does (Y/N) like this?

He’s so nervous, and his true colors come out in moments likethese.

But realistically, Kaito isn’t a bad kisser at all. He’s sofixated on pleasing you that he often overthinks it and will blame himself forbeing worse than he really is, but his kisses are sweet.

He’s just a little bit too hard on himself. It comes from a goodplace, though; he just wants to make you happy.

He does thoroughly enjoy when you sit on his lap as he kisses you,or if he can be hovering over top of you. That said, he also likes theintimate, sensual kisses that usually lead to something more. 

While Kaito overthinks normal kisses and can falter during theslightest smooch, his make-out sessions are full of passion and his brainswitches off. During heated moments, he kisses you like a completely differentperson. The strings become unattached and he lets loose, roughly kissing youwith hunger.

He uses tongue, but not too much. Kaito uses just the right amountso that it’s still pleasurable for you. He does like to lick your bottom lip asyou kiss him, and the sounds you emit in return cause him to smile against yourmouth with pride.

It also makes him go weak in the knees whenever you curl into hisbody as he kisses you. He loves bring able to cradle you in his arms as hislips work against yours. He likes to feel like your protector.

His normal kisses are very firm and full of love. Kaito will alsokiss you after using his fingers to lift your chin, before sensually gazinginto your eyes with a smirk. 

Kaito really likes eye-contact when you’re kissing and he insiststhat it only makes things even more personal and close.

And he adores it when you trail kisses along his body,particularly along his shoulders and arms after he finishes working out. It’shis way of unwinding and relaxing, and he would take your lips against his skinover a normal massage any day. He also makes sure to return the favor.

Angie Yonaga

Angie is quite the playful kisser. She’s also garnered a generous amount of experience before dating you, so she knows what she’s doing.

However, she isn’t the type to delve into heated make-out sessions on a whim. You have to get her worked up first before she gets to that point. Otherwise, she isn’t really invested in the kisses and will instead give you quick smooches.

All of her kisses are loving, though. She almost always smiles into your kisses, loving the feeling of your lips against her own. Angie is also the type to giggle into your kisses, pressing her body against yours as she freely wraps her arms around your neck.

She frequently talks about how divine kissing is, and how it brings people together. She’ll clasp her hands together and smile warmly as she talks about the subject, praising how wonderful your kisses are.

That’s something she does often: praise. Even while your mouth is against hers, she will continue to spoil you with words of praise and love. She makes plenty of remarks about how warm your lips feel and how comforting they are, complimenting your skills.

Angie is also a big, big fan of nose kisses and will run up to you without any warning to do so. She’ll close her eyes, smile mischievously, and rub her nose against yours without saying another word. It’s become her way of greeting you.She also likes to take you by surprise and pounce on you when you’re least expecting it. That, or she’ll wrap her arms around you from behind and hum into your skin as she pokes her head beside you, looking up at you with her big blue eyes.

Angie just wants to have fun in your relationship, and her kisses reflect that. She’s giddy and childlike, and will do things such as tracing different patterns on your skin with her lips and kisses. She also likes tracing your lips with her finger, complimenting how divine and beautiful you look.

That’s usually her indirect way of telling you she wants a kiss.

But she does make passing comments about how Atua might be watching, or may disapprove of all the direct affection. Regardless, she doesn’t seem to care and that doesn’t seem to stop her, either. 

Angie isn’t afraid to tell you exactly how she feels. She will pester you for attention, poking at you until you kiss her.

She is also a fan of sneak attack kisses - running up to you, quickly pecking your lips or cheek, and running away before you can react.

Honestly, she’s a bit of a handful, but you love her either way.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

You don’t teach him how to kiss, he teaches you.

By the time you two start dating, Korekiyo has had tons of kissing experience and is a seasoned veteran. You shouldn’t be surprised, but he’s one of the best kissers you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Korekiyo will get a seductive look in his eyes as he pulls his mask down and leans forward, almost always taking the initiative first. And when the mask comes off, you know you’re in for something special.

His kisses can be all over the places. He likes switching things up, so he might peck your lips or skin at one time, and then give you butterfly kisses the next, and then pull you into a romantic, passionate make-out session before abruptly returning back to normal. You just never know with Korekiyo and he certainly keeps you on your toes.

And you should never take him too lightly – if you try taking the dominant role away from him without his consent, he’ll just take it right back and punish you for it later.

He likes being the one in charge, but will loosen up and let you take the reigns from time to time. However, nine times out of then, he’s the one leading your kisses.

Not everything is dramatic and sensual with Korekiyo, though. He enjoys the lazily kisses, and the quick, cute pecks just as much.

He likes it when you wrap your arms around his waist, and he’s more than happy to do the same to you.

Korekiyo will also go weak in the knees if you tug on his hair as you kiss him, or entwine your hands in his long locks and play with it as he cups your face.

He’s pretty vocal, so you’ll be able to tell when he likes something quite easily.

But by far, the most attractive thing you can do to him in this regard is take him by surprise and tug his mask down before smashing your lips into his. His breath will hitch in his throat and his eyes will widen, but he’s quick to regain his composure and will welcome you once he gets his bearings.

Korekiyo secretly likes it when you get needy like that, but he’ll use it for leverage to tease you later. Everything you do is like a game to him and he’s a master at spinning these things into his favor.

He’s the type to pull you into his lap and deepen the kiss. And once you’re finished, he’ll clear his throat, readjust his mask, smooth down his clothes, and act like nothing happened. 

The seductive side-eyes he gives you says something else, though.

Kirumi Toujo

At first, Kirumi is a little bit embarrassed by the whole thing. She doesn’t have an issue with kissing necessarily, but she doesn’t have too much experience and she always thought it was less than professional to kiss others, especially in public.

It took her a while to open up before she got used to kissing you, but you let her take things at her own pace and didn’t rush her as she adjusted to your relationship. After all, Kirumi had never been in a serious relationship before, either.

She likes to tuck your hair behind your ear as she kisses you, and will close her eyes and cup your cheeks with her hands as she presses her lips against yours.

Kirumi’s kisses are soft, gentle, and careful. She takes her time to get used to your body and your reactions, testing the waters and carefully analyzing what you do and don’t like.

She also likes to rest her hands on the back of your neck as she kisses you.

She’ll do the thing, if she is standing upright, where she slowly raises one leg as she kisses you, standing on one foot.

Once she gets more comfortable, Kirumi opens up and starts to love kissing, though she’s hesitant to admit it.

She will give you quick smooches as she passes by you, invested in doing her work but able to turn away briefly to give you a peck on the lips in passing.

She does blush intensely whenever you kiss her by surprise. She’ll sometimes cover her mouth with her palm, her eyes widening as she touches her lips.

It’s a good way for Kirumi to de-stress and relax after a long day of work. Sometimes, she’ll just sit back and let you kiss over her body, letting you do whatever you please to her. She doesn’t really mind, and she’s learned to let loose sometimes.

Kirumi’s favorite type of kisses, though, are hand kisses. She thinks it’s very classy and will curtsy for you shall you ever take her hand like that. She’s always find some grace in this.

But in private, she isn’t afraid to get a little bit wild and sit on your lap as she cups your face and attacks your lips. As she has come out of her shell, you have also seen her become more comfortable with you and all aspects of your relationship.

Kirumi also does the European greeting where she smooches both sides of your cheeks upon greeting.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta doesn’t have any prior kissing experience before you two started dating, so this is a new element for him.

You’re almost always the one to initiate it as well, because he’s still getting used to the concept.

The first time you asked to kiss him, he looked at you with a puzzled expression and scratched his cheek, confused. “Kissing? What’s that?” He tilted his head to the side as you clarified, telling him that he’s seen people do it in movies.

His face brightened up before he asked you to show him how to kiss. “Oh, yeah! Gonta want to learn how to be good kisser!” He exclaimed with a determined look on his face.

And after a while, he becomes quite skilled at kissing.

Due to the height difference, Gonta likes pulling you into his arms as he kisses you. That, or he’ll simply pick you up and twirl you around as he places his lips against your own. He can do this so easily, it makes you feel weightless as he kisses your lips over and over.

Sometimes, he forgets to close his eyes. You think it’s cute, though. And on the flip-side, he does enjoy seeing your expression as he presses his lips to yours; it warms his heart.

Gonta tends to ask for kisses at the worst possible times. Like, when you’re in line at the grocery store or out in an open, public space. He’ll lean forward with a bright, beaming expression and smile as he asks you for a kiss. He’s almost like a dog, so you have to politely turn him down.

But when you get home, you always make sure to shower him in all the love and affection he can handle.

Most of his kisses are long and drawn out. Gonta likes all kinds of kisses, from quick pecks to passionate, long smooches. He doesn’t usually make-out with you, though; only when he’s in a very sensual mood. It’s just not his style; he much prefers the more romantic, meaningful embraces and cherishes every moment with you.

He says his favorite kisses are butterfly kisses, even if he doesn’t fully realize what that means. He mainly likes them since ‘butterfly’ is in the name, but he genuinely does give light butterfly kisses all over when he gets the opportunity.

Whenever you kiss all over his body, Gonta will cheerfully giggle and squirm in response.

Surprisingly, he’s quite ticklish, and you think it’s charming. You could never get tired of the sound of his laughter.

Gonta has become addicted to kissing, ever since you showed him how. He’s very in-tune with your body as well, and has made a note on what you like.

He’s always especially gentle with you, never too rough because he’s afraid if hurting you. It’s almost shocking that someone so big and so strong could leave such soft, light kisses.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi’s favorite kisses are the spontaneous ones, and her kisses are usually very light and fluttery. Her breath tends to hitch when she kisses you, a clear sign that she is nervous.

She loves all kinds of kisses, though. She loves actually kissing you, but she also really likes to leave a trail of kisses all over your skin, as well as nose kisses. Honestly, she takes any form of affection she can get.

Tsumugi is very gentle with you. Her kisses are the typical short and sweet kind. Her lips are full, so her smooches are firm and she isn’t afraid to roughly press them against yours if she wants to.

Like Angie, she’s also the type of person to pounce on you and bombard you with kisses when you least expect it. You think it’s pretty endearing and cute, but it can get aggravating when you’re trying to do work or something.

Thankfully, she has learned when to lay off of the kisses, though.

She isn’t normally the one to initiate things, but you have a good handle on knowing when she wants affection, so she doesn’t really have to ask.

Tsumugi likes taking off her glasses when the two of you kiss because it’s more comfortable for her. She also has an obscure paranoia that her glasses will fog up if things get too heated, and she would rather avoid that possibility as much as she can.

Admittedly, she was a little bit awkward at first since she had very little experience before you two stared dating, but she’s slowly come out of her shell. With that, she’s become more straightforward as well.

And honestly, Tsumugi would get excited over different kinds of kisses she’s seen in anime, manga, and movies, and she’ll desperately want to try them out with you.

Even if they’re unrealistic, you do your best to make sure fantasies come true. Every day, though, she seems to find something new. You’re starting to think it’s just her way of getting more attention out of you.

Her mouth is quite small, so she isn’t too keen on making out. She has to really be in the mood for things to escalate to that point. Tsumugi also doesn’t use a lot of tongue in her kisses.

She does, however, like leaving kisses in sensual places. Mainly your neck, ears, and hips. But overall, she’ll leave kisses just about anywhere she can get her hands, or her lips, on.

Tsumugi has desperately been trying to convince you to wear her different cosplays, so that she can feel like she is kissing and being romantic with some of her favorite characters. While you were a bit hesitant at first, you slowly obliged. The happiness and look on her face was well worth it in the end.

She also doesn’t mind PDA too much, but she draws the line at kissing. Tsumugi will mainly leave that for when you two are at home, where she feels more at ease.

Ryoma Hoshi

After everything Ryoma has been through, it took him quite some time to finally invest in your relationship. It isn’t that he never wanted to kiss you, he just never really knew how to approach the situation.

It was still fairly new to him after losing his previous partner, and he was constantly worried about getting too attached or taking things too fast in case something bad did happen.

However, it got to the point where Ryoma couldn’t hold himself back anymore and smashed his lips against yours passionately, without warning and completely out of the blue. It took you back at first, but you were relieved that he finally came around. After that, you slowly got to see his more hopeless romantic side that you didn’t know what there before.

Still, his kisses are a little bit stiff and sometimes awkward, but you won’t tell him that. You’re afraid it will revert him back into his previous shell.

Ryoma does his best, but due to his height, it’s hard for him to get a good leverage when he kisses you. For that reason, he really enjoys when you’re sitting or laying down and he’s standing; it’s his favorite position to kiss you in.

And despite the stiffness, his kisses are firm and loving. You can tell that he’s trying his best.

Sometimes, though, it feels like he has a wall up. Slowly, that wall has started to come down and he’s been more comfortable with trying new things.

But Ryoma still isn’t one for in-depth make-out sessions, though. So, don’t expect to get a lot of tongue action from him. He’s more reserved and prefers the ‘classics’ like cheek and forehead kisses instead.

And due to his height, he also tends to kiss the top of your hand a lot since it’s easy access for him. Ryoma will usually do this while you’re walking hand-in-hand, though.

Like Tsumugi, he wants to keep kissing for your home. He doesn’t like PDA and feels uncomfortable with kissing you in public, but that isn’t a big deal for you.

He also kicked his smoking habit for several reasons. He knew you were concerned about his health, which is his biggest motivating factor. But Ryoma also didn’t want to drive you away by tasting and smelling like cigarettes each time you kissed him. 

For that, you are thankful.

- Mod Rantaro

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Cross Her (C.H part II)

Summary: With a new album and tour soon to be on the rise, 5SOS’s management has decided to put Calum into a public relationship.

Warnings: none, light fluff

Words: 2.5k

Author’s note: this is a small one, sort of a filler I guess, but the next one will be longer! I hope you enjoy, Grace and Calum are very near and dear to my heart. Any feedback is appreciated!♥♥♥♥

Masterlist

Part I 

Their first public appearance is going to be subtle, according to Francesca. Something simple but noteworthy that will get the fans’ (and the paparazzi) attention. Calum thinks they should just go get coffee, its innocent enough and it won’t be totally overbearing on Grace.

When he picks her up at the hotel, they both take each other in quickly before busting out in laughter. Their outfits are totally matching. They both have on the new merch for the album; he’s in a hoodie while she’s wearing a t-shirt with some jean shorts and her white converse. Calum has on his black ones.

“What are the odds of that?” Grace laughs.

“Great minds think alike,” he nudges her shoulder playfully.

They decide to go to the coffee shop where he and Ashton frequent, that’s where the paps are at least. While they’re waiting in line to order Calum sees her twisting her fingers while she looks up at the menu.

Without even thinking, he takes one of her hands in his, he notices how soft and small they are and gives her a gentle squeeze.

“Okay?”

She looks up at him and she nearly forgets how to breathe. His hair is the perfect amount of messy, his lips look extra plump and his eyes are full of concern. For her. She still can’t believe this is happening. Grace knows he’s asking if she’s okay with what’s going on around them, some girls have taken out their phones and snapped pictures while paps are outside up against the glass.

But she’s also wondering if he’s asking if it’s okay that he took hold of her hand.

“I’m okay,” she breathes holding onto his hand more tightly, her thumb draws a circle on his skin.

“D’you want to sit inside or go out walking at the shops?” he asks her once they have their drinks.

“Um,” she chews on her lip peeking outside. More photographers have arrived but they’ve scattered further from the building trying to get the perfect shot.

If they stay inside it’ll be more headline if it shows they’re trying to be more private. If they go outside she’ll be swarmed by cameras in her face and she doesn’t think she’s quite ready for that yet.

“Stay inside, please.”

“No problem,” he smiles leading them to the back of the shop. He makes sure her back is facing the front windows to give her a little breather and to feel more relaxed. “How’re you doing?”

“Good, good,” she nods, “I’m just suddenly very self-conscious of every little thing that I do.”

“Don’t be,” he reaches for her hand again which she gladly takes. It’s his turn to rub circles on her skin. “It’s just us having coffee and talking.”

“Right.”

After a few moments, Calum takes his phone from his hoodie pocket and angles it to their hands on the table. He snaps a photo then turns it to show her. She stares at the photo fondly, loving how delicate and small her hand looks in his.

“I like that,” she smiles giving his hand a squeeze.

“Is it okay if I post it to Instagram? I can make it my story so it’ll disappear in 24 hours,” he suggests. “I won’t tag you in it either if you’re not ready.”

“Yeah post it, and you can tag me. Might as well get used to people commenting on it now, right?”

He nods and shifts to Instagram where he goes to his story, he adds the photo and the black heart emoji followed by her handle. He does all this while still holding her hand.

“Done,” he says pocketing his phone once more.

She feels her phone vibrate and makes a mental note to screenshot that photo later. Like the photo, she’ll disappear from his life, but unlike the photo it won’t be in 24 hours but still. Grace pushes those thoughts from her mind and focuses on the right now, right here with Calum. Right now their hands are still locked and he’s looking at her like she’s all he sees.

Grace takes it as him playing his part so she wants to do the same. She’s used to being the one that has more feelings than the other person anyway, so it’s not that hard for her to play along.

 »»»

 When they finally leave the coffee shop it’s about 4 in the afternoon and only a few stragglers of the paps are around. Still hand in hand, the ‘couple’ walk down the sidewalk to Calum’s car. He’s promising her Chinese takeout and any Netflix show or movie she wants to watch back at his place. He comments that the size of her hand in his is another 5 points of adorableness on their point system and she laughs, which a photographer caught.

“I’m at 100 points and you have how many?” she asks while she slides in the passenger seat. She already misses the warmth of his hand in hers.

“Still at 70,” he sighs closing his door and starting the car.

“You get another ten for Chinese takeout.”

“How is that adorable?” he laughs.

“Because I say so,” she sticks her tongue out at him.

He laughs at her impertinence but inside he’s thinking of what it’d feel like to kiss her.

 »»»

 It’s only a few hours before their new single is about to be released and management has rented a yacht for them to all party on before it happens. The music is blaring, drinks are flowing and fire is flaming as the chefs create hibachi—Calum put in a special request for Grace. Crystal, Sierra and KayKay are all aboard as well and have welcomed Grace with open arms.

She’s still on the shy side being surrounded by all these people, her bottle of Mike’s is held in a death grip between her fingers. She’s wearing a pretty baby blue dress with spaghetti straps and a cold shoulder cut. Her hair is sea blown but she doesn’t care, she loves the ocean and breathes in the salty sea air with her eyes closed. A warm body sidles up next to her, with one whiff she already knows its Calum.

“Hey, are you doing okay?” he asks lowly.

The warm skin of his arm touches hers and she gets a chill from the contact. Calum notices and begins to pull away.

“Are you cold? I can get you my jacket, it’s downstairs.”

“No, I’m okay,” she promises stepping closer to him. “But thank you.”

“I bet you’ve been wanting to jump in the water all day,” he grins taking his spot next to her again. A small spark ignites between them.

“You have no idea,” she shakes her head and takes a big swig of her drink.

“How about we go to the beach tomorrow?”

“Really? But wait, don’t you have to do promo for the song tomorrow?”

“Only in the morning,” he shrugs. He leans his right arm on the railing of the yacht, angling his body towards hers. He’s tempted to place his left hand on the skin of her back that’s exposed, curl her hair away so he can admire the smoothness of her flesh. He averts his eyes to hers, “we’ll be done by two.”

Grace purses her lips, a thing she does when she’s thinking about something and also a thing that Calum has taken notice to. Just like when she’s nervous she’ll twist her fingers. In a short span of only a few days he already knows what her small quirks are and what they mean.

“Two sounds good, I’ll pack some snacks,” she smiles then nudges him in the chest, “I’ll make sure to have avocadoes.”

“You’re too kind, and that’s another twenty points by the way.” He’s leaning in closer to her.

It’s as if they’re in their own little bubble. The chaos of the party around them is long forgotten, but that always seems to happen when he’s with Grace. The outside world tends to fade away.

“Twenty?! How do avocadoes give me twenty points?” she exclaims eyes wide in shock.

“You remembered I like avocadoes,” he shrugs, “avocadoes are very important to me.”

She laughs and shakes her head switching the bottle to her other hand. Her small hand rests on top of his large one, her fingertips barely grazing the initials of his father.

“Then you get twenty points because you remembered I love the water. So now you’re at a hundred points there, buttercup.”

“Buttercup?” he chortles.

Being this close to him she can feel the rumble in his chest, it shakes his hand under hers so now they’re practically holding hands.

“That’s—“

“If you add more points—“

“Five points, sweetheart,” he finishes and notices her blush.

“Then you get five more because of what you called me.”

“Have we decided on what the final number to win is?”

“I don’t think so,” she giggles.

“You’re going to win anyway.”

“I dunno, you’re only twenty points behind,” she smirks leaning into him more, “I’m sure you’ll pass me up.”

“I highly doubt that, sweetheart.”

She peers up at him, a smirk playing on her lips. They’re so close Calum could just bend his neck a little and—

“Can we take a selfie?” she asks pulling him from his thoughts.

“Uh, um yeah,” he clears his throat as she pulls out her phone from her pocket. A fact that she gushed at him when he picked her up for the occasion putting her hands in both pockets and doing a little spin. It was horribly adorable.

He shifts his weight on his feet and stands behind her, his arms encircle around her. She holds up her phone with the rear facing camera and he sees it’s snapchat already set to her favorite filter. He’s so tall that he has to bend down. His cheek rests against hers. He can smell her floral lotion, it’s called Beautiful something or other and he gets a little dizzy.

Grace can feel his breath on her cheek and ear, it creates goosebumps on the back of her neck. She angles her phone a bit more for the perfect angle then takes the photo. She’s doing a slight purse of her lips with a cute smile and he’s got his soft grin showing.

She saves the photo and shows it to him.

“I’m going to screenshot that later,” the tenor of his voice vibrates on her skin.

Grace wants to close her eyes and revel in the smoothness of his voice, he could talk to her for hours about who knows what and she’d be perfectly content.

“Or I could just send it to you,” she laughs. She tries to keep herself busy by opening up Instagram so she can post the photo. She tries to distract herself from how close his lips are to hers, or the way his arms are trapping her against him in a safe space.

“Yeah I guess that could work, too,” he hums and Grace feels her legs go weak. He watches her type away quickly for the picture. “’Yachts of fun waiting for Falling All into You xx.’ I like that, that’s clever. Put the yacht emoji and the wave one and the music one.”

“Ten more points for your emoji knowledge,” she giggles inputting the ones he suggested. She tagged him then posted it.

“Hey, guys! The single’s about to drop in two minutes!” Luke hollers from behind them.

To her dismay, Calum removes his cheek from hers and she feels slightly cold when his arms aren’t around her anymore. She pockets her phone then turns around to face him.

He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers then gives her a soft smile.

“I can’t wait for you to hear it,” he says then pulls her along to join the rest of the group.

When the song begins playing Grace closes her eyes while she listens to it. Calum watches her absorb herself in the slow build-up of the guitar, then the soft beat of the drums and finally Calum’s voice coming through. She smiles hearing him sing, her head nodding slightly to the beat.

 So far away but I feel you near,

Your voice is music to my ears,

How’d we end up this way?

Two strangers adrift so far?

 Falling all into you,

Your eyes, your smile everything you do

Makes me weak at the knees

I bow down for you

Anything you want

I’ll give it to you cause I’m

Falling all into you…

 Grace wants to think it really is about her, that Calum wrote these lyrics specifically for her but her rational side knows this has been finished long before they met. He probably wrote it for some other girl and her heart sinks. But she loves the song, it’s so raw and the music is beautiful.

Everyone else cheers and claps when the song finishes, Michael chanting ‘again, again!’ when Calum nudges her gently. She opens her eyes to see his brown ones already staring at her.

“What’d you think?” he asks quietly. They’re the only ones left seated on the couch while everyone else disperses for more drinks and food.

“It’s amazing,” she breathes. “I love how it’s slow but still kind of upbeat, you know? The harmonies are great but I like how it’s mainly you singing.” She smiles brightly and takes his hand in hers.

“You really like it?” he tries to keep his excitement to a minimum but he can’t really hold it. He didn’t realize how much he wanted Grace to like it until he watched her listen with her eyes closed. Like she was immersing herself into the song and into his voice.

“I love it, I’m probably going to have it on repeat for days. When’s the album drop again?” she giggles.

“Nice try, but I can’t tell you that, sweetheart,” he grins.

“Damn, not even to your fake girlfriend?” she teases.

The rest of the night is spent with the party slowly dwindling down until they dock at the marina. Calum drives Grace to her hotel, he still wants to speak with Francesca about renting a small town house for her, and she’s asleep as soon as the car starts moving.

The song was written by Ashton and Calum helped a little bit here and there with the lyrics. But when he sang it, he put his heart and soul into it. He wanted it to sound like he was singing it to someone, so he imagined that whoever that special someone was, it would send them to him.

Under the traffic lights Calum glances to Grace, her lips are lightly puckered as she sleeps and his heart lurches. When he heard the song again tonight, moving his lips to himself singing it, he looked at her the whole time. Like he was singing it to her, for her.

It’s only been two weeks but he can tell he’s already falling fast for Grace. He enjoys spending time with her, he enjoys her presence and after holding her hand tonight he never wanted to let go. He wasn’t expecting to actually be falling all into her, as if the song predetermined this moment.

#calum hood #calum hood fluff #calum 5sos #calum hood imagine #calum hood fic #calum fic #calum imagine #5sos writings #luke hemmings #michael clifford #aston irwin

[argylemnwrites]

OTP Questions

Thanks for the tag, @addictedtodrakefanfic!

1.Who is the most affectionate?

Riley is probably more physically affectionate than Drake, particularly in public.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

To be honest, Riley’s a stomach sleeper most nights. They sometimes will start with Drake as the big spoon, but Riley has usually rolled onto her stomach by the time they wake up.

3.Most common argument?

In canon, they often are at odds with how to raise Bridget. Riley is pretty defensive and protective, particularly when it comes to royal duties/obligations and pushes back on a lot of things. Drake remembers a lot of the good times he and Liam had together at the palace and has a harder time saying no to Liam’s requests, so while he grumbles about some of the time his family spends in the spotlight, he’s more likely to go along with whatever Liam recommends for raising an heir. It’s a frequent point of contention between the two of them.

In the It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment universe, Riley will agree to plans for the two of them without running it by Drake first if she knows he has nothing going on. Drake has told her repeatedly that she shouldn’t just assume he’s free.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

They like playing card games together, or rather against each other. They both are very competitive, and will often make bets ranging from the mundane to the ridiculous. They also enjoy drinking together while they play

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Riley is fairly strong for her size, but she is not deluded enough to think she could carry Drake. Drake doesn’t really carry her often either. The most he’ll typically do is a couple of steps to bed in the heat of the moment. Sheer physical strength is the one area where Drake can one up her 100% of the time, and it feels strange to both of them when they aren’t on an even playing field. They both like keeping things competitive.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Riley really loves Drake’s shoulders. Not only are they strong and broad, but she can really easily read his mood based on changes in his posture. She’s also a big fan of his hands. Drake is fascinated by her hair and loves running his hands through it. Her laugh gets him as well.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Drake starts calling her Liu to create some distance, but at the same time he finds it harder and harder to say no when she invites him to do something together, or even with Maxwell and Hana. Riley knows it’s not great that she’s developed feelings for the best friend of the guy shes been flirting with and making out with, so she decides she needs to spend more time with Drake so she can either get some clarity or get him out of her system. The end result is they start spending a ton of time together and the feelings keep growing and growing.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

In canon, Drake calls her Liu until they’re married, at which point he switches to Walker (except during sex, because that’s sort of creepy). Riley knows that the reminder that they share a last name, that she chose him, helps him when he feels out of his depth at court, so she suggested the change.

In the It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment universe, since they don’t rush to get married, she’s Liu to him for much longer and it would just feel weird to Drake to call her anything else.

Riley doesn’t have a nickname for Drake. She tries a few on, but she hates all of them for him, so she just calls him Drake.

9. Who worries the most?

Drake definitely worries more often, but it’s a low level concern typically. Given how much Riley endured during her childhood, she’s usually of the opinion that things will have a way of working out. However, when she does worry about something, she tumbles into a massive spiral of panic and fear and it can be hard for her to rein herself back in or for Drake to reassure her. Luckily, that doesn’t happen often.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

They both are pretty observant of the other’s likes and dislikes when it comes to food. Drake tends to like the same staples over and over, so Riley will often push him to at least try something new. Riley will get so caught up in what pictures look good, that she won’t check the actual written description, so Drake will often stop her from ordering something he knows she’s gonna hate.

11. Who tops?

Their competitive nature definitely comes out in the bedroom as well, so this ends up being about 50/50.

12. Who initiates kisses?

Riley probably initiates kissing slightly more often, but it’s fairly even.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Riley’s a big hand holder, so she’ll reach for his hand before he often even has the chance to think of taking hers.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Again, they’re competitive. They both tend to be aggressive, possessive kissers, but never in public. Any kisses there are kept light because they both feel weird with excessive PDA.

15. Who wakes up first?

Drake. He’s a morning person and a light sleeper. Riley is neither of those things.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Riley.

17. Who says I love you first?

In canon, Riley beats him to it after the shooting. In the It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment universe, Drake says it first.

After their first time of saying it, it’s pretty even who says it first, but to be fair, they aren’t a big “I love you,” couple. Neither one would score very high for words of affirmation as a love language, so they usually find ways to show each other as opposed to saying it all the time.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

No. That is way too cutesy for them. The only time they came close to doing this was in the It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment universe. Drake will sometimes set aside some leftovers in a bag for Riley to take to work, and one time she opened the bag and saw a folded sheet of paper in there. It turns out, Drake had printed out the wikipedia page about cheesecake because they’d been bickering over where cheesecake was first created the night before, and he couldn’t let her have the last word.

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Riley tells Maxwell she’s developing feelings for someone besides Liam during the social season and he has a pretty good idea who she means, but then she doesn’t bring it up again, so he assumes that fizzled out until he sees them making out in NYC (It’s why he tells her not to worry about House Beaumont at the UN party later that night). Drake doesn’t tell anyone (friends or family) until they are openly and officially together.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Riley has no family left living where she has any sort of relationship. Savannah and Bianca like Riley a lot (certainly more than she likes either of them, though she tries not to show it) and they think she and Drake are good for each other. Leona doesn’t really warm to Riley ever. No love lost there as the feeling is mutual. Their friends all think they are insanely well suited for each other.

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Riley

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Drake is the better cook and does basically all the cooking in the It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment universe and some cooking to try and keep the staff presence at Valtoria low in canon.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Riley sometimes will do this to annoy the shit out of Drake.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Both of them. So much. It’s just another thing for them to compete over, seeing who can crack the other one first.

25. Who needs more assurance?

They both have pretty deep seated insecurities and abandonment issues, so they both need reassurance somewhat often. However, they never really mind, because they both understand exactly where the other one is coming from.

26. What would be their theme song?

They don’t have a song that’s “their song,” but I feel like “Best Part of Me” by Ed Sheeran and YEBBA represents them well.

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Riley. Drake is more of a ramble about anything and everything to lull them back to sleep type of parent.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Inside jokes or snarky texts, Facetime or Skype sex. If they’re apart for a longer stretch of time, Drake gets a little more sentimental and sends her more genuine, heartfelt messages.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

My canon one is too bleak for this (seriously, there is no headcanon to mend it), so I’ll just say there is at least one serious medical condition ahead for each of them in the It Couldn’t Wait Another Moment universe.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They always go to the scary doctor’s appointments together, though and they support each other through the medical struggles.

This was so much fun! Tagging @thequeenofcronuts @ravenpuff02 @burnsoslow @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore​ if you all haven’t been tagged yet. Would love to hear about your couples!

#meet my otp

[buggy-d-hoe]

Odds for your new oc

Wow! Thanks Anonymous! I’m not sure which OC you specified, but I’ll do Felicity since I did a similar one with Alicia :) 

Answers after the break :3 

What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

Bill calls her “Lissie” because that was her nickname growing up, given to her by their grandmother. 

James and Q call her T because it’s easier to differentiate between the two when Felicity and Bill are together. James was the first one to come up with it. 

How tall is your OC?

5′6″

What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

Felicity has a penchant for nice dresses in the office unless she is in the field. She dresses in whatever attire is needed. She isn’t one to shy away from casual clothes outside of work. 

A special night, she’s a fan of the LBD. 

Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

When they were younger, Felicity was well known for being a tomboy and often returned home after a long day with cuts and bruises. Some notable ones are the scars on her arms (especially her forearm) from when Bill chased her and she fell into a rose bush, one on her back of her left shoulder from a bullet graze. She did inherit a new scar on her hip when a bullet cleanly passed through; luckily no vital organs were hit. 

What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?

Very plain since she’s usually at Bill’s place majority of the time because she is too lazy to cook or doesn’t want to order takeout. Probably monochrome colors and enough for a bed, nightstand, a mirror stand and a dresser. On her bed, it’s just a pillow and a blanket since she isn’t one for excessive things. It’s enough for her to sleep in. Maybe throw in a plant in the corner to decorate, but that’s pretty much it. 

Her living area is even plainer with just a couch and a tv. Her walls aren’t decorated 

What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

She has good days and bad days with her mother. She disapproved of her daughter’s area of work and wanted her to be more “feminine”, so any opportunity she gets to persuade Felicity to find another job, she takes it and it drives Felicity insane. Bill tries to talk some sense and deviate from the topic, but it usually never works. 

When she isn’t harping on her daughter, their relationship is solid. Whenever Felicity is home, she’ll always want to go out for lunch and they sit and chat. That is until the topic of switching careers comes up and Felicity cuts the outing short. 

How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Felicity is the younger sister of William “Bill” Tanner, the Chief of Staff at MI6. He was the reason she has a job because she dropped out of college and refused to listen to their mom about what career path she was supposed to follow. He helped her attain a desk position until she wanted to be a field agent. He was very much against this, due to being overprotective, but she wanted to prove to their mother and him that she was capable on anything when she put her mind to it. 

She does come over to his place frequently for food because she can’t cook, is lazy, or doesn’t feel like take out. She also loves to drink wine at his place, so he makes sure to stop by the store to grab a bottle to replenish the ones she finishes. 

What was your OC’s childhood like?

Both Bill and Felicity had a loving childhood with their parents. Bill was the more responsible of the two and frequently tried to keep his sister out of trouble or push her away when he played with his friends. Their father worked in the government while their mother stayed home to care for them. Bill and Felicity would often fight in typical brother-sister fashion, but they never lasted longer than a day. 

What is your OC’s imagination like?

It depends on her mood. When she is serious, she adopts that mindset because of her line of work. When she isn’t, she is playful and creative. She sometimes bothers Q with ridiculous requests for weapons which may or may not find their way into her or Bond’s hands. 

What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

Felicity is very nervous around children and terrified at the thought of having them. She doesn’t think she would have the patience for them. Her mother is always on her case about being a grandma and Felicity kindly points out that Bill is also available. 

Who are your OC’s closest relatives?

Out of the three other members, it is definitely Bill. Their dad was usually busy with work and never devoted enough time to the kids and their mom was the one who mainly raised them, but even Felicity gets tired of her mom’s constant nagging. Bill had always been them for Felicity and he is virtually irreplaceable. 

Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Felicity does have best friends outside of work from her childhood, but she is mum about her line of work to them. At MI6, she originally kept only to herself when she was at her desk job, only socializing with her brother when he could manage to visit. She does befriend Eve Moneypenny when she eventually is promoted to field agent and they have gone on missions together. Bill INSISTS that Felicity stay away from Bond as he is afraid that his little sister would be defiled by him. She does have a cordial friendship with him but has nearly succumbed to his charms several times, much to Bill’s annoyance. Q is another person that Felicity spends some time with, who is both annoyed and grateful for her presence when she chooses to spend her free time in Q Branch. 

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Felicity is very intrigued with Q because he was one of the first men to not really be stunned by her looks and because he interests her with his babble. She often finds herself wandering into Q Branch often and seeking Q, despite him being uncomfortable at first. When she sits down to listen to him or watch him tinker away, they find some small talk that both are grateful for because it takes away from the hecticness of their work. 

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

Felicity likes the simple life Q lives. If he isn’t at work, then he’s at home working on drafts of a new prototype for Bond (hoping he doesn’t break or lose any more of his inventions). He rarely goes out, probably just to the store to grab groceries or wander around the local park. Felicity also likes how Q doesn’t seem to care for attention, keeping to himself and his work, a total 180 from the people she is accustomed to. He also gets into one of those moods whenever he is working that Felicity finds charming. Despite him wishing she would either leave him alone or stop distracting him, Q does find Felicity’s company welcoming and is the first to notice if she hasn’t stopped by his lab. 

What is your OC’s level of education?

Felicity was almost done with her undergraduate studies when she drops out. 

What is your OC’s opinion of school?  What kind of student was s/he?

Felicity is smart when she applies herself, but she hated college because it reminded her of the life she was expected to live after graduating. It felt as if everything was deciding for her without her consent and she hated it. Her mom was notorious for emphasizing what she expected of Felicity and it did strain their relationship, even more so when Felicity dropped out. 

What subjects interested your OC?

In all honesty, Felicity didn’t care much for subjects. She never had a favorite since none really stuck out. She does read on the side (if ever she gets the chance) and learns things from work that she would thought of learning from college. 

How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

Felicity doesn’t know what she wants yet. She was tired of her mundane life in college and hated how things were decided for her (that and the role that her mom expected her to follow immediately following college). She is enjoying her life as a field agent because it gives her a chance to do more. 

What is your OC’s biggest dream?

To finally be at peace with what she wants out of life. She doesn’t know what she wants yet, but it’s not stopping her from searching. 

How does your OC handle anger?

She likes to get a little even. If she came across something that insulted her or legitimately pissed her off, she won’t hesitate to fire or fight back, depending on the situation of course. She always finds a way to make sure karma does hit them back hard. 

What is your OC’s greatest fear?

Falling short under expectations. This was one reason why she left college. 

What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

Despite her playful nature, Felicity does have a dry sense of humor, coupled with her typical deadpan expression. She does have her potty humor but not as much. 

What are some things that annoy your OC?

Waiting or when things are too slow. Felicity is more of NOW NOW NOW. You should see her behind the wheel hahaha. Another is when someone doesn’t take her seriously because she is a pretty woman and makes some misogynistic comments about it. 

How easily does your OC forgive?

It depends on the matter. If it’s serious, it will take a while. If it’s a small mishap, she shrugs it off. 

If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

She did have two near death experiences. One was when she drank too much after dropping out of college and another was on the field when she was shot in the hip, luckily missing vital organs. 

What are some of your OC’s morals?

Anything that involves women and children, Felicity tends to lean in favor of them, sometimes affecting the mission on hand.  She will absolutely NOT harm any of them and sometimes butt head with the senior agent when it comes to that. 

What is the health of your OC?

She is in peak condition due to her being medically and psychologically cleared (barely on the latter).  Before she joined, she had a drinking problem. Although she drinks a lot, it’s more controlled this time around. 

What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

Given her line of work, Felicity is on the fence about it. On one hand, it’s her job to protect her country and the Crown, but on the other hand, she wants more out of life. She is sometimes stuck in the “what is my purpose” mindset. 

What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

Felicity can be a little impulsive. She is also a bit impatient but if she has a partner on the job with her, she can count on them to rein her in. She wishes she can take charge and make decisions herself on the field, but she usually leaves it to the senior agent in charge. She always questions herself before committing to something and has a problem working under severe pressure. 

What does your OC think of him/herself?

Felicity wishes she can slow down and hold back her playful nature. When she is around the person she likes, she tends to go overboard with her flirts and leaves the other person baffled or a tidbit uncomfortable. She is left mentally berating herself for it and wishes she replay that scene over again. God knows how many wrong first impressions she has given. 

What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Very playful and flirtatious. Her looks made it more advantageous to her, but she likes to play a game. Some people have a hard time believing her as a result. When she isn’t doing this, she is normally quiet unless she is around people she is comfortable with. 

How does your OC display love?

Felicity is flirtatious and it’s easy to mistaken it as a game to her. She does portray it like that, given her playful nature, but when it comes to someone she is interested in, she is upfront about how she feels. She doesn’t like to beat around the bush. She is known to brush her hand against the other person or leave her hand for a longer period of time. She is affectionate through the little things. 

What is your OC’s favorite drink?

It honestly depends on her mood hahahaha. Outside of work, she can be found with a glass in her hand. 

What is your OC’s favorite sweet?

Felicity can’t resist Haribo gummy bears

What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather?

Anything that doesn’t involve the sun. She hates hot weather and prefers the chill. 

What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show?

Anything she finds entertaining. See right below

What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment?

When she gets the chance, she loves watching movies or anything interesting on the tv. She does love her romance and action movies are hilarious to her because ironically, they aren’t as intense as the ones she experiences. 

What is your OC’s favorite scent?

Anything tropical, fresh laundry, and coffee brewing

What is your OC’s favorite sound?

Water running/rain

What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream?

Cookies n’ Cream

Ask your own question: Will Felicity and Q ever jump ship and give a relationship a try? 

MAYBE! hahaha

#OC: Felicity Tanner #ask game #Anonymous

[elenajohansenreads]

Books I Read in 2020

#121 - Last Memoria, by Rachel Emma Shaw

“Hot Single Books Looking for Readers” Book Club August Selection

Rating: 1/5 stars

[I'm pretty casual about spoilers in reviews, but this one went into enough detail that I felt it necessary to hide it on Goodreads for spoilers. It's only fair I should warn readers here, too. The TL;DR version is "poorly edited for both presentation and story, inconsistent about everything, misogynist ending, I don't recommend it."]

The entire book is plagued by inconsistency at all levels.

The most obvious being technical presentation, as it's riddled with errors. There are several instances of words being incorrectly used in place of their homonyms: "taught" when it should be "taut," "vile" when it's obviously meant to be "vial," and so forth. In addition, a word specific to the story--Sarilla's unwanted nickname--switches between "beastie" and "beasty" frequently, sometimes even on the same page. Stack those errors on top of repeated incorrect hyphenation (both present when it shouldn't be in things like "dirt-track" and missing when it should be present, like "Sarilla shaped hole") and a general tendency toward word repetition and excessive stage direction, it's reasonable to guess this was edited poorly or not at all.

The story is also inconsistent in characterization. Is Sarilla the scared fugitive who must avoid going into town where she might be recognized, or the brave sister who needs to save her brother? Is she the meek wimp who can't stop her brother from acting stupidly and getting himself caught, or the sass-talking pain in the backside who's constantly needling her captors even when it endangers her? The level of danger itself is inconsistent; she'll be terrified of someone noticing her on one page, then she'll act recklessly in the open when anyone could see her, because the plot needs her to, so it's fine.

Thematically, there's some inconsistency built on top of the apparent running gag of this novel: "everybody lies." Those two words are used to hide from the reader everything from character backstory and motivations to fundamental ways in which the world operates. World-building was introduced long after it was needed. I didn't know what the "graves" in the forest were that everyone was so terrified about, and when they turned out to be abandoned tunnels one could fall into, no one bothered to explain how they'd come to be called "graves." I knew the name of Sarilla's uncle/antagonist from the beginning, but not that he was King until nearly halfway through the book--that seemed like something that shouldn't have been a mystery. I didn't know there was another country peopled by memoria until even later--when Sarilla finally gets a "quest," just in time for the narrative to switch from her POV to Falon's.

The story suffered from a pronounced lack of direction, resulting from most of the important characters spending most of their time without any real agency.

I was floundering through Sarilla's half of the book trying to figure out what her goal was. At first, it seemed simple--stay safe long enough to get to the rest of her family. Okay. But why? The story never told me what was going to happen when they were reunited. (No, wait, it did, another character explained it in the final chapters that aren't even from her POV.) She abandons her brother because he's going to get them caught. She changes her mind and searches for him. He's caught by the army. She follows so she can get him back, but she gets captured by her former lover and his companions in the process. They kidnap her...why? It's not clear for a while. When it turns out it's so Falon can regain his stolen memories, they all turn around and go back for her brother, who has them. Except then he's dead, and so is the rest of her family. At 40%. I was literally staring at the text and thinking, "So the book's over then? Sarilla can't reunite with her family, which I thought was her arc, and Falon can't get his memories back, because the brother is dead."

I should not be having a standoff with a book about whether or not the story is over at 40%.

And it's not, because hey! everybody lies! Sarilla actually as Falon's memories, so he still has a goal. But she doesn't! Because I have no idea what she wants now! At the halfway mark, Falon takes her before the King and he says "So how about you help me destroy all the memoria in this other country that hasn't been talked about at all before?"

She accepts. I'm not clear on why at the time, though eventually it's explained that her deep self-hatred makes her want to destroy the monsters she came from. But also it's the King's idea to eventually double-cross them. Sarilla never seems to make her own decisions.

But the narrative switches POV to Falon, and for a while it looks like things are getting better, plot-wise. There's a clear goal: Sarilla's going to destroy stuff and Falon's sticking around to get her memories back from her.

Only then Falon loses his agency by getting taken over by blackvine, which turns out to be a physical form of infectious memory/psychic connection to the race of memoria under threat. Once it's a part of him, it's serious emotional whiplash between hating Sarilla and loving her--the memoria want her because she might have their ancient repository of racial memory. Or not. But probably. But she says she doesn't.

Any interest I still had, I lost here, though I made myself finish the book as it's for a book club. The constant "everybody lies" story-washing gives the narrative permission to make every character so unreliable there's no ground to stand on for a reader to accurately interpret the text. The ending reveals so many layers of betrayal that no one is who we thought they were--except I barely thought these characters were anyone specific already, because for most of Sarilla's half, she's fighting against being overwhelmed by floating memories that constantly distract her from reality. For Falon's half, he spends a great deal of it possessed by a foreign collective consciousness. No one can go five pages without a radical shift in self-perception or opinions expressed or behaviors modified.

At the bitter end, Falon believes that Sarilla wasn't born a monster because of her power (despite saying so at various points at least half a dozen times) but that the King "made" her that way. Then, when he gets his memories back and finds out his part in shaping her actions, he believes that he made her a monster. In both cases, again, the agency for the only female character in the book, the titular character, is usurped by the influence of male characters who take credit/blame for making her who she is. Ultimately, that's a pretty misogynist conclusion that I don't care for.

The entire novel is an inconsistent, sucking quicksand pit of a story. I cannot recommend it to anyone and won't be reading the next book.

#booklr #book review #hot single books book club

[mcousland]

thinkin' about... They. lysandra's family, before they were taken from her.

going with nathalie as the name for the duchess. golden blonde hair, kept just below her shoulders in terms of length and more often than not twisted up into some form of bun. the least Colorful of the bunch, preferring shades of grey or browns with the small dashes of blue thrown in to put a smile on her partners’ faces. the driest of humors, ridiculous poker face to rival the best of liars, tendency to see the Darker side of things (and habit of focusing on it before noticing the lighter one) ((definitely balanced out by lucien and lysandra in that regard)). 

vibing with the name lucien for the duke, i think. light brown hair that was kept relatively short most of the time. (grew down to the shoulders a handful of times, lysandra always Adored it but knew he wasn’t a fan so only gave him Minor shit whenever he cut it.) maintained this level of facial hair, mostly for nathalie’s preference. most Colorful of the bunch (except for down the line when lucine takes the cake), always wearing varying shades of blue and insisting that his ladies match him at least a Tiny bit. definition of life of the party, laughs at nearly every type of joke, there to help everyone feel good and get through things, direct opposite of nathalie in terms of seeing the Lighter side of things first. (lysandra balances the pair out by upholding a solid neutral ground, very helpful for a lot of their talks and dealings.)

lucien around 6′0″, nathalie around 5′1″, lysandra around 5′9″. nathalie is the Smol of the trio and they never! let her forget it!! lucien is prone to resting an arm on her shoulder and leaning against her while chatting, just to see her roll her eyes and playfully shove him away. lysandra adores pulling this move with her and leaning down to give her kisses on to the temple, especially when she is upset or frustrated. 

nathalie is,,, definitely the spoiled one. the Love between them all can very well be felt and seen when they’re all together, but what can also be so clearly noticed is how lysandra and lucien dote on her to no end. she is always looked to first, cared to first, and checked in with first--not out of any lacking levels of interest between lysandra and lucien, they just both have the silent understanding between the two of them that nathalie Deserves this treatment and they receive never-ending satisfaction seeing how happy it makes her. 

that first Move was taken by nathalie,,, okay, Technically it was lucien because he was the one to actually invite lysandra up into their chambers, but nathalie was the one who days earlier approached the idea with him as they dressed down for bed. not terribly shocking to lysandra, as she had been flirting with them for quite some time by that point and was confident in calling them her closest and truest of friends, but it did take her a few moments to Process that she was being asked so plainly. right at the dining table, with visiting guests not too far away (thankfully, blissfully aware guests as they were too taken with their own conversations, but Still). we'll just say that it did Not take long for lysandra and lucien to make that silent agreement on treating nathalie Good. 

though they all debated things together and came to the decisions together, nathalie was usually the one who Announced them or anything of the sort. she was the shortest of them but had the most,,, Intimidating presence (much to their amusement). there was something in the air around her, the set of her jaw, choice of words, and the sword she always kept hanging at her hip. lysandra could snap necks with the wave of her wrist and lucien’s own skill with a sword were Clearly nothing to scoff at, but between her lighter color scheme and lucien’s beaming smile they stood no chance at outmatching nathalie.

lucien one-hundred percent came up with the name lucine for their daughter. it was mostly tossed in as a joke, reference to when he had accidentally signed some papers years ago with the name by switching the last two letters of his name around, but they all,,, grew to genuinely Love it by the time she was born. (years later, when lucine is around 18, she'll finally ask lysandra why her name is so close to her father's. lysandra smiles at her, that Grief of hers still in her eyes as she amusedly informs lucine that "no very deep meaning, i'm afraid.your father simply believed himself to be quite the humorous man, and we thought it sounded quite pretty in the end.") 

lysandra only Once doubted her place in their relationship, and that was with the discovery of nathalie’s pregnancy. but it was almost immediately quelled by nathalie excitedly throwing herself into lysandra’s arms and gushing about how they were to have a child, and lucien swallowing them both in an embrace while debating on who would be called mother and who would be called mama. (nathalie ended up with mother and lysandra with mama.)

lucine was spoiled from day one--materially, emotionally, physically. her wardrobe was half the size of the trio’s by the time she was four and she had far too many toys/books/etc; was always told that she was loved by them each morning and night, not even mentioning the times throughout the days themselves, never had to worry about being neglected and had all of her Moods spoken about even if she struggled to find the words to describe her emotions; was Constantly receiving affectionate touches from them all, it was honestly a miracle to see her outside of one of their arms for those first two years and even after that she usually always had one of their hands in a vice grip, could never get enough of hugs or having her face peppered in kisses.

lucine was around??? 7~ when her parents were killed. lysandra was Entirely too aware that she was in no position or state to raise lucine right, too far removed in her grief and unable to fight past it for her. lysandra made the decision to portal herself to vizima some weeks after the passing of lucien/nathalie, and arranged for lucine to be taken in by a well-off and loving noble couple that had often visited her and her partners and become their close friends. (decades down the line, when lucine is gone as well and lysandra is back to being well and truly alone in her mountains, lys despises herself for being so weak and missing out on so many years of lucine’s life because she had been so consumed by her own feelings and was too weak to get through them for her.)

no ding dang idea for the others, but lucine’s fc is sasha pieterse. 

lysandra would from time to time visit vizima through the following years, whenever she could force herself out of her solitude, checking in on lucine and making certain that she was well taken care of. the couple she stayed with had taken to telling little lucine that lysandra was off on adventures when she was not with her, saving folk from monsters and aiding those who needed it--she never had the heart to correct these lies, unable to shatter that Awe in the girl’s eyes when she looked at her. 

lysandra was able to more frequently see lucine by the time she reached 17, though that grief was still there she was able to handle it easier by being with lucine and Seeing those traits of her parents in her. it took a handful of years after that for lysandra to truly Open up and give lucine the [mostly] full story of things, and start to allow her visits to the mountain pass where she had carved out her own place. it had never felt like a proper Home until lucine was there, with each visit bringing more of her things and bringing a warmth to it. 

mmmm more thoughts to come at a later time probably (because i’m Tired), but i think they are always Close up until lucine eventually passes away (thankfully to just Age). lysandra always felt mad at herself for missing out on those years, but lucine never let her go without knowing that it didn’t matter to her because she did come back and never truly abandoned her. lucine left behind three kids of her own and lysandra dotes on them just as she did lucine, with the firm vow to herself that she will never let anything happen to them and will care for them until their last days (or her own). 

#witcher rambles #lysandra #me writing all of this: i love Them. what a shame they're Gone #lmfao i love to make my babies Suffer #anyway i didn't dare break lysandra's heart further by having lucine die in that battle too #she grew up and probably became some kind of actor in a theater because she inherited her father's Drama and Love for theatrics #(plays into the ideas later on of maeve being the one to get in that Final piece of convincing for lysandra to leave her cave #she tells lysandra what has become of vizima in those decades she hasn't seen it and reminds her of lucine so v much with her personality) #((also might have to?? age up lysandra for some of this but that's nothing to a sorceress lmfao)) #ANYWAY enough rambling nap time maybe

[mrsrcbinscn]

Franny Sor Framagucci Robinson Character Sheet 

Dear Mom and Dad, I'll send money, I'm so rich that it ain't funny It oughtta be more than enough to get you through - (x)

Archetype — The Creator 

Birthday — January 17, 1980

Zodiac Sign — Capricorn

MBTI — ENFJ-A (The Protagonist — 93% Extroverted, 56% Intuitive, 60% Feeling, 60% Judging, 83% Assertive)

Enneagram — Type 3w2 — The Charmer

Temperament — Sanguine 

Hogwarts House — Slytherin Primary, Hufflepuff Primary model, Gryffindor Secondary

Moral Alignment —  Lawful Good

Primary Vice — Pride

Primary Virtue — Charity or Diligence 

Element — Air

Song —  A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

Overview:

Government name  —  Darareaksmey Francine Sor Framagucci Robinson Name  —  Franny Robinson/Franny Sor Robinson Mother — Sophea “Sophie” Sor

Father — Adrien Framagucci (stepfather, legally adopted her), Peter Boyd (biological father)

Mother’s Occupation — Restaurant owner 

Father’s Occupation — Construction worker

Family Finances — grew up in poverty, insanely wealthy now

Birth Order — Youngest

Brothers — stepbrothers Gaston and Art Framagucci (mother legally adopted them, if you say ‘step’ Franny will kill you), claims no others but has biological half brothers from Peter Boyd; John-Curtis “JC”  Boyd, Timothy “Timmy” Boyd

Sisters — claims none, but has biological half sisters by Peter Boyd; Sarah Boyd, Stacy Boyd, Shyann Boyd 

Other Close Family — spreadsheet

Best Friend — Daniel Maitland, Molly Vaughn (deceased)

Other Friends — Lora Lopez, Serghei Anton, Delia Weiss, Vanessa Pham, others

Enemies — most men on principle 

Home Life During Childhood — It was a good childhood. Working the restaurant was normal to Franny so she didn’t realize it was abnormal at first. Her parents tried not to let the kids realize how poor they actually were. 

Town or City Name(s) — Payne Lake, Georgia

Any Sports or Clubs — In high school she was in drama, show choir, orchestra, National Honor Society, and on the quiz bowl team

Favorite Toy or Game — Franny honestly loved hide and seek well into her teenage years because she was small enough to fit it the weirdest places to hide, and in the 80s and 90s in a small town in Georgia there wasn’t much to do so her friend group played Extreme Hide and Seek. Everyone wears all black like some kind of cult. Turn off all the lights in the house. Go crazy. 

Schooling — K-12 in Payne Lake, Georgia ; B.A.s. in Musical Theatre Performance and Jazz Studies at NYU; M.A. in Jazz Studies at Pride U

Favorite Subject — Anything that wasn’t math or chemistry 

Popular or Loner — Popular, has always been magnetic 

Important Experiences or Events — Her first time on stage, getting enough scholarship money to justify going to NYU, quickly growing to love the nerd she hit up to buy her waffles and never letting him go, the accident that changed her life, marrying Cornelius Robinson, finding the magic singing frogs, adopting Wilbur, discovering the severity of her fertility issues in 2008, 

Nationality — American-Cambodian (born American, given Cambodian citizenship in 2019)

Culture — Franny identifies most strongly with Cambodian, followed by broadly Southeast Asian sometimes with Buddhist attached, and that’s tied with ‘Rural Southern (USA)’ sometimes with POC attached. Franny feels pretty detached from “American Culture” in general. She more closely would identify with Southern USA culture in general than with general American with no modifiers. She also feels a little detached from Asian American culture in general because even though she grew up right outside of Atlanta and is familiar with Atlanta, she didn’t grow up in one of the big hubs of Asian American culture like LA, San Francisco, or NYC. White American and Black American culture surrounded her, and the Asian cultures surrounding her were immigrant or first-gen cultures that hadn’t really developed an American flavor yet. Franny understood more about Vietnamese and Thai culture than she did about general Asian American culture for a long time, because immigrants straight from Southeast Asia were the only Asians she grew up around. And she grew up in the 80s and 90s where Asian representation was yellowface and Long Duk Dong. She didn’t meet any Asian Americans who didn’t speak or at least understand their heritage language until college. And the experience of POC as a whole in the South is very different to the experience of a white person, so sometimes Franny feel disconnected from her white southern neighbors and more closely relates to black or non-white Latinx southerners in ways she doesn’t relate to white southerners, or Asian Americans from LA or NYC. 

Religion and beliefs — Buddhist

Languages spoken— Khmer, English, Vietnamese, French, Italian, (less fluently) Portuguese, Spanish, (can understand some) Thai, Lao, (impressive tourist) German, Dutch

Physical Appearance

Face Claim —  Elodie Yung

Complexion — Tanned skin, pale brown 

Hair Colour — Black

Eye Colour — Brown

Height — 5’5

Tattoos — Yes, a few. Wilbur’s adoption date over her heart, most notably

Piercings — Lobe, upper lobe, tragus, helix, and cartilage on both ears, and an anti-tragus on her left ear. And a nose piercing she got in college

Common Hairstyle — typically keeps her hair long and done nicely but she cuts it and donates it from time to time so will also rock short hair

Clothing Style — vintage-inspired but not proper vintage

Mannerisms — Biting the pads of her thumbs, gesturing wildly, narrating her actions sometimes in song, if she’s looking for scissors she walks through the house making a scissors motion with her fingers

Usual Expression — she’s got resting bitch face 

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — No, her immune system is the real MVP and when she does get sick she’s like ‘I’m dYING’

Physical Ailments —  Infertility 

Neurological Conditions — Depression, Cyclothymia (rapid cycles of depressive and hypomanic episodes)

Allergies —  none 

Grooming Habits — Typically rinses her body daily, uses soap on the armpits daily, but proper washes her body every other day. Washes her hair every two or three days as needed, but if she was extra sweaty that day it gets washed. Waxes leg hair and eyebrows. 

Sleeping Habits — she generally gets a decent amount of sleep but it isn’t usually all at once. She’s a champion power-napper, and if she has three days cleared she’ll often sleep mainly all at once except have like a 2-3 hour period of wakefulness and productivity and then go back to sleep for two more hours, then take an hour nap later in the day.  

Eating Habits —  She’s a grazer. She doesn’t usually sit down and eat three times a day she’ll sneak like five small meals a day

Exercise Habits —   works out at least three days a week somewhat because she’s really sensitive to when people comment on her body so she’s afraid to give people a reason to say a negative comment. Like. She’s body positive, big supporter of you don’t gotta be skinny to be beautiful or healthy. But when people say things like “oh Franny you got a little jiggle in those thighs” it’s never said like a good or neutral thing. She had a lot of body image issues throughout high school and college, and came dangerously close to developing an eating disorder freshman year at NYU but kind of logicked herself from the ledge  

Emotional Stability — generally emotionally stable, like for someone with her mental illnesses she does great 

Body Temperature — runs hot 

Sociability — A social butterfly

Addictions — None; did abuse adderall in college but when she quit cold turkey she didn’t like. Suffer cravings. She wasn’t addicted, but she did abuse it to the point she realized “oh I need to...stop”

Drug Use — occasional use of drugs to make her trip, like acid, shrooms, but this is very rare, she doesn’t do it at home, usually if she’s on the road with other musicians or has gone to LA or NYC or London for a few days to have a songwriting session, the group will sometimes partake. Even then not every time. Used to experiment with drugs more in college, but still it was never...a TON. 

Alcohol Use — More than occasional less than frequent

Your Character’s Character: 

Bad Habits — swearing, next to no filter, temper when it comes to perceived injustices, tends to overload herself 

Good Habits — Keeps a detailed planner, is a maniac about drinking lots of water, is vocal about her needs and boundaries 

Best Characteristic — her warmth! She really is friendly and easy to get along with and wants to be nice. But she will not be walked over and will not allow her kind, marshmallow husband to be walked over so she will flip a switch to protect herself or her boys. 

Worst Characteristic — unforgiving

Worst Memory — it’s a tie between her experience with sexual assault, and the time her biological father’s wife found out Franny was his biological child, and came into her mother’s restaurant when she was visiting with her pretty new HUSBAND, and Nancy Boyd proceeded to beat up Franny and her mother

Best Memory — Adopting Wilbur! It WAS marrying Cornelius but sorry Neil it’s her baby boy now

Proud of — Her husband, she is so proud to be Cornelius Robinson’s wife. She proud to be her mother’s daughter. And she’s proud of her accomplishments in music and philanthropy 

Embarrassed by — Nothing, she’s great

Driving Style — Oh, aggressive. She’s an offensive driver. Cusses. 

Strong Points —  she doesn’t quit, she’s the walk through hell and keep going type of person

Temperament — generally she’s pretty even-tempered. It’s easy to set her off in an instant though if you’re being racist, sexist - any type of shitty person tbh, or being shitty toward her husband or son, but for the most part she’s pretty chill. She deff has crazy bitch energy just under the surface though and you can tell

Attitude — Franny’s not particularly bitchy, but you know, she can be

Weakness — can’t do basic math, very overly self-critical, perfectionist

Fears — Something happening to Wilbur tbh. That’s her greatest fear, losing her son. 

Phobias — Franny does not throw up. She refuses. She will literally feel nauseous and horrible all day to avoid puking. It makes her so anxious, she will nOT. 

Secrets — None really? Like she doesn’t blab her life story to everyone but Cornelius knows everything about her. She has no secrets from her husband. 

Regrets — Not adopting more children when she and Cornelius got married knowing they both wanted a big family; ever meeting up with her biological father 

Feels Vulnerable When — She cries in front of people. Franny hates doing it. She’d rather die tbh

Pet Peeves — when people are rude to wait staff 

Conflicts — She sometimes feels a surge of resentment for her husband during her depressive episodes because she kind of feels like she’s pulled most of the weight in their marriage from Day 1 as far as running the home, and feels like although he purported to also want a big family he never even offered to take HIS turn pulling back from work so they could adopt a second child when it became clear it wasn’t gonna happen for them biologically, but then Franny hates herself for that because Cornelius is the kindest, most loving, most wonderful husband and father and she feels so privileged to call herself his wife and...yeah they just need to have a long talk about it tbh

Motivation — to be the best at everything she does; to force space for herself where she and people like her have previously been excluded, to be so great that you can’t ignore her

Short Term Goals and Hopes — have a baby, but she’s 40 now and knows its not gonna happen 

Long Term Goals and Hopes —she’s...kinda done everything she ever set out to do other than have lots of children

Sexuality — Bisexual, leans toward women, but had more experience with men because compulsory heterosexuality in the US in the 90s and early 2000s, and genuinely fell in love with a man are has been with just him for twenty years now

Exercise Routine  — Doesn’t spend much time on cardio because she gets enough cardio walking around town and Pride U. Mainly works on her core, legs, and strength training so if a man tries to grab her she can kick his ass

Day or Night Person — Would be nocturnal if she could be

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist — She’s naturally pretty cynical but she’s worked for like twenty-five years to have a more optimistic outlook on things. It’s 50/50 now I’d say 

Likes and Styles:

Music — there isn’t really a genre she doesn’t like - like her initial fame was in jazz, but she has an equal affection for jazz and bluegrass/classic country/folk music. She also is in an indie band, Seoul Hanoi’d. And like rap music - usually old school Atlanta rap, but she likes Kendrick Lamar and some other current rappers.

Books — She likes to read or listen to audiobooks about pretty much any subject except music and musicians.

Foods — Cambodian food!!

Drinks — She likes sweet tea, aaaand her alcohol of choice is Anything

Animals — Possums :3 She wants a pet possum so bad, she follows pet possums on instagram and cries at their cute posts

Sports — She played tennis in high school, that’s the extent of her sports knowledge

Social Issues — all of them. Climate change, racial justice, intersectional feminism, VACCINATE ALL THE CHILDREN UNLESS THEY MEDICALLY CANNOT BE, de-mining, Green New Deal, punch Nazis, hey maybe don’t put children in cages, Myanmar can you please not do that genocide you’re doing that would be swell, poor people deserve access to healthcare and education, housing-first approach to homelessness, the good stuff 

Favorite Saying — “Hoes mad”, usually said dismissively when she receives a death threat after a political tweet, or after a racist one for just being an Asian woman in the public eye

Clothing — Franny prefers skirts, dresses, and jumpsuits/rompers to shirt + trousers

Jewelry — She never takes off her wedding ring. She’s married af

TV Shows — Schitt’s Creek, Kim’s Convenience, a lot of Canadian TV she really thinks is funny

Movies — She’s a big nerd that loves a good documentary or otherwise educational movie

Greatest Want — More children, including one biological child because her mother always talked about pregnancy and childbirth like it was the most humbling and empowering experience she’d ever had, and Franny wants that. But she’s 40 and knows she won’t have that. 

Greatest Need — a baby lmao

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — In a big-ass house in the wealthiest part of town, maybe even the biggest house 

Household furnishings — Not overdecorated. A lot of people live there, but Franny’s very much the lady of the house, and even more so than her husband is the head of the household. She’s not a dictator, like her mother-in-law and other relatives have added their touches to the home decor, but it is very much Franny’s Home with notes of the others. She’s very particular about her kitchen, but is very flexible with the rest of the common spaces. 

Most Cherished Possession — Family photographs of her mother and her family before the Khmer Rouge. Franny bears a striking resemblance to her Aunt Kesor, who was the older sister her mother had idolized, but who died during the Khmer Rouge years. Franny only knows of the resemblance from photographs.

Neighborhood — The rich people part of town 

Town or City Name — Swynlake, England

Details of Town or City — lol

Married Before — Cornelius is her first and only husband and unless he cheats on her she’s never ever leaving that man

Significant Other Before — nobody important 

Children — Wilbur Robinson, wants/wanted more

Relationship with Family — Close! Both to her in-laws, biological maternal family, and stepfamily

Car — 2020 Nissan Qashqai

Career — Singer, song-writer, musician, composer, musical actress, actress, university music professor

Dream Career — Musical actress

Dream Life — Married to Cornelius, with lots of kids, living her best life

Love Life — Happily married to the love of her life, her sunshine, the jelly to her fish, Cornelius Robinson

Talents or Skills — music, cooking, acting

Intelligence Level — High? Like she can’t do basic math but everything else. She’s a musical genius, is good with languages, and is pretty perceptive

Finances — Loaded

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — restaurant worker, event staff

Past Lovers — nobody worth mentioning 

Biggest Mistakes — “I don’t make mistakes”

Biggest Achievements — Grammys, induction into the Songwriters Hall of Fame, being the first Cambodian person to win a Grammy, International Bluegrass Music Association awards, ASCAP awards, and being awarded the national medal of the arts by Barack Obama in 2015 

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