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When December comes | Hendery

✦ Hendery x reader x Lucas ✦ Fluff, Smut, Angst, Royalty AU, Nutcracker AU ✦ 3/5 for HOLIDAY SERIES: Once Upon A December

Summary: As an adopted legitimate princess and future queen of two kingdoms, you grew up proving yourself that you deserve the role that has given to you. Nothing is simple about being an adopted princess but being arranged to marry Prince Hendery turned your life upside down.He left you, eventually. And by the time he came back to your life, you have a loving boyfriend, and Prince Hendery…. is arranged to be married to your sister now.

Word count: 8,690k

Warnings: adopted reader (if thats triggering at any point, please click away) A lot of smut, unprotected sex, mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of other idols, fingering, mentions of rough sex, heavy cheating, major character death

A/N: PURE FICTION. This is a love triangle fic but not much focused to Lucas, more on Hendery. Inspired by a bunch of royalty movies, especially princess diaries, Nutcracker (ballet), inspired by the song Satisfied from Hamilton. Love writing for Hendery so much. Check my recent post for Hendery’s thirst photos whahaha, as per Lucas character here idk I always see him as sweet and lovable and he always knows what to do. The guy has serious good leadership skills if you haven’t’ notice and i think its sexy. I’m glad this didnt reach to 10k bc u know me i hate my works being long af haha enjoy reading mwa!

For @jeongyoonohs sorry it took me so long to finish this :( But this is for you!

OPENING

Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far away, ruled by a king and queen who can’t have a baby no matter how many times they’ve tried. The sad news spread all over the kingdom and caused chaos everywhere mainly because they were scared for the fall of their beloved kingdom.

But the king is wise. He made an alliance with the kingdom of his truest friend and together they helped each other’s kingdom by making an agreement. “I can’t have a child, but my queen and I have decided to adopt a baby girl,” the king says to his fellow king.

“And my wife is carrying a baby boy”

“It’s settled then. My adopted daughter will be arranged with your son, and someday be married to each other” They shook hands and made the agreement official by sealing it with their signatures and royal seals in front of their queens.

The kingdom that lost their trust with their king is now calmed relieved after hearing the great news of the two kingdoms having an alliance. And to fully earned their trust again, they searched far and wide for a baby girl that will soon be the future of their kingdom.

“And that baby girl is you my darling” your grandfather finishes his bedtime story to you. Caging you in his strong arms, cradling you like you’re truly related by blood. “Grow up as a fine woman and save this kingdom” he added. You embraced your grandfather back and smiled so sweetly at him, tracing his handsome features… then you remembered.

“Tell me the story about the Nutcracker prince,” you singsong to him. He doesn’t tell you the original story, but instead, he always tells you his version and it’s always better. His embrace became tighter, then he looked at his expensive watch to check how many minutes does he have left.

“Okay. I only have a few minutes left, princess” He started by introducing the Nutcracker prince to you which is actually magical because even though you’ve heard of this so many times it never gets old and you’re always excited to hear it again.

He described the prince as a soldier like him, but a younger version he says with a giggle. And that Nutcracker slash prince slash soldier is made specifically for you so that one day, the two of you can rule two kingdoms all at once. “Why do I need a prince?” you pout, and your grandfather is startled by your question.

“Well, jeez, I don’t know. I’m sure you can still be a fine queen without a prince, right?” he says while tucking you in and preparing you for bed. “But let’s just say that princesses like you need a proper man like the Nutcracker because… grandfather will not always be by your side” of course he can’t mention death to you, no, you’re too young to know about these things. So he kissed you goodnight on your forehead and promise to see you early in the morning again.

Growing up as an adopted princess was never easy because the eyes of a judging kingdom have always been against you and your family. That’s why as you grow up, you swore to yourself that you will prove them wrong and that you are the future of this kingdom. At a very young age, you made your parents proud of your gift of leadership and continue to make them proud by doing great in school.

Until one day, the queen finally got pregnant.

The kingdom became so busy about the queen’s pregnancy and literally, every person is excited about your baby sister. You were only nine years old and you were innocent as you can be so you don’t know that the attention is slowly shifting to your baby sister. You didn’t mind of course, again, you were just a kid. But as you grew older and older you can finally foresee a life behind the shadow of your baby sister. The real princess. It’s like she took everything from you… but whenever you remember that you’re adopted, it seems like she’s just taking what’s originally hers in the first place.

Today is your thirteenth birthday and you celebrated it with your grandfather in an amusement park. He is the only person left in your life who can see you as a rare gem and you’re thankful for him. As you walked around the busy park, with a few bodyguards on your sides, you and your grandfather laugh and laugh while you’re eating hotdogs on a stick.

“Your father told me that you refused to have a ball for your thirteenth birthday? Why?” he asked while enjoying his food.

“I’m not a real princess grandfather, I don’t deserve a ball. And besides, riding that scary rollercoaster is better than dancing with a bunch of princes whom I don’t know in the first place, and playing dress-up the whole night”

“Hmm. Don’t you say that you’re not a real princess, there was a Y/n before your baby sister. And the kingdom is still looking forward with you ruling us someday because you’re older than your sister and you’re still a legi-“

“timate daughter, I know, I understand grandfather thank you for reminding me” you wiped the ketchup on his lips and smiled at him, “What will I do without you? I hope that my Nutcracker prince is exactly like you. Wise and strong”

“Don’t worry about that darling, you’re still young, and I’m still here” he giggles and walks you towards that scary rollercoaster ride.

ACT 1

Things slowly change around the castle and you learned to distant yourself from your parents but not forgetting your duty as a first born and legitimate adopted daughter of the king and queen. And as you enter royal high school, you thought that your life will get uglier but no. Surprisingly, school made you feel alive and less of a princess and more like a future leader.

But most importantly, you finally met your Nutcracker. Prince Hendery.

Usually, prince and princesses meet for the first time during a royal ball, soiree, or a simple lunch at the palace’s garden grounds. But you and Prince Hendery, met in the school hallway for the first first time. It is as if your whole world slowed down, every student walked in slow motion while you and Hendery locked eyes on each other. And the best part is, he did not know that you’re the princess who’s meant to be forever with him.

At first, you don’t talk to each other and just simply exchange smiles and glances from time to time whenever you cross paths in the hallway, eating at the cafeteria, or ‘reading’ at the library. You thought it wasn’t fair that you know everything about him but he doesn’t even know what you look like.

“You know I’ve been flirting with this princess for months already, do you know her name?” Hendery whispers at his fellow prince, Xiaojun, and told him to take a look at where you’re seated. Xiaojun then scoffed at his friend and playfully slapped Hendery’s face knowing that he is completely clueless about who you are.

“I don’t know if you’re always going to be this dumb, you’re going to be a king someday. Anyway, that princess is Y/n. The Y/n” and that is all it takes to make Hendery realize that he has been flirting with his soulmate for weeks now.

From there on the prince has become bold with his gestures. Sitting with you during breaks, even flirting with you in front of your friends and his friends. Prince Hendery has the most beautiful smile you have ever seen, hair is black and soft and you bet it smells good either, he was tall but just right for your height. Not only he was perfectly handsome, but he is a gentleman too. In other words, everything about him screams prince charming.

You and prince Hendery were the talk of royal school. Everyone knew about your arrangement and the alliance of your kingdoms. You even hear people talk on the hallways that you’re literally made for each other that’s why everyone envied you.

“Let’s grow up first, okay?” Hendery says, giving you a single rose during your school’s Valentine event. A simple gesture that says there's no need to rush on being in a relationship and make everything official between the two of you but also, it was a subtle move to show everyone that you already belong to each other so there should be no competition.

You fell in love with each other from a distance, not rushing through love, taking your time, and enjoying your youth because you have a lifetime together. Although, Hendery likes reminding everyone that you’re his in the most subtle way, may it be hugging you in public, kissing your cheek before you go home, and smiling your way whenever he sees you around the school.

From freshman year until your senior year, you and Hendery waited until you’re both legal of age to finally make it official. The news was all over the TV, tabloids, articles, and magazines that you’re in love with each other. It was a cute high school sweethearts story and every day was perfect.

Senior year just started and you and Hendery decided to study together but the planned study session became a make out session, giggling and cuddling in his bed while still wearing your uniforms. The prince was looking at you, admiring your pretty face touching your features softly then suddenly he noticed that he can almost see your breast. He looked away, of course. And covered his head with one of his pillows as he groans in frustration.

“What? Why?” you asked, completely clueless. He didn’t answer you, instead, he covers your exposed skin with a small pillow. “Oh shit, I’m sorry” you apologized immediately and became shy like him too.

“It’s okay. If I’m being honest I wanted to touch you but, I knew better than that. Can we promise to be each other’s first and last?”

“You mean sex?”

“Exactly, sex”

“Only if we seal it with a kiss,” you bite back in a flirty tone, looking at his pink lips that are slowly coming closer to you. When your lips touched, you returned the kiss and swing your arms around his neck, situating him accidentally in between your legs. Skirt lifted and all. Your bodies are becoming warm in an instant and you both know you need to stop before you make wrong decisions.

“How's that for a promise? Let’s get married when we grow older and have sex every day” he bit the shell of your ear, making you giggle and laugh with him. Being this horny with each other is normal, you thought. You are both young and full of passion, and it amazes you how Hendery wanted to wait until you get married and be kings and queens.

Senior year is perfect. Every day.

Until one day, Hendery’s father died and he stopped coming to school. You hear different kinds of gossip every day. 'Is he a king now? That's why he's not coming to school?', 'School is boring for king Hendery now', 'Are they gonna be married soon?', 'Are they even ready to rule yet?'. Again, you were the talk of the nation. The headline ‘Prince Hendery left Princess Y/n’ was everywhere and you can't do anything about it. You weren’t hurt that he left everything, you were more worried because maybe he’s all alone and grieving. You wanted to ask his family but you respect their privacy.

“So he just left?” you told your grandfather everything. He just came back from his cruise around the world and you’re happy to see his visible tan lines, for sure he had a great time.

“Yep, just like that grandfather,” you walk shoulder to shoulder around the palace’s garden, looking at the flowers and harvesting some fruits.

“Well, I’m sure he had his reasons. Just stretch your patience my darling, you know what they say, love is patience” he pats your hand before picking a lemon. “Enough about the prince, I heard you are making quite an impression now. The king is beyond impressed” he was talking about your win, elected student body president. Apparently, it’s a big deal for your father, because, during his stay in royal school, he was elected as president too.

“I didn’t try too much, I think I won because of my popularity and not because of my leadership skills” you once again doubted yourself but of course, your grandfather is here to straighten you up.

“Show them you’re both. Popular and a great leader”

It was always a good talk with your grandfather, but whenever you remember that Hendery is not with you anymore it automatically makes you sad. You missed him. So much.

ACT 2

But even though you missed Hendery and it’s like he took a part of your heart and brought it with him, life goes on. You faced Senior year and showed everyone your perfect smiles like nothing is bothering you. But at night, when you’re all alone, you just can’t help but look at your pictures with Hendery on your phone and miss him.

Life goes on.

With or without your prince.

You studied day and night, kept your eyes on the prize, and busy yourself until your heart is finally healed. You waited for him of course, you waited long and hard but you can’t wait forever.

As you continue to know yourself, get involved with a lot of organizations in college, your journey has become even more thrilling when you met Lucas. He’s not royalty nor does he came from a rich family, he’s “just a man who’s brave enough to ask a princess on a date” his exact words.

Lucas is a whole new adventure to you. He’s the epitome of new things and new experiences. But your favorite thing about Lucas is, he can make you forget that you’re a princess even just for a few hours. He made you happy every day because he never forgets to tell you that being happy is the most important thing in this world. He loves you with every part of his being. And he’s ready to face your world and be with you in every step until you become queen.

“N-no I don’t want to be king. I can be your butler and still love you for all I care” he covers your naked body while you both come down from your highs. Tonight is one of those nights that you can be with Lucas without having your bodyguard. He was praising you during sex, calling you ‘princess’ or ‘my queen’ whenever he thrust and pushes you on the edge, so you asked him a stupid question if he wants to be king. “I just want to be with you, people may see me as a gold digger once the news that you have a commoner boyfriend comes out, but we both know that’s not true right?”

“Of course, not” you embraced him and apologized for the question, hiding your face on his chest. You feel his big hands caress your back to comfort you and soon plant kisses on your temple. He’s always sweet and gentle like this. If only people would see the kind of person Lucas truly is.

“But what if he comes back? What will happen to us?” he was talking about Hendery. When Lucas knew that you’re arranged to be married to Hendery, he didn’t take it lightly. He was mad but not to you. You didn’t talk for weeks and you’re both heartbroken, but Lucas realized that it's better to love you fiercely now than waste his time worrying about the future.

“I will talk to my father, don’t worry about that. Wong Yukhei don’t you trust me?” you kissed his chest to put him back in the mood and change the subject. Of course, he can’t say no to you.

After getting your degree in college, you started working for the king and queen, spearheading foundations, and knowing the kingdoms that you’re going to rule someday. Remember when you thought your parents will forget about your existence because they had your sister? Well, that didn’t happen. Your parents were proud of everything you’ve achieved and they wanted your sister to follow in your footsteps.

Slowly, you proved to them that you don’t need a king to rule this kingdom. Introducing Lucas to your parents did not go well at first but eventually, they saw that you and Lucas are happy with each other despite having different worlds.

Still, they want to keep your relationship hidden.

It’s Christmas Eve and you’re all dressed up right now, ready to shake a lot of hands and dance with a bunch of princes and dukes and god know what else but you can’t help but take care of a few things before you enjoy this night. You were signing some last minutes contracts and reading proposals when you heard a soft knock from your door, “S-sorry. Come in” you see your boyfriend dressed up in a tux, looking so handsome. He smiled at you before he enters and closed the door behind him, “well you look dashing” you put your pen down and crossed your arms.

“I’m here to pick you up your majesty, the guests are waiting downstairs and your grandfather-“

“Oh he’s here! Perfect!” you exclaimed and express your excitement upon hearing that your grandfather is here. You haven’t seen him for a very long time and you have lots of stories to tell him. “Oh shit- by the way. Lucas, uhm… Can you zip my dress, I forgot I unzip it because it was uncomfortable. Stupid ball gowns” you said, turning your back to Lucas and waiting for him to take care of your zipper. But before he zips you up, he kisses your exposed shoulders and massaged them.

“Don’t forget to have fun tonight okay? I’ll be watching you like a hawk the whole night- well actually, not you. The men that will dance with you tonight” Because Lucas has no rank or title, he can’t earn a dance with you because it’s against the conditions that your father gave.

“All done your majesty,” he says and stepped back to open the door for you.

Every Christmas Eve, throwing an extravagant ball has been your family’s tradition for centuries. It is known by royalties across the globe and this fancy Christmas party is actually part of your kingdom’s history. Different respective kings, beautiful queens, annoying princes and princesses, dukes and duchess are invited and all are here not only to have fun but also here to talk business with you.

The night goes on, dancing with a few guests before you meet and spend some time with your grandfather. You wanted to whine and complain to your assistant but she’s just doing her job so you shrugged it off. “How many more left?” you asked while waiting for the next Prince to ask to dance, “two more your majesty. Your grandfather is next after this” you smiled and thanked her, giving a bow to the next prince who’s about to dance with you. And the moment you lift your head to meet his eyes, you thought you were dreaming.

For a moment you forgot proper princess etiquette and gave Hendery a tight hug, shocking everyone at your behavior but they’re even more shocked about Hendery’s appearance. ‘The son of the dead king has finally shown himself’ you hear everyone murmur around you but you don’t care. You smiled so big seeing that handsome face again. He kissed your hand and asked you to dance which you accepted gladly, now that Hendery is back and you’re all dressed up wearing your tiara, you feel like a real princess finally meeting his prince in a storybook.

“Where have you been?” you whispered to him.

“I’m sorry I left you like that, I was devastated” he whispers back as you two dance in the middle of the ballroom with the other royalties, trying so hard to hide the excitement. While you were dancing with Hendery, you remember that handsome smile that made your knees weak, his sweet gestures to prove his feelings for you, and your promises to each other.

Is it really true that first love never dies or your love for Hendery was just too strong that it never died?

When Hendery was about to hand you over to your grandfather, your father and mother came out of nowhere with your younger sister on their side. Is it because they’re happy to see Hendery too? Or are they going to press you regarding the arranged marriage again? You cling to your grandfather as you get nervous but careful not to show it. “Ah! Hendery welcome back! How was your time in the army, good?” your father exclaims. So all this time he knew where Hendery is.

“I had a hard time your highness, but I made it back in one piece” Hendery answered and made a small joke that made you all giggle and let out a small laugh. Oh you missed him.

“Hendery, I want you to meet Y/n’s younger sister” you watch him kiss your sister’s hand, “and also your future bride to be”

You were completely taken aback by what you just heard and the words that came into your head were, ‘I thought you were mine’ but you didn’t speak your mind and listened further to what your father is saying. But as you listen more, you feel like your dress was becoming tighter and tighter in every second that you can’t breathe anymore. “She will be your queen in your kingdom, and Y/n will be an independent queen here” your father explained proudly.

“But she’s too young” you pointed at your sister but you see how your sister’s eyes are sparkling. Too late. You thought. You watch her be charmed by Hendery’s visuals, that damn smile captured your sister’s heart in an instant.

“Hendery can wait until his bride is in the right age to be married, right son?”

“Of course your highness, it’s my duty” he answered confidently.

After the unexpected talk, you excused yourself, went to your room, and breathed outside on your balcony. You can’t forget your sister’s face as she looks at the man you used to kiss and you used to love. She has no idea what controversy she will face in the future, she is so young and blinded by infatuation…Or maybe you’re being like this because you’re jealous.

“Believe me I’m just as shock as you are”

A familiar voice made your heart race and your body stiffen in no time. You turned around secretly hoped that you’re wrong, but you will never forget his voice and also how his mere presence makes your heart excited. “How did you get in here?”

You hear him scoff and stood behind you, “We used to make out a lot in your room-and mine too of course. I still remember the way to your room by heart” he looked up the stars to stop himself from looking at you. You looked so beautiful tonight that he can’t stop blushing and admiring you.

You were silent. Mainly because you don’t know what to say and you’re not sure what to feel either.

“It’s going to be fine” with all his courage he tried hugging you like how he used to when you were only teenagers. But you pushed him away and stepped away from him. Hendery felt a slight pang in his heart, he never thought that you could do that to him.

“Were not together now don’t you get it? You were gone for years Hendery, a lot has changed”

“You’re hurting me, this is not our fault we love each other what's wrong with that” he reasons out, trying to lower his voice because someone might hear him.

“Loved. Past tense. My sister likes you and you are arranged to be married to her Hendery” you close your eyes as you remember what happened again earlier.

“If I have known that life will take you away from me, I shouldn’t have wasted my time and showered you with love and affection when we were young”

With a heavy heart, your first love left you in the cold night with a confused mind.

ACT 3

To make it up with your grandfather, you spend Christmas morning with him while drinking tea by the palace garden and telling him numerous stories about Lucas…and also your talk about Hendery last night.

“Don’t do something stupid that your future self with regret” he says, stirring his coffee and chewing his bread with jam. He was talking about cheating, he didn’t tell you exactly but you get it. “Did you tell your boyfriend already about what you felt upon hearing your sister’s engagement?” You shook your head and see your grandfather get disappointed but he understands that everything that’s happening now is not easy for you.

“He’s away, for now, left first thing in the morning to go to Hong Kong for his family” you felt hopeless again.

“Oh everything will be fine. I’m sure he will understand, that man is wise. I’m rooting for him” he says like Lucas is his son.

“What- really not Hendery?” you let out a laugh because your grandfather is cute.

“Nope. Now, don’t ask me why. Figure it out yourself” he winks and continues to eat his breakfast.

As days go by without Lucas, you and Hendery continue to meet each other accidentally whenever he visits your sister. You’re a busy woman, but your mind seems to have time to think whether they kissed already, hold hands, or admitted their feelings to each other if there's any.

You saw flowers on your way to your office and you thought that maybe it's for your sister, from Hendery and you can’t help but to get envious and jealous. He used to give you flowers back when you were in high school and now… he’s doing it to your sister too.

While you were reviewing proposals, you got a phone call from your personal phone and it's Lucas which you’re very excited to answer. “Hey” you singsong, putting the phone between your ear and neck while you continue to scan through papers.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch, everything okay back there?”

No. You wanted to tell him that you’ve been having these weird feelings towards Hendery. “No, baby. Everything’s fine, I’m working now… As usual- how's everyone there?”

“They miss you. They wanted you to visit next year” he says, breathing deeply before he continues. “Listen, I want to stay here for a little longer. I miss them too you know-“

“And it’s fine! Baby, I understand. You’ve done so much for me already, go and be with your family” you felt guilty for caging Lucas in your country. Even though he’s the one who wanted to stay here, still. You can feel that he’s homesick sometimes.

After working in your office, you went straight to your room and purposely skipped dinner because you knew that Hendery is still here. When you opened your door, the same flowers that you thought Hendery gave to your sister is sitting on your coffee table with a small envelope that has your name on it.

Dear Y/n,

Back when we were in high school, I gave you a single rose for Valentine's day and I told you, “Let’s grow up first”

Now that we're all grown up, and still obviously madly in love with each other, I will not hold myself back from loving you. Not anymore.

I’m sorry for leaving, please give me a chance and meet me at the back of the palace at midnight. I’ll be waiting.

Bold of him to think that you’re still madly in love with him. How can he say that?

You look at the letter as you grow weak and let yourself flop on your couch, face first and still undecided if you’re going. Frustrated and guilty, that’s what you’re feeling ring now. Frustrated because you don’t know what to follow, your heart or your mind. Guilty because your heart says you should go.

At the end of the day, you find yourself walking in the dark on your way to the back of the castle to meet Hendery. Hugging yourself as you cling more in your thin cardigan, trying to keep yourself warm as you feel your heartbeat faster by every second you come closer to the meeting spot. You see Hendery at the back of a thick tree, face illuminated because of his phone screen. “Oh you’re here. Sorry I was about to ring your phone” he admitted.

“Why am I here? What do you want?” You asked in the softest way possible. He saw that you’re shivering and invited you to go around the tree. There you see a blanket and small pillows and the lake was perfectly lit by the moon. What a beautiful view. And while you were admiring the view, you feel him place his jacket around you and motions you to sit on the ground with him.

“Please for once let’s pretend I didn’t leave you. I didn’t want my father to die, I didn’t expect our kingdom to suffer. And you’re the only good thing that’s left to me. So please”

You looked at him for a second that soon turned into minutes. You bit your lower lip and you remember that you weren’t mad at him for leaving, so why are you mad at him now?

Slowly, you accepted the warmth that he offered and sat close to him, sharing the blanket and keeping you close. “You’re here to hear me apologize sincerely” he gulps before he starts talking and explaining why he left, looking into your eyes so you know he’s telling you the truth. He told you that his father’s last will is for him to join the army and to be a soldier because in his father’s eyes he’s not yet ready to be a young king so he didn’t have a choice but to leave.

You were heartbroken while hearing his part. “I was never mad at you for leaving. I was worried about you”

He smiled sweetly at you. The kind of smile that makes your body warm and heart flutter, he pulled you close and you let him. “I know. Mother told me you were looking for me, but she can’t tell you anything. I told her I’m the one who should tell you someday. I’m sorry” he embraced you tightly, his cheeks resting on your shoulders. And right then and there everything is clear to you. You still have feelings for him.

“What are we gonna do now? My sister, Lucas” you asked him as you rake away strands of hair from his face.

“I’m not in love with your sister” he admitted without hesitation.

“But I love Lucas” there’s that guilty feeling again. You feel your heart breaking for Lucas, he doesn’t deserve being cheated on like this.

“I thought you were mine” he whispers. And even if it's a whisper the hurt was obvious from the sound of his voice. He didn’t see it coming. He didn’t think that this will be more complicated than he imagined.

“Funny. I thought the same thing when my father told us you're enggaged to my sister” you admitted and scoffed.

“Give me a chance to win you back. And if you're not coming back to me, just let me be with you for a little longer. I beg you”

There was a moment of silence and Hendery understands that you needed that silence to think, “Okay” you said. And saying ‘okay’ never felt so wrong. You cupped his face and tried to turn this moment around, “what's it like to be away from home?”

“Sad. I think of you every day and of course my family but they get to see me but you... not even a picture just our memories in my head”

Now that Hendery is a prince slash soldier, you remember the Nutcracker story your grandfather used to tell you for bedtime. That’s when you realized that you and Hendery are truly made for each other.

But you have Lucas...

As your night with Hendery continues and makes up for lost time, the emotional reunion turned to giggles and laughs when your time together has ended. He invited you over to his own house for a date since he can’t take you out like he used to, and reminded you that you gave him a chance to win you back, and thanked you.

On the next day, your mind was blanked. You can’t believe that you’re cheating on Lucas and have been refusing to answer his calls.

Days went on like this until you’re not awkward with Hendery anymore and you’re comfortable again around him. He showered you with love, you accept it wholeheartedly. Every day was sweet with Hendery even though you’re both aware of the future consequences but no one seems to care for now.

You go to his place and spend time with each other, whether talking the whole night and telling each other stories, him making you giggle and laugh with your legs on top of his thighs while you both sit on his couch enjoying a glass of wine or whenever you’re busy reading something or you brought a little work at his place and he can easily take your stress away by making you laugh.

Today, you came early and decided to cook for him and have dinner together. You don’t know but Hendery is leaning on the door frame of his kitchen with a flower in his hand, watching you chop some peppers in his kitchen. He felt like he finally won you back. Just seeing you hum while you prepare dinner makes his heart so happy. He then walked slowly and hugged you from behind, resting chin at the top of your shoulders, and showed you the flowers he has for you.

You smiled so big, dropping the knife on the chopping board and turning around to give him a kiss.

That’s your first kiss again.

He was shocked but you did it again. You realized he was trying so hard that he’s slowly being successful in winning you back and you’re actually scared of the future but he makes you happy.

“What? It’s not like we haven’t kissed before” you touched his lips and felt his embrace tightens every second. “Dinner in 30 minutes” you smiled and went back to finish chopping the peppers and finding a nice vase for the flowers he gave.

After dinner, a few glasses of wine, cheese, and grapes, you and Hendery are buzzed and talking about work as prince and princesses while enjoying the view from his couch. The lights are turned down low and you didn’t even notice at first but the mood has been making you horny even though your topic was stressful and your minds are clouded with alcohol. You don’t know what came into your head but you sat on his lap with lidded eyes, touching his body feeling his hard rocked abs through his white dress shirt.

He giggles and laughed at you. He’s so fucking handsome when he does that. “Seriously you have to stop you will embarrass yourself in the next morning,” he told you to stop but he fixed the way he sits and made sure you were comfortable on top of him. He teased you more, smiling so handsomely and making your heart flutter.

“I'm not that drunk just buzzed. Want me to prove it?” You challenged with a flirty tone that turns him on.

“Mhmm. Okay,” he tilts his head and waited for this proof you were saying.

“I still remember how we sealed our promises with a kiss. Like that day when we promised to be each other’s first and last” your fingers went up to his hair, ruffling his soft black hair and massaging his scalp.

You don’t know what happened but the mood changes and he’s avoiding your eyes. ”I’m sorry,” he says.

“No no don’t be, you’re here now make it up to me” you kissed his neck while he gets drunk even more because of your kisses. Your hands are placed on his neck like you’re telling him you still belong to each other, rolling your hips slowly to make him horny as much as you are.

“Did you have sex with anyone already?” his question made you stop what you’re doing to him and pulling away from the kiss to look at him, you thought he didn’t like what’s happening. But to your surprise his lips went to your neck, kissing you softly but full of lust. You feel his warm tongue just below your jaw and it felt great.

“Lucas, how about you?” You moaned out, shamefully.

Usually, his heart will hurt whenever you mention Lucas, but he’s the one kissing you now. So instead of getting hurt, he smirked. “A couple of girls. Life can be stressful I need an adult stress release. Any kinks?”

“Not that I know of? You?”

He stopped and looked at you to tell you the story. “Well remember when we were making out and I accidentally saw your breasts?” you nod at him, “I think I developed some kind of breast kink and I always imagine that I’m having sex with you instead of a stranger” he admitted and looked at you clothed breast right now. “That's how much I miss you” he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and went back to leaning comfortably on the couch. He got shy but he can’t stop looking at you.

To be honest your heart swells knowing that he desperately wants you like that. As quickly as you can, you untuck your blouse and removed it in front of the prince. “You can experience the real thing tonight “ you intertwine your hand with his and slowly placed it on your breast.

Breathing heavily. Both of you. You’re like teenagers who are just about to have sex for the first time.

He sat up to meet your lips and kiss you the way you deserved to be kissed, slowly you feel his hand travel to your back to unclasp your bra. You removed and fed his lust, revealing your breast to him for the first time. Hendery was so nervous that his hands are shaking when he removed strands of hair away from your face and held you on your shoulders, slowly he lowered your body on his and started kissing your collar bones and chest before he proceeds to your breast.

It was quiet and all he can hear is your moans and the sound of his wet kisses. You wanted to tell him that his lips feel great against your skin, and simply tell him to fuck you already. When his mouth finally reached your hard nipples and bit them softly, you parted your lips and your arms swings around him and push his head to your breast even more. You noticed he knows how to use his tongue, you figured he has been doing this to someone else for years and years while the whole truth is he always wanted to do it to you. The way he flicked his tongue brings you back to reality and when he sucks your nipples good your grip on his hair tightens and when that happens he bites your nipples again to make you shiver. This man is good.

He placed his hands just below your boob area to hold you still while he does whatever he wants to your breast. Sucking, pinching, bitting, and kneading. Everything felt good and your moans are good proof. With his strength, he got up from the couch and carried you to his room while you kiss with lust. He lay you down on his king-sized bed and kissed your body down while unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down until you’re only wearing your panties. Hendery then unbuttoned his dress shirt in between your spread legs, kneeling in front of you, stripping until he’s only wearing his boxers briefs. He situates his body on top of you grinding on your clothed private parts, hands all over each other’s body. He then went back to kissing your nipples and sucking them but little did you know Hendery is just distracting you while his hands are slowly coming down inside your panties.

With a great shock, you closed your eyes and parted your lips as you feel Hendery’s cold fingers slide up and down on your wet slit while his mouth is still sucking your nipples. It was a whirlwind of feelings, everything felt good, and seeing Hendery enjoy turns you on too. By the time you had your first orgasm, shaking and body so sensitive with swollen nipples, Hendery was kissing you softly and asking you in the most innocent way if you’re okay. The sound of his giggles makes you calm, the way he whispers soft praises beside your ear while his hands roam freely around your body. Truth is he’s genuinely happy right at this moment because he doesn’t need to imagine anymore.

He went back to kissing your body down until he reaches your wet core and licks it up and down for a while before he lines his cock. In between your widely spread legs, you watch Hendery lick you good and feel him moan from time to time. “Hendery” you called him, kneeling in between your legs in an instant, flashing his beautiful body to you. His skin is flawless, strong arms, perfect abs, and of course, fucking beautiful smile. Everything about him makes you weak right now that you just opened your legs, reach for hard cock, and line it to your entrance yourself. “Woah” he giggled and stopped you, “Okay calm down, I’ll fuck you good I promise” he pumped his cock in front of you and lines it immediately just how you want it and slowly enters you. He wasn’t big like Lucas but he kept his promise, he fucked you good.

So good that you asked for more as you grip his Egyptian cotton sheets and let your body be dragged with every hard thrust he give you.

So good that you asked him to go slower because you don’t want it to end yet.

So good that you asked him to cum inside you and asked for another round.

On your third orgasm, your hole is dripping with mixes of your cum and Hendery’s while the handsome prince is kissing your neck as you come down from your high. “I love you” he whispers but he was too late, you were sleeping soundly already, arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled and kissed you one last time before he pulls out and cleans you up.

He didn’t sleep that night, he just watched you sleep beside him. Let you cling to him in the middle of the night, watch you roll in his bed and expose your body, but of course, he’s quick to cover you again. And when the time comes, he wakes you with kisses on your shoulders, embracing you tightly and kissing you more.

“Wake up” you hear him whisper and you try to open your eyes the moment he told you so. You see his window, it was still dark so you closed your eyes again. “Want to watch the sunrise with me? You’re going to love it” he went down from his bed and opened his curtains so you can have a full view of the sky while you enjoy your comfort in his bed. You sat up and waited for him to join you again and stay warm together. Slowly, you see how the sky became pitch black to deep blue to light blue until you can see the pretty view outside his house. It was calming. He was holding your hand the whole time.

After watching the sunrise with him he fell asleep while holding your hand and you think he’s cute for having a tight grip even though he’s sleeping. While he was sleeping, it’s now your turn to admire his handsome features and watch him sleep before you start your day and make breakfast.

You hate to admit it but it looks like he has completely won you over.

“You look good in my dress shirt” he greets you good morning and kissed you on your temple while you set the table. You feel his hands in your hips, slowly coming down to your butt, and realized that you’re only wearing his dress shirt and thin panties. He still can’t believe that this is all happening, “are you real?” He whispers.

“Yes. Now come on, I have a meeting with the parliament. Need to go home and get ready” you eat some fruits as you scan your schedule for the day and there you see it and completely missed it.

Lucas went home last night. And you left your personal phone in your car. Fuck you said to yourself but didn’t show it to Hendery.

Leaving this morning became harder than you expected and you spent a total of 20 minutes kissing and flirting with Hendery before you finally open the door.

You went on with your day and made an excuse to Lucas as to why you didn’t pick him up at the airport last night. You were at your office with stacks and stacks of paper works and you weren’t even acting stressed when he came in because you were indeed stressed with everything.

“Oh baby, I’m really sorry” you greet him with a kiss and left everything on your desk. Lucas saw how stressed you are so he understood immediately and didn’t even bother asking. “You’re coming home to me tonight right? I missed you” he added and pouted like the big baby that he is.

“Uh-huh. Of course yes, I’m all yours” you smiled and he hugged you so tight before he leaves you to work again.

“Of course. You’re always mine” he said and kissed you goodbye.

The nights are cold for Hendery when Lucas got back because he can’t get a hold of you. No text, no call, no email. No nothing. And once again, he was heartbroken and he felt like he’s losing you again.

When he visited your sister a week since the last time he saw you, Hendery saw you with Lucas and didn’t even think of taking another glance. He had all these emotions ball up in his chest and he needed to release them.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were visiting today” your sister was surprised and invited him into her room. When she turned your back at him, he saw your figure in your sister. He’s back to imagining girls to be you, he’s back to that sick habit of his. But he can't help it. Effortlessly, he flirted with your sister, and surprisingly your sister was horny. Very horny for Hendery. One thing led to another and the next thing he knows he’s fucking her hard from behind kissing her shoulders and imagining that it’s you.

“What’s that noise” you murmur to Lucas while you were having a nap with him. Lucas giggled and whispered back, “I think Prince Hendery paid her a visit and... you know...” he was giggling and keeping you close to him as he went back to his nap, completely clueless that you’re hurting.

Everything that you and Hendery built from the past few days falls down when you came to his house and had your first fight.

ACT 4

“You didn’t call! Or texted that he’s already back you just left me hanging!”

“And that’s a good reason to fuck my sister?”

“It just happened!”

“Bullshit!” You shouted back. Louder than before, completely overpowering his shouts. With all his bravery, he got you a glass of water, came closer to you, and caressed your shoulders to keep you calm.

“I fucked up and I’m sorry, please,” he says sincerely.

Then you realized something.

“You don’t have to say sorry to me. It’s okay if you and my sister fucked because someday you will be married to each other. Were the ones cheating”

He listened to every word you said and begged you to take it back because he’s losing you again. When you finally said, “let’s end this Hendery. Do you want to have more fights like this in the future? What will you feel if I tell you that me and Lucas fucked last night-“

It was like thunder, disturbing the silence of his quiet house when he grabbed the glass of water and threw it in one corner.

“Exactly my point. We don’t belong to each other anymore. I’m sorry”

“Y/n. Please-“ he begged once again but you just repeated everything you said and left him.

The end.

It was the end of your story with Hendery.

But just as you thought that you’re done handling one heartbreak for the day, you’re wrong. Lucas called to tell you the news that your grandfather had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital.

After everything that happened on that day, you never made peace with Hendery and never talked to him again. Lucas saw you at your lowest and took care of you every day after the funeral and never left your side.

Months passed by quickly and Hendery is staying in your palace as per your sister’s request and continue to ignore each other for safety. Sometimes you greet each other for formality but never as friends and as past lovers. Lucas is not stupid to not see what’s happening.

Two months before your coronation day, you were sitting on your throne with your leg up and pouting as you’re thinking if you’re really ready to be a queen. You see Lucas enter the hall but you did not move an inch. He sat on the cold floor in front of you, reaching for your hand and kiss it.

“I miss him, I wish he could see me as a queen” tears started to fall but Lucas is quick to dry them.

“He saw you as a queen already even when you were only a little girl” you understand what he said and you’re thankful for him for not leaving you at your lowest and choosing to be with you even though he found out about you and Hendery. “So... I wanted to do this, while you’re still you. And not...the queen” he says awkwardly and pulls out a small red velvet box.

But you sit properly and stopped him from opening it and saying the question that will change your life, “how can you stay to a woman who cheats?”

“Your grandfather told me love is patient. I had a meaningful talk with him, you’re right he’s wise. He told me you love me and he said if one day you do something stupid and wrong, which turns out you did... He told me ‘check your heart if you still love her, and if you still do marry her and don’t ever let her go again’"

Tears started to fall from your eyes again. “So will you marry me Y/n. Let me be the one to dry your tears forever?” He let out an awkward laugh, nervous about the next thing that will come out of your mouth.

“Yes, of course, yes” you cup his face, and this time you’re the one to dry his tears away.

Little did you know that Hendery heard everything. And he is beyond heartbroken.

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silver-renjun · 3 years

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Cafe 7 Dream: Haechan

Word Count: 2, 227

Warnings: violence, stabbing

Read the prologue before reading this!

You walked in to your 8 am class, late as usual. A bouquet of roses was waiting for you at your seat. You picked up the bouquet and read the note attached to it.

You’re the most beautiful person in the world. You light up my life like nobody else. - Haechan

You took your seat and shot a confused look towards Haechan.

“What’s with the One Direction lyrics, dude?”

“No y/n, you’re not supposed to say that. You’re supposed to say ‘Oh my gosh Haechan, you’re so perfect! I want to go out with you!’” Haechan shook his head in disappointment.

“Dude, I told you this wouldn’t work,” Jeno said.

“y/n’s too dumb to figure it out,” Renjun added. “y/n’s only going to get it if you’re direct.”

“Ugh, you’re right. Why’d I fall for someone so clueless?” Haechan rolled his eyes at you. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Sure, whatever,” you answered. You secretly had a crush on Haechan for months, but you did want to be teased by him. Even now that you had a date with him, you were still wary about opening up to him.

Your mind was on Haechan for the entire class. It usually was, but today you had more to think about than just his beautiful honey skin. You wondered why he suddenly asked you out, where he was going to take you, and if you two could really have a sucessful future together.

“y/n! Don’t stop taking those notes! You don’t want your boyfriend to fail, do you?”

His voice snapped you out of your imagination. Perhaps the key passing this class was all that you were to him. You shouldn’t have gotten ahead of yourself.

You spend your day at the cafe working with Mark. The two of you were icing cakes. Haechan was in the back of the cafe baking them. You couldn’t keep in your questions about him any longer.

“Mark. You and Haechan work together the most, right?” you asked.

“Yeah. This is about him asking you out earlier today, isn’t it?” Mark replied. You nodded. “I know the guy is weird and all, but I think he’s pretty genuine when it comes to his feelings.”

“You really think so?” you said with a smile.

“He’s kind of had a crush on you for a while, so yeah. I’m actually surprised he didn’t ask you out earlier.”

You continued your shift with a smile, thinking about what Mark had told you. Maybe Haechan was a sweet guy after all, you just had to give him a chance. After all the customers were gone and cleanup was over, you made your way out the cafe door.

“Hey! Wait y/n!” Haechan screamed, running after you. “You weren’t trying to get away from me before our date, were you?”

“We’re going on the date now?” you said with a shocked expression.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell yo-” Haechan’s voice became quiet after he realized he had never told you the details of the date. “Well anyways, let’s get going.”

Haechan took you to an Italian restaurant. It wasn’t the most luxurious place, but it was definitely fancy for two broke college students. After a short wait, the two of you took your seats by the window.

“This place is beautiful, Haechan,” you said, trying to break the ice between you too.

“If you think water stains and ketchup is beautiful, then sure.”

“I was just trying to be friendly,” you replied with a laugh. “What’s beautiful to you Haechan?”

“Well besides, you?” Haechan gave you a smirk. “I think magic is the most wonderful thing in the world.”

“Like, card tricks?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, not like card tricks. Actual magic. Powers, potions, stuff like that. It’s all just crazy to me, yet so perfect.” Haechan had a look of wonder in his eyes.

“You don’t actually believe in magic, right? You know those are just fairytales,” you said with a smile.

“Magic is real, y/n. The cafe is literally run by magic. How do you think we get so many customers? There’s a love potion in our food to get people to come back. That’s Jisung’s specialty, by the way. He’s a wizard. And Jeno, he’s a water spirit. And Renjun’s an oracle.”

“Oh yeah, right. And this place is controlled by magic too,” you said rolling your eyes.

“It is. Do not eat the mushrooms here. I had to learn that the hard way,” Haechan said with a dead serious expression.

“What, do people with magic abilities just naturally gravitate towards food service?”

“Well Chenle’s parents are like, super big deals in the magic world, so what they do is what’s popular.”

“And what powers does Chenle have?” you asked.

“I don’t really know. It’s kind of a safety concern for his family to just share what abilities they have. They only use them when they’re in serious danger.”

“What about Mark and Jaemin?” You didn’t know why you were so curious, since you didn’t even believe the things he was saying.

“Regular people. Just like you. Well, actually they’ve been exposed to magic for their whole lives, so I suppose they’ve got an advantage over you.”

“And what about you? Since you know so much about magic, why don’t you show me some?”

Haechan paused before answering your question. “I don’t exactly have my powers yet. But if you still don’t believe me, I’ll have Jisung show you some magic tomorrow.”

“Great.” You didn’t really believe what he was saying, but you didn’t want to argue with him either. Like Mark had said, Haechan was a weird guy. You figured that this whole magic thing was just something he did to calm his nerves. After all, he did have a crush on you for a while.

The rest of the date went wonderfully. You and Haechan discussed everything from movies to your childhoods. You enjoyed Haechan’s wit that kept the conversation alive. There was never a dull moment between you two. At the end of the night, Haechan took you home to your apartment.

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight,” you said with a smile.

“Me too, baby, me too,” was all Haechan said before he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you had ever hand. It felt as if time had stopped. Haechan only let go after he saw you struggling for air. With that over, Haechan left as if nothing had happened.

The next day at the cafe, the boys were begging to hear about your date with Haechan.

“How’d it go?” Jaemin said.

“Did he make a fool out of you? Is that why you’re not saying anything?” Chenle asked.

“Come on Chenle, you know better than that. He probably made a fool out of himself first,” Renjun replied. The dreamies erupted into laughter.

“Well the first thing we discussed was magic. y/n doesn’t believe in it,” Haechan finally piped up. The boys became silent and exchanged concerned glances. “Guys, I told her about your powers. It’s not like we could have kept it a secret with her working here all the time.”

“I’ll show you some magic, y/n. Haechan told you what I do right?” Jisung said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, you’ve got a thing for potions,” you answered.

“I prefer wizard, but you’re still right.” Jisung grabbed a bottle with a blue liquid from under the counter. “This is liquid joy. It’ll instantly take you to the happiest moment in your life.”

Jisung poured you a cup and handed it to you. You took a sip and were instantly transported to a wedding. You didn’t remember having the happiest moment of your life at some stranger’s wedding until you looked at the couple getting married. It was you and Haechan. Before you could take a closer look, you were back at the cafe.

“Wow. That’s actually crazy.”

“So you believe in magic now, right?” Haechan asked. You couldn’t muster up the strength to reply. You were still trying to process what you had seen.

“So what’d you see, y/n?” Mark asked.

“I, um, uh-” was all you could come up with.

“Probably just some stuff from childhood. You guys know how strong that stuff is,” Jeno said. You smiled at him for saving you from an awkward situation.

You spent your shift working with Haechan, which was exhausting to say the least. Nothing you did was up to his standards.

“It’s okay if you suck at baking, y/n. I still love you,” Haechan said before planting a kiss on your forehead. A chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘disgusting’ came from the dreamies.

It became a habit for you and Haechan to go on dates after work. He showed you around all the restaurants owned by magical beings. One night, this list included his own apartment.

“You said we were going somewhere fancy tonight,” you said as you sat down on his sofa. “Your apartment is a dump.”

“Well your idea of fancy is a goblin-owned Italian restaurant, so you shouldn’t be talking,” Haechan replied. Within a matter of minutes, he whipped up a small dinner for the two of you. He sat down next to you and pulled you into his arms.

“You know, you asked me about my powers on our first date,” he said in a soft tone.

“Yeah,” you replied. You didn’t know where the conversation was going, but you were interested in hearing more.

“There is one way for me to get my abilities immediately, but I’d need your help.”

“Sure!” you replied.

“There’s this ritual that will help awaken my powers. I need the blood of a human to do it, though.” Haechan paused to examine your face.

“And I’ve got plenty of blood! What are you waiting for?” you said. Haechan was shocked at your enthusiasm to offer your blood. As weird as the situation was, you wanted to help your boyfriend in any way you could.

“Okay baby. I need you to lie down on the floor and I’ll get things started, alright?” Haechan got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen.

“I feel like I’m in one of those stories. I’ve got a hot, vampire boyfriend who needs my blood,” you said with a laugh before you laid down on the ground.

“I’m not a vampire y/n. Those guys give me creeps,” Haechan replied. He stood in front of you with a knife in his hand. “I promise I’ll make it as quick as possible.”

Haechan leaned down and pierced your skin with the knife. You screamed as the cold, metal blade dug into your leg. Your screams frightened Haechan, causing him to push deeper. His terrified face was the last thing you saw before you passed out.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a hospital bed. You were surrounded by the dreamies. Haechan was sitting by your foot side, crying.

“Did it work? For Haechan?” you asked the boys.

“It did. He’s a fire demon,” Jeno answered.

“But that’s not important right now. He put you in danger!” Jaemin screamed.

“I wanted him to gain his powers,” you said quietly.

“Those rituals are so risky! Summoning your powers like that, you might go haywire!” Chenle yelled.

“But he’s okay, right?” you asked.

“Will you stop worrying about Haechan for one second! He used you! He put you life in jeopardy for his own benefit!” Renjun shouted at you.

“y/n, I didn’t mean it. I just thought maybe I could try not to hurt you, and I didn’t even think you were going to agree with it anyways, and I should have known better, oh my gosh. Renjun even had a vision where I hurt you and I didn’t even listen to him, I just though maybe-” Haechan babbled between tears.

“Renjun had a vision? You knew this was going to happen and you still did it? You knew I was going to get hurt and you didn’t even try to protect me?” you screamed.

“I’m so sorry, please just forgive me, I really tried to not hurt you, I was wrong, I didn’t mean for it to be this way,” Haechan cried.

You couldn’t stand to see your boyfriend in pain. You thought back to what Mark had told you about Haechan. His feelings were genuine.

“I forgive you.”

“What? Oh my gosh, y/n, I’ll never let you get hurt again, oh please, I’ll never leave your side, I’ll protect you for the rest of my life, I’ll-” Haechan threw himself into your lap.

“It’s alright, Haechan. I know baby, I know,” you said as you hugged him and patted his head.

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straight-into-the-animus · 3 years

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A Place For Crows To Rest Their Feet (French Fryes)

Cause some people were interested in the idea of older French Fryes apparently and I thought I’d try my hand at it.

Song title and fic inspo from Marbles by The Amazing Devil

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Arno felt old.

Well, he was old. It was made sure of that when at his last milestone birthday that everyone decided to overload the cake with candles representing his age. He had been able to laugh it off as a joke then. But now everytime he looked in the mirror and saw a new wrinkle near his eyes and mouth, he scowled.

When he saw his favorite music being relegated to the classic station, he flipped the channel.

And when it was cold and rainy and shitty outside and he had difficulty getting out of bed, he grumbled.

Jacob always just laughed at his perturbed expression and would say that they didn’t need to get out of bed anyway and would snuggle in for a few hours more.

Even though he knew Jacob never meant anything by the things he said, it still made him feel bad. His husband was only a few years younger than him. But the problem was he didn’t look that bad, and if he felt old he never told Arno. He was already aging like fine wine. Arno felt like aged milk.

Jacob had noticed once before, when Arno pointedly avoided looking in the mirror while they were hip to hip in the bathroom getting ready for the day.

“‘ou a’righ’?” He asked around a toothbrush.

“Hmm?” He asked, toweling off and looking over as Jacob spat out the paste and washed his mouth out before trying again.

“You alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno. You just seem… off. Didn’t even hear one ABBA song in the shower, either.” He smiled a bit, trying to get Arno to copy. Which he did, but it was gone rather quickly.

“I’m fine, mon amour. Just tired, still.” He wrapped the towel around his waist, pecked Jacob’s cheek and made to leave, but got pulled back. Jacob kissed him deeply, the taste of mint still on his tongue and making Arno hum; his husband’s mouth was still practically sinful after all this time. Jacob pulled away and then went back in for one more peck on Arno’s lips, leaving both of them smiling.

“Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Arno said, meaning it completely as he left to go get dressed.

He tried to make sure that was the end of it, or at least to keep it out of sight of Jacob. But then his pride went down like a kick in the balls when he woke up one morning and saw the roots of his hair turning gray. Like ash gray. Like old gray. He’d gone out to the shops immediately and found the darkest box color for his hair that he could and shoved it in the back of their linen closet the minute he came to his senses.

Really, it was a bad idea. If he did it, he’d have questions no one wanted to hear and explanations he really didn’t want to give. And Jacob would find out anyway. But it was an impulse purchase he didn’t think through and so he hid it until the time was right, if it ever would be.

And then Jacob noticed him as he entered the living room and let Arno in on their small couch to watch whatever inane reality show they both liked, and then he forgot about it, because how could you remember anything at that point?

It didn’t take too long for his husband to find it out, though.

“Care to explain this?” Jacob said, coming into the dining room where Arno was trying to clean, and Arno turned too quickly at the tone in his voice and stubbed his toes on the thick table leg.

“Merde-!”

“Jesus, Arno- Don’t try and die on me now.” Jacob went over quickly as Arno sat in one of the chairs, placing something on the table as he pulled up the other chair next to Arno’s. Arno waved him away and curled up his hurt foot to rub it.

“Don’t touch it.”

“Drama queen. Do you need me to get the first aid kit? Or do you think you’ll live?”

“You’re hilarious. Have I mentioned that before?”

“Only on days that end in “y”.” Jacob replied, and Arno stewed a bit. It didn’t take long for him to look over at whatever it was Jacob had brought into the room, and he grew a bit pale. Jacob, of course, because he had such a great eye when he wanted to, noticed immediately. “Figured it was yours.”

Arno didn’t grace him with a response at first. But the silence wouldn’t give.

“I found some gray hairs.” He mumbled.

“Yeah… Those tend to happen when you make it a few decades.”

“It doesn’t mean I have to like it! I don’t want to get old, Jacob. I’ll be… Gross, and senile, and you’ll hate me.”

“Please tell me you’re joking. You are joking?”

Arno flexed his hurt foot and quickly set it down, making to leave but stopped as Jacob grabbed his wrist and sat him back down in the chair.

“You know what I like so much about you getting old?” Jacob didn’t wait for Arno to answer. “It shows you made it.”

Arno almost made a rebuttal, but stopped when he tried to parse through the words and actually think about them.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve known you for decades.” Jacob still held Arno’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “Since Uni. And you did the dumbest shit. I’m surprised we’ve gotten to this point without you needing a liver transplant.”

Arno looked down. He knew exactly what Jacob was talking about. He had been twenty two and having daily panic attacks about leaving university to actually be a person. Most relationships with girls and some guys were limited to one quick go in bed and then he was gone in the morning.

Jacob hadn’t been much better off emotionally, or financially, but at least he knew how to handle his shit better. They made an interesting match that way.

“You’re getting old because you’re alive. And I get to see that.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Well it isn’t.”

Silence overtook for a few minutes as Arno looked down and Jacob studied him.

“Then I guess you must really hate me looking old.” Jacob said.

“I could never. And the difference is, you look good. You still have cute waitresses flirting with you despite the ring.”

“You mean from the diner last week?” Jacob raised an eyebrow. “Leanna had to be forty. And she was just being friendly.”

“She certainly wasn’t giving extra ketchup to me.”

“I would’ve given it to you.”

“So generous.”

“One of my best qualities.” Jacob murmured as Arno’s eyes remained dropped. A hand moved up to Arno’s cheek, and he realized Jacob’s pointer finger was tracing the lines near his mouth and the crows feet on his eyes. “Didn’t marry you for nothing, you know. I knew what I was getting into. And even if you turn out to be a grumpy old hunchback who can’t walk, I would still choose you if I had the choice.”

Arno felt his eyes start to glass over the longer Jacob spoke. It wasn’t some great speech. It was simple, and short, and matter of fact, and just… Jacob. Just as he had been for decades. And it sounded just as sincere now as it sounded when they were much younger men and first said they loved each other. And it was as sincere as when they had finally gotten married not even a decade ago. Arno had a shaky smile and squeezed Jacob’s hand, allowing the other one to keep exploring the tracks in his face.

“‘Sides,” Jacob purred as he leaned in closer, a gleam in his eyes, “being older just means you’re full of experience. And how could anyone say no to that?”

“Jacob-” He didn’t even know where he was going with his sentence, but it hardly mattered when he felt a warm pair of lips on his neck, making their way up his face. He turned his head at the right time and caught Jacob’s lips with his own. They both smiled, a soft thing.

“I love you.” Arno said.

“Love you too. Drama queen.” Jacob smirked as Arno rolled his eyes affectionately.

“Maybe stop putting up such high standards and I’ll consider taking a step back on my quest for perfection.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I gotta put in work to keep you in love with me. Sure as hell it isn’t my personality keeping you locked up.”

“Certainly not.” Arno snorted, leaning in and resting against Jacob. The man held him for a minute before speaking again.

“You believe me yet? That you’re good? And we’re good? Even if you get old?”

“I’ll work on it.” Arno admitted. Whether it was what Jacob wanted to hear or not, he was still welcomed in and let to rest for a while longer.

“Let’s move this to bed so we don’t stiffen up, eh?”

“You’re not going to carry me like you used to?” Arno asked teasingly as Jacob helped him stand up out of the chair. The man shrugged.

“Can’t. I’m too old.”

It wasn’t funny. It really wasn’t. But Arno laughed until he coughed, anyway.

They ended up throwing the box color out with much prejudice. And when Jacob started growing his own gray hairs, looking like a salt and pepper shaker, Arno just ran his fingers through each one while they watched inane reality television.

So. I ended up creating a whole other backstory for these two but found I couldn’t fit it in to the story, lol. If you’d be interested in that as well, let me know.

I hope you enjoy! If you do I have a Masterpost here and more ideas for writings and prompts here, so feel free to request! If you’d like to support me, I have a ko-fi here but absolutely no pressure on that front. Have a wonderful day and thank you for reading!

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Person A: Why are you doing this?

Person B: Same reason I do everything, Person A. To get somebody to like me

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Person A: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Person B: What- how?

Person A: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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Person A: What do you want then?

Person B: Er… something work related.

Person A: What department is this?

Person B: Sorry?

Person A: Well, if it’s work related you’d obviously know what department this is. What department is this?

Person B: *looks at Person C and Person D* Some sort of homosexual department?

~~~

Person A: *talking about Person B’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great man today!

Person C, shocked: Did someone else die?

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Person A: Yeah, I don’t like people.

Person B: Oh, well now that’s not fair Person A. Have you met all of them?

Person A: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of bastards!

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Person A: I thought you were going to give me a book recommendation or something.

Person B: *laughs* Book recommendation? I can’t read!

~~~

Person A: Can I have a private talk with you?

Person B: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

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Person A: If any person here knows of any just cause or impediment why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

Person B: Yes! I do. One of the partners is already married! They married me three years ago. And don’t let them deny it! I’ve got the marriage certificate to prove it!

*Person C turns around to face them*

Person B: Oh… sorry. Wrong church.

~~~

Person A: I am not a lunatic. I have the psychiatric report to prove it. A slender majority of the panel decided in my favour.

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Person A: I once went on holiday and pretended to be twins. It was amazing fun. I invented this mad, glamorous sibling and went around really annoying everybody. And d'you know, I could get away with anything when I was my crazy twin Person A.

Person B: But you’re Person A.

Person A: Kinda stuck. It’s a long story.

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Person A: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Person B has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Person C: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?

Person A: I knew you’d understand.

~~~

Person A: Your lab is in the bathroom?

Person B: Person C says this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.

~~~

Person A: Big day today, Person B. *holds up two shirts* Mustard stain or ketchup stain?

Person B: Mustard– looks less like blood.

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Person A: Person B, what do you call people you go out with but don’t try to sleep with?

Person B: ...People?

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Person A: *double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB radio. Sunscreen.

Person B: Hot dog costumes!

Person A: I’m sorry, what?

Person B: You know, in case we get lost at sea, and one of us, probably Person C, goes mad with hunger, we’ll put these on. Person C hates hot dogs, so they probably won’t eat us.

Person A: Are you saying that Person C would rather eat us than hot dogs?

Person C: I do hate hot dogs.

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Person A: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff.

Person B: Oh, that was all real.

Person A: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!

Person B: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.

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Person A: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers.

Person B: That sounds like a challenge.

Person A: I have to stress, that is not a challenge.

Person B: …Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted!

Person A: There is no challenge!

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Person A: Don’t stay up all night, Person B. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

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Person A: Person B, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight?

Person B: Raise the dead.

Person A: And what did you do?

Person B: Raise the dead.

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Person A: I’m so excited!

Person B: We’re gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy…

Person A: And have the biggest stomach aches ever!

Person B: Yeah!

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Person A: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Person B: Marry me.

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Person A: Person B is not a morning person. Or a night person. There’s really only about seven minutes a day you are fun to be around.

Person B: The best part is you never know when they’re coming.

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Person A: You know what I learned from my friendship with Person B?

Person C: There’s no such thing as too mean?

Person D: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Person E: Always hold a grudge?

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Person A: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I’ve got a whole box of old positives at my house.

Person B: You’re an American treasure.

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Person A: Something’s off.

Person B: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Person A: No, but that’s funny.

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Person A: When I was married, you know what Person B often said to me?

Person C: Please stop sleeping with other people?

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Person A: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

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Person A: Oh look who got laid last night.

Person B: That’s right chumps, missionary accomplished!

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Person A: I thought I told you to stop reading my emails.

Person B: Well, I thought I told you to stop keeping secrets!

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Person A: If it’s any consolation, they got me here on a very misleading text message.

Person B: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room.

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Person A: I am not a whore, and, not that I’ve done the math, but, if I were, I’d be the super classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.

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Person A: Don’t preach to me about romance, Person B. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon.

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Person A: Ow!

Person B: What’s wrong?

Person A: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.

Person B: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

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Person A: Would you like your pizza cut into six or eight slices, Person B?

Person B: Oh just six, I don’t think I could eat eight.

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Person A: Breathe, just breathe.

Person B: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!

Person C: Awww, that never bothered you before.

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Person A: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Person B: I was in the will?

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Person A: *pulls back the curtain while Person B is showering*

Person A: Hey did we - stop screaming it’s me - did we run out of Cheerios?

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Person B: This totally sucks, man.

Person A: This is horrible.

Person B: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Person A: No, it’s not that, it’s Person C.

Person A: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!

~~~

Person A: Person B, is that my mug you’re drinking out of?

Person B: No, it’s mine.

Person A: It… looks just like the one I have…

Person B: You don’t have one like this anymore.

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Person A: Forgive me Father, for I have sinny-sin-sinned.

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timehealsfanfictionbka · 5 years

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Time Heals.....Chapter Thirty-Four

Chris sighed as he sat at his desk, trying to finish his work and not focus on his shattered glass door. He started reading over a bid proposal when his phone rang. He rubbed his eye as he picked it up, “hello?”

“Hey Chris.”

He smiled and leaned back in his chair, “Hey Robyn. How are you?”

“I’m doing ok. Are you busy?”

Chris looked at the stacks of proposals on his desk and sighed, “A bit but I can carve some time out for you. What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to talk to you about something but it can wait.”

“Are you at work?”

“No, I’m at home.”

“You opposed to coming here? We can have a late lunch.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

“I was already planning to come see you later. We can make halfway and save each other a trip.��

“No, the girls are home and I-”

Chris started clicking around on his computer until he found his calendar for the girls, “they have a sleepover today. I’m sure they’re probably already on their way to their friend’s house.”

“How’d-”

“I have their calendar synced with mine so I can remember all their appointments and events. Look, you need to talk to me and I really need to see you and make sure everything is ok. We can kill two birds with one stone.”

“What’s halfway?”

“My job is halfway. You can come to my office if you don’t want to be out in a public place.”

“Umm… I don’t know.”

“Robyn, it’s really not huge deal or inconvenience for me. I’ll order Five Guys and we can have a late lunch and talk, ok?”

“I guess. Is there any kind of dress code in your building?”

“Not for visitors. Anything you wear will be fine.”

“Ok. I’ll see you in 30.”

“Good. See you then.”

Chris hung up and pressed the call button on his intercom to summon his secretary. Jasmine Boles, she was his predecessor’s secretary and decided to stay once he was promoted, appeared in the doorway in moments, “Yes Chris?”

“I’m having a visitor, her name is Robyn Fenty in for lunch. Can you pick up a Five Guys order for me?”

“Of course. Do you want me to order it when I get there or do you want to call beforehand?”

“You can order it when you get there. Two Bacon Cheeseburgers. One with ketchup. One plain. Two large fries. One vanilla milkshake and one chocolate milkshake.”

“Anything else?”

“Take a bag and get some of those peanuts they have there too.”

“Will do.”

“If you want anything you can get it as well, you have the company card correct?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then use that.”

“No problem. Be back in about 30.”

“Thank you Ms. Jasmine.”

Jasmine smiled and left his office.

Robyn sighed as she tugged her cardigan over her shoulders and stepped out of her car. She had never been to Chris’s job, the building just looked so official. She grabbed her phone to tuck into her back pocket before closing and locking her car doors.

An officer stopped her at the front desk, requesting her ID and signature on the sign-in sheet. He looked at the name of who she was visiting then looked over the directory book that was secured to the desk, “Go to the tenth floor, door number 640. The security there will take you to Mr. Brown’s office.”

She smiled her thanks then walked to the directions of the elevator. She pressed the button and just as the doors opened, she heard a voice behind her yelling for to hold it. She turned to see an older darker skinned lady, carrying two plastic bags and a drink holder. She quickly pressed the open button and held it until the lady got on, “floor?”

“Ten please.”

Robyn pressed ten then leaned back against the elevator wall. She really should’ve just insisted to talk to Chris over the phone but she had a feeling that this was something they needed to talk about in person anyway. She watched as the elevator screen flashed the floor numbers as they passed each landing before stopping on ten. She pressed open and gestured for the older woman to walk out in front of her. Robyn followed behind her, reading the door number labels against the wall then noticed the woman stopped at 640, exactly where she was going. Security grabbed the door to open it for the older woman as Robyn went to speak, “I’m here to see Christopher Brown.”

The older woman stopped in her tracks, “are you Robyn Fenty?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“You can call me Ms. Jasmine. I’m Chris’s secretary, you can follow me to his office.”

“Oh thank you.”Robyn nodded to the security as he held open the door for her then followed Ms. Jasmine to a corner office far in the back of the room. They stopped at Jasmine’s desk and she pointed with her elbow, “you can go in, the door is being fixed so it’s wide open. He should be at his desk. I’ll bring the food in, in a minute.”

“I can help you if you’d like.”

“That’d be great.”

Robyn grabbed the drink carrier as Jasmine carried the two bags into Chris’s office. He sat up as the two women walked in. Jasmine sat the food on the small table in the corner of the office then took the drink carrier and set it down next to the bags, “Chris, I’m going to finish filing down the hall so I’ll be there if you need anything.”

“Thank you Ms. Jasmine.”

“Robyn, it was nice to meet you.”

“You as well.”

They shook hands then Jasmine excused herself. Chris stood up and smiled, “you look pretty.”

“Oh. Thanks,” Robyn replied as she fiddled with the strap of her crossover purse.

“You ok?”

“I’m good.”

“You don’t look so good.”

“I probably just need to eat.”

“Well don’t let me stop you. You can have a seat. Want me to take your sweater?”

“No, it’s a little cold in here.”

“Oh,” Chris pulled out her chair for her to sit down then moved to the thermostat against the wall. After fiddling with the dial, he turned back to Robyn, “that should be corrected in a few minutes.”

“You don’t have to make any concessions for me.”

“It’s nothing. You’re a guest and I want you to be comfortable.”

Chris sat down in a chair across from her then started taking the food out of the bags. He checked each sandwich before placing the respective ones in front of Robyn then himself, “How was your drive? Did you find the place ok?”

“Yea, it was pretty simple. Thanks for lunch.”

“Not a problem. We both gotta eat right?”

Robyn shrugged her shoulders before grabbing her burger and taking a bite. She carefully set it down on the foil wrapping then took a sip of her milkshake and frowned, “I think I drank off the wrong one. This is chocolate.”

Chris chuckled then switched the cups and took a sip off the straw Robyn used, “no big deal.”

“Sorry, I should’ve checked before I sipped.”

“No big deal as I said. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Can we finish eating before talking?”

“Oh sure. I just thought we could do both but I can wait. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine. It’s warmer in here now.”

“Here let me help with your sweater,” Chris went to stand up and didn’t push back far enough from the table to do so causing him to hit it with his thighs. He caught the milkshakes before they tipped over, “I’m sorry about that.”

“You caught it before anything happened. No need to apologize besides I can handle taking off my sweater.”

“I was gonna hang it up too. Seriously, let me help you.”

Chris moved to stand behind her chair as Robyn shook her sweater off her shoulders. Chris carefully moved the cardigan from behind her and hung it up in his closet before sitting back down.

“I seem to be all thumbs with you today. Sorry.”

“I think we’re both in a bit of weird space, I guess.”

“Very awkward space.”

Robyn giggled then took a sip of her milkshake. Chris smiled over at her as she dipped a fry into ketchup and put it into her mouth, smearing some ketchup on her face. Chris grabbed a napkin and leaned over to wipe her mouth. Her eyes widened before she realized what he was doing. As his hand moved back over to his side of the table, she smiled her thanks then looked back down at her food.

A few minutes later, they both finished eating and were sitting on Chris’s couch. Robyn was still looking down at her fingers, fiddling with them. Chris cleared his throat, “is what you have to talk to me about that serious?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Are the girls ok?”

“They are fine. It’s me. I don’t think I’m ok.”

Chris grabbed one of her hands and she looked at him, “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Robyn sighed, “I think I’m making this more difficult than it needs to be but then again it is complicated. You’re married and-”

“I’m not married. My divorce was finalized days ago.”

“When you stayed over at my house?”

“Yea. I got the call from my lawyer that morning but I got my signed copy of the order a few days ago in the mail.”

“Oh wow.”

“So what’s going on, now that that’s settled?”

“I don’t think I’m prepared to be in a relationship with anyone.”

“Why?”

“I’m still learning to trust myself let alone you. There’s so much I thought I had figured out then you come back into my life and everything just went out the window. Now I’m having weird dreams and not being able to make sense of them. It scares me, to be honest.”

“Weird dreams like what? Us having sex?”

“How’d you-”

“I kind of put two and two together after we spoke in the kitchen. Bajan Girl, you could’ve just said any of this to me then.”

“I’m still trying to make sense of why any of this happening. I had resigned to this just being a friendship thing now I’m in love with you all over again, we’ve kissed, our daughters have seen us and now I’m imagining us having sex. It’s only been a year, this is too much too fast.”

“Robyn, you’re giving us some imaginary timeline that no one says we have to follow. You don’t have to be scared of me or yourself. Tell me what you need from me and I’ll do it. Robyn, I know how this came about is really crazy especially considering we had decided against this back in high school but I want you to believe me and trust me that I love you.”

“My problem isn’t trusting that you love me because it takes more than us loving each other for this to prosper. I almost let me loving you drive me crazy as a teenager, I don’t want to go back there as an adult.”

“What?”

“You really had no clue? I had to program myself to take everything with you at face value and that you were just being Chris and feelings weren’t involved.”

“Everything like what?”

“You always coming over to take a nap in my lap after practice before you went home. You always being overprotective when we hung out. You always buying me gifts and stuff whenever I did good in something.”

“Oh. There were a lot of feelings involved in that. Did you not mean it when you said you thought it was a good idea for us to be just friends?”

“I meant it when I said it, not that everything in me agreed with the sentiment.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought you enjoyed dating around and I didn’t want to get in the middle of that.”

“I would’ve dropped everybody for you if you had just said something to me.”

Robyn shrugged, “I guess.”

“There’s no I guess. Robyn, you’ve always meant everything to me but I genuinely thought you didn’t want to be anything more than friends with me. That’s the only reason I went along with it.”

“Oh.”

“So all those years, you’ve felt like this?”

“Yea.”

“Robyn.”

“What?”

“We definitely could’ve cleared this up.”

“I don’t think so. I think things happened exactly how they were supposed to. I’m not bemoaning a lost opportunity, just understanding why it was lost.”

“So I’m divorced. Do you wanna give this a try?”

“I don’t know. It’s gotta be built on more than just high school puppy love.”

“How about I take you out on a real date? No hiding from the girls or pretending it’s just a friendship date. We can go to the Kem show, ok?”

Robyn thought about it for a moment, then nodded her head, “Ok.”

“I don’t want you to worry about anything. I’m gonna take care of everything.”

“Everything like what?”

“Everything like everything. Trust me?”

“I’m gonna try.”

“Thank you.”

“I should get going, I’m sure you need to get back to work.”

“You’re welcome to stay. If we start dating, you’ll probably be around here more often than not.”

“No assumptions, Chris.”

“I’m not assuming anything.”

“You are so cocky.”

“Confident. There’s a difference.”

“Whatever. Let me get out of here.”

“I’ll call you when I get off, ok?”

“Works for me.”

“Thanks for having lunch and talking with me.”

“Thanks for listening.”

“Always.”

Chris leaned over and pecked her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chris smiled and Robyn poked his temple, “don’t let it go to your head.”

“I won’t if you give me another kiss.”

Robyn rolled her eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again. Chris smoothed his thumb the hinge of her jaw as he slipped his tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss. Robyn’s hand settled on his thigh before she clutched it into a fist, she whispered his name as Chris pulled back just a few inches.

“I really, really love you, Robyn.”

She fell back against her bed and pulled a pillow over her face. She could feel the smile spreading across her face and couldn’t stop it if she wanted to. The pessimistic side of her was sending off warning alarms to not get too comfortable but she wasn’t gonna let it ruin her good mood. They had a date. A real date. She had never wished 3 days would pass faster than she wished right now.

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Robyn sighed as she started gathering her things to exit her office’s conference room. Of course, her boss decided to drop a huge project on her on a Thursday afternoon and requested an update by Friday morning. It was Chris’s day to pick up the girls from school so she could stay late and not worry about them. As she started to walk to her office, she noticed her secretary keep peeking into her office.

“Liz, what are you doing?” She asked as she approached her secretary’s desk.

“Oh Hi Robyn. Apparently, you are very popular today. We’ve had three packages come for you this afternoon.

Robyn frowned, “what? I didn’t order anything.”

“Well somebody did.”

Robyn went into her office and set her tablet and notepad down on her coffee table to walk over to her gift laden desk. She gave the two bouquets of roses a passing glance as she looked at the three boxes sitting next to them. Picking up the smallest of the boxes, she used her keys to slit the tape then flipped open the long rectangular box. Inside was two velvet boxes. She flipped the lids and gasped. A pair of diamond studs and diamond bracelet stared back at her. She closed the boxes then moved to the next one. Slicing the tape, she pulled out a black box with Louboutin scrolled across the top. She slid the inside box out and grabbed one of the velvet bags. She grabbed the shoe out of the bag, “Oh my god.” They were the blackest of black and at least 6 inches high. Placing the shoe on top of the shoebox, she moved to the last of boxes. She sliced open the tape then dug inside the box, pulling out a garment bag. She laid it across her small table in the corner and unzipped it. Before she could say anything, she heard a voice behind her

“You like it?”

She turned around and saw Chris leaning against her door frame, “I knew this was from you but I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“These were personal deliveries. I would’ve been here when you came in but nature called. So you like it?”

“I love it. Everything is beautiful.”

“Told you that I’d take care of everything.”

“Almost everything.”

“No,” Chris replied as he dug into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, “everything, as I said.”

He walked over to her and handed it to her before pecking her lips, “I don’t want to hear anything about you not needing it because it’s for you for our date. You will keep it and you will spend it, Ms. Fenty.”

“You talking like it’s a million dollars or something in there.”

Chris shrugged and Robyn raised her brow as she opened the envelope, “Holy shit. How much is in here?”

“Enough for you to get your hair done, nails done and whatever else you want.”

“Chris, it’s just one night.”

“Doesn’t matter. I want it to be special.”

“I have my own money, you really didn’t have to do any of this.”

“I know and that’s exactly why I did it. Oh, I also bought you lunch too.”

“What?”

Chris moved behind her desk and grabbed a brown bag with Chipotle across the front out of her office chair, “your secretary said you were in a meeting since this morning so I figured you might be hungry,”

“Chris, this is really sweet.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You know you don’t have to do this. I’m not big on the material things.”

“I know but this was important to me so just humor me, please.”

“Ok, ok.”

“Now, I’ve got to get out of here if I’m gonna make it to the girls’ school in time. What time you coming home?”

“I got a big project to start on. I won’t be home until late. Can you get dinner for the girls? There’s leftovers at my house but they might not want that.”

“I can do that. You want anything?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Ok, so I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Ok but you can’t-”

“I’m not gonna stay the night unless you ask me to, I promise.”

“Ok.”

“Give me my kiss so I can go.”

“You will not boss me around, Christopher. You aren’t officially my man yet.”

“You’ve had sex dreams about me. We are past official. Now my kiss.”

Robyn rolled her eyes as she met him halfway. She leaned forward to peck his lips and Chris grabbed her hands to pull her completely into him, “don’t be church-hugging me, girl.”

“Shut up,” Robyn replied with a laugh.

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Are you gonna say that all the time?”

“All the time. If I lose my voice, I’ll say it in sign language.”

‘You so stupid. Go.”

Chris smiled and kissed her again, “that should hold me until you get home. Good luck on your project. If you need anything, just call or text me.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Don’t make me pull my belt, Ms. Fenty.”

“Get out.”

Chris waved at her and left out of her office. Liz popped her head into the door way a few moments later, “you ok, Robyn?”

“I’m good. Can you hold my calls for the next hour?”

“Definitely can. Need anything else?”

“Bring me one of the carts before you leave for the day. I’m gonna be here late.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Liz looked around the room and at Robyn’s face, “He seems like a good guy. Glad you’re happy, Robyn.”

“Thank you.”

Liz left, closing Robyn’s office door behind her.

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

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Would you rather lose your best friend or your boyfriend? What is up with these kind of questions? Do you think people who pay hundreds of dollars on perfume are ridiculous? I personally wouldn’t spend that much on just a bottle of perfume, but that’s me. What is the last thing you tried on in a store? I don’t try things on, I just buy them and hope for the best. Honestly, I very rarely have an issue with something not fitting right. Do you know who Georgia Nicholson is? I had to Google that name and I’m familiar with the books that character is from, but I’ve never read them. Do you ever sleep through your alarm? What happens is that sometimes I’ll get up and turn it off and then fall back asleep. I usually don’t remember even doing that when it happens.

Do you think Sophia Bush is a good actress? The only movie I can think of that I’ve seen her in is John Tucker Must Die, ha. I like that movie, but I wouldn’t say it’s one that would allow her to show off her acting skills. When did you realize you are no longer a child? I went to the same doctor at a children’s hospital until I got the boot at 21 years old. I was too old for the children’s hospital, the place I had gone all my life. Everything I needed was done there, all in one place. Whatever test, x-ray, doctor, surgery, whatever. They took care of everything. When I got the boot, I had to find a new doctor and it was up to me to be on top of things. Before I didn’t have to think about it cause they knew what I needed and they scheduled it, I just had to show up. But let’s be real-- don’t let the fact I’m 30 years old fool you into thinking I’m an adult. I still kind of feel like a kid in a lot of ways. Is sleeping naked more comfortable then in clothes? No. I don’t feel comfortable naked. Are you comfortable enough around your friends to change in front of them? I never changed in front of friends. I was/am way too self-conscious. Does your best friend wear makeup? My mom does, yes. Who is someone you do not understand at all? Me. What is your morning routine? I take my medicine, lie there for awhile, check my social medias and trending news, and then finally drag myself outta bed for coffee. Have you already met your true love? No. I actually thought Ty could have been that for me at one point, though. Apparently not. Have you ever had a dream in which you were making out, or more, with someone? Yeah. Do you prefer to fix the problems or just end the relationship? I wouldn’t want to just end it without trying first. Have you ever accidentally stepped on a cat tail? No, but on a dog tail and paw. D: I feel like the absolute worst anytime that has happened. Dogs are so pure and precious and they act like they did something wrong and try to love on you, and I’m like, “no, sweet angel, I’m the piece of shit you didn’t do anything!” Did they meow really loud? Since my experiences have been with dogs, no. They yelp. Do you ever go to Plyrics.com? I probably have before.

Did you know that when a worm is cut in two both pieces grow again and continue living? EW, yes asjklsfjlsdfks Do veggies gross you out? I’m very picky and only like a handful of vegetables. Do you know what Bluekaffee is? No. Chicken burger, fish burger or ham burger? Hamburger. What is the best brand of ketchup? We just use Heinz. Would you run down the street completely naked for 1,000$? Could it be pitch dark outside and no one else is around? Have you ever dated someone in secret? My parents didn’t know. How do you get splinters out? I’ve used nail clippers. Thankfully, splinters are a rare occurrence. What is something all relationships need to be healthy? Trust and communication are definitely part of it. Do you know who sings ‘Lover I don’t have to love’? Nope. Do you bring pillows and blankets on road trips? No. If a stranger adds you on facebook, do you add them back? Nope. I only accept friend requests from people I know. Does walking by yourself make you nervous? Yeah, I don’t walk around by myself. When dog’s bark, do you think it actually sounds like ‘ruff’? Yeah, sometimes. What about when cows moo? Yeah. How far is the airport from your house? It’s pretty close. CSI or Crimnal Minds? I don’t watch either one. Can you make cookies from scratch? I’ve never tried. Do you ever send people good morning texts? No. Is there someone who makes you blush when you just say hi to them? No. Do you kiss your pets? Yes. Have you ever forgotten where you parked your car? I don’t drive. Does your leg itch right now? No. What’s worse then a stomach flu? A lot of things, but the stomach flu is pretty shitty. Can you fall asleep in cars? Yeah. Why did you go to church the last time you went? Ty invited me to a New Year’s Eve dinner and service. That was in 2015. Who made you supper last night? I made Ramen. Do you say mag or magazine? Usually magazine, but I’ve said “mag”, too. Would you rather marry someone repulsive or be alone forever? >> I’d definitely never marry someone I thought was repulsive. That idea is repulsive. <<< Seriously. Would your parents approve of you dating someone of a different race? Yes. How old is the oldest person you know? Mid 80s. Do you think Americans are pigs? No? What was on the last sandwich you ate? Bologna, sharp cheddar cheese, mayo, mustard, and spinach. Whose the last person who asked your name? I don’t remember. Remember the loot bags you used to get at birthdays? Weren’t they awesome? Sure. When is the last time you saw a monkey on TV? When I watched that Serengeti documentary on Discovery Channel a couple months ago. Do you buy scratch tickets? I have before. Who has it easier: adults or teenagers? Why? I wouldn’t say either one has it “easier.” It can be difficult for both. Different problems perhaps, but still difficult. What’s the last thing you spent over twenty dollars on? Some shirts from Hot Topic. Would you be sad if you were 50 and still not married? Not about not being married, but if I’ve never met anyone or had a serious relationship by then I think I would be. Have you ever been so drunk you couldn’t even talk right? Kind of. :/ Not fun. Do you know anyone with a million middle names? Ha, yeah. Are brand name food items really better then store brand ones? Sometimes, but not necessarily. Certain things definitely are. Is ceaser salad the best kind of salad? I like it. Is it dark out yet? No, it’s 1:14PM. Do you believe that love is just an excuse to get hurt? Uh, no? Is there a Booster Juice in your city? Nope. Never even heard of it. If its called INTERNATIONAL house of pancakes, why isnt there one in Canada? You should hit them up about that. Do hugs help when you’re sad? Sometimes. At least for the moment. How did you meet the last person you kissed? Mutual friend. Do you buy more things online or in stores? Online nowadays. What is the best thing to eat with fish? The best thing is not eating fish at all. Blech. Isn’t it annoying when people treat music like a trend? I don’t care, man. I have bigger issues. Do online dating sites ever work? For some people. I know people who met on a dating site or app, got married, and are quite happy together.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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2pcanadas-googlehistory · 7 years

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@2pswedens-googlehistory

writing prompts under the cut (’cause there are a lot of them. I kinda copied and pasted them from various tumblr posts so I could find them later)

“Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.” “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.” “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?” “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.” "There is always time for a high-five.” “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.” “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.” “A demonic sugar glider?” “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.” “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!” “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…) “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.” “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!” “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!” “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?” “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?” “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!” “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was” “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?” “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?” “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.” “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time” “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!” “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.” “OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!” “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven! "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?” “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!” *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?” “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!” “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO” “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!” “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?” “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!” “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.” “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…” “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me” “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?” “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.” “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.” “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.” “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.” “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!” “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?” “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.” “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!” “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!” “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?” “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?” “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!” “Have you seen?… oh shit” “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?” “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!” “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!” “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.” “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.” “Oh, no honey, put that back…” “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.” “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…” “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?” “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?” “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.” "I pay your taxes” “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.” “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?” “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.” “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.” “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?” “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!” “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?” “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended” “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?” “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?” “Spoon” “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“ ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“ "Is the food supposed to be moving?” “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone, you bombed a minor country, got married to a stripper, and assassinated a world leader?!” “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!” “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?” “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!” “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!” “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?” “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?” “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!” “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?” “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL” “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.” “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….” “I thought you were dead.” “So did I” “John dont flush the dog down the toilet” “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??” “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??” “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?” “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??” “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.” “Why do I do this to myself?” “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.” “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?” “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.” “Nope, I absolutely refuse to touch that.” “How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?” “Why is it suddenly purple?” “Pass me the sledgehammer.” “Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?” “In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.” “I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.” “Careful, don’t drop – “ “And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.” “It’s sticky.” “You need to stop.” “Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.” “What’s with the pigtails?” “How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?” “Ow, what was that for?” “Ugh, why did I eat that?” “In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.” “Run!” “Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.” “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave like 5 minutes ago.” “What do you mean by leaving?” “I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.” “Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.” “Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!” “No, the house is definitely not haunted, why do you ask?” “Get over here now and bring a tarp.” “I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.” “I’ve got everything under control.” “At this point, what else could possibly go wrong?”

“I just really need to have you here right now.” “Didn’t you see what I did?!” “Oh fuck, oh FUCK.” “Please come get me.” “Where are you?!” “I’m coming, just sit tight!” “Look at me - just breathe, okay?” “I can’t breathe!” “You don’t have to stay.” “It’s all my fault.” “It’s all YOUR fault!” “Don’t fucking touch me.” “Please I just… really need space right now.” “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m gonna be sick.” “Ever wonder if the world would be better off without you… ?” “I’m sick of being USELESS.” “You’re not useless.” “Shit, are you bleeding?!” “Please, put it DOWN.” “Shh, c’mere…” “It’s okay to cry…” “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.” “I’m not cut out for this.” “Just leave me ALONE.” “Please listen to me-” “You can trust me.” “Don’t trust me.” “What happened doesn’t change anything.”

“Come over here and make me.” “Have you lost your damn mind!?” “Please, don’t leave.” “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” “I almost lost you.” “Wanna bet?” “Don’t you ever do that again!” “Teach me how to play?” “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” “I think we need to talk.” “Kiss me.” “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” “So, I found this waterfall…” “It could be worse.” “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” “The paint’s supposed to go where?” “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” “Just once.” “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” “I got you a present.” “I’m pregnant.” “Marry me?” “I thought you were dead.” “It’s not what it looks like…” “You lied to me.” “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” “Please don’t do this.” “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” “I wish I could hate you.” “Wanna dance?” “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” “Hey! I was gonna eat that!” “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” “You did all of this for me?” “I swear it was an accident.” “YOU DID WHAT?!” “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” “Tell me a secret.” “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.” “No one needs to know.” “Boo.” “Well this is awkward…”

51. “What the hell are you wearing?” 52. “Can I kiss you?” 53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!” 54. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” 55. “Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?” 56. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” 57. “Teach me to fight.” 58. “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.” 59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” 60. “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…” 61. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” 62. “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” 63. “Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.” 64. “Are you ticklish?” 65. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” 66. “The only thing I want is you.” 67. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you.” 68. “PILLOW FIGHT!” 69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?” 70. “You’re so beautiful.” 71. “Kiss me, quick!” 72. “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.” 73. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 74. “Don’t let go.” 75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?” 76. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…” 77. “There was never a choice.” 78. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.” 79. “That’s the third time I’ve saved your life!” 80. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?” 81. “I need you to leave.” 82. “This is all your fault! I can’t believe I listened to you!” 83. “It’s always been you.” 84. “I’m dying.” 85. “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.” 86. “I guess dying with you isn’t the worse way to go.” 87. “You were never just my friend.” 88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” 89. “I’m not leaving you!” 90. “I can’t do this anymore.” 91. “I remember everything.” 92. “What do you want me to say?” 93. “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore.” 94. “I bet I can make you scream my name.” 95. “There’s no going back if we do this.” 96. “I never thought you’d hurt me but I was wrong. You hurt me the most.” 97. “I want you and I know you want me too.” 98. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.” 99. “We’re in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you’re totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here.”

“Tell me who did this to you”

2. “I’m sure this bathroom has seen worse.”

3. “Don’t you think I tried that? It won’t come off!”

4. “Please, I need you to wake up.”

5. “Look. If I couldn’t open it, then there’s no way you can.”

6. “It was a really nice thought, but all I wanted was dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.”

7. “Don’t worry. I’ll be watching the whole time.”

8. “That looks amazing on you.”

9. “So there I am, spread eagle with whipped cream on my tits, and the asshole actually stops to ask whether or not it’s organic!”

10. “That’s definitely not mine.”

11. “It’s your fault really. You should have known better than to leave me in charge of the cake.”

12. “I know they say violence isn’t the answer, but I’d really like to test that theory out right now.”

13. “I hope you understand that this is mine now.”

14. “You were the one who walked out. Not me.”

15. “You know, I thought it was going to be too big when I first saw it, but now I really like it.”

16. “Do you want my coffee? They screwed up my order.”

17. “I don’t care how sexy it is when you talk like that. It’s not helping.”

18. “Don’t tell me you’re falling asleep! The meteor shower is just starting!”

19. “I trusted you. They told me not to, but I did, and now this is what I get.”

20. “You smoke?!”

21. “Look, there are a lot of things I said while drunk, but I really did mean that.”

22. “Just…just let me catch my breath.”

23. “When are you going to realize that I will always come back for you?”

24. “I don’t think it’s going to rain.”

25. “Give me a name.”

26. “I dance like a drunk chicken and I am okay with that. You should be too.”

27. “I’m not sure which god I pissed off, but I know for a fact that I am cursed.”

28. “Just…I don’t know! Put a towel over it. No one will notice.”

29. “Listen here, asshole. This one’s mine.”

Are you wearing lace underwear? “What do you mean there is a body in our cellar?!” “Take off your shirt.” “If you ever do that again - I’m going to kill you!” “Stop playing a hero and let me help!” “I can’t believe I married you.” “I’m going to warn you once…” “I’m not an expert, but I think you should try that again.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” “I love you and I hate you, can you see my struggle?” “I wish I could trust you.” “Um… why are your hands on my ass?” “So, you are saying you tried to save me?” “Stop stealing my food!” “Just come home, okay?” “Please, tell me this is a joke.” ‘I didn’t know how to tell you.” “Let me do that.” “You could have died!” ‘We are so screwed.” “I did that to protect you!” “Don’t make me do this.” “You are the best I ever had. Don’t leave me.” “I did this for you.” “I trust you.” “I bet my life on you.” “Is there anything you want to tell me?” “Shut up and kiss me.” “What have you done!?” “Sorry, I got distracted, come again?” “Please, calm down.” “I failed.” “Please, don’t kill me.” “We need a plan, now!” “I don’t talk to strangers.” “You owe me.” “I’m with you till the end of line.” “You want me what?” “I didn’t know you could sing.” “We’re in this together.”

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theoriginalivyannazimuth · 5 years

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Because Reddit is having issues this is my submission to Malicious Compliance. Mostly so I can copy paste it later

Hello reddit, today I will tell you a tale of romance, betrayal, and smipublic streeking.

(WARNING THERE IS A LOT OF BACKSTORY FOR THIS SO ITS A LONG POST)

I don't go here much as I usually watch RSLASH and /Start and tend to prefer to lurk rather than post (unless its to promote my youtube) but I thought you may like to hear this, so here I go.

I don't usually put my real name online but some people may know me as LadyAzimuth (hi guys!)

I am 23 and my mother and I have always had a rocky relationship; by which I mean that she was mentally abusive to me and physically to my older sister back in the day. Now not to be rude but my mother has always had some mental problems which is why I ignored a good amount of the BS she did.

When I was young and spending the weekend at my father's i spilled some fries witch ketchup however and immediately began sobbing and apologizing for making a mess and going into full panic attack mode. My father calmed me down and asked me some questions which made me come to the realization that I was being pretty heavily abused by my mother.

Couple that with the many MANY years of physical abuse (I was bi in the late 90s and early 2000s and it wasnt legal to marry where I am until 05 so I got my ass kicked alot) and that made the perfect cocktail of dependence and silence.

My mother would constantly tell me I was being dramatic when I was heavily suicidal, dumb when it turns out i am dyslexic, and a cry baby when I would have anxiety attacks. Of course that all stopped when she got diagnosed for almost everything I have.

This may seem like useless information but I need you to understand why I act the way I am in this situation.

Now I have always been obedient. When her mother died i was in my teens and ended up having to raise my 2 younger siblings while my mom and stepfather were in a different city (will be referred to as L henceforth for privacy )

I ended up doing worse in school (I was already having issues because COULDN'T READ) and having to give up doing karate which was the closest thing to therapy I had. I had gotten a few awards for rising through the ranks quicker than others and my teacher thought I could have been a teacher in a few years time if I had continued the way that I was.

Now note, I never asked for a thank you. I believe that you should do your best to help other when they need it and it is ridiculous to demand thanks for it, but I do expect the base level of respect.

My mother only respects herself and her reputation.

I was working at a famous Canadian coffee shop (the one from the memes, you all know what one) for 2 years and I and everyone else was abused for years at it. I stayed longer than 70% of the people working there. This place was the worst. AC didn't work in the summer and it got to about 45 -50 degrees in there, of course we weren't allowed water breaks.

This place also did not want anyone to ever log their injuries. My friend logged a slip that resulted in her being in a hip brace and they cut her hours from full time to 1 4 hour shift a week for it. It was because of this and my being used to being abused that I didn't log a injury I got while trying to open a stuck fridge door.

I have bad knees so I ended up having them lock up while I tried to yank this door open underneath the deli counter causing my kneecap to pop off and my leg to collapse causing a v shape going outwards with the knee. I can't explain it well, but suffice to say, knees do NOT work that way. This is an injury that causes me pain almost every day of my life now, and because I was bullied into not recording it and it was almost 2 years ago now with everyone who was there having quit, there's nothing legally I can do.

I ended up leaving that place when an older lady who had been written up 7 times and not fired dispute almost attacking customers numerous times, screamed at a customer I was helping causing me to have a panic attack. I went to the back and was having a breakdown when she stormed in, threw the clipboard that holds the schedule at my head and punched a bookshelf beside me. I knew nothing would be done, so I left.

It was freeing for all of 5 minutes. Like a weight off my shoulders. Like when you're in a car crash and when you open your eyes, it was just a fender bender.

And then my mother demanded rent.

I had already paid my rent for the month (it was only about the 5th of April) and she was demanding next months rent "just to be sure"

Of course the next month comes around and she demands more rent, even though I paid in advance and went into debt to do it.

This was the beginning of the end.

My stepfather told her she was being ridiculous and to drop it so I could find work. And she did, for a bit. Now I currently live in K. K is a largish city that's only an hour away from Toronto on the 401 and even with the minimum wage being 14 an hour in Ontario, you still can not afford a 1 bedroom apartment in the ghetto here off 1 persons wages.

On top of that there aren't enough jobs to go around. Every single interview I've gone to has had no less than 5 other people to interview aside from me and that's on the low end.

So I've been jobless since April.

Fast forward a few months and my mother and stepfather break up. She and him had been together for 19 years and she has been cheating on him for 7 moths with her vocal instructor who is also a mutual friend of theirs.

They decide that they want to co-parent as to not disrupt the children's lives. Which would be acceptable if that was the case and not just a cover story so the kids don't worry.

The truth is, my mother sold her share of her company because she (like a whiny child) couldn't get along with her.

I mean admittedly she is a plastic prep who never grew out of it but I digress...

So she sold her part of the company and is taking payments of about 1000 a week for 2 years I think?

Rather than putting this towards the rent, shes been spending money like it's going out of style.

Since then she has bought a grand fucking piano which she's still making payments on, a whole ass horse and is paying for monthly board for her. She eats out nearly every single day and drives across cities numerous times a day in her giant gas guzzling ford truck.

To top it off, she attempted to ride said horse before properly rehabilitating it (it had been neglected and underfed so she was antsy and none of the saddles fit correctly) so it threw her.

Kali, I love you, you beautiful mare you, but you sent my mother to destination fucked, and I don't appreciate it.

She landed on her ankle, shattered it, nearly twisted it off completely and broke the leg bone clean in half. She nearly lost the leg due to infection and 15 months later we are still looking at about 10 more months of recovery if all go's well.

Now just because we live in Canada, doesn't mean this is a cheap endeavor. In fact my step father had to double his workload in the business he owned to make up for it, and the household is still having some issues (I'm not saying we are broke, because the lights are on and everyone is comfortable but we have to live by the dollar at this point.)

So money has been coming up a lot recently and has been another way to demean me and manipulate me and make me feel like trash.

The money is the reason why she want's to co-parent, because otherwise she most likely would not be able to support herself with how shes hemorrhaging money and cant work. (Physically she can, she just would prefer not to and to go out every day and night to party and bang her boyfriend. Did I mention she still hasn't legally divorced my father and still has his last name?

So a week to the day that they made the separation announcement, she gets my stepfather to tell me for her that I have to leave.

Because she wan'ts somewhere to sleep that isn't the couch.

And to "help me out" I could sleep on the couch until I find a place and maybe my family from L can help.

My family who most live off of welfare and minimum wage jobs in the shit end of town.

She didn't tell me when I was to leave, despite me asking her, I assume it was because I can be pretty scary when I am angry and screaming, I'll admit. I learned from my stepfather that I had to be out within the week.

I have to leave, with less than no money because my mother cheated on my stepfather.

Some people wounder what they are worth, money wise. I found out I am worth 500 CAD and some middle aged balding white man dick. How lovely.

So of course I have a total melt down. My friend took me in for a few days because I was on the edge of suicide and still am and couldn't be in the house anymore.

So I've contacted my family in L and am making arrangements to leave and its been a week to the day. Things are slow going as I find someone who can host me on their couch until I get on my feet so I'm on borrowed time.

I got frustrated as since then my mother hasn't said a word to me and has pretended I don't exist so I asked her what the hell she expected from me and how she could act like this.

I got this response. "Just take your shit and go"

OK.

I have a large room, most of the rooms in this house are large so its quite a bit to pack but I've got it more or less.

(Pic here The Packed Room )

In said room I have a lovely wooden bedroom set given to me from my grandmother before she died, as it was in the bedroom I always stayed in when I was at her house. There's a bedside table, bed with a nice head board and a large vanity with a huge mirror.

I never had anything as nice as that before grandmother so I made sure years ago with my stepfather that when I move, its going with me.

On top of that, i have a large old desk that used to be in the office before my stepfather upgraded, a TV which was gifted to me, 8 bookshelves that I saved from being tossed years ago, lovely purple blackout curtains with black flowers on them and a matching lamp and a leather futon couch which is actually quite classy and a PS4,3 and 2. (she occasionally games so I know she's been eyeing those)

I know my mom. I know she wants everything inside of here and will fight tooth and nail for it. But not only is everything in here mine and the accumulation of years, I have my stepfathers permission to take everything, because it is mine.

Take my shit and go? Ok. I will. My friend's grandfather is offering to store my stuff in his empty rooms because he is the kindest old veteran you'll ever meet. I'm taking EVERYTHING.

NOTHING will be left behind.

I hope she enjoys sleeping on the floor because I know for fact we don't have a spare bed.

And as I'm just taking my shit and going, Ill make sure to not tell her about how the very large window super heats the room in the summer at 3 in the afternoon and is almost as cold as the outside is in winter because it was never properly installed. I'll also neglect to tell her where the window leaks when it rains to put down towels so mold dosn't start growing. I'll neglect to tell her about how the wifi doesn't reach up here most of the time so she will have to wonder if her tech is broken.

Unrelated but she REALLY cares about what other people think and that's why I had the thick curtains.

The week is up in a few minutes so I took down MY curtains. Because I'm just taking my stuff and going right?

So I hope out neighbors don't see my chubby while butt undressing to sleep. I used to sleep naked.

I think I'll do that tonight.

TL;DR:

Mom gave the sacred succ to a person she shouldn't have, kicked me out with no warning, so now her one legged ass will be sleeping on the floor of the fancy room she traded me for and will have to answer questions to the whole cul du sac of middle aged upper middle class stuck up moms that she runs the community facebook page for about why her daughter was giving the neighborhood a strip show.

Also she may freeze / sweat to death before she figures out the window is fucked.

Will update once I'm gone about her reaction. Thanks for reading and remember:

Some times you just gatta do what you're told lol.

#Malicious Compliance

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Sansational! Part 3: Empress-ed

Only thing better than a bachelor party is a bachelor after party!

Sansational!

Part 3: Empress-ed

Sans

Boy, what a crazy night this was turning out to be. I was treated to two bachelor parties, great gifts, and a free lap dance thanks to Asgore. What did a lazy ass like me do to deserve such great family and friends?

Now I was on my way to get my complimentary lap dance from The Empress. I got the empress-ion that she was pretty popular in this strip club. If her photo on the card was any indication, I could kinda see why. She was a beautiful monster. Not as beautiful as Tori, but she came pretty damn close. From the looks of things she was also tall like Toriel…and I gotta admit I liked that. Geez…I think I might have a bit of a fetish going here.

The V.I.P. room was dimly lit with purple track lighting. It was pretty quiet compared to outside the door. I could kind of hear the music coming from the main part of the club, but it was very muffled. There was some ambient music playing softly and the subtle scent of lavender hung in the air. I didn't see anyone else in the room, so I settled down on the sectional sofa and got comfortable. I noticed a complimentary bottle of fancy ketchup sitting on one of the end tables. I felt so happy when I read the gift tag, which read 'to my sexy Sans from your future wife. I'll ketchup with you later.' So that must have been why Tori asked me if I had gotten to the club yet. She wanted to make sure her gift for me got there before me. She's such a sweet lady. I'll make sure to thank her when I get home.

As I took a swig of ketchup I froze, the bottle still pressed against my mouth, when I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from a shadowy place near the back of the room. It sounded feminine and soft with a slight accent I couldn't quite place.

"'Allo, cutie. 'Ow you enjoying your time so far?"

I set my ketchup bottle down and peered into the dimly lit corner see the hint of a tall, slender figure leaning against the wall. I couldn't make out all of her features, but I could clearly see a pair of long, lean legs covered in silver gray fur. I recalled the photo on the lap dance pass and came to the conclusion that I was in the presence of the Empress.

"uh…hey…i'm having a sans-tastic time. thanks for asking."

In spite of the dimmed lights I could still make out the puzzled expression on her face. She stood up straight and took a few steps toward me, allowing me to get a better look at her. As I expected, she was tall. She didn't seem to be as tall as Tori, who's 6'9". I'd say the Empress is about 6' tall. She had a pretty face with almond shaped eyes. Her ears were set near the top of her head and looked kind of like a cat's ears. Her pearly fangs poked from beneath her flirty smile as she continued to approach me. I'm not gonna lie. This monster was fuckin' sexy. She was so sexy it was making me feel uncomfortable.

"While I'm glad you've been having fun tonight, I'm 'bout to take the fun to a whole…other…level." As she spoke the last three words she took three more steps closer. "But first, I need you to close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you."

I gave it some thought before shutting my eye sockets. I didn't know this monster, and I kinda have trust issues that go way back. Then I realized I was being a bit paranoid. She was just going to give me a lap dance. That's what she was getting paid for. If she crossed the line I would make sure that she had a bad time. So, I closed my eye sockets. As soon as I did that I heard some music start playing. It sounded like a club remix of 'Sexual Healing', or some shit. By then I could feel a presence right in front of me. Moments later I felt a furry hand against my left malar bone and a warm pair of lips press against my right one. She had overstepped her boundaries from the get go. I immediately pushed her away as my magic pooled into my left eye socket.

Normally, I'm a pretty laid back monster. It takes a lot to get me riled up. There's certain things you just don't do to me. Don't mess with my family and DO NOT overstep personal boundaries. I went off on her like a rabid dog, I was so pissed.

"look, bitch! you got a lotta nerve puttin' your lips on me! this may be my first lap dance, but i have sense enough to know that it don't involve kissing! you're lucky i didn't…!"

Once my eyes caught up with my mouth I had to pause. Hold on…milky white fur, long floppy ears, horns, and reddish brown eyes? This isn't the same monster from the photo, or the same monster that was just standing in front of me! What the fuck happened?

"t-tori?" That's when I saw that lovely smile and there was no doubt in my mind, even in the dim light. Oh, god…I had just called my fiancé a bitch! "tori! babe, i'm so sorry!" It took me a moment to realize that I had my left hand thrust forward and that my future wife's soul was visible and blue. I apologized profusely after I cancelled out my spell. I didn't stop apologizing until her big, soft hands took hold of my face and she kissed me.

"Sans, it is all right."

"b-but i just called you a bitch and turned your soul blue and…!"

"Sans…my love, you didn't know it was me at first. I'm actually glad that you reacted that way."

"what? really?"

"Yes. You want to know why, do you not?" I was curious about that, in spite of me finally noticing the lacy, purple lingerie she was wearing. The lighting gave her fur and the lace an iridescent appearance, and the lingerie accentuated her curves perfectly. I couldn't believe I almost dunked the shit out of this gorgeous lady! "Sans, are you all right?"

"huh? oh, yeah. i'm fine. was just admiring the view." She giggled shyly and blushed. Oh my stars, she's so precious.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it. Anyway, The reason I'm here is because…I haven't been honest with myself or you about my feelings."

"what do you mean, tori?"

"I know I said I'm ok with you looking at the strippers, and I am…it's just that once I found out about the lap dance it bothered me…a lot." She leaned closer until our foreheads touched and we were seeing eye to eye. "I can't stand the thought of someone else touching you…that way."

"so, you're saying you were jealous?"

"Y-yes. I probably sound silly…"

"no,no! that actually sounds kinda hot to me. you don't want some other lady pawin' all over your sexy sansy, right?"

"Right." That's when I saw her look down at my shirt. "Sans, why are you wearing a shirt with a rooster and an owl on it?" I decided to give her moment to catch on.

"take a closer look, babe." I could tell the wheels were turning in her mind, then she shrugged, having given up on figuring out the punchline. "if you cross and owl with a rooster you get...a cock that stays up all night." And then came that bubbly, bleaty, beautiful laugh of hers. There was no way I could have NOT fallen in love with that laugh. Still giggling, she kissed me once more before standing up. Wow. This gorgeous creature was going to be my wife in a couple days. I gotta make damned sure I don't fuck things up.

"Sans…uh, since I pretty much ruined your free lap dance I would love to make it up to you."

"oh, really? how so?"

"I'm going to give you a private show. You'd like that, would you not?"

In my mind I shouted a hearty 'HELL YEAH!' which came out as "sounds cool to me, tori."

She ran over to some kind of control panel on the other side of the room. She manipulated the screen for a few seconds until another song started playing. Once she returned she did something I had never seen her do before. She danced. Now I had seen Tori dance before, but that was silly, goofy fun she had with Frisk. This dance was neither silly nor goofy. It did leave me with a goofy ass grin on my face though. Well, goofier than normal. I had no idea that Toriel could roll her hips like that. Soon she had her whole body moving as if she had made time and space her bitch and was loving every second. It was like watching liquid fire. She looked glorious. It was suddenly clear to me that I was marrying a goddess.

When she knelt in front of me I could feel her body heat and magic radiating from her. That's when the teasing began. She began rubbing my rib cage through my t-shirt as she brushed her soft fur against my bones. Damn, that felt good! I could feel her heat down to the marrow.

"Sans…"

"yeah, tori?"

"What did you think of my dance?"

"I thought it was quite hip-notizing." I shuddered as she laughed at the pun. It wasn't her usual, cute laugh. It was deeper and more sensual. Damn it, how did this sweet lady turn out to be so fuckin' hot?

Toriel

Words can't express how happy it made me to see my fiancé enjoying my touch. Until we had our first intimate encounter I had no idea a skeleton monster had so many sensitive spots. The very thought of some other female touching my Sans in those sensitive spots got me fired up, and not in a good way. He's my skele-cutie and I was going to make sure to make this the best bachelor after party for my love.

I lifted his t-shirt and slid my hands over his ribcage as I released a tiny bit of my magic. His cute little moans just encouraged me to tease him even more. I asked him to raise his arms above his head, allowing me to remove his t-shirt with ease. I was surprised he let me take it off in a place far beyond our bedroom. Hell, it wasn't until five months into our dating that he removed all of his clothes when we made love. He tended to be self conscious about the scars on his left humerous and several of his ribs. He never told me what caused the scars, and I didn't press him for details.

As I continued to massage his rib cage I couldn't help but gaze into his face. His eyes were half closed, his smile was relaxed, and his cheekbones were tinted blue. He looked as if he was in paradise, and I felt a bit proud that my touch took him there. It was time to kick the teasing up a notch. I knew his spinal column was another sensitive spot for him, so I gripped it at the base just above his sacrum. I smiled as I got a big reaction from him. He let out a pleasured groan as he arched his spine. I so love it when he's vocal like this. Once I started licking his sternum I had him begging and pleading for his release. I was going to give him what he wanted, just not right then and there. It wasn't long before my beloved Sans was a sobbing mess. He always cried just before his climax, which I found so adorable. He was feeling so good he could no longer contain himself. I told him how cute he looked as I kissed away his tears.

"t-tori…i'm s-so close…" he whimpered as I traced a claw down his sacrum to his coccyx. I gave his tail bone slow, deliberate strokes as we shared a kiss. With one last down stroke I felt him moan into our kiss. It sent a wonderful, vibrant sensation through my whole body as his magic mixed with mine. He then slumped down on the sofa shirtless, eyes closed, and with the most content expression I'd ever seen. "babe, that was fuckin' amazing. remind me to return the favor soon."

"You can bet I most certainly will, my dear."

I leaned in for another kiss when the dimmed lights suddenly brightened. Sans' eyes shot open and we both looked around to see who had turned on the lights. Although I couldn't see her, I heard the Empress' voice give a brief explanation.

"You were booked for thirty minutes, sweetie. Sorry, but your time's up. There's a wash room with a shower back 'ere if you need it. Congratulations on your pending nuptials."

With that we didn't hear her speak another word. Sans and I decided to make use of the shower. I noticed a gift bag for Sans on the sink. It contained a Peccadillos t-shirt, a music CD, some K-Y jelly, and a pair of soft cuffs. Oh, my…I could see all these things being quite useful in the future.

My fiancé and I took a quick shower together. Sans spent most of it with his face either buried in my cleavage or between my legs. After our shower Sans donned the complimentary t-shirt and put his punny t-shirt and bottle of fancy ketchup in the gift bag. I kissed him one last time before he headed back to the main part of the club. Before leaving the V.I.P. room he paused to ask me something.

"tori, how did you find out about the lap dance when even i didn't know about it?"

"Oh, I have my connections, sweetie. Being the former Queen of Monsters does have its perks."

"heh. that makes sense. also, how did you convince the empress to let you switch places with her?"

"Sans, my love, I was trained in diplomacy so I'm quite aware of the power of persuasion."

With a flick of my wrist I let some of my fire magic dance across my fingertips for emphasis. I think I got my point across.

Sans

Holy shit, Toriel can be a bit savage. I think that's one of the sexiest things about her. Boy, have I got issues. I kissed my future wife one last time before we parted ways, making sure to ask her to be wearing that lingerie when I made it home. She said she'll consider it. Tori can be such a tease. She left the back way to go pick up Frisk from the babysitter's house (and to avoid the rest of the guys seeing her), while I returned to our reserved tables.

"WELCOME BACK, BROTHER! HOW WAS YOUR LAP DANCE?"

"it was pretty great. in fact, i was quite…"

"OH GOD, SANS, NO…"

"…empress-ed."

"DAMN IT, NOW I REGRET EVEN ASKING," Papyrus grumbled as we all pretty much staggered onto the party bus.

"guys, i just want to thank you for all this. i had a really great time. i hadn't had that much fun in a while."

"Aww, no problem, Sans. Glad you enjoyed yourself." Doggo slapped me on the back pretty hard. It knocked the breath outta me for a second. He seemed pretty drunk, but not as drunk as Dogamy.

"hey, dogamy, you got any other plans for the night?"

"H-hellllll yeahhhhh! I'm a…I'm a go home and f-fu-fuck da SHIT outta my wife! Whoo!"

"tmi, dude. tmi."

"Fuck you, Sans! HA HA!"

"no thanks, i'm taken."

The party bus driver was kind enough to drop each of us at our respective homes. Leaving a bunch of inebriated monsters wandering the streets wasn't good for business apparently. It's a good thing we all lived near each other. Paps and I were the last ones to be dropped off. When we got inside it was quiet in the house. That was expected since it was about 1 AM. Fortunately it was Spring Break so Frisk didn't have to get up for school. Although Frisk attended Monster School (for the most part), Toriel, who was the headmistress of the school, did her best to observe the same breaks and holidays that the human schools followed. That was also the reason Tori and I chose that particular weekend for our wedding.

Paps and I shuffled upstairs to our rooms to call it a night. I was still a bit tipsy and didn't trust myself to teleport. Shit, I might've ended up with my head in the toilet or somethin'. I stopped by Frisk's to check on them. They were out cold. I stroked their messy brown locks then gave them a good night skele-kiss on the top of their head. When I got to the room I shared with Tori I could see she was already sound asleep. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her wearing the beautiful lingerie from before. My lady sure is great at keeping a promise. I changed into a pair of pajama bottoms, but kept my Peccadillos t-shirt on. I climbed into bed to cuddle up with the soft and warm love of my life. I played with one of her velvety ears as I observed her peaceful features. I'm such a lucky goofball to have such a wonderful, beautiful lady by my side.

"i love you so fuckin' much, tori." Right then I heard the cutest snore/snort come from her. My Tori is just so damned perfect.

Next Part: Eat, Drink, and Be Married

AN: The song I imagine Tori would dance to for Sans is a real song titled 'Luv Ya Bad.' There's lyrics that refer to 'my queen, my wife' and the song in general made me think of Toriel and Sans. Also, the tropical dance mix of 'Sexual Healing' is also a real thing. You can find both of those songs on the Pandora app if you want to have a listen. Anywho, I'm still open for kink requests. Don't be shy, now!

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