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samirant · 3 years

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Getting this juuuuust under the wire. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @naomignome!!!

Day 621

At the newest round of giggles down the hall, Brienne took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was the Thorn President-Elect, not their den mother. Their quiet study area on the second floor of the house, once filled end to end with studious sisters, had dwindled down to only her and a few others. Truth be told, Brienne was done with her exams, but was sticking around until their last member was finished, just in case of last minute nerves.

Most everyone else was packing up and blowing off steam. And giggling. A lot.

“Brienne,” someone hissed from down the hall. “Come look!”

She reluctantly got up, cast a glance around the room and decided that if they needed her, she wouldn’t be far. And if she was able to clear out the noisemakers? Bonus.

Elinor grabbed her hand once she came into view and pulled her to the front window. “Some Sigma got strapped in!” she gleefully reported.

“Really?” Brienne drew up to the glass and craned to see down the block, where a herd of guys in red shirts was lugging an item - well, a person - between them. She’d seen it a few times over the last couple of years, but while it was a… celebration of sorts, it wasn’t a dignified one.

Jaime and his cohorts had insisted it was a cherished tradition, but Brienne always thought it was a little mean to duct tape a newly engaged man to a slab of lumber and then cart him around campus before delivering him to his intended.

Okay, so it was a little funny.

Still mean, though.

Curious, Brienne squinted at the crowd of men and asked, “Who is it?”

“Can’t tell yet,” Meera replied. “Did you hear of anyone planning to pop the question?”

There was a chorus of no idea and I don’t think so’s and Myranda sniggered something about someone managing to get their MRS degree right under the wire. It was perhaps unkind to agree with her, but Brienne had seen a rash of quick engagements from other houses at the end of each semester and couldn’t necessarily say Myanda was wrong and then suddenly someone gave a muffled scream and another girl loudly shrieked and then, as one, every single sister on the landing turned in one direction.

Hers.

Brienne took a small step back, from them and from the procession that had made it to the Theta front lawn and stopped there. Her voice quavered to match how her knees had gone watery. “What?”

Wide eyes met hers for a solid two seconds, all of them frozen in place, and then Elinor trilled, “You and Jaime are ENGAGED?”

It broke the standstill and they descended on her from every angle, with demands for an explanation, calls of congratulations, some happy cries of I KNEW IT and more hugs than she’d received in the last six months combined, not counting from Jaime.

Jaime.

What.

The.

Fu-

“Jaime,” Brienne nearly shouted, and broke away from her ecstatic sisters and their pleas to see the ring. What ring?! she wanted to shout, but “I need to go check on Jaime” came out instead.

They stampeded down the stairs after her, but she legged it with a determination that had her first out the door, where she nearly slammed into Addam where he was about to knock and Brienne demanded, “What did you do?”

“Well, may I be the first to offer my congra-” Addam fell sideways into some shrubbery when Brienne elbowed him out of the way. Served him right.

“HEY!” came the loud cheer from her brother frat, with fists pumping in the air and a fair few jumping up and down, all of them surrounding Jaime, who hovered roughly a foot above everyone else due to the position they’d put him in. Duct taped him in. Same difference.

Jaime caught sight of her and wiggled in what would have been a frantic motion if he hadn’t been duct taped so securely. She couldn’t guess how many rolls they’d used, except that it was nearly from neck to toes, with tiny strips of his clothes peeking through where the tape didn’t completely overlap. His eyes were big and pleading and he would definitely have been giving her some sort of explanation if one large piece of silvery tape wasn’t keeping his mouth steadfastly shut.

Pod, not reading Brienne’s horror at all, dropped to one knee and held out a pair of scissors to her as the other boys yelled out Sigma! Theta! Sigma! Theta!, the cries taking on a higher pitch as the Thetas joined in and Brienne had to take yet another deep breath to skirt around all of them to get to Jaime and to slooooowly peel away the tape from his face.

“Jaime,” Brienne said as she did it, with a calm that unnerved even her. “What is this about?”

“Hell if I know, they jumped me out of nowhere,” Jaime rasped out and glared at everyone else. Raising his voice to be heard over the clamor, he asked, “Does anyone else want to explain?”

“You can’t be that pissed,” Addam said as he approached, brushing away leaves and twigs from his clothes. “You were the first one to break out the tape when it was Bronn’s turn.”

“That’s because he was actually engaged,” Jaime said in vicious, seething tones, enough to make everyone around him finally go silent.

Addam faltered and then waved his finger between the two of them. “You mean, you two aren’t…”

“No!” Jaime and Brienne retorted in exasperated tandem.

Whirling on Lancel, Addam said, “You told me they were!”

“You took his word for it?” If outright indignation were enough to break Jaime’s bindings, Lancel would have been in real trouble, but Jaime could only wiggle in place some more. “Lancel?”

“But you said so!” His cousin looked startled and skittered backwards when Brienne took a step towards him. “He did! Yesterday!”

“Well, that’s news to me!” Jaime thrashed around with little effect and Brienne returned to his side, carefully taking the scissors from Pod’s slack grip as she did.

“And me,” Brienne said as she started carefully snipping away. She had to set a hand on Jaime’s chest to make him stay still, continuing on when he did. It took more effort to ignore the assembly of friends encircling them, listening with rapt attention.

“Start running, Lancel,” Jaime ordered but Brienne fixed a glare on the Lannister cousin, freezing him in place.

“He did, though,” Lancel whined plaintively, apparently deciding Brienne was his last chance for refuge from Jaime’s anger. “Last night, we were all shooting the shit and I told him what my dad said and Jaime said it was true.”

“I said what?”

Brienne patted his chest and took another long breath. “Lancel?” she said as evenly as possible. “Explain.”

“Our dads were talking about all of us,” Lancel nervously began. “Uncle Tywin was telling my dad how much he likes you for Jaime, how you suit each other” - Jaime’s chest went still under her hand and then he moaned an almost indecipherable oh good gods - “and I told Jaime about that and he said-”

“I know what I said!” Jaime tried to interject, to no avail.

“-he said, ‘yeah, I’m going to marry that girl’,” Lancel finished triumphantly.

“Oh,” Brienne said. It came out far more softly than the blaring cacophony in her head. It came out again, without her say so. “Oh.”

Then she turned and focused on freeing Jaime, not looking him in the eye as he called Lancel an idiot with renewed passion.

“So you… didn’t propose?” Lancel backed away slowly.

“I think you just did it for me, thanks,” Jaime said sarcastically. He sounded like his first point of order would be to wrap his hands around his cousin’s neck but when Brienne finally let his hands loose, they fell to his sides and she could feel his eyes on her. “Brienne?”

“It was a misunderstanding, it’s fine,” she said quietly and started sawing away at another chunk of tape. Jaime reached out, his hands going over hers and he asked, somewhere past her, “Can we get some privacy, maybe?”

There were several awkward moments as most everyone found something better to do - and likely far away from Jaime’s retribution - but when it was discovered that the post Jaime was attached to still needed support to stay upright, Addam braved coming close and said, “I’ll hold it up, but I’m not even here, I swear.”

“Uh-huh,” Jaime muttered as Addam held his hands against the back of the post and then turned his head to stare in the opposite direction. When most everyone else scattered, Jaime looked back at her and said, “Sorry about all this.”

“Don’t apologize.” Brienne gave undue attention to where his shoulder was still strapped down. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jaime sighed. “Then why does it feel like I did?”

“Because it’s your family members that tend to do some real questionable shit?” Addam suggested.

“I’m sorry, I thought you weren’t here,” Jaime snarled over his shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry. Not here starting… now.”

Brienne laughed under her breath and put her forehead against the shoulder she freed and Jaime tilted his head down to rest on hers.

“This isn’t how I thought I’d ask,” Jaime murmured against her hair and Brienne was too overwhelmed to feel surprised anymore. She’d be a liar if she claimed she never thought of their future; surely Jaime had, too. “Thought it’d be a while from now. Less public, less telephone style through my dad and cousin and maybe less duct tape, too.”

“Well, good news,” Brienne said against his shirt, “you haven’t asked.”

“That’s true. I haven’t asked,” Jaime said and she felt him nudge his nose against her head and Brienne smiled as she tilted her face up. He kissed her, sweetly and with promise. “And you haven’t said no.”

“No,” Brienne replied. “It seems I haven’t.”

#rush me all night long #day 621 #jaime x brienne #my fic #ficlet #i know nothing about frats and sororities #but i DO know about some absurd traditions #and one i knew came rarin' around for this special edition #for our dearly beloved naomignome on her birthday #naomignome

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gasolineghuleh · 3 years

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Doing Time

Lil Drabble, I got bored. Only vaguely NSFW.

“Beati qui ovis ad occisionem…” The scratching of Papa’s pen stops momentarily as he looks up at you, still seated on the chair across from his desk. “Sister, I trust you understand what ‘silent repentance’ means, correct?”

“Yes, Papa.” You shift slightly on the chair, your bruised bottom making its protests known. The spanking you had received from Sister Imperator earlier for speaking out of turn had set a low fire burning in your belly. Every time you move you remember the delicious sounds you had made which only serves to make the burning worse.

“Then sit quietly and stop rocking. You’re making it difficult for me to get my work done. Sister already gave you the physical penance?” Papa leans forward towards you slightly, tapping his pen on his lush lower lip. Since he had ascended to the papacy, the punishments for speaking out of turn had been reinstated. They weren’t terrible punishments, but it was usually enough to keep the chapel quiet during prayers.

“Yes, Papa. She gave me the recommended five.” You readjusted yourself just slightly, crossing one leg over the other.

“Good. I hope you’re comfortable sitting like that. If you move again, there will be another five waiting for you in the Imperator's office.” Papa lowers his eyes back to his work and continues crafting his sermon for tomorrow morning. It’s only been a minute or so, but you’re feeling the urge to move. Your hand slooooowly creeps towards the hem of your habit, shifting it up your thigh just slightly. The pen scratching on the paper and Papa’s mumbling to himself drowns out any sound that the cloth may make as it moves.

You cough slightly and his gaze flicks to you. Papa’s one white eye seems to stare into your soul, searching for if the cough was voluntarily or not. You smile back at him, the perfect picture of unholy innocence. He gives you a tentative half smile and goes back to his papers. Your habit rises a little bit more, exposing the lacy top of your stockings, attached to their garter. Another cough.

“Sister, would you like a glass of water?” Papa asks tersely, not looking up from his papers this time. At your hum of agreement he rises, crosses to his serving cart and pours you a glass of water from a decorated decanter. He hands it to you and sits back behind his desk, pausing when he sees your now highly revealed leg. He arches a brow, shakes himself, and goes back to his papers.

You bring your habit slightly higher as you sip quietly. When you clear your throat once more to indicate the empty water glass, Papa makes a startled noise. The habit has now been raised enough to offer the antipope a small peek of your black lace panties and your garter belt attached to the black stockings. He opens his mouth as if to speak and closes it. He finally tries again.

“Sister, perhaps you could fix your habit? I can see…” he trails off.

“You can see what, Papa?” You deliberately spread your leg another inch or so, affording him a clear view of the crotch of your panties. A swell of pride rises in your chest when you see him flush slightly under his papal paint.

“It’s nothing. You’re dismissed.” Papa waves his hand at you, attempting to busy himself with his work again, but clearly flustered.

“But Papa, I have another hour left of my silent penance!” You attempt a sound of innocence, but it comes off as knowing and teasing. His leg is bouncing under his desk and the flush is still deepening.

“Sister...your punishment is over. You may leave.” You sigh, slightly disappointed, and rise to leave affording him with one more glance at your lace-covered ass. “But do come back, should you ever feel the need to repent.”

A sly wink tossed over your shoulder and a flick of your habit is the last thing that Papa sees as you click the door shut behind you. Visit later, you shall.

#lorraine writes #fics #ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #papa emeritus #cardinal copia #copia #popia #papa iv #papa emeritus iv

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ellaenchanting · 4 years

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Evil Disney Princess File Script

The file is here if you want to listen first/listen along.

(Note: There’s a bit more kind of standard issue hypnosis talky talk that’s at the beginning of the file if you’re listening along. This is literally the script I used when recording so there are notes just for me- for example, when it says “sing” I sing a little song. Yes really. :) Minor wording in the file is also different- scripting just helps me get the gist.)

Warnings are spoilers and are at the bottom.

So, we often think of hypnosis as this really different state but actually it’s not so dissimilar from states we enter every day. Maybe when you’re watching TV you feel a little entranced, like you’re focused on the screen and paying less attention to the outside world. Sometimes it happens when you’re watching a movie or a play. Sometimes it happens when you’re reading a book. I know that’s happened to me- I get so absorbed in a story that all of a sudden I look up and hours have passed without me realizing it. Or I’m so focused that someone will call my name and I won’t even hear them. And it can be nice to be lost in the pages really identifying with the main character in that book.

So, in your mind, I want you to imagine you’re about to read a book. It’s an old book- a book of fairy tales. You can imagine the colorful cover and maybe what the weight of that book would be in your hands. Maybe it even has an old musty book smell. But- go ahead and imagine opening the cover

and as you open that cover, you begin to read the story of a traveller who is on their way to a new town. And that traveller is standing on the edge of a peaceful woods about to walk down the path that will lead to their next adventure. The day is bright and clear and it’s a perfect temperature for walking. The book describes the smell of the pine trees and the song of the birds and how the traveller’s feet feel as they walk forward and you start to feel like you’re there walking through the woods too.

And as you keep walking down the path, you notice that the woods are getting a little bit darker because the branches of the trees are covering the sky a little bit more, But it’s still plenty light enough to see and you can enjoy the patterns that shade and sunlight make as you walk on and on, deeper and deeper

And as you walk on, you start to notice the woods getting quieter and quieter as you go deeper and deeper down the path. It’s like there are less animals here as the woods grows darker and darker- branches blotting out more and more of the sun. But the path in front of you is still clear and so it’s easy to walk on and on even as it’s deeper and darker, darker and deeper with every step.

And walking and walking over time you start to lose a sense of how long you’ve been walking and waling deeper and further into these woods. It feels like it should be afternoon but the woods have gotten so dark that it’s hard to tell. Only bits of light as you walk on and on longer and longer and you follow the path as it gets windier and less predictable but you can see enough just to follow deeper and deeper darker and darker and the light slooooowly disappear fading out one by one until they’re gone.

And it’s so dark. Deep, dark woods. Black, like midnight. And you aren’t even sure you’re on a path anymore.

Maybe you’re completely lost.

And suddenly, as you realize how lost you are

you see a faint light in the distance

And as that light catches your eye, you start moving closer and closer to it almost running through the woods

and as you start to get nearer, you see the light is from a clearing, a treeless spot where the light shines through

and as you walk even closer to that clearing, you notice a beautiful little cottage there with smoke coming out of the chimney

the cottage is red with a white fence around it, with a lovely garden growing in the yard

and as you approach it, you feel so relived, feeling lighter and happier and excited to see whoever lives there.

And when you finally arrive, you knock on the door and a beautiful young woman appears. She’s attired simply in a long sleeved dress. Her long , flowing hair cascades around her shoulders and she greets you with a bright smile.

“Hello!” she says. “A visitor! I don’t have this many visitors this deep into the woods!”

You explain to her your quest to find your lost love and she listens, a look of understanding and sympathy on her face.

“Well- you must come inside! You must be exhausted!” she says.

And as you walk inside the house, you start to see a very strange sight. All around the woman’s house, there are the cutest, most jolly looking animals you’ve even seen. But- unlike the animals you’re used to seeing in the woods, they don’t seem to be scared of you. In fact, these creatures seem oddly…productive and focused. There are otters using scrub-rushes to slide back and forth, cleaning the wooden floor. There are mice in the corner, appearing to use their mouths and claws to sew an intricate evening gown. There’s a deer watching a kettle over the fireplace, seemingly waiting for it to boil. The whole house is full of little colored birds, singing and tweeting a cheerful song.

The woman smiles at you, and for a moment joins in.

singing

Then she looks back at you.

“Oh don’t mind them. These are my woodland friends!’

She starts to sing again

Then she says “ Come say hello everyone!”

All of a sudden, there’s a line of chipmunks, birds, squirrels, deer- all bowing down deeply in front of you. When they’re finished, they go back to their tasks.

And you sit there, kind of puzzled.

“Well,” says the woman, “I’ve lived out here all by myself for many years. I had to leave the village very quickly when I was younger. I’ve need to make these good friends to help me survive out here in the woods.”

She smiles openheartedly at you as you reflect on how difficult it must have been for her, out here alone for so long. And at this moment, you vow that you help this woman in whatever way you can.

“Why you must be starved!” she announces, and then begins to sing again. This time, you notice all the animals stop their tasks and almost have a blank look of their faces as she sings. Like they’re listening and waiting for something.

“Now, go make our new friend some dinner, little friends!” the woman says.

And suddenly, the cottage kitchen becomes a whirl of activity. The badgers bake bread, the possums go to the pantry, the mice add spice to a savory cooking stew. All of this time, the birds fly around, helping and singing back the same sweet song the woman had been singing before.

You sit back and watch for a moment, feeing thoroughly enchanted, before turning your attention back to the woman. Something about her words and sweet voice are mesmerizing. There’s…maybe a little part of you itching at your brain that tells you something feels off. Or odd. Like maybe…this shouldn’t be happening.

But when you try and think about that you find your mind turning to how nice this cabin is and how good it smells and how thoroughly beguiled you feel by this young woman.

This feeling continues through dinner as you sit and eat and share company. The woman pours you some scented wine and asks you so many questions about who you are, where you come from, who might be expecting you back at home after your trip-and you reveal to her that you’re a single, lonely traveller wandering from place to place to find work. She pours you even more wine and coos about how lonely that must be for you and how you must always have to be on your guard and how nice it must be to be in a safe place where you can relax.

She’s right. The wine must be getting to you because all of a sudden you’re feeling so sleepy. You try and ask her a question about herself out of politeness but she laughs that off as she continues to talk in a lilting, beautiful voice about how tired you must be. You’re starting to feel floaty and detached and asleep and

all of a sudden, you feel a peck peck peck on your forehead- you notice that you’re lying in an comfortable bed and that you must have fallen asleep.

The peck peck pecking continues as you feel something nuzzling your leg. And then, a strange sensation, like a small paw attempting to grab your hand.

You open your eyes and at first all you can see is darkness. It’s a dark, deep night. But then, as your eyes adjust, you see a bird at your shoulder pecking frantically. There’s also an deer nuzzling your legs insistently while an otter appears to be grabbing and pulling your hand.

The bird notices you’re awake and flies right in front of your eyes. It starts to make a quiet but frantic cry over and over again. “Get up!” you can almost hear it say. “Get up!”

Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming in from the other room. The otter and deer retreat but the bird somehow becomes more frantic, singing louder now.

But you find, all of a sudden, that your eyes close and your body becomes heavy and unable to move as the women enters the room.

The singing stops as you can feel the bird standing still on your forehead.

“Now what’s going on here?” says the voice of the woman. “Little bird, are you trying to instigate something here? You know it will do no good- for you or for them.” She sings.

“Perch on my finger so I can see you. Very good. I don’t care what kind noble prince you were, you should have been smart enough to know not to go against me in my own house. Now

(song) you will fly out the window and launch yourself into the jaws and claws of the nearest cat you can find. GO.”

And there’s a frantic bird cry before you hear the sound of the window being shut.

You feel the pressure of a lone finger on your forehead as the voice says “Sleep. It was all a dream.”

And when you wake up the next morning, you have a strange feeling that something happened last night, but no clear idea of what it was.

You get up and get ready and notice that the young woman is already moving around the cottage.

“Good morning, sleepyhead” she giggles. “I didn’t know if you’d ever wake up.”

You thank her and explain your plan to continue your journey through the woods.

“Of course!” she says. “I wouldn’t want to delay you too long. But before you go, let me feed you a warm breakfast and a nice cup of tea”

You sit down and she brings the breakfast to the table along with a wonderful smelling big cup of tea.

“Drink up now” she says with a smile.

You take a sip as she nods encouragingly. Then another. It tastes so good.

“Every drop” she says as you drink the rest.

You’re starting to feel a familiar wooziness as you drink more. Like maybe you’re losing your energy just a bit. You start to feel like you’re sinking into the chair. Or maybe like you’re shrinking down a bit

and then, you realize you are shrinking. You’re getting closer and closer to the ledge of the table and then it’s above you and becoming bigger and bigger and you grow smaller and smaller and your legs and arms are sprouting hair all over as they grow shorter and shorter and you’re smaller and smaller and you try and yell but you have no words anymore as your brain just shrinks shrinks along with you and you feel a long wiry tail burst out as you’re on your hands and knees as you shrink and sink and squeak and squeak and squeak realize…you’re a mouse.

She changed you into a mouse.

And you can feel her now giant hand pick you up and put you in her palm, raising it to her face.

“Hello, little mouse. We’re going to become very good friends. Now”

Sing.

Your mind goes blank

“You’re going to learn how to help with the sewing”

And so, blankly and meekly, you’re carried to the next room and into your new life.

Very good.

And now, you can feel yourself on that last page of the fairytale book. Knowing that it’s about to close and when it does, you can remember this entire story but you can also leave it behind along with feeling of being that traveller or that mouse. So now we can close the book and return you to your normal self, coming back up feeling good at the count of 5.

Wakener

Warnings: Some scary elements, animal transformation, mediocre singing

#hypnosis induction #file script #evil Disney princess

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slashhinginghasher · 4 years

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Icy - Jesse Cromeans x OFC

Marena accompanies Jesse on a business trip to New York. Jesse bitches about the weather and smut ensues.

Note: Marena is my OC. This is not a reader insert fic

She was fucking with him.

She had to be fucking with him, because the thermometer on the wall read 20°F and she was hanging out on the balcony, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there were icicles hanging from the eaves. Jesse had the heat in the luxury hotel room cranked up to 75°, was wearing a cashmere sweater and two pairs of socks, and Marena was outside in short sleeves casually sipping a drink like she was on a tropical beach. Actually, Jesse had never seen her look as content on a tropical beach as she did standing there in the frigid winter evening.

As much as Jesse loved New York - or at least the idea of New York - the winters there were goddamn unpleasant. He was a southern boy through and through; any temperature below 50° was unnatural. Next time, his clients could come to him, and to hell with “convenience” or “professional courtesy”. It was difficult to maintain a proper air of menace when one was shivering and wrapped in approximately ten different layers. Simply put, the cold pissed him off, and watching Marena lounge in it like a cat in a sunbeam pissed him off more. For the sake of his ego, he had to believe she was actually freezing her tiny tits off and just pretending to enjoy herself to piss him off.

Speaking of the blue-eyed devil...

Marena threw open the balcony door, letting a gust of freezing air into Jesse’s barely-tolerable haven. She paused in the doorway, blinked hard and coughed once as the warmth swept over her, then tossed the door shut carelessly behind her as she made her way to the kitchen. The door stopped just short of fully closed, winter chill creeping in through the one-inch gap. Jesse was irritated, he really was, but Marena rarely showed much skin, even in the middle of a Floridian summer, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to appreciate what he was presented with.

The sleeve of her shirt slipped off one shoulder as she refilled her glass, the upper edges of the scars on her back and torso peeking out from the low neckline. Her shorts hugged her tight little ass in a way that made Jesse’s hands jealous. As he watched her swallow a mouthful of dark red liquid, Jesse felt his own mouth going dry.

“What.”

Marena was watching him watch her, the flat tone of her voice bringing the word closer to a statement then a question. Jesse lifted his eyes from his perusal of her bare legs, letting all the heat and aggravation show plainly on his face.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the view, but are you fucking kidding me?” he signed.

Marena tilted her head and furrowed her brow slightly.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

She glanced down at her outfit.

“Clothes. Probably.”

“It’s subarctic out there, who the hell do you think you’re trying to impress?”

“Subarctic, my ass,” Marena scoffed quietly, returning to the lounge area and planting said ass on the coffee table in front of Jesse. This close, he could smell the fruitiness of her drink and the crisp, cold air that clung to her hair and skin.

"There is frost on the windows," Jesse pointed out. "The railing is fucking iced over. Arctic."

“I grew up subarctic,” Marena retorted. “This is not arctic.” She took another healthy swig of her drink. Cherry juice, Jesse thought, based on the color.

“Details, details. Point is, it’s freezing, and you’re dressed like a PIGGY.”

Marena’s gaze snapped sharply to Jesse’s, the slight clenching of her jaw the only sign of a shift in her mood. Jesse and Marena often argued over the parameters that designated a person as “deserving to die”, each having very different ideas on the subject. They’d had a fairly heated debate about it over the body of a socialite just before leaving for New York. Like most of their “discussions” on the topic, it had ended with blood shed on both sides, Jesse inside her, and absolutely nothing resolved.

Secretly, Jesse adored their fights. So few people ever stood up to him (Preston didn’t count - he was annoying in a bad way and nowhere near as sexy) and the fact that Marena was half his size and could still hold her own made things even more entertaining. He was uncertain if Marena enjoyed butting heads half as much as he did. Granted, it was usually impossible to tell if Marena enjoyed anything; her default mode was “seconds away from violence” and her poker face rivaled Asa’s.

“All I’m saying,” Jesse continued with a smirk, “is this is HIGHLY out of character. One might think you were trying to SEDUCE me.” He traced a finger down from the hollow of her throat, barely clearing her collarbone before she swatted his hand away. He moved to touch her again, but was interrupted by a gust of freezing wind blowing a small flurry of snow through the gap in the door. Jesse shot to his feet with a glare that had, in other circumstances, reduced grown men to tears. He slammed the door shut hard enough to make the glass shudder, then threw himself back down on the sofa with a huff. Marena studied the bottom of her now-empty glass, unimpressed with Jesse’s flare of temper.

“Are all Americans such pussies about weather, or is it just you?”

Jesse snarled. Both hands shot out, grabbing the girl by the shirt and yanking her into his lap. He crushed his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue into her mouth before she could even think of biting him. She tasted like cherries, and the fact that she was kissing him back so readily made him think there may have been more than fruit juice in her drink. Marena didn’t fuck sober, at least not without a fight.

Breaking the kiss, he threw her down on the sofa cushions, pushed her shirt up over her breasts, and immediately got to work biting and licking a trail down the scar over her heart. Marena’s hands were moving somewhere around his belt, but he was so consumed in the taste of her skin that he paid them no mind.

At least until she wrapped her ice cold fingers around his cock.

Jesse jerked back like he’d been electrocuted, and Marena laughed.

Her laugh was as sharp as the rest of her, and so rarely given that Jesse could probably count the number of times he’d heard it on one hand. Now, like each of the other times, the sound awakened a fluttering storm in his stomach. And it wasn’t just arousal, either; they were full-on teenage-girl-writing-in-her-diary butterflies. Marena had a knack for getting under his skin like no one else he’d met, both figuratively and literally. He still had the scars from their first meeting to prove it. And judging by the subtle gleam in her eyes, she knew damn well what kind of effect she had on him.

He was glaring at her now, and she was still laughing, her nose scrunched up and her hair spread around her like a black halo, and the only way he could think to shut her up was to kiss her again and shove his hand down her shorts.

She stiffened and bit down on his lip when he pressed a finger to her clit. He drew a slow, rough circle around the little nub, then dipped lower and traced her entrance with a calloused fingertip. Marena drew in a short, shuddering breath and shifted her hips almost imperceptibly closer to his hand. That was all the invitation he needed to keep going. He rubbed a little harder, moved a little faster, adding a second finger to his ministrations when he felt her slickness growing. He pressed his mouth to hers until their teeth clicked together, swallowing her silent gasp as he slid his fingers into her heat.

He pumped his hand shallowly a few times before pulling out completely, curling his fingers as he withdrew. Marena fixed him with a look bordering on open hatred as he slid those two fingers into his mouth and slooooowly sucked them clean. It was as close to begging as he could get her without a lot of work - work he had no patience for at this particular moment - and he’d take what he could get.

Jesse ripped her shorts off and tossed them behind him, then pushed his own slacks just far enough down his hips for his hardened cock to spring free. He lined himself up with her entrance, and, too eager to tease, thrust his entire length inside with a single fluid movement. Marena’s back arched, head thrown back and fingers digging into the armrest hard enough for her nails to leave marks in the fabric. Jesse held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her tight heat around him, before grabbing her hips and beginning to thrust in earnest.

The room was nearly silent except for the sounds of skin against skin and harsh, shuddering breathing. It was fast and rough, fucking stripped down to its bare essentials. Marena’s gaze was fixed somewhere on the ceiling behind Jesse’s head, and she clapped a hand over her mouth as her inner walls tightened, teeth sinking into the meat of her palm until it bled. Pace faltering, Jesse pulled Marena’s hand away from her mouth and raised it to his own lips, latching onto the wound and sucking hard. The familiar coppery taste burst across his tongue, triggering his own orgasm as he fucked her through her climax.

Jesse slumped forward in a boneless haze, pressing a trail of kisses up Marena’s throat and over her jaw, leaving a final nip just below her ear. Marena ran a shaking hand through her hair and tried to wiggle her way out from under him. Not happening. Jesse tucked himself away with one hand, the other holding Marena’s wrist to keep her from escaping. He sprawled across the couch and pulled her to him, her back against his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist. Marena made an annoyed little growl deep in her throat, but offered no other resistance to his post-sex cuddliness.

Jesse smiled against her hair. For the first time since arriving in New York, he felt warm.

#gets home from work and immediately spends 8 hours banging out this bad boy #first time writing spicy content please be nice #i just had a thought that if jesse could talk he'd probably have a southern accent and hoooooooooo BOI #jesse has it baaaaaaaddddd lmao #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #laid to rest #marena polunochnaya #my writing #my character

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quicksilversquared · 6 years

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Adrien and the Locked Car

Adrien has locked his keys in the car again and has to call up Marinette to have her bring the spare set of keys so he can get back in the car and continue on his merry way.

Unfortunately, it's not that easy. With the keyhole on the car door rusted shut (thanks so much, Plagg), Adrien has to find another way to get in.

(AO3) (FF.net)

Adrien was fairly positive that he had the absolute worst luck in the world. Here he stood in the pouring rain, right next to his nice, dry car, and his keys were locked inside.

Of course.

Normally, it wouldn't be a huge deal. Adrien would just have Plagg phase inside the car and open it from the inside like he normally did (unfortunately, Adrien seemed to have quite the habit of locking his keys inside the car; he had been trying to be better about it, but apparently his efforts had been in vain), but Plagg had been feeling a little ill and so he had been left at home with Marinette while Adrien ran a few errands.

Of course.

Sighing, Adrien called up Marinette. He knew that they had an extra set of keys for the car back in their apartment, and though the battery on that car fob only worked periodically, it had a key that he could use to get into the car again.

"Adrien," Marinette sighed in exasperation as soon as Adrien broke the news. "Again?"

"Could you pretty please bring the spare set of keys?" Adrien asked hopefully. "I'm by the bank."

"On my way," Marinette promised. "But it might take a while, since I think I just saw the bus go by."

Adrien tried not to groan. As he hung up, the rain came down harder and he scuttled back to the closest shop to hide under the awning while he waited for Marinette. It took a bit- apparently she had just missed the previous bus- but then he saw her Ladybug-patterned umbrella bobbing down the sidewalk, and he eagerly bounced forward to meet her.

"I brought the keys," Marinette greeted him, rolling up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "How did you lock yourself out again? All you have to do is just use the keys to lock the door once you've gotten out!"

Adrien just grinned at her sheepishly. "I just got used to using the buttons on the inside to lock my door as soon as I opened it when the Gorilla drove me around after some fangirl tried slipping in after I got out so she could pounce on me when I got back in after that photoshoot. It didn't work, obviously- the Gorilla tossed her out- but I did that for so long that it's automatic now. I don't think I've ever actually remembered to use the key fob to lock the car, only unlock it."

"I'm gonna tape over that button," Marinette decided as Adrien led the way through the parking lot to their car. "I'm taping over it and writing 'NO. BAD ADRIEN' in all capitals on it, so you'll notice every time you go for it."

Adrien laughed.

They arrived at the car, and Adrien eagerly shoved the keys Marinette had brought into the lock on the car door so they could get out of the rain and he could drive them back home.

Or, rather, he tried to shove the key into the lock. Only the tip of the key went in, and then it got stuck. All the jiggling and pushing couldn't get it to go any further in or turn even a millimeter. Adrien frowned, pulled the key out, and tried again.

The same thing happened. The key just didn't want to go in.

Adrien tried the key fob, and as he expected, it didn't work. They really needed to look into getting a new battery put into it so they would have two functional sets of keys, but they hadn't exactly had the time recently, not with school in session giving Adrien a million papers to correct, and with Marinette buried in orders from her online boutique.

"Let me try," Marinette suggested. She took the keys and tried and, just like Adrien, didn't have any success. Frowning, she crouched down and peered at the lock.

"It's rusted shut," Marinette said, She sounded rather confused. "Adrien, isn't this a fairly new car?"

"Yeah, it is." Adrien frowned, leaning down next to her to peer at the lock again. Sure enough, the brownish red color of rust covering the entire lock was unmistakable. "Oh, that's weird."

"Bad luck," Marinette commented. She tried the dead key fob again in vain, giving it a shake in annoyance when it didn't respond. "Ugh, I should have brought Tikki, but she was taking care of Plagg."

Something clicked in Adrien's mind. "Oh! Plagg! I always have him open the door for me when I lock myself out, and he usually phases right through that part of the door. I bet he accidentally caused the rusting."

Marinette sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right."

"I'll have to get in some other way, then," Adrien decided. He glanced towards the car. "Pity that the back door doesn't have any locks on it. It wouldn't be that hard to just crawl over to the front seat." He started walking around to the back of the car, scanning it for some other way to get in. Surely it wasn't only the driver's side door that had a lock on it?

Just as he was rounding the back of the car, Adrien caught a small flash of silver on the trunk. He paused and- yes, there was a lock on his trunk, too.

...well, he didn't really have anything to lose, did he? Just his dignity.

Sighing, Adrien unlocked his trunk and opened it. Marinette came around to watch as he started to try to climb in.

"Adrien, hiding from your problems isn't going to help anything," she scolded, though there was a definite giggle in her voice. "Silly kitty, what are you doing?"

"Trying to find the latch on this seat," Adrien huffed, trying to ignore the metal digging uncomfortably into his stomach as he wriggled forward into the cramped space. "It flips down, and then hopefully I'll be able to crawl through."

Marinette hastily muffled another snort.

After another few minutes of fumbling in the dark trunk, Adrien finally managed to find the little lever and trip it. The leftmost part of the back seat slooooowly inched downward as he pushed at it, sticky from disuse, and then Adrien was able to size up the hole it gave him.

...that was pretty pitiful, actually. Adrien was really glad that he wasn't any wider than he was, because as it was he was going to have a fun time shimmying his shoulders through the gap that the lowered seat left.

"How's it going, kitty?" Marinette wanted to know as Adrien worked on heaving his lower body into the trunk. He was really glad that he was just wearing a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt, because otherwise he would be concerned about things snagging and ripping. As it was, his rear was getting rather wet from the rain. "Any progress?"

"Got the seat down," Adrien reported. He wriggled again, and found that his hips seemed to be annoyingly snagged on the lip of the trunk. "...could I maybe get some help? I'm stuck."

"Oh, is that what all of the butt-wriggling was about? I thought you were just imitating a cat about to pounce. I was enjoying the show."

"Mariiiii."

She giggled again, and then Adrien felt her arms wrap around his legs to hoist his hips into the air. He wriggled forward on his stomach, forcing his shoulders through the gap in the seats. It was a slow process, since his shoulders were wider than the gap and he had to twist to fit through, and Adrien mentally cursed his decision to not get a hatchback car or station wagon instead of the sleek sedan. It would have been so. much. easier. to just be able to climb over the seat instead of having to try to fit through the hole that one seat left.

Didn't the other seats go down, too? Maybe he should have tried to get those down first before trying to climb through. It was too late to try that now, since he already had his shoulders through and his arms pinned by his side. Adrien hunched up and pulled his feet fully into the trunk, shoving against the back to push himself through.

As soon as he pushed himself past the widest part of his body, it was as though a dam had burst. His shove on the trunk pushed him so far forward that he only just avoided whacking his head on the back of the driver's seat.

"Almost there!" Marinette called encouragingly. She was grinning at him through the window. "Do you want me to close your trunk before it gets soaked?"

"Yes please!"

Now that his arms were free, Adrien could pull himself forward, not that he exactly had a lot of space to work with. Since he was tall, he needed lots of space to maneuver...and he also always had the driver's seat all the way back, which didn't leave a whole lot of space in the back.

...maybe he should have asked Marinette to do the crawling through the car part. Since she was both smaller and more flexible, she would surely have had an easier time.

"At least this didn't happen while you were at school!" Marinette called through the window as Adrien contorted himself into a weird position to try to pull his legs free of the trunk. "Your students might have seen you then!"

Adrien just grumbled and wriggled, then frantically clung to the seat so that he wouldn't fall from the seat to the floor and get impossibly stuck there.

After a few more minutes of squirming, a disgruntled (and rumpled) Adrien finally clambered over the center console and into the driver's seat, where his working car keys waited. He collapsed and let out a long sigh.

That had been more work than he had anticipated.

A sudden snort from the opposite side of the car made Adrien glance over, and he saw Marinette standing next to the passenger side door, looking very amused. He frowned at her decidedly impish expression. "What?"

"Adrien?"

"Yeah?"

"This door has a lock, too."

#Miraculous Ladybug #My writing #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste

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lizardrosen · 7 years

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Les Misérables at the Cadillac Palace Theater (October 17)

I saw Les Mis live for the first time ever, last night and boy oh BOY do I have a lot of thoughts!

Act I

Very dark, except when it was bright on a specific person for emotional impact

THAT TRIANGLE OF THE SHIP with the rowers and then Javert standing and looking over all of them!

Specific light on each person singing their bit “I know she’ll wait, I know that she’ll be true” etc.

So many beautiful little moments as Valjean is on parole! A little girl falls down and he tries to help her, but her parents whisk her away :(

A perfect Bishop Myriel, and the literal mob that brings Valjean back with torches, and then he sends Baptistine in to get the candlesticks, so good!

The stormclouds during Valjean’s Soliloquy, the light, the way he turns away and then back, and his very real struggle

I like this Fantine a LOT, especially how quiet and despairing “I Dreamed A Dream” starts out, ah!

So DARK, ugh, is this necessary

Love the courtroom in Arras, love the confrontation!

Valjean is so gentle with Fantine and then later so playful with Cosette, good dad, A+

Thenardiers were an appropriate level of silly, but also had that dark underbelly of humanity side to them

Moving buildings! Gavroche is such a presence from the start. Also, he was absolutely teeny

Enjolras looks like a young god, and has a strong voice to match

Marius had the perfect curly black hair, and a fitting air of melancholy

The Robbery is much better onstage than the soundtrack or movie made it

at the end of the robbery when Javert's like "clear this garbage off the street," Gavroche chases the people off too and says like "you heard the man, get out of here, we don't have all day" and meanwhile the buildings are rolling off, so it's just him and Javert looking at each other, and Gavroche smiles and slooooowly raises his hand in a salute

STARS! The way there’s more of them little by little and they get brighter, and the light on him gets brighter by the end. At one point he kneels down (and this Javert played it like he honestly believed he was praying and faithful in the name of the Law), and the shadow hit the posts of the bridge in a very cool way. Very good. (And Gavroche, watching, because of course he is)

This Eponine is amazing and powerful and has good chemistry with Marius, poor baby.

The Amis have a good group dynamic but I can’t tell them apart — I did figure out who Courfeyrac and Combeferre are by the end of the play

Gavroche screaming to get their attention to tell them Lamarque is dead, and then absolute silence and he gets a little nervous, but says it anyway!!

When Enjolras says “they will come when we call!” most of the Amis are in a group around him, and Grantaire stands close by, almost a part of them, but removed, still. Marius is even further back, torn but turning towards the doorway (and Cosette). Grantaire grabs Gavroche before “Do You Hear The People Sing” starts, but the kid is still devoted to the cause, despite his efforts

This was honestly the first time I’ve truly understood and liked “In My Life” which just goes to show how good this Cosette is

MARIUS is such a DORK when he meets Cosette! There’s a part where his voice goes really high, a part where he’s still knocking on the door but she’s already snuck outside and is behind him, and he did the “I don’t know what to say” just perfectly and adorably.

EPONINE, daughter of a wolf, what a good moment, and you truly believe she will do anything to defend this house against her father!

Then when Valjean comes out to see what’s going on, Marius is still trying to talk to Cosette, and Eponine has to shove him behind a pillar so he won’t be seen. It was a short moment but very nicely done

During One Day More, everyone had their own pools of different colored light, and it was very cool

THE RED FLAG CATCHING THE LIGHT AS THEY WAVE IT!!!!

Act II

Valjean and Cosette leaving Rue Plumet and Eponine meeting Valjean

The Barricade comes back into place behind her as she finishes “On My Own,” and she just starts handing off chairs as if she belongs there

Javert fought back a little after he was caught but at least he didn’t punch anyone

So DARK and everyone blended into the background, bleh!

Good “Little Fall of Rain” Eponine had very convincing death rattles, and everyone in the background, close enough for solidarity, but not intruding. GRANTAIRE pulling Gavroche away so he doesn’t need to look, sad babies!

There was a bit after Little Fall, where Marius and one other person have their guns at the ready, and Enjolras just touches his arm and says "Marius. Get some rest." A quiet and good moment.

During Grantaire’s part of “Drink With Me,” everyone grabs him to get him to shut up, but Enjolras just walks slowly down to his level, grabs the bottle and stares at him until he retreats to his wall, and Gavroche comforts him but he slowly sinks down to the floor

THE LIGHTING when Gavroche dies — he's singing the Little People song, and then you hear the shot, and everything freezes, and then he sings the next verse faster, like he's trying to get away, and THEN he climbs over the top and raises the cartridge box over his head victoriously, and then there's two streams of light in an X just as he's shot and falls into Enjolras' arms

The moment with the wagon at the end of the shooting, and Javert makes a cross over Gavroche, but still has him tossed in with the rest, unceremoniously. As it should be

DOG EAT DOG was perfect. He’s truly evil and horrible, and glories in it!

The projections as Valjean carries Marius through the sewers could have been corny and lame, but it worked!

The lighting as Valjean and Javert meet

JAVERT’S SUICIDE

I REALLY liked how he did this one

when he's first singing, he almost sounds like he's about to CRY because his world's been upturned, not because he's sad

and then it's like a rubberband stretching and he flips to being completely unhinged, and it was gorgeous in a horrible kind of way

and he's pacing across the stage trying to convince someone who isn't there that he knows what he's talking about, needing to justify *any* decision

At “the world I have known is lost in shadow” (maybe) there was a percussion bit that sounded like marimba or something just swelling underneath his existential crisis

People make fun of the effect where the bridge flies up to look like he’s falling down, but they SHOULDN’T because it was AWESOME and sad, especially as the darkness swallows him up and we’re left with the haunting reprise of Stars

The candles used in “Turning” are later picked up by the Amis as Marius sings “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables” and then they blow out the candles all at once. Marius hit a perfect combination of sad and angry and lost, and then Enjolras is the last one to leave, and they share this look, both so sorry for what’s happened, but not quite hopeless, and they hold their candles out to each other. Finally Marius blows out his candle and raises it up as the darkness grows around him.

Valjean’s Confession was really good, and Marius trying so hard to understand and help and make things better

The Wedding was unremarkable (and one of the brightest things in this production, but still SO dark, whyyy?) but the Thenardiers were an appropriate level of ridiculous, and I adored Mme. Thenardier’s purple dress with the lace and the FEATHERS.

I cried my eyes out at the Epilogue, which I often find a little boring, but in this case the dim light REALLY worked to get across Valjean’s despair and isolation. And then Fantine and Cosette’s white dresses really shone out to bring light back into his world.

“To love another person is to see the face of God” literally gave me chills, and then “Do You Hear The People Sing” was SO GOOD

#les mis #pilferingapples #long post #valjean #javert #marius #enjolras #eponine #gavroche #is this grantaire #thenardiers #not quite liveblogging my life

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anyway-i-love-vanderwood · 7 years

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hiii! i love your blog, you're really good at writing! could i request minor trios reactions to, when not dating MC, waking up in the same bed as MC after getting drunk? (not like they did the do while drunk, just like drunkenly cuddled them or something) sorry if this is weirdly worded! thank you :)

✿ Omfg this is so cute.

Wakes up with his face tucked against the back of your neck, all big-spoon style.

At first, he thinks he’s with Rika, so he doesn’t question why there’s someone in his bed. It takes him running a finger across your cheek - and you making a small noise as it stirs you into wakefulness - for him to realize that

wait

shit

you are not his ex-fiancee.

He gasps out your name, immediately pulling away from you and patting at desperately at himself. Only relaxing marginally when he realizes he has clothes on, he apologizes profusely to you. It’s unclear what, exactly, he’s apologizing for, but he’s certainly sorry about it.

(it’s almost like waking up to an alarm clock - the same, repetitive noise sounding over and over again.)

Your first concern ends up being calming V down, and you lean across the bed, putting your hands on his shoulders as you try to snap him out of his panic.

Telling him that it’s just as much your fault as his - though neither of you really know how you got into this predicament - you say that it’s fine, you’re pretty positive it was just cuddling.

you were drunk, and platonic cuddling is super a thing! neither of you have to worry. this was all definitely platonic.

(V seems to be calming down, and you swear internally as you realize how cute he is with a bedhead shiiiit.)

Wanting desperately to change the subject, V offers you some tea since, you know, you’re over here and. Uh. Yes. You accept, and he goes the extra mile to make you breakfast.

Unbeknownst to you, that is, in part, because he’s desperately trying to think about anything other than how amazingly he’d slept last night. Not a single nightmare had plagued him when he’d had your warmth in his arms.

s h i t.

Unknown (Saeran)

You wake up. You have no shirt on - though your pants and underwear are wholly intact - and Saeran is sprawled across you, face planted directly against your chest.

A few things become clear to you in that moment. One - this little piece of shit drools, and you’ve got this gross, wet patch on your skin. Two - you have a small demon trying to claw its way out of your skull, and you regret having ever thought challenging Saeran to a drinking contest would be a good idea. And three…

…When he’s sleeping, he looks so peaceful that it almost hurts your heart to see. Had you ever seen him so divorced from the worries of the waking world?

Face heating up in a blush, you stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. This is embarrassing, you’re in bed with a guy (though you find no evidence of having done anything more lewd than cuddling), but you also know that said guy doesn’t often get a lot of sleep, and you feel bad about waking him up.

also. he. might be mad at you when he wakes up, and blame you for the current situation.

this was probably going to embarrass him mightily.

Wanting to preserve his pride, you start slooooowly trying to ease yourself out from under him. Unfortunately, Saeran - in his state - was not keen on letting you go easily.

Damn. This boy is like a vice.

and now he’s rubbing his face against your chesT OKAY THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH.

“SAERAN, WAKE UP.”

Saeran whines about it, at least until he actually opens his eyes and realizes what he is doing.

it’s hard to say whether Saeran kicks you off the bed or if he uses you as a launching board for getting off the bed, but either way, the both of you end up on the floor and he is flinging accusations at you.

You - being hungover - decide this is bullshit, so you tell him to shut up until you’ve had some advil. He doesn’t shut up, so you throw your shirt at his face and storm out of the room.

Neither of you talk to each other for the rest of the day, except for when you both tell Saeyoung - who saw you collapse together last night - to shut up.

Vanderwood

It’s a slow, golden morning - just around dawn - and you wake up at approximately the same time as Vanderwood does, almost like your schedules and habits are linked.

You’re facing them, they’ve got their arms around you, and their face is so close that you can see the details of their incredibly pretty lashes.

For a long moment, the two of you stare at each other in uncomprehending disbelief. There’s also admiration, though both of you are unaware that you’re mutually admiring each others eyes.

You’re the first to speak. “Uh,” you say. There’s ample room for you to continue, but you don’t particularly know what to say so you trail off.

Vanderwood is the first to break contact, and they gently extract themselves from you before saying in a dull voice, “I’m going to take a shower.”

They vacate the room quite quickly after that.

You remain in the bed, staring numbly at the ceiling. It’s only now starting to kick in that, oh shit, you were cuddling with Vanderwood oh godahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, and your brain goes into alarm mode as you try to figure out what to do about this.

You’re still wearing your clothes, so you figure that… everything is probably fine? probably fine. Friends drunkenly cuddle each other all the time, right? It’s not like it means anything.

(hahahahahahaha.)

Thirty minutes pass, and Vanderwood still hadn’t come back. You’re not entirely certain what to… do? Should you leave? You’d… kind of like a shower yourself, and it’d be weird to take one at their place probably…?

But you also don’t want to disappear without saying anything, so you go to the bathroom door to at least tell then what’s up.

strangely enough, though, you… don’t hear water running. Are they done with their shower? Stranger still, they don’t reply when you knock, and you’re getting genuinely worried as you call louder.

oh god did they fall and die.

Spurred by your worries, you throw open the door.

The first thing you notice is the smell of vomit. The second thing is that Vanderwood has shed their shirt - which is wet and balled up in the sink - and they’ve fallen asleep in the bathtub.

things slowly… start to connect. You’re not hungover, but all evidence seems to suggest that Vanderwood is, and you immediately feel a surge of pity for this poor idiot.

You know how they are about being untidy. Throwing up must be awful for them.

It takes a bit to wake them, and you help them up, even as they apologize and protest. You put them to bed, get them some water and some Advil, and tell them to stay put.

In a normal circumstance, they’d fight you more, but they’re too miserably sick to even move.

You do them the favor of closing the blinds before leaving to clean up, and you - most definitely - keep all thoughts of how nice it was to wake up next to someone out of your mind.

#Anonymous #mysme #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme reactions #mystic messenger reactions #mysme imagines #mystic messenger imagines #long post #mystic messenger spoilers #mysme spoilers #vanderwood #v #saeran choi

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