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mooonjin · 2 years

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Hello!!!i read your echo fic and im in love ;_; as much as i want to ask for a hunter x reader echo doesnt get alot of love, so can you write a hunter x jedi reader where both reader is scarred after order 66 and echo comforts the reader and they both really connect after that and after a while start falling for eachother? Sorry its so long but i feel like echo needs someone TTT

Your Comfort Buddy

Notes: MY FIRST REWUEST HELLO ANON TYSM FOR REWUETING im so sorry this got you pretty late, i tried to do thid tumblr scheduling thing and i kinda messed up the release for this oops... also i hope this i what you're looking for?? <3

Pairing: Echo x Jedi!gn!reader

Summary: Order 66 left the Jedi's all over the galaxy into shambles. You happened to stumble upon the best of the best clones but one of them really stood out to you.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of order 66, very minor violence, kissing (one of the kisses gets a teeny bit spicy), no use of y/n — tell me if I've missed anything!

The Clone Wars.

The name that could either bring fear to someone or pure hatred.

For some, it could be both or the polar opposites.

Noble Jedi Masters, Knights, and Padawans lead thousands, maybe even a million clone army's into a galaxy-wide battle against the Separatists. As it's heartbreaking to realise, it was all orchestrated by Emperor Palpatine himself. As the wars drew to a fiery close, his endgame was soon to be the downfall of the Jedi and their precious Republic.

"Execute Order 66."

The Emperors gravelly voice rang through transmission disks and the heads of the clone army's. Some of them would've thought they went insane until they weren't able to resist the order.

Blasters shot erupted throughout the inner and outer rims, planets and systems. The killing of a clones' General, Commander, Leader.

Their best friend.

The sound of your lightsaber hummed as you deflected the last of the B1s' shots, but the eerily noise of DC-15A behind you was enough to make you freeze.

"Commander?" was all you were able to mumble before a blaster shot came barreling from your left.

"No!—"

"Hey, hey! You're okay. Please look at me." Echo's voice was soft and reassuring. He caught you, once again, having nightmares about a certain incident. He pressed his lips together, grinning slightly as you made eye contact with him. Your panting slowed down and your posture eased up a bit.

You returned a lopsided grin when you came crashing back down to reality. You had no idea what time it was but you sounded like you were still rolling through hyperspace. The others were probably fast asleep.

Except Echo, of course.

"Y'alright?" Echo handed you a cup of water.

You chuckled, taking his offering into your hand, "Despite what you think, I'm capable of taking care of m'self." you took a sip from the cup.

Echo couldn't help the cheesy smile on his face as your stubbornness flourished, his hand resting under his chin to prop himself up. He was hypnotised as he looked into your eyes. He could stare at them forever. The odd warmth in his chest was growing again. Gosh, he had the biggest crush on you. Was it obvious?

"Not always," Echo took back your finished cup of water and placed on top of a crate he'd pick up on the way later — maybe. "Sometimes y'need help... like that time on Felucia!" he joked, nudging your elbow.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head sarcastically, "That doesn't count! I can't believe you still consider it." your hand came up to rub your head in response to his stubbornness.

Echo chuckled before taking your free hand in his. Without a doubt, it sent butterflies throughout your body. Not even just your stomach; that's how he makes you feel.

"Rest up, 'lright? You've got a big day of training tomorrow." he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand. Your ears felt hot like they could start a bonfire anytime soon. Echo patted your hand, placing it back on your blanketed lap before he stood up to walk back to his bunk.

You couldn't ignore the way he looked at you when he took your hand in his. It was so... caring. So comforting. Like the whole world of yours was in his eyes. The way his iris dilates like a cat staring at their favourite food.

"Hey Echo?" it was record time when he turned around to face you, his eyebrows raising and a small 'hm?' like whimper came out of him. "Thanks... for everything," you sent him a thin-lip grin, the corner peeking up just a bit to seem lovingly.

Echo's heart began to race at the simple appreciation. If anything, his heart would always race even just by the sound of your name. He sent you a toothy-grin, walking back to his cot. With a faint, warm blush on your cheeks, this is by far one of the best sleeps you had since Crosshair's chip incident.

As Echo tucked himself under his sheets, he had the biggest, cheesiest smile on his face.

He likes you so much.

No...

He loves you.

The hum of your lightsaber continued to deflect Hunter's stun gun blasters, the sound of them disintegrating as you successfully blocked yourself. This went on for about an hour and a half now. You insisted to train after the recent fight on Kamino and because Echo was going out with Wrecker for a supply run, Hunter and Crosshair offered to fill in for him.

There was something about Hunter and Crosshair. Sure, they're both attractive, fairly intelligent, fit, and caring, but they weren't Echo.

As you were lost in thought, Hunter hit the handle of your lightsaber. The saber quickly retracted, hitting the ground with a small, metal thump. Crosshair let his posture rest, his head tilted to the side at your mistake, "That's 24 already, where's your focus gone?" Hunter chuckled.

You rubbed the palm of your hand before holding out to your side to force-grab your saber. Hunter will never not get use to how cool using the force is. His eyebrows bobbed up then back down in fascination at how immediate you can get your focus back on track. He signaled Crosshair to get ready too.

"Oh, it's here, alright." it was almost teasing, a small smirk appearing on your lips before you heard the click of Hunter's blasters and Crosshair's rifle behind you.

Your eyes closed briefly to regain your concentration. Just like Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker said: "You need to remain calm; think. Feel the intention of the trooper who will fire first. You should be able to sense the moment before they even pull the trigger."

Just as Hunter's finger looped around the trigger, your lightsaber was already in front of your body as his stun blast barreled towards. You swiftly did the same thing behind your back, deflecting Crosshair's blaster shot.

The three of you exchanged grunts, Hunter strategically rolling across the ground to get angles below you so the difficulty went up a notch. Crosshair added his signature slide, making sure to aim at your blind side which was unfortunately blocked off with the bright light of your saber.

Echo and Wrecker came back to the space with a handful of crates and a market trolley for Tech who was inside, doing something with the control panel. As Wrecker took the trolley around to reach the Marauder, Echo stared at you in awe. You were so alluring.

He was mesmorised as he watched your figure do these spectacular jumps to block his brothers shots. The way you twirl the lightsaber against your hands to switch to a position more comfortable to hold depending on where a shot had been blasted from. The way your eyes scrunched up to focus and how your lips parted to receive air every time you whipped your head around to protect your back.

He pondered what it would be like to fight beside you again. Their most recent mission left you in shambles as your memory continuously reverted back to the trauma you experienced during Order 66.

Lost in thought once again, it was Crosshair's stun that knocked your saber out of your hand. Echo watched carefully at your expression and your reaction to yet another mistake.

"That's 25," Crosshair grumbled. "If we're ever going to be recruited again for missions, you can't keep doing this."

There he was. The Crosshair everybody knew. Echo rolled his eyes, beginning to walk towards where the three of you were training.

"We'll probably be ordered to do stuff like this 60 times more.” Hunter sighed, fixing the position of his bandana. You picked up your lightsaber but Hunter's words were the only thing ringing in your head. You groaned, catching Echo's attention, already worrying him.

"We'll probably be ordered to do stuff like this 60 times more," Hunter's voice rang through your head.

"...probably ordered... 60 times more!"

"...ordered... 60 times..."

"...ordered... 60..."

Execute Order 66.

"No! Commander, stop, no!" it was lightning fast, the hum of your lightsaber igniting abruptly as it shocked both Crosshair and Hunter, but not Echo. He knew what was happening and what was about to happen was bad. It was even worse with your hand grasping desperately onto your saber to defend yourself. You were dangerous without focus and unaware of your surroundings.

"Hey! Hey, look at me!" Echo was quick to jog up to you, but had to duck down at the swipe of your saber. You were freaking out, the horrible memories circling back to you. Your commander, your best friend turning on you.

Your vision blurred, head light and heavy at the same time, "Get away! What are you doing?" you yelled with the might you had but it felt like nothing came out. Like no one heard you.

Like no one cared.

Everything slowly faded out from your vision, your knees hitting the ground first and then the metal thud of your lightsaber handle, "Echo...?"

Then you went black.

"Hey, you awake, you alright?"

"Come on, you're okay, you're okay."

It was Echo's voice. You felt at ease, calmer, and content when you slowly rose from your bunk. Your head still felt pretty heavy but it was put behind when the first thing you saw was him. Echo, your beloved.

Similar to your drunken state, your eyes relaxed and dropped slighty. You looked dazed from Echo's point of view and he couldn't lie at the amount of nervousness rushing through him. You were so beautiful, even like this.

"You doing okay?" his voice was soft, his human hand reaching for your cheek. He was warm and oh, so soft. You could rest against his hand forever if you were able to.

One of your hands came to cup his, the one still on your cheek. This time, it was you who rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand. You could hear a faint chuckle come from him and that was it. Something inside you snapped.

Your lips enveloped his, almost squeezing poor Echo's cheeks. You relaxed a bit more when you felt his lips move along with yours. It escalated quickly. Echo became more desperate and you became more passionate. As much as it was sloppy, it was loving. All of your feelings towards Echo was poured into the kiss. His scomp hand pressed gently behind your neck and his human hand still holding onto your cheek. It dropped to your lower back when you both pulled away.

When you opened your eyes, you giggled. The sight of Echo with his eyes shut gave you back your butterflies. Echo couldn't even begin to perform proper English when he did open them. All he was met with was you. You and your beauty.

"Wow... I.." he said, breathlessly.

"Sorry, just wanted to do that." you shrugged. It was true and Echo was more than happy to feel this mutual feeling.

"Please do it again." Echo begged, wanting to feel your lips on his again. This time, it was slower and steady. You both took the time to explore each others bodies with your curious hands. Echo found the perfect spot for his scomp to rest against so it wasn't uncomfortable for you and your hands found perch behind his neck. Perfect for pulling him closer than ever. A small moan escaped Echo's lips before you pulled away. You were both huffing and puffing for air, exchanging eye contact.

You chuckled, "Thanks again," your smile dropped as you finally remembered why you were sat in your bunk again. "Sorry... for uh, what happened out there. I didn't mean—“

"You didn't do anything wrong," Echo objected, pulling you into a hug. "D'you mind resting up again? I'll deal with the boys, okay?"

You nodded at him, a smile coming back to your lips make itself known.

"I love you, Echo."

Echo blinked a few times, shaking his head to make sure he heard it right. He couldn't leave you hanging when he felt the same way.

"I love you too."

Post-Notes: also i'm in the middle of writing a part two for the past behind him!!! im super grateful for the support it got so its on its way dw! btw there was a few of you who wanted to be tagged in it so i thought id share th taglist form for mmy other stuff in the future ;]

Taglist!

#echo the bad batch #star wars #ct-1409 #arc trooper echo #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #echo x reader #clone trooper x reader #mooonjin #first anon request!!! :D #answered asks #asks

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castle-dominion · 1 year

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7x2 montreal

ugh MORE plot heavy stuff? Oops I forgot to tag the last post with plot heavy.

the montreal episode or the toy store episode liveblog

Ooh gonna be a dead body obv

Yay he DID bring back derrick storm!

his face is so "ugh"

RC: I CAME here to talk about your books!

*calls her by her first name*

that is a LOT of money!

The masculine boring little handshake of welcoming back castle but still nice welcome.

RC: No, to find a needle in a haystack do we not first need a haystack?

KB: Yeah, but not a haystack full of nutjobs.

why would u wrap it in plastic wrap?

Love the hot cold esparish, lanie & javi are together again for now jksdfhkjsdfksl

RC: *jokingly complaining* Disappear for two months.

Samantha Williger: I had that sick feeling when he didn’t come home. I – you hope.

RC: ...

He made toys for a living, he was a decent man, but how much profit was he making? a ton or enough to live comfortably.

Beckett is wearing light stuff, Esposito is wearing a dress shirt & crap, nice grey, I love it, looks good on him, & ryan is wearing a nice suit. too nice. why must he always look so perfect? let your tie go sometimes man.

Soldier: Sun tzu said that!

VG: Mr. Castle!

Me: she sounds mad but is probably going to welcome him back with a huge hug

VG: >:(

RC: Did you hear that? Ringing off the hook?

He grabs GATES’ face and kisses her. In her shock he grabs the stack of papers.

Me: !?!?!?!?!

Pretty place tho, look at those raggedy anne stuff

RC: TOYS!

Such an awesome kid man.

The hardest evidence to find is that is not there.

Leaving early? affair?

*piano*

love how castle is just playing in the back. Ryan & castle are the same person

Esposito mad at ryan for mentioning castle.

(could clip)

Castle in s1 used to be so smart, figured out important stuff abt beckett's backstory... now he's just insane.

Ew poor alexis.

They’re interrupted by ESPOSITO’S phone ringing. Except instead of a normal ringtone, it’s LANIE’S voice repeating “hey sexy” over and over. BECKETT gives him an amused look & he laughs in embarrassment as he answers the phone.

girl you call him for WORK!!! (unless HE did it in which case: dumbass)

I love the way ryan leans over to look yk what? I might clip

(ryan SO looks like he's going to tease esposito as they're walking away.)

was that paisosa (passion) or preciosa (precious)?

also I always love lanie's glittery phone case. (she DEF called HIM specifically to embarrass him)

The door buzzes.

MR: Ah ha! That will be my date.

RC: Ooh, you have a date?

MR: Uh huh. Robert. We met at the grief counseling group when you were presumed … (she gestures to him)

RC: You – you picked up a man at grief counseling?

MR: Yes. Now I will thank you to go into the other room.

RC: Why?

MR: Because at the moment, our relationship is based on mutual loss and if he finds out that you have returned and are alive it would just – it will ruin everything.

RC: Mother, you realize I was on television this morning.

MR: Luckily Robert is a cultured man, he does not watch television. They only newspaper he reads is The Wall Street Journal, which thankfully, did not carry news of your return. So, go. Go. Go, go.

She shoos him away as the door buzzes again. He goes, reluctantly.

Sus phone call on his personal cell not the landline or precinct phone

does or doesn't seem like his style? couldn't hear & was typing during the captions so I didn't see.

Looks a bit like fenkins...

Love "walk with me"

That makes sense for the dinghy

clipping this scene here love love love (will comment too I hope bc I ain't commenting now)

Aliens?

kdjsflajksdfhkljasdhj

Poor doggo

Castle *tries knob*

She gon be dead

Oh blood. Ofc she dead.

Looks odd tho

LMAO SHE ALIVE DHFLDSKJLKSDJF I LOVE HER LOVE HER HFHFHJKJHKJHJDDFSFSKHJ

Joe MAMA

Me: trans

Alexis already smart geolocating stuff <3 no wonder she hires herself at rick's office.

Alexis walking in mad

yay interracial couples

Yay they get $250k just for being on honeymoon & watching TV.

Nice little treasure chest...

Yeah don't go alone.

"I'll go with you!" Love these two

RC: It’s Canada. How risky could it be?

NF, SK, & me: *canadian born*

RC: And need I remind you, I’m a grown man. I don’t need to ask your permission. That being said, please, please, please can I (c-can i go)?

Rick being insane.

The keys were never used tho? why would wally/joe stay here? Oh wait it's makeup place.

OH WAIT IT'S A DOG IT'S DOG PLACE

retired k9 dog?

Esposito sounded so happy to spend some quality time with the dog.

*all french accented*

GEORGE do you remember dgeorge & gjeorge from murdoch? ye

he looks are castle all sus like.

Which way does it go?

you could have said "No" & saved face, asked him to try doing both keys for you.

was castle....???? doing that to prank his daughter?

Spiders!

(or not spiders lol)

Love alexis' nails

she's so tall & sexy & beside her ryan is just there

Beckett driving ryan out there love it, I want more ryckett moments & more castito/espostle moments esp this season bc esposito is constantly distrustful of castle this season.

*flips the picture over a bunch*

"that thing" *boss looks at him angrily* KR: "uh, what thing ':)"

Back at the precinct but where is esposito still off to?

KR: Aside from our country outsourcing all its manufacturing needs to Asia, everything seems to be in order.

Oh THERE he is! & he has the doggo!!!

*everyone watching him*

Ryckett watching with big smiles

(why his pants so shiny?)

*ryan asks the dog to follow him to look at street cam footage*

the three most important people in my life, the three women I love most.

Nice jacket btw

Doggo <3 (I'm not even a dog person)

Where is he at?

Always <3

The way he sayd "kate what did I do" is just SOOOOOO GOOD

don't look for it don't find it don't don't he doesn't want you to find out. When did he record it tho? when?

I wish this detective was one of the regular background artists but idk if I recognize him. pls pls pls let me see my background lovelies.

Doggo runnin'! (a nun in a previous life XD)

Drugs? Drugs. What's this drug detective doing on homicide?

LT *petting the dog*

RC: I think I have a crazy theory for you.

Cut to JE: Well that’s the craziest theory I’ve ever heard.

I like how the picture is NOT very good, it is digitally enhanced & looks like my photos in pixlr when idk what I'm doing

Lol love the music & animation

Ellis has other work to do y'all!

Scrabbling, that's what scrabbling is. Dog run running dog fast fast! Ryan!

Esposito *knifes open the box*

Dog *is quiet*

JE *cuts open the doll easily!??? I work with fabric. nah. Well maybe, depending on how good his knife is*

*& that's a pretty nice knife, definitely the kind esposito would have*

Nooo dog! *flintstones running sound*

JE's voice is so deep sometimes

Castle don't GO there!

*searches B*

Beckett (no first name), bed bath & beyond, bedford falls (all caps), ingred behrens, liberty bell, bella, See? we don't know half these people yet they are in Castle's phone! He knows more ppl than are shown onscreen! (he doesn't have her desk phone in her contact?)

Oh no not the wife!

who is "they"?

she said cordinated not cowordinated...

"I brought you detectives up here, I figured you would no longer need me..."

Ryan *flips around the paper again*

*throws him across the piano keys* priceless.

Tory <3

Montreal AGAIN? Do you at least have your daughter w u?

oh NOT the end of the ep!

THE ROOM HE MADE THE VIDEO

Take his word Castle. Take his word. Go home, live your life, know that it was ok.

oooOOOOOHHOHOHHHH that MUSIC!!!!

RC: I know you’re involved. I know wh.. you know what happened to me. Who are you?

Don't ask "or what" with a gun pointed at you

Who is "we"?

I've heard of hollander's woods in fanfic.

ANOTHER REASON HE BECAME AN AUTHOR?

YEAH CASTLE YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN BECK WITH YOU

Martha is right. Don't open the box. You have the closure of knowing SOMETHING happened & you CHOSE to forget.

but then like an alcoholic, beckett opened back up to her mom's murder.

KB: Oh, Castle. (she pulls away so she can see him) This is completely different. Whatever happened to you, you already knew the truth and you decided you didn’t want to remember it anymore. And as much as we wanted to know the answers, if you decided that then there had to have been a reason.

She's so right.

I was THINKING a month. that sounds about right. Are they going to plan it again tho?

Yay spontaneous marriage!

Or not

SHEA BREAKING UP W HIM oh no thank goodness

You can see castle isn't planning on forgetting this tho

WOohoo I love having some time before school starts for real! tho I should print off my practicum agreement thing. but there's CAASTLLE TO WATCH

#the montreal episode #the toy store episode #castle 7x2 #castle 7x2 spoilers #castle 7x2 quote #plot heavy

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bobohu4eva · 4 years

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Pink Lace - Chapter 9 (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader (feat. EXO members)

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, smut

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo @wooya1224 @strawbaeri-s @xiuweetbbh

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Saturday had finally arrived. It was 6am when you woke up, but you were far too excited to go back to sleep. You tossed and turned for a little while, trying to convince your body to give you a few more minutes of rest just so you wouldn’t get tired early but it was no use. The last time you’d felt like this was when you were a kid and there was a big class field trip coming up, or on Christmas morning. That sense of child-like excitement was something you didn’t even realize you’d missed so much. As an adult waking up in the mornings was almost always shitty, but today you were so excited the idea of sleep didn’t even sound appealing anymore. God. Maybe you were just as whipped as him.

After giving in to your excitement you got up, and started making breakfast. You were worried that you’d be tired or groggy on the date so you made sure to add an extra shot of espresso to your morning latte. Falling asleep hadn’t been easy either. You kept thinking about all the different possibilities of where he might take you, and you had been especially distracted by Baekhyun’s promise of what would come after.

You had put a great deal of effort into looking nice for the club last week, but this week you didn’t even know where to start. Getting ready for a real date was very different than getting ready for the club. At the club you could cover yourself in glitter and body oil and do the most extra makeup looks one could imagine, and there wasn’t much to the outfits anyway. But what the hell were you supposed to do for a date where all you knew was that it was outside? You wanted to put in effort still, of course, but doing too much might be weird if it’s more of a casual thing. But Baekhyun wouldn’t just do something casual right? It would be something fancy for sure. But then what were you supposed to wear that was relatively fancy but worked for being outdoors?

You still wanted to be able to be comfortable so after some time and careful deliberation, you decided on a sundress and simple makeup. The sundress also had the advantage of allowing you to forego wearing a bra, and it was remarkably easy to remove. You had a feeling Baekhyun would appreciate that later on.

As the morning went on you tried your best to keep your mind occupied and prolong the process of getting ready in order to leave as little time as possible to get anxious, you knew as soon as you would get bored the nervousness would start. So you kept yourself busy.

3:00pm drew closer and closer and despite your best efforts you felt yourself becoming restless. You internally cursed Mia for being busy all day so she wouldn’t be there to help you not freak out.

Unfortunately you were ready by 2:00, leaving you an entire hour to mull over your thoughts as they made you more and more antsy.

After an hour of pacing around the house and checking your hair and makeup way too many times, you finally heard a knock on the door. You basically sprinted across the house at the sound.

To your relief Baekhyun wasn’t dressed very fancy, just a white short sleeved button down tucked into black shorts. But oh did the sight of him still make your heart flutter. His hair was perfectly styled and he just looked so good.

“Hi, you look beautiful,” He said as his eyes traveled up and down your body. “You ready to go?” You responded with a nod and threw your arms around him for a hug, which he happily returned. “Come on then.”

As you approached his Audi he opened the door for you to get in, and it somehow looked even fancier than you had remembered, although you had been slightly drunk when you’d last been in his car.

You stayed quiet, and Baekhyun put on some music as he pulled out and started driving. After a few minutes you heard him softly singing along, and you wondered why he didn’t tell you sooner that he could sing so well.

“You have a really nice voice.” You spoke softly, and he turned to look at you briefly.

“You think so? I was in a band in high school, and I think I was pretty good but I never kept up with it, although I do still like singing.”

“You should do it more if you like it, or you can at least sing to me anytime.”

He shot you a smile and continued singing along to the music, but now with more confidence.

Everything about him just seemed to get more and more perfect. No man had ever impressed you this much, had made you feel this lucky and special. It made you even more scared that you would do or say something that would mess everything up.

“Nervous?” He asked, noticing how quiet you were being.

“Yeah, I just, I don’t know. I don’t wanna make things weird and mess everything up.”

He placed a hand on your thigh, and once the car was stopped at a light his eyes met yours. “Don’t be, I promise there’s nothing you can do that will make today any less magical, the fact that I’m getting to take you out at all is enough for me.”

The warmth in the way he looked at you then helped melt away some of your worries. He was right of course, you knew he liked you too much for you to really be able to mess this up, but the mystery of where he was taking you made you worry nonetheless.

For about another 30 minutes Baekhyun drove the two of you further and further out of the city, until eventually he parked at the bottom of a large hill, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

‘Um, Baekhyun, where are we? You’re not about to murder me are you?”

“No” he chucked, “definitely not, just follow me.”

He took your hand and started walking you up the hill until you were about halfway up and you could almost see to the other side.

“I need you to close your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and he kept guiding you by your hand as you blindly followed. Your heart rate had gone up significantly, still not having any clue what he had in store for you. Especially now that you were out here seemingly with nothing and nobody else around.

A few shaky steps later he told you to open your eyes, and with your heartbeat loudly thumping in your ears, you finally did.

What you saw had not been what you were expecting at all, though you hadn’t had a clue what to expect in the first place.

On the other side of the hill was an enormous balloon that was slowly being inflated.

He was taking you on a hot air balloon.

You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for some sort of reaction, but all you could do was stare in awe at the giant colorful mass in front of you. In your mind you started to think about how the hell he even pulled this off, how he even had the resources for something so extra, and for a first date. The longer you looked the more you felt the guilt start to set in. He had probably spent a ridiculous amount of time and money setting this up, and you had pestered him about the secret like some ungrateful child. Eventually the whole situation had tears brimming in your eyes from pure disbelief.

Baekhyun quickly took notice and pulled you forwards to face him.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it? We can leave and do something else if-”

You grabbed his face and cut him off with a kiss, as you felt a tear escape.

“You’re fucking insane. I can’t believe this is what you were planning, how the hell did you even get a hot air balloon?” You said as you wiped away another tear, but the smile that had made its way onto your face let Baekhyun let out a sigh of relief.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. Jongdae, I don’t know if you remember him from the club, but he’s got all kinds of connections and he did this for him and his wife last year so I got him to help me out.”

You still just shook your head in disbelief. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you,” he grinned, “now come on.”

He grabbed your hand again and started pulling you towards the balloon again, which was now almost upright. As you got closer you noticed the picnic set and bottle of champagne that were sitting on a small table in the center of the basket, with a bench on either side for each of you to sit on.

The man who was operating the balloon gave the two of you a quick safety briefing before you stepped into the basket and he closed the small door behind you.

After a few moments you felt yourself lift off, and slowly the balloon lifted the two of you up towards the clouds.

“Um, Baekhyun?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“What if I’m afraid of heights.”

“I’m right here,” He grabbed your hand between his own, “You know I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ve also been told it’s not so bad as long as you don’t look down.”

Luckily when you were seated you could only see the view off in the distance, so it wasn’t too frightening. As the balloon ascended further and further you started to realize how beautiful it was. The scenery from this angle was breathtaking and this high up in the sky there was a pleasant cool breeze as well.

You were torn out of your train of thought when you saw Baekhyun grab the bottle of champagne along with two glasses. He popped the cork out, which went flying out of the confines of the basket, plummeting down to earth.

“Oops.”

You giggled and he poured both of you a glass before reaching for the picnic basket. He pulled out two black boxes, and he opened yours and set it down in front of you revealing one of the most beautiful arrangements of sushi you’d ever seen.

“God you are unreal.” You breathed out as you examined the meal in front of you more closely.

“You like it?”

“Yes, of course, I love it. I love all this, I- I don’t even know what to say. Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.”

“As long as you’re enjoying yourself.” He grinned back at you. "I wanted to do something that was different, something that you would hopefully be able to look back at later as a nice memory for us to share together. I know this technically is our first date but we’ve known each other a while so it really didn’t feel that way to me.”

The way he treated you, spoke to you, touched you, still seemed too good to be true. The question used to plague you, but now you wanted to know more out of the selfish need for validation more than anything else.

“Baekhyun, why do you like me so much? You’re around pretty girls all the time, why me?”

He let out a small breathy laugh, took a drink of his champagne and met your gaze. “You make me feel like a kid again.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I first saw you that night at your work, I remember thinking you were so sexy, so beautiful, so way out of my league, talking to you made me feel like a silly teenager with a crush on a girl who wouldn’t show him the light of day anyway. I hadn’t felt like that in almost a decade, but just in that one night you made me feel it again. That’s why I knew I had to come back, too. The more I talked to you the more I felt we actually had a connection too, although I didn’t think it was really real, I thought you were just good at talking to me, but it made me feel so good I didn’t really care. I never thought you’d end up actually liking me this much. Two weeks ago at the club when you were drunk and started to get more touchy with me I thought I was going insane, I couldn’t believe that you might actually be attracted to me like that. I’m 30 now and I spent basically all of my 20′s trying to please other people and make those around me happy, even if it meant I had to settle. I would let coworkers or my family set me up with people who seemed, I don’t know, proper. But it was never fun or exciting, always just one boring dinner date after the next, with people I felt nothing for. I regret it a lot now, but I’m so thankful I got to meet you, cause I feel like now thanks to you I can finally experience those parts of my youth that I missed out on.”

You were speechless. Your mind was in overdrive, trying to find some words that would live up to what he had said, to properly express what you were feeling, but they just didn’t exist. He stared at you as you stared back, desperately trying to get something to come out of your mouth but it felt impossible.

“Sorry, I know that was a lot at once, but I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now. Meeting you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.”

His words had you flustered and cheeks tinted pink. “Meeting you is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time too. Maybe ever.”

Baekhyun felt like his heart was about to burst. “When did you realize you liked me as more than just a customer?”

You had thought about this a lot, trying to decipher when in your own mind you had come to the realization, because you had fought it so vehemently.

“When I let you touch me. I never allowed anyone to do that before you, and I wouldn’t admit it to myself until later but it was that night.”

“Why were you scared to admit it to yourself?”

“I think I was still worried about letting you into my life, since I never do that with people from work. I don’t even hang out with the other girls there, I want to keep that part of my life separate. And once you were my professor I was even more scared because I knew in the back of my mind that I did like you but now there was even more to worry about because I didn’t want to get you in trouble. That still worries me a lot.”

“You don’t need to worry about that, I know what I’m getting myself into and I know the risks. I wouldn’t be serious about this if I wasn’t willing to take that risk. But I think things will end up fine. As long as nobody finds out while you’re my student, nothing can happen. We just have to be a bit careful. That’s actually another reason I chose this for the date, I didn’t want to risk somebody seeing us, as much as I would love to be able to show you off.”

“This is perfect, really. I can’t think of anything more magical.” You said as you took a bite of your sushi and looked around at the view surrounding you. “I’m definitely going to remember this for a long time.”

The date went on and the two of you laughed together while enjoying the view, the food, and the champagne. It really was magical, you felt like you were in your own little fairytale world up in the sky with him, you were convinced nothing could beat this feeling. The way Baekhyun spoke to you always made you feel so comfortable and he could make you laugh so easily. Whenever the two of you were together, things just felt right.

Eventually you finished your meals, and it was time to make your way back down to earth. As you watched the slow descent you started to think about what was coming next. The thoughts had plagued you the night before as well. You were getting closer and closer to Baekhyun finally having you, and now it was almost time.

You worried that you might disappoint him. Men tended to think that strippers were always the most wild, the most experienced in bed, but you were still quite shy and inexperienced. At your job you could easily fake confidence to strangers, but actually having sex with someone you cared for wasn’t something you’d done often. The thought made your palms sweat in anticipation as you and Baekhyun finally landed and got back to his car.

“Where do you want me to take you?” He was making sure you still wanted this, still wanted him.��

“Take me home with you.”

He only nodded, and pulled out to get the both of you on your way.

The car ride back was silent. You could feel the tension hanging thick in the air, both of you had your minds on what was coming next. He placed his hand back on your thigh, but this time higher up, slightly pushing up the fabric of your sundress. The action alone was enough to make your breath uneven, and with the deafening silence surrounding you, you knew he noticed.

By the time he was pulling up to his place, your heart was hammering in your chest and you felt warm all over.

He stepped out of the car and came to your door to open it for you. When he extended a hand for you to hold as you stepped out your eyes met his. The look on his face was blank; completely unreadable. You wondered if he was feeling just as anxious as you, if he was just hiding it better. You knew with the way you looked up at him in that moment that he could see right through you, that he could see all the tension and desire that had been building within you clearly on your face.

Your thoughts were confirmed when a small smirk formed on his lips and he was soon pulling you through the entry way and into his home.

His house was beautiful. It wasn’t anything extremely flashy, though it felt comfortable and so much like him. The walls were lined with bookshelves, he had a large leather couch in his living room along with a marble coffee table, and everything was perfectly clean and well kept. It felt elegant and high-class but not in a way that was intimidating, it felt homely.

As lovely as it was, you were far more focused on the man occupying it now. Once you’d had a chance to take off your shoes and look around for a bit you felt Baekhyun’s hand on yours once again as he pulled you into his chest. He gazed down at you and you could see it in his eyes this time. Both of you had been waiting for this moment, him even longer than you. You saw the want, the lust, and you felt it as well. When you felt his lips finally press against your own, you knew there was no going back.

The kiss started slow, but you could tell he was holding back. His hands shook slightly as they made contact with your waist to pull you against him tighter, and you felt how his heart was racing when you placed a hand onto his chest. It was you who deepened the kiss, letting it become more and more lust driven as the both of you let yourselves give in to the feeling. His hands started to wander across your body. First they went down to your ass, giving it a squeeze before traveling upwards to grope your chest.

“Fuck, are you not wearing a bra?” He breathed out between kisses as he felt a nipple harden under his touch.

“Undress me and find out.”

Baekhyun didn’t respond, instead you felt his hands on the backs of your thighs, prompting you to jump, so you did, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

You were surprised how easily he lifted you up and carried you into his bedroom. The whole time you clung on to him, leaving kisses on his neck as he walked you through the house.

When you entered his bedroom he sat down on the edge of his bed with you on his lap and continued to kiss you, now moving his way down to your neck. The marks he had left on you before had faded through time, and he missed the sight of them. Something about seeing marks on you, knowing he was the one who left them there, drove him crazy. Although he wasn’t able to go show you off publicly, he was still able to claim you as his own that way. His self control was quickly leaving him as he once again started to suck and bite at the smooth skin, leaving splotches of purple in his wake.

He pulled away and lifted you off his lap making you whine at first, but once you were standing before him between his parted legs his hands found the hem of your dress, and your heart rate picked up even more. He lifted the fabric slowly, and you allowed him to pull it all the way over your head before being discarded on his bedroom floor, leaving you standing in nothing but your lacy underwear.

Despite the fact that Baekhyun had seen you like this more times than you could count, you felt the need to cover yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. This felt so different from the club. Being naked there just felt natural, normal to you, it was the whole point of your job, and you didn’t care what the men there thought of you. But here and now, with nobody but you and Baekhyun and his eyes running up and down your body intently, you were shaking.

When he noticed you try and cover yourself, he quickly grabbed your arm and moved it aside. “Am I making you nervous? You don’t have to be so tense, you know how beautiful I think you are.” You felt your cheeks start to tingle as he grabbed you and laid you on his bed before instructing you to lay on your stomach. “Let me help you relax.”

His expert hands started to work the muscles in your back, and you realized he was right, you had been extremely tense. After a few seconds you let your eyes flutter closed and melted into the feeling of his hands massaging you. Your breathing and heart rate slowed down and you were overwhelmed with bliss as your muscles relaxed under his touches. Your arousal combined with the feeling made you feel high, and you couldn’t help but let out soft moans whenever he would work on a particularly stiff area.

Baekhyun felt like he was going insane. Your skin felt so soft and smooth beneath his palms as he caressed you, and the sounds you let out made him twitch beneath his shorts. You looked exquisite like this, bare aside from the barely-there lace thong and your backside on full display. He leaned down to kiss your neck, leaving you shuddering at the sensation of his breath on your ear. “Can I touch you?” he whispered, and all you could do was nod, your mind too foggy with lust to form real words.

His hand made its way down to your ass, touching you so close to where you wanted him, but not quite. “Let me hear you.”

You took a deep breath, and forced out the words, “Yes, Baekhyun, please.”

You felt him smile against the skin of your neck as he kept showering it with kisses, and his hand finally moved between your legs to where you needed him most. He made you gasp as he slowly began rubbing your clit through the thin lace of your underwear. “Turn around for me princess.”

Once you were facing him, and your eyes met, your arousal was amplified even further. He was laying on top of you now between your spread legs, and you felt annoyed at how much he was still wearing.

The first thing to go was his shirt, as you impatiently fumbled with the buttons before pulling it off of him completely. You knew that he was in pretty good shape but you still weren’t prepared when you finally saw him bare, and you knew that he saw how you stared by the pleased smirk on his face.

Next he moved off of you to remove his pants, leaving him in only his briefs. He soon moved back over you and resumed the motions of his hands between your legs, making you whine. He pulled you into a kiss so heart shattering you could feel yourself shaking with desire as he continued his ministrations. He was smothering you, pressed against you completely but you still wrapped your arms around his back in an effort to bring him even closer.

His kisses started to make their way down your jaw and towards your neck, and then slowly to your chest. He took one sensitive bud between his lips and your back arched off his mattress and your hands found his soft hair. He used his fingers to tease the other side as well, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his hair and the soft sounds falling from your lips.

As much as Baekhyun had been looking forward to this, he still wanted to hear you beg for him, even if that meant having to be patient. Luckily, however, you were just as impatient as he was.

“I n-need more, please.” You gasped, the sensation of his hand on your pussy and his lips on your breasts edging you on without giving you the relief you craved.

“Say it again for me.”

“Baekhyun, please.”

“Mmmh,” he smiled down at you, “good girl.”

His kisses moved down to your ribcage and stomach, leaving marks on the way until he was hooking his fingers into the waistband or your underwear and dragging them down your legs. He soon positioned himself between your thighs, and you felt hyper aware of his eyes on the last part of you he’d had yet to see.

Instead of giving you what you wanted, Baekhyun started to kiss your inner thighs, leaving marks there as well, slowly creeping closer and closer to your waiting pussy. The feeling of him sucking and biting on the skin so close to where you wanted him was maddening. You let out another impatient whine, and finally, you felt his lips press against your clit. He was still taking his time, leaving soft kisses at first, but eventually he let his tongue lick a stripe all the way up your folds, making you shudder. You knew you wouldn’t last long with how tightly wound up you already were. When he started to quicken his motions, licking and sucking at your most sensitive spot, you started to crumble. Your hands abandoned his hair, instead opting to grab at the pillow behind you, out of fear that you might yank his hair out otherwise. A lewd moan slipped out from between your lips as your back arched and you started to move your hips against his face, prompting him to push you down to keep you in place. The feeling was overwhelming your senses and the only thoughts left in your mind were of his lips and tongue on you as you chased your high.

When you felt one of his slender fingers enter you, you knew you were gone. Only a few pumps later you felt the damn break and you moaned his name unabashedly and the pleasure flooded your body. Your vision went white and you felt yourself twitch against him as he kept licking and kissing you through your climax. Eventually he pulled away, and you went limp, closing your eyes and relaxing into the post-orgasmic haze.

“Don’t fall asleep sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.”

A few moments later he was on top of you again, kissing you, only this time you could feel his hard member against you separated only by the fabric of his briefs. You reached down to try to pull the fabric away, but he stopped you before you could have any success. “So impatient.” He whispered before taking your hands and lacing them between his own and pinning them to the bed on either side of you as he continued to cover your face and neck with deep heated kisses.

You couldn’t stop whining and squirming beneath him, trying to get some sort of relief, but Baekhyun wouldn’t do anything until you asked for it. “What do you want baby?” He breathed in your ear and placed more kisses on the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

“I-I want you.”

“You want me to what?”

“I want you to fuck me, p-please.”

Baekhyun ginned and leaned back to admire you, relishing the way you were panting for him, chest heaving up and down, cheeks flushed. “So beautiful.”

He got up to remove his last remaining piece of clothing before finding his way back between your spread legs. One hand moved downwards and you felt two fingers enter you, testing your readiness. You moaned out at the intrusion, but just as quickly as they entered you his fingers left you as well. “So wet for me.” You heard him mutter.

When you finally felt his tip press against your folds you threw your head back and wrapped your legs around his waist in an effort to pull him further into you, but to no avail.

“Y/n, look at me.” He said as one of his hands cupped your face and you opened your eyes, immediately meeting his. “You ready?”

You nodded frantically and felt him position himself. The anticipation was killing you, but finally he brought his face down to yours to press a kiss to your lips as he sunk himself into you. He was larger than you had expected, making you gasp against his lips as he stretched you out. Once his length was fully inside you he waited for a moment to let you adjust, despite the urge to just let go and fuck you senseless. You opened your eyes and saw his squeezed shut, jaw clenched as he held himself back. Baekhyun had wanted this for so long, had waited for months and now that he finally had you underneath and around him, it felt too good to be true.

When he felt your hips shift to take him even deeper, he took it as a sign to start moving. He pulled out almost completely before sinking himself back into you, starting a slow and steady pace that had you whimpering and clutching at his shoulders, trying to bring him impossibly closer.

He continued to kiss you as he slowly fucked you, and you couldn’t help but think how sweet and romantic it still felt. As cheesy as it sounds, he wasn’t just fucking you, you felt like he was truly making love to you. You let your body melt into his movements, rolling your body up against his to push him even deeper inside of you with every thrust.

His lips traveled from yours down to your ear, “So, so, perfect, such a good girl for me.”

His words sent shockwaves down your spine and through your limbs, exciting you even further as you lost yourself to his expert thrusts. Your mind was blank, unable to form any coherent thoughts aside from how good he was making you feel. Every time he sank back into you you could feel him hit that special spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes curling.

You were enjoying his slow, calculated, movements, but the knot in the pit of your stomach was building and you knew you’d need more to be pushed over the edge.

“F-faster.” You breathed out in desperation.

Instead of giving you what you wanted Baekhyun stopped his movements completely, leaning up to look you in the eyes. “What was that sweetheart?”

“Faster, Baekhyun please.”

He smirked at your plea, “Since you asked so nicely.”

He resumed his motions, this time picking up the pace while one hand moved to knead and pinch at the sensitive skin of your breasts.

Your legs had wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and your hands were gripping onto his back so tightly it would probably leave marks. The sensation was completely overwhelming, and you were reduced to a whining, moaning mess beneath him as you felt your high getting close again. With him drilling in and out of you at a faster pace, and the ministrations of his hands on your chest, you knew the pressure would soon snap.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby?” He could tell by how tightly you were clenching around him, you were close.

All you could do was nod and let out a series of lewd noises, and the hand on your chest moved down to your clit. “Let go, let me feel you.”

A few seconds later you felt the pressure release, waves of euphoria flooding your body sending jolts of electricity through your limbs, making you twitch uncontrollably as he kept thrusting into you. You clamped down on him so tightly you heard him let out a pained grunt as he chased his high as well, losing control as his movements got less consistent.

“Fuck, no condom.”

You felt him start to pull out but locked your legs around him before he could do so, “I’m on the pill, please don’t stop.”

He let out a guttural moan and a few thrusts later he was emptying himself inside you, pressing his lips to yours once again, this time with so much force you felt yourself being pushed further into the mattress.

Once you had both come down from your highs he all but collapsed on top of you, and you unhooked your legs from his waist. Your arms stayed wrapped around him and the both of you laid there, sweating and panting against one another as you slowly came back to reality.

“Worth the wait?” He asked breathily.

“Fuck yes.”

He laughed, and you felt his chest vibrating on top of you. “Glad to hear it. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head before cupping his face and bringing it down to yours for a kiss. “It was perfect.”

He smiled back at you with that smile that felt like it could single handedly melt every glacier on earth and then some. Despite the fact that his weight was starting to make it difficult for you to breathe, you still whined when he pushed off the bed and slipped out of you to get the both of you cleaned up. He disappeared into the master bathroom, eventually returning with a wet washcloth to rid you of the sticky mess between your thighs.

Neither of you bothered putting any clothes on when he returned to bed and pulled you close, resting your head on his chest as the rest of your limbs tangled together under the sheets.

You lifted your head from his chest, meeting his eyes, “Can I stay the night?”

“Of course baby, get some rest.” He said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You laid your head back down, closing your eyes.

You hummed at the feeling of his hands drawing circles on your bare back, and you dozed off to the sweet feeling and the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

With Baekhyun, you felt like you had found your own little slice of heaven. This was the definition of bliss.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle with me, I tried my best 🤧

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More blowjob headcanons

Oops, I did it again, I played with your heart

Oi. Another one. I added translations for some of the dirty talk after the original line.

This has been requested by a bunch of people ever since I started this blog and I finally heccin did it.

@roksikever (Tagging u bc you requested this owo)

Characters: Joseph, Dio, Avdol, Caesar, Kars, N’doul, Ghiaccio, Diavolo, Whamu

Cut for length

Joseph (this goes for both youngseph and oldseph)

This horny bastard loves it and is most likely going to ask you to go down on him first.

Joseph is loud. There is no denying it.

He’ll dirty talk and moan until his voice is hoarse and the neighbours complain.

“Oh my God, your mouth feels so good! F-fuck.”

He would also suggest mixing a blowjob with some good ‘ol 69.

He doesn’t mind it if you can’t deepthroat him; seeing your mouth on his cock is enough.

His hands will be all over you, caressing your cheeks and petting your head.

Joseph has no trouble bringing up the possibility of facefucking you as he loves to experiment. He, of course, doesn’t mind it if you’re not into that stuff. All he really wants, in the end, is to get off as you enjoy yourself.

He loves coming on your face or chest. The sight of you covered with his cum is incredibly arousing to him.

He’ll kiss you afterwards, not caring if you have his cum on your face.

Say one thing for Joseph Joestar, say that he has no shame (I will love you forever if you get this reference).

DIO

This cocky god complex bitch loves it when you go down on him.

He doesn’t mind it if you can’t take him all the way in. In fact, Dio thinks it’s hot that his cock is simply too big for you. If you do take him all the way in, he will be extremely proud of you.

Dio tries to be quiet. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy having his cock in your mouth, but rather, he doesn’t want to come off as too desperate. In short, he loves to make you work for it.

He loves degrading you as you suck him off. He’d love to incorporate pet play into it as well.

“Tsk, you can take more than that, so c’mon, suck my cock. That’s it, my little kitten.”

Dio will either just lay back and relax, letting you please him or guide you with a firm grip on your hair.

Facefucking is one of his favourite ways to punish you for being bad or disobedient.

Dio doesn’t have a preference of where he comes. He’d love to come in your mouth when he’s feeling especially affectionate. When he wants to claim you as his, he’d come on your face or chest.

Avdol

Avdol generally prefers being the one to go down on you, so you’ll have to convince him that you really do want to go down on him.

He has no problems with letting himself be loud, after all, he wants you to know how good you’re making him feel. He will try to keep it down though if there is a possibility of someone catching the two of you.

Expect a lot of praises and sweet dirty talk.

“You’re doing so well, habibty/habibi (my love)! Your mouth feels incredible.”

He loves caressing your cheeks gently as you suck him off.

Take his cock in all the way or moan around it and he’ll be a blushing mess.

He’d probably never ask to fuck your face as he doubts you’d like it. If you do convince him that you’re okay with it, he’s going to be extremely gentle. He’ll pause each time you gag and ask if you’re doing okay.

Avdol feels embarrassed about coming on your face, so he’d prefer to come in your mouth.

He doesn’t expect you to swallow, but if you do, oh boy. You’re in for the sweetest lovemaking session of your life.

He also loves cuddling with you afterwards. Cuddles with Avdol are god tier. Have fun.

Caesar

Much like Avdol, Caesar prefers being the one to go down on his partner. To him, there is nothing more beautiful in the world than his partner writhing from pleasure from his touches.

He won’t turn down a blowjob though.

Almost immediately, he falls in love with the sight of his cock in your mouth.

Expect a lot of dirty talk.

As he grows closer to his release, his dirty talk will switch from English to Italian. He just can’t control himself when you’re sucking him off so well.

Succhiami il cazzo. F-fuck, voglio quelle labbra su di me.” (Suck my cock. I want those lips around me.)

He doesn’t expect you to deep throat him, but if you do, oh boy. He might tear up a bit from the pleasure.

He isn’t the biggest fan of facefucking as he wants you to set the pace.

Caesar would love to hold your hands or pet your head as you suck him off.

He prefers to come in your mouth, as he loves all things intimate.

He’ll praise and cuddle with you afterwards.

Kars

Kars, much like Dio, loves it. He would also most likely be the first one to ask for a blowjob.

As much as he loves watching you choke on his cock, he also loves training you to suck him off properly. Seeing you struggle to fit his cock in your mouth is a sure way to drive him insane.

He’ll be genuinely impressed if you manage to deepthroat his cock. You might see an extremely rare blush on his face.

He’d fuck your face mostly as a punishment.

Kars won’t try to hide his voice but neither will he embellish it.

Most of the time, his dirty talk will be instructions or other comments on your performance, be it praises or degradation.

“That’s it, you’re sucking me off so well, little human! Seems like your training has paid off. Maybe it’s time I reward you, hmm?”

He prefers to sit back and let you please him, though he would also guide you so you know just how to move to make him feel good.

Kars loves seeing your face covered with his cum.

As for aftercare, Kars would praise you and clean you up.

N'doul

N’doul would agree to a blowjob only once he truly trusts you.

At the end of the day, he doesn’t mind it if you can’t deep throat him. Just having your mouth around his cock is enough for him.

Fucking your face is easily the greatest stress relief for him. The sound of you gagging on his cock is absolutely heavenly in his ears.

N’doul is relatively quiet throughout the entire thing, but you can easily tell he likes what you’re doing through his general body language. He bites his lip and furrows his brows when near his release.

His dirty talk would mostly be a few curses here and there and random strings of praises.

“Oh, darling! Your mouth feels amazing!”

N’doul would love to use Geb to get you off as you suck his cock, be it by having it pinch your nipples or thrust into you.

He wants to stroke your cheeks as you pleasure him as he loves the intimacy of it.

He loves coming in your mouth and having you swallow his cum.

N’doul’s aftercare would be quite minimal. He’d help you clean up and bring you a cup of water, then maybe cuddle if you have time.

Ghiaccio

He’d ask for a blowjob first.

Ghiaccio will be very adamant about not moaning or whimpering. He doesn’t have a problem with letting himself groan, but moaning? Hell no. Or so he says. Just stroke his thighs and he’ll melt for you.

He’ll curse. Like. A lot

His dirty talk is mostly degradation or backhanded compliments.

“God, you suck cock like a pro, puttana!”

He cums almost embarrassingly quick when you deepthroat him.

Out of everyone in this list, he’s going to love fucking your face the most. Roughness just goes so well with him. He isn’t deterred by your gagging, in fact, he finds it incredibly hot that you’re struggling to fit his cock in your mouth.

He prefers pulling your hair and guiding your head up and down his cock.

Coming on your face is easily his favourite thing. Just seeing his cum drip down that pretty face of yours is an instant confidence boost for him.

Surprisingly, Ghiaccio loves cuddling after a blowjob. The whole ordeal is simply so relaxing for him that all he wants is to fall asleep in your arms.

Diavolo

Diavolo would want a blowjob mostly when he’s stressed out. There’s just something about having you on your knees in front of him, with his cock in your mouth that he finds relaxing.

He tends to keep his volume down and almost only lets out a few moans and groans here and there.

Diavolo’s dirty talk most just consists of instructions, pet names and a few praises here and there.

“That’s it, kitten. Keep sucking my cock just like that.”

He finds your determination to deepthroat him equal parts adorable and hot.

He adores the sight of you gagging and tearing up on his cock.

Most of the times he fucks your face, he does so to relieve pent up stress from his work.

He usually ends up pulling your hair while you suck his cock.

Diavolo loves it when you swallow his cum.

As for aftercare, he’d bring you some water and heat up a bath for you to enjoy. If he has the time, he’d love to just cuddle and relax in bed with you.

Whamu

Whamu, being the sweetheart that he is, wouldn’t ask for you to go down on him. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he just doesn’t want to come off as rude or selfish.

He’s going to try to stay at least somewhat quiet, but that facade will drop as soon as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock just right.

Whamu would praise you from start to finish, although he’ll be damn-near incoherent when nearing his release.

“Oh, my love, you’re too good for me! F-fuck.”

Deepthroat him and he’ll turn into a blushing, whimpering mess.

Whamu isn’t really interested in fucking your face because he doesn’t accidentally want to hurt you. He also prefers letting you dictate the pace.

He loves gently stroking your cheeks as you suck his cock.

He has no preference when it of where he comes. As long as you’re into it, he’s okay with pretty much anything. His brain might, however, short circuit if you swallow his cum.

Expect him to go down on you in return. Whamu just couldn’t live with himself if he were the only one to get off. He also loves cuddling and simply holding you close.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years

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Satisfied, Part 14

First

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She rested her head on her arm as she stared at the ceiling, waiting for the familiar chime of her phone.

She’d learned over her very short time in Gotham that it was pretty much customary to ask someone to send a text saying they got home safely after hanging out with them. So, she waited.

Tikki was already asleep, resting on Marinette’s stomach. She didn’t mind. Even with her open curtains, if someone saw the kwami they would assume it was a stuffed animal of some sort.

Her phone chimed and she glanced over to see a message from Tim. She pulled up their chat.

Coffeeismygirlfriend: Got home safely. Good night! Sleep well!

She rolled his eyes. So formal. Rich kids.

Definitelyforgottosleep: u first!!!!!

Coffeeismygirlfriend: I’ll consider it.

Definitelyforgottosleep: if you dont sleep i will personally walk over there in the dead of night to knock you out

He read the message but didn’t respond. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she decided to at least give him the benefit of the doubt.

She dropped her phone on the bed and curled up, finally allowing herself to close her eyes...

Her eyes snapped open. Her skin prickled uncomfortably. She was being watched.

The feeling eased a few seconds later, so she slowly angled her head to the window. No one.

Wait. There. A hand briefly moved into view.

Her eyes narrowed as she slowly, silently, stepped out of bed, careful not to displace Tikki. She moved the pillows to make a fake her and tip-toed to the window.

She pressed her ear to the wall, thankful for the first time that the walls were so thin:

“... insane, dude, the girl probably couldn’t hurt a fly if she wanted to.”

“I know what I saw. That coffee cup was the same one he --” there was a short pause “-- brings home all the time. And he saw her get one that day. She’s French and new in town. It’s got to be her.”

“This feels wrong,” mumbled a third voice.

She bit down on the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t stupid. They were definitely talking about her, and, from the sounds of it, were trying to discover her identity.

She glanced at Tikki. Still sound asleep... but in full view. The girl tip-toed back to her bed and covered her with a blanket. Gods don’t need air, right? She supposed she’d find out soon.

Content that they wouldn’t see the kwami, she all-but stomped to the window, flinging it open and leaning into her exhaustion. “Could you guys not do this outside my window?” She snapped.

The three jumped. The one nearest her nearly fell off the fire escape in their surprise. There was a blur of bright colors as everyone got into a fighting stance, outside of Marinette, who was trying to make herself seem as un-vigilante-ish as possible.

Her eyes widened. She had assumed it would just be three random people who were curious, not three vigilantes.

She was familiar with Nightwing as Ladybug; they’d passed each other a few times on patrol and given waves, but little else. She wasn’t as familiar with Red Robin or Red Hood, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t recognize them by their outfits.

Shoot, this was way more of a problem than she thought it’d be.

She flashed a weak smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, sirs. I thought you were just guys on my fire escape. You on a stakeout?”

Marinette had been leaning a little bit more into her accent to try and throw off Nightwing, but now the three all looked slightly confused. Her mind wandered back to the theory she’d had, that they could be the Waynes. She’d only been with them for the day, though, would they have paid that much attention?

“Of sorts,” said Red Hood.

Her eyes flickered over the three of them in turn. It didn’t matter who they were. What mattered is that she knew what she actually sounded like and she needed to play that off.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes to make herself seem like she was just now waking up. “If you’re staking out, can you...?”

She trailed off. This was a good chance that she was throwing away. She could confirm her theory and clear any suspicions of her being Ladybug right off the bat.

But how could she get them inside without sounding suspicious?

Her eyes wandered to the three, family-sized bags of Doritos in their hands. One was sporting Mountain Dew, while the other two held coffees (one was larger than the other, but her mind skipped right over that detail).

“Is that really all you’re eating tonight?” She asked, her lips falling into a frown.

The three all looked at each other.

“I mean... yeah, it’s stakeout food,” said Nightwing.

She clicked her tongue. “C’mon,” she waved them inside and began walking to her kitchen.

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Shorter chapter ‘cause I didn’t sleep last night oops

I’ll make it up to you next time

Prepare yourself for fluff

*shaking my well thought out plot* why didn’t you TELL me you were timintette--

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shyvioletcat · 4 years

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I’d like to place a request for Aelin singing Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars and Rowan overhearing it (you decide if it’s intentional or her singing in the shower or drunk karaoke hehe) in Striking Matches of course 😉 since that hasn’t happened yet

cont: Oops wait I always forget it’s technically by Mark Ronson ft Bruno Mars ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ my bad it’s a collab

I went with something different, but let’s be real... Aelin would just about sing this song every chance she gets.

So Timeline wise, this so just after they get together. It’s probably been a month and a half since he busted her door.

Striking Matches Masterlist

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The fire alarm ringing through the school gym had the kids in a panic, it even took a few moments for Aelin to get her own feelings under control. But when her kids had flocked to her, their scared faces wide-eyed, she pulled herself together. When she had volunteered to chaperone the Halloween dance this is not what she expected.

Her and the other teachers ushered the kids outside, not even a trace of smoke to be found but still they got all the kids out to the car park. It was soon apparent that some cheeky troublemaker, probably urged on by their peers, had pulled the alarm and there was no real threat of fire. But they had to follow protocol and that meant the greater portion of the student body from grades 4-6 were huddled in the car park —all in their costumes— waiting for the firefighters to turn up to give the official all clear. The poor things were getting cold in the brisk October air and still nervous after all the drama. Aelin wasn’t feeling particularly warm herself in her Alice in Wonderland costume, the striped tights at least were offering her some protection from the cold.

So Aelin did the first thing she could think of.

Turning her phone full volume she led a dance party in the empty spaces of the parking lot. She was dancing to hype the kids up, most likely looking like a dork as she did the sprinkler for the umpteenth just as the fire engine pulled up. The team unloaded from the vehicle very quickly, Lorcan barely gave the excited children a second glance, but Aelin’s students were thrilled to see Rowan again and he gave them a wide smile and a wave. Fenrys directed a thumbs up to her in approval of her dance moves before he waved to the kids as well, giving them some finger guns to top it off.

Another song played through and the whining of the alarm stopped and everyone cheered. Lorcan appeared again and went to clear things with the principal then the others started filing out. Out of nowhere an idea struck Aelin, a song that seemed too perfect to pass up in the moment. So she unlocked her phone, scrolling through until she found the song she wanted.

The poppy vocalising at the intro of the song started and she made sure to keep at least one eye of Rowan as everyone started dancing. She saw the twins share a look and then they were laughing. Gavriel was just shaking his head.

This hit, that ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold

This one for them hood girls

Them good girls straight masterpieces

Aelin sang along and somewhere she heard Lysandra cackling.

Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent

Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty

I'm too hot –– hot damn

Aelin pointed at Rowan who was trying his damndest not to smile. He was failing.

Called a police and a fireman

I'm too hot –– hot damn

Make a dragon wanna retire man

I'm too hot –– hot damn

Say my name you know who I am

I'm too hot –– hot damn

And my band 'bout that money, break it down

Aelin wiggling her shoulders ridiculously at him had him breaking and he laughed. By then Rowan had reached and took her by the hand, spinning her a few times –– her apron and skirts fanning out. The kids, meanwhile, were going insane.

When Rowan stopped the spinning Aelin’s hands landed on his shoulders.

“Don’t you think this song is a little inappropriate for the little ones?” He said.

“I suppose.” Aelin sighed and changed the song, a chorus of disappointed protests sounding. “But I just couldn’t resist.”

A terse Whitethorn came from the direction of the fire engine, making both Aelin and Rowan look over. The rest of the team was loaded back up ready to head back to the station. Aelin linked her arm with Rowan and handed her phone off to Lysandra so she could keep the party going while the executives decided what to do next.

“Will you come by for breakfast tomorrow? I bought a fresh box of toaster waffles,” Aelin asked, leaning close to leech his warmth.

“Those things taste like cardboard,” Rowan complained.

Aelin just she rolled her eyes. “Fine, come for the company then.”

“I think I’d rather eat the cardboard,” Rowan replied, the corners of his mouth betraying him as they quirked upwards.

“Remind me again why I agreed to make us a thing?” Aelin said as she let go him and Rowan put one foot on the step of the turck then leaned in closer to her.

“How about I remind you tomorrow morning,” he said, his voice little more than a purr. “And I’ll pick something up from a bakery on the way home.”

Rowan pulled himself up into the cab before Aelin could reply, but she was smiling as he rolled down the window. Then she stepped up onto the step as Rowan leaned out the window.

“I like that sound of that.”

They were both smiling when their lips met but they managed. They broke apart when Fenrys’ wolf whistle startled them both, Aelin managed to refrain from flipping him of for the sake of the students and the reprimands it would get her if any of her superiors saw.

“See you in the morning,” Rowan said, Aelin’s reply was a two fingers salute as the truck drove away.

Aelin watched it go until it had turned and she couldn’t see Rowan anymore. When she went to go back to the impromptu dance party she noticed one of her students, Benjamin, standing on the outskirts watching her, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

“You okay there, Benjamin?” Aelin asked.

It took him a moment to answer and he looked past her to where the fire engine had been parked, then he beckoned her closer. Aelin rested her hands on her knees so she was just about level with him.

“Miss G, did you just kiss Fireman Whitethorn?” He whispered.

Aelin nodded. “I did.”

“But…” Benjamin’s brow furrowed. “You’re only supposed to kiss people who are you boyfriend or girlfriend. Is Mr Whitethorn your boyfriend?”

The boy was so excited and perplexed he’d completely forgotten about the fireman bit.

“He is,” she said simply.

Aelin couldn’t wait to tell Rowan about the look of sheer delight that spread over Benjamin’s face when she told him. He spun around, no doubt to spread this new revelation amongst his classmates, she could practically see the ripple of excitement move through the crowd. Aelin just laughed and kept dancing until the parents started to arrive to pick up their kids.

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I say it every time but... I miss these two.

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”. Catfish

Author’s Note: I love soft Frankie so much y’all. This man has stolen my heart. (also @wickedfrsgrl thank you for being so patient! I hope you enjoy!)

Word count: 1.4k (oops)

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood (kinda), PTSD, angst, fluff.

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It had been just a few weeks since Frankie had returned from the mysterious trip Pope had convinced him to take. Of course, you found out rather harshly that it wasn’t just a guy’s trip after all, and that they lost more than they could ever gain. Frankie had broken down in tears the moment he crossed the threshold of your home and laid eyes on you – telling you everything through his broken sobs. You felt your own tears bubble to the surface when he told you about Redfly, how he was killed on this insane mission and how Frankie blamed himself. You had been part of their team once, just as skilled as they were, but you and gotten out soon after you and Frankie had gotten together – too afraid of losing him or yourself to the harsh military life. That’s why you knew exactly what Frankie was feeling when he had returned to your shared home that day.

“oh fish,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair as he buried his face in your chest, “I’m sure it wasn’t your fault,” you reassured.

He just shook his head, another harsh sob being ripped from his lungs as his tears soaked through your shirt, “But it was. If I hadn’t shot at those villagers – if hadn’t been so fucking stupid, Redfly would still be alive.”

It had taken you days to finally talk some sense into him, tell him that it wasn’t just him who pulled the trigger, it was Redfly too. You knew there was truly no way to assuage his fear and guilt, all you could do was be there for him, physically and emotionally. But it seemed to get worse before it got better. Each day it felt like he was losing more and more sleep, either because he was woken by nightmares or he refused to sleep all together to avoid them. He was becoming distant, not talking to you as much, pulling away and starting to drink more. His changing demeanor had caused a rather fiery argument earlier in the day when he had caught you sifting through his dresser drawer. You loved Frankie – more than anything in the world – which means you also knew of his old habits, as well as his hiding spots.

He had come up behind you, slamming the drawer shut so fast and hard you barely managed to pull your hands out in time, you whirled around shock written on your features as you took in the utter frustration in his eyes.

“I’m not using again if that’s why you’re snooping through my things,” he snaps.

You try to remain calm even though his defensive demeanor is off putting, “Frankie, you just went through something traumatic, you lost a friend, I was just –“

“just what?” he barks, taking a threatening step towards you, “Just making sure I wasn’t coked out again?” he asks accusingly.

You clench your fists at your side, frustration evident in your voice as you spoke, “I can never be too careful Fish. I just want to help you, and all you’ve been doing is running away! What do you want me to do?”

He scoffed and pulled his baseball cap off running his hand through his hair before replacing it again, “I’m going out,” is all he says, turning around and stalking out of the bedroom.

You march after him, “Where are you going fish?” you call.

But the only response you received was the resounding slam of the front door followed but the sound of his truck starting up and pulling away.

You had cried after that, for a few hours before you realized it was late. You had already settled into bed when he returned, silently getting ready for bed before crawling in next to you. You had listened to him shuffle around before finally rolling onto his side and moving to rest his arm around your waist. But you, still upset about earlier, pushed his arm away from you before pulling the covers up to your chin. If your actions made him upset, he didn’t say anything, he instead just settled into his side of the bed and let silence overtake the room as you both fell into a fitful sleep.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep when a sudden tightness around your waist pulled you towards consciousness. You opened your eyes slowly trying to gain a sense of what was going on and what had woken you up. you quickly realized that, at some point in your sleep, you and Frankie had gravitated together. You were facing each other, but the thing that seemed to alarm you was that his arms were locked around you in a vice grip as small whimpers fell from his lips and tears stained his cheeks.

He was having a nightmare.

You immediately sat up, prying his arms from around you as you shook his shoulder firmly, “Frankie wake up,” you called, shaking his shoulder harder when he didn’t respond.

“Frankie!” you spoke louder, and this seemed to do the trick.

His eyes snapped open as he startled awake, sitting up onto his elbows as harsh pants escape his lips, his chest heaving with effort. You watch in a worried silence as his eyes dart around the space of your bedroom, before finally falling to you. You don’t have time to react before his arms shoot out, wrapping around your waist as he buries his head into your neck, his warm tears breaking your heart as they meet your skin. Violent sobs wrack his body and you wrap your arms tightly around him, one hand cradling the back of his head as you try and console him.

“it’s okay, you’re safe,” you whispered the words like a mantra over and over into his ear, feeling your own heart constrict at the emotional turmoil your other half was facing day in and day out.

Frankie’s cries eventually turn into nothing but sniffles and his breathing calms down slightly – the only abnormality being the small hiccups that slip past his lips. You don’t ask what happened – you never do. Too afraid of making him relive the awful things that plague his sleep, and Frankie never tells you. until tonight.

“It was you this time,” he rasps out, voice still thick with tears.

You pull away from him slightly, bringing your hands to his cheeks as you force him to meet your eyes, “What?” your voice is barely a whisper as your thumbs trace soothingly over his cheek bones, the scruff on his face a familiar comfort.

He brings his hands up to grab your wrists, relishing in the faint beating of your pulse beneath his fingers as he takes in a breath to speak again.

“It was you…on the mountain. Not Redfly.” He clarifies, his lip wobbling as the bloody image of you dying on that godforsaken rock flashes in his mind again.

You let out a sad sigh at his words, not quite sure what to say that will ease his mind, so instead, you take his hands in yours and pull him with you as you lay back down, facing one another. Frankie instinctively pulls you closer, resting his forehead against yours and taking in a deep breath before pressing his lips to yours. His actions oppose this tender moment, his lips move against yours quickly and his hands hold your hips in in a bruising grip. Frankie wouldn’t tell you – but he was terrified. Terrified of his dream, terrified that you would leave him…you were his everything.

He finally pulled away, resting his head against yours once more as you both tried to catch your breath. You let your fingers trail over his jaw lightly then down his neck before resting your hand on his chest, the strong beating of his heart a calming feeling.

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

His voice was barely a whisper, and if you hadn’t been as close as you were you probably wouldn’t have caught the heart-breaking words.

“Oh Frankie,” you breath, scooting closer to him and nuzzling your head into his neck peppering kisses to the area there, “I’m not going anywhere,” you promise.

Frankie doesn’t say anything, just tightens his arms around you as he presses his nose into your hair, eyes slipping closed as your familiar scent envelops him.

“I love you Frankie,” you mumble, the tendrils of sleep tugging at your eye lids.

Frankie takes in a deep breath, the beginnings of exhaustion affecting him as well, “I love you more,” he whispers, finally giving into the feeling.

And for the first time in weeks, Frankie sleeps soundly.

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dylanobrienisbatman · 3 years

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100 Days of Writing!

So i was tagged by @thelittlefanpire and I think @kinetic-elaboration to do this like... 2 weeks ago (oops), but now I'm finally starting! Thanks to @the-wip-project for coming up with this idea, and my writing friends for always being cheerleaders, sounding boards, and a great support system. Hopefully I can keep up with this to some degree, even if i'm starting a bit late!

I definitely don't write every day, but I think about my writing most days (not to copy Sara but... I'm copying Sara lol), I'm always coming up with new concepts or AU ideas, or thinking of plot points, or just... wishing I could get struck by a muse and get my stories out onto the page, so hopefully this could help! Maybe thinking about my writing process a little will help me find my way back to some stories I'd love to tell.

Day 1: Write about what your motivation is to write at all. What got you started? What keeps you going?

The first fanfic I ever wrote was a modern AU bellarke friends with benefits AU that I wrote in 2017. It was probably the first 'full story' that I'd written since middle school. I'd had a bad experience during a creative writing lesson where a story I wrote got made fun of by my peers, and nobody stepped in to support me, so it really turned me off of creative writing for a long time. I remember being so proud of what I had written, and thrilled with my story, and then i just deflated like a popped beach ball in seconds.

So writing and actually sharing a piece of fanfiction was terrifying. I was sure that it would completely flop, or that everyone would think it was terrible, but it ended up being a totally restorative experience for me as a writer. I received nothing but positive feedback from my peers, and so much love, and it started me on the path of developing a community of other fanfiction writers that I cherish deeply. So the community I was building was a huge part of what inspired me to write in the first place, and it's definitely a huge part of what keeps me going now.

The biggest thing, though, is characters. As someone who is a little bit (a lot bit) daunted by the idea of creating an OC, fanfic is my safe little place. I love characters who are concretely developed, but also not fully developed, if that makes sense. I like to write for characters that have been given building blocks of personality, backstory, motivations, and purpose, but feel a little hollow, because it allows me to have a starting point to jump off from, where I can build the person I think they are and mold them into the stories I want to tell. I find characters who are fully formed and extremely well developed to be so daunting to approach, because I worry I will get them wrong, but characters that are more of a framework of a character with a blank slate feel like they're mine to play with. The 100 was great for that, with dozens of characters who had so much potential but never got flushed out well enough in canon to make them fully formed. I've also found Shadow and Bone to be the same way, in part because the source material is from the first person POV so it's harder to fully develop the other characters. They feel malleable, both concrete in a lot of ways and totally fluid in others. Those are the characters I like to play with.

In terms of writing them, it comes and goes. I'll be struck by inspiration and spit out 7000 words, and then be unable to get a concrete thought down on the page for weeks. I'll come up with a great concept, and then never be able to write the full story. My concepts for @troped-fanfic-challenge are notorious for that, I'll brainstorm an idea that I love, and refuse to ever part with, and then it will stay in my concept list forever, not a word of it written. Troped both inspires me to an insane degree, and also doesn't. But it's mine and @thelittlefanpire's little baby and I love it so much.

So, tldr, characters, community, and a little bit of the muse is what gets me to write, and keeps me invested in my storytelling.

#100 days of writing #my writing

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dyaz-stories · 4 years

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Out of The Woods — Two: Loyalty

One: Acceptance

Hey guys! Super glad you’re hyped about this story :D Here’s chapter two, based on the prompt for day two of Inukag week. Hope you’ll enjoy it, and don’t hesitate to let me know if you want to be tagged for this story!

With the exception of a part at the end of the chapter, this was again beta-read by the amazing @sweetchcolate, thank you so much for doing it on such short notice!!

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For most people, moving through a forest in total silence was near impossible. Even if they somehow managed not to rustle any leaves, didn’t make any twig crack under their feet, and succeeded in keeping their walk light, they would scare birds or deers, or worse, attract the attention of demons.

Not only did the woman manage not to do any of that, but she made it look easy, her fluid movements a testimony to how much of a threat she was. Slipping between bushes without making a noise, she took a glance down at the lake beneath her. There, laying on a rock under the sun, was the man she was here for, completely unaware of her presence. She’d placed herself under the wind, she wasn’t making a sound— she was unnoticeable. She wished it had made her feel powerful, but it just gave her the sickening feeling of being a predator, the type that she had devoted her life to hunting.

She hesitated on the procedure to follow. She was itching to reach for the oversized boomerang strapped to her back, but if she threw it from that distance, she considered it a given that he would hear it coming and be able to dodge it. If he tried to deflect it, which was equally likely in her opinion, it could play in her favor. The Hiraikotsu, being made of the bones of demons, had many interesting properties.

She was still weighing the pros and cons when a flock of birds flew away from right above her. The demon jumped to his feet instantly, and even from this distance, she could tell he was looking in her direction and sniffing the air. She plunged behind a bush, heart hammering in her chest, hand tightening around her weapon. She was prepared for an attack, she always was, but that didn’t mean she felt no fear.

After a few moments, the demon seemed to shrug it off, and she allowed herself to take in a deep breath, before turning around slowly, a dangerous glow shining in her eyes.

Behind her, the man responsible for the previous agitation didn’t even have the decency of looking sorry. Instead, he gave her a smile, that stupidly warm smile that made her skin tingle.

“Oops?”

That was it. Having worked so hard, for so long, to keep her composure at any given second, to keep her emotions under control, meant nothing at that moment. That one word was enough to break the carefully crafted dam.

“Do you have a death wish, monk?” she hissed through gritted teeth. “What have I told you? Any mistake can cause our deaths. That man has killed and—”

“…and he will again, sure, you’ve mentioned that once or twice,” he shrugged, with that nonchalance that drove her insane. “I am afraid you have a tendency to repeat yourself, dearest Sango. However, there are demons everywhere in this forest, and they must disrupt the birds. And of course, thanks to yours truly,” he curtseyed exaggeratedly, “we are protected by a barrier. He couldn’t find us if he knew we were there for sure. Which he does not.”

At this point, Sango was starting to feel a painful migraine coming, something she had gotten a little too accustomed to since she had started to work with Miroku. At least the monk was good at what he did, but after every single job they took together, she wondered if the price to pay was really worth it.

“No, but now, he knows something’s near,” she explained, “and he’ll be suspicious.”

Miroku looked above her shoulder, down at the half-demon.

“He looks like he is sleeping. Not the most suspicious attitude, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t,” Sango replied dryly. “Because you know nothing about those things.” A glance, and her worries were confirmed. Sure, his eyes were closed, and she couldn’t see much from here, but there was a tension to his body, in his legs and shoulders, that she recognized immediately. “He knows there’s something. We need to move.”

She walked past him, and Miroku rolled his eyes when she did, struggling to follow after her. His robes weren’t adequate for this mission, and even if he tried, which, admittedly, he hadn’t been doing earlier, there was no way he could be as silent as her. Hadn’t he had his eyes on her back, he wouldn’t have known the woman was there, and she was only a couple of meters away from him.

“I don’t know why you bother. We will not have the element of surprise here. We cannot approach him without him noticing. Even with the barrier—”

“I’m aware, Miroku,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “But that does not mean we want him to know we’re here before we’re ready to take him on.”

Hm. To be fair, that did make sense.

“The most efficient way to get there is through the river,” Sango reasoned out loud. “If we climb down, he’ll definitely hear us coming and we will be at a disadvantage. Water should cover our scents and the river should be loud enough that he won’t hear us, as long as we’re not too obvious about it. Of course, he’ll know as soon as we enter the basin, but that is the best we can manage. Think you can handle it?”

Miroku nodded, determination steeling his face, and Sango almost sighed in relief. When he took things seriously, which did not happen often, he was capable of being very efficient. He was easily distracted even then, sure, but his talents allowed him to make him through almost any situation. As long as no beautiful woman entered his sight line, they should be good. He became simply unbearable when he was around women.

“Sango, I’m sure I have mentioned this already, but did you know you truly have the most marvelous a—”

“You’ve seen the Hiraikotsu tear through thousands of demons, monk. What makes you think your skull stands a better chance?”

The dangerous edge in her tone didn’t go unnoticed, and Miroku chose to stay quiet after that. It was no doubt the smartest choice here, but it almost pained him not to voice his thoughts out loud.

She had the most marvelous ass he’d ever seen.

Inuyasha laid peacefully by the lake, one feet casually moving in the water, enjoying the sun. Today had been a good day so far. There were left over fruits from the day before, which meant he didn’t have to go out early for breakfast, and had been able to stay a little longer in the cabin that was now filled with Kagome’s scent, something he fiercely refused to admit he enjoyed as much as he did.

Kagome had stuck around for a while after that, and he appreciated her presence by his side. She had taken to weaving straw to try and make mattresses for the two of them. It was far from being her specialty, and the process was slow, but he liked that she was doing it. It meant — it had to mean — that she was planning on staying after all, right?

As always, the activity had started out real quiet, and then, after a while, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from talking. He enjoyed watching how long she managed to hold on until she finally gave in. He wasn’t the biggest fan of her chatter, but he did like her voice, liked how natural it was, how it made him feel. It was really— it was a really normal activity, wasn’t it? If he’d lived in the village, he would probably get in those types of conversations. He wouldn’t like it all that much, but it wasn’t unpleasant to think about every once in a while.

They’d eaten together, and he’d entertained her when she had asked him questions about the forest. She treaded carefully when it came to his past, and it was almost funny to watch her try her damn best to be as sensitive as possible. She’d left not long after, climbing up a part of the basin that formed an admittedly unpractical staircase, and he’d enjoyed his peace and quiet since then.

Well. Somewhat.

It wasn’t like he missed her when she was gone, but things were a little too quiet ‘round here when she wasn’t there.

His eyes snapped open at a whistling sound and he jumped to the side, just in time to avoid the huge, white object that had been hurled at him. Up in the air, he identified it as a boomerang. His mind started to piece together what was happening: the object had to have been thrown by someone, someone that he needed to locate real fast unless he wanted to—

Something hit him in the back, knocking him into the lake.

“Fuck!” a woman’s voice yelled as he pierced the surface.

Under the water, Inuyasha snarled, struggling furiously to get rid of the projectile that was sending jolts of electricity through his entire body. The feeling wasn’t unlike the first time he’d met Kagome, or what Kikyo’d do if she thought he was getting too close, in the beginning, and for one terrifying second, he wondered if he’d been betrayed.

But the power diminished and, once it was exhausted, the object fell down into the water. The thought vanished from his mind, leaving him with only one concern: how to survive in this situation.

“We can’t let him leave our sight, monk!” the voice hissed angrily above him, further confirming his opponents were unknown.

“Apologies, Sango dearest,” a man said, voice deep and even, “though considering what I hit him with, I doubt he’ll be able to do much when he comes out.”

Did he really believe that? Hah. He wouldn’t know what hit him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just be ready.”

The woman didn’t sound as confident as the man, Inuyasha noted, but he did have the advantage now. They didn’t know where he was, and they thought him to be diminished. He didn’t stop to think about what was going on, or why they were there. All that mattered now was to make use of that advantage, and he intended to do just that.

He darted out of the water in their direction, unable to locate them precisely without his senses.

Everything happened in a second. The air around the pair crackled with reiki, then shattered, and the black-haired man fell back with a grunt, but Inuyasha only had eyes for the woman. His claws were just about to tear into her when the boomerang appeared between them, seemingly out of nowhere. He met her dark eyes, where he didn’t find any particular emotion. No anger, no hatred. Just determination.

He hit the boomerang, and it was like he had just ran into a wall. The force of the impact sent him flying back a few meters. When he landed, he was disoriented, and his entire arm felt numb. He wasn’t too worried abut any injury, but it meant he couldn’t risk getting in contact with her weapon again. That wasn’t good.

She flexed her hands, and he knew she was itching to attack. Still, she wasted precious seconds to glance at her companion.

“Everything okay, Miroku?”

The mask covering her mouth made her voice sound hollow, yet Inuyasha could hear worry breaking through. It left a bitter taste on his tongue. It was easy to imagine the people who hunt him as mindless, emotionless assholes. Knowing they did have those feelings, were capable of concern for others and just— just denied it to him… That was difficult.

The man grunted in reply, pushing himself up with the help of his staff.

“The ofuda should have taken him down,” he commented, panting. “Something’s wrong there, Sango.”

“Not for long,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at Inuyasha.

“I’m not sure—”

But she was running already. And Inuyasha was ready for her.

She swung the boomerang in front of her, and he dodged out of the way, just out of reach. As expected, she lost her balance when the huge weapon didn’t hit him. He grabbed her arm, pulling her forward, and punched, hard, in her stomach. There was a muffled groan and she fell to her knees, propping herself up with the weapon she hadn’t let go of.

Inuyasha wasn’t done. He tore the boomerang out of her hands, throwing it to the side. He noted how heavy for him, and he suspected there was something magical at play, but that was not a consideration he could waste time on right now. With a powerful kick, he threw her back to the man she had come with.

She got up almost immediately, supported by the monk. Clearly, she had fighting experience.

Again. Not good.

“Together,” she said, voice strained with pain.

Without exchanging a word, they charged, and Inuyasha knew he was in deep shit. On their own, he was pretty sure he could take them. Right now, though, even as he got in fighting position, he could see her drawing a dagger, and he knew that between his ofudas and her attacks, he likely wouldn’t stand a chance.

There was only one thing he could think of.

He was about to dig his claws in his chest to draw blood when the ground between him and the pair exploded. Reiki crackled in the air, a feeling that was starting to get a little too familiar — but didn’t hurt him.

“Step back!” Kagome’s voice shouted from behind him.

She was unbelievably relieved when they obeyed her, coughing and raising their hands defensively. Reiki couldn’t have hurt them too bad, but its energy was based on intention, and she certainly intended for it to be an unpleasant experience. Right now, though, all she wanted to do was check on Inuyasha.

She ran to him, heart hammering in her chest, and missed the incredulity in his eyes when her hands cradled his face as she tried to find any injury.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“K— ‘m fine,” he said, wrapping his fingers around her wrists in a surprisingly gentle motion.

He brought her hands down, but didn’t let go of her wrist. It was small and fragile in his hand, and yet it gave him some— some comfort. Her soft skin, her warmth… He liked it. His jaw tensed when she moved, but when she took his hand in hers, squeezing it briefly, he felt fear draining out of him.

With her by his side, he could take on anything.

He stepped in front of her in a protective manner and glared at the two, who were staring at her in disbelief.

“I’m giving you one chance to get the fuck out of my sight,” he growled.

That was dangerous and stupid. They could tell anyone where he lived, and there was no way that would end well for him — and Kagome. At best, they’d have to move, if she was willing to go through the trouble . At worse, he’d be killed, and she’d go back to the village.

He wondered if that was the worse case scenario for her as well.

“There has been a mistake,” the man said.

The woman nodded, still staring at Kagome. Lifting her hands, she removed the mask, and took a deep breath when it fell off.

“We were told you’d murdered two priestesses,” she stated bluntly, turning her eyes to Inuyasha. “We were here to stop you, but clearly…”

“Don’t know how to make your research?” he mocked her, though the sentence had felt like a punch to the gut.

The woman seemed annoyed, but she still averted her eyes. Shame burned her cheeks. Demon slayers didn’t make that kind of mistake. They were supposed to be better than that, better than all the stupid mercenaries and warrior monks who only acted out of hatred. They only knew how to negotiate with demons, only killed when they had to. The murder of an innocent human was generally the line not to cross. The fact that one priestess was still alive was a pretty big sign that she’d fucked up, but it didn’t mean he was innocent.

“It means you’ve only murdered one priestess,” she bit back. “That’s one too many.”

Inuyasha stepped forward, a mix of anger, pain and tension shooting through his body. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear out the bitch’s throat.

“He didn’t kill Kikyo.”

Kagome’s voice froze him on the spot. The woman’s eyes turned towards her, a deep frown in her expression.

“And how would you know?”

Despite what the man had said, she had done her research. The second priestess, Kagome, the one who had gotten lost in the forest and whose body hadn’t been found, had arrived months after the death of the first one. There was no way for her to have that information.

“Inuyasha told me. I believe him.”

Inuyasha exhaled a shaky breath. Kagome’s words — there was no explaining why they made him feel so much better. He shouldn’t give a fuck whether or not he was believed. Knowing he was telling the truth should have been enough on its own, and yet… And yet they gave him a relief he had never thought he would get.

Sango stared at the priestess as Miroku’s earlier words came back to her. He was correct, something was wrong there. Not just because she was here and alive, but because Inuyasha was clearly a half-demon, and not a demon. A very powerful one, sure, but anyone with any knowledge on demon would have identified him as such.

“May I ask what you’re doing there, Lady Kagome?” Miroku enquired calmly from behind her.

Kagome jumped. She had almost forgotten the woman’s companion, who had only stood there, silently observing for the past few minutes.

“They told you my name?” she asked.

“They did,” he replied with a nod. “They explained to us that you had disappeared in the forest, and that they assumed you had been killed by—” He gestured at Inuyasha. “—by the forest’s god, who they suspected to actually be a demon, but that they had not found a body. We were to bring them your remains back, if we found them.”

Kagome clenched her fists, gripping Inuyasha’s hand as tight as she could, but the half-demon didn’t say anything about it. Her strength was nothing to him, and if it could give her any form of comfort… He was happy to be there for her.

She was shaking with anger when she managed to open her mouth.

“They sacrificed me. They decided that to appease the forest’s god, he needed a— They called me a virgin sacrifice. I can’t imagine they expected me to come back but— Even if they did, why should I?”

Even as she spoke, there was a twinge of guilt in her stomach. Maybe they needed her. There could be people who needed her remedies, her knowledge, people who had no involvement with what had happened to her, who didn’t deserve to die because of those actions.

Inuyasha’s thumb gently stroke her hand twice. The movement was brief, barely perceivable, and when she glanced at him, he wasn’t looking at her.

But it helped. Kagome took a steadying breath, and focused back on the two others. This time, they looked genuinely uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” the man said. “We made a mistake in targeting you, and it seems we were fed lies in order to kill you. If you want us to, we can take you back to the village. We can make sure something like that will never happen to you again.”

Kagome didn’t have to think before she shook her head.

“I don’t want to go back,” she said.

Her voice somewhat lacked resolve, some of her doubts permeating through it, but it was her decision nonetheless. She wasn’t changing her mind. Not yet.

“I don’t like what’s going on here,” the woman commented. “Your name is Inuyasha?”

“Got a problem with it?”

“Why would that first priestess say you’d killed her if you didn’t?”

Inuyasha removed his hand from Kagome’s to ball it into a fist. There was no way the woman knew anything about him and Kikyo. She couldn’t know that he’d sooner take a reiki shot through the heart than to think about it, or that he would have died a thousand times before laying a finger on her. She hadn’t said it to hurt him.

It still felt like someone had replaced his blood with ice.

“How should I know?”

He’d tried to sound angry, uncaring, biting, but his mouth was dry and it hurt to speak. Kagome gave him a worried look and her heart squeezed in her chest. Inuyasha shut down whenever she tried to bring Kikyo up, but she knew how much pain it brought to him, and she hated it. He had helped her so much since she’d arrived — she wanted to be able to share his burden, to help him, even if only a little.

“She’s not wrong,” she said softly. “There is something weird here. It makes no sense that they would call you after sacrificing me. If the goal was to get rid of Inuyasha— why wouldn’t they do it sooner? They didn’t have a priestess for months.”

The woman nodded.

“My thoughts exactly. Did you notice anything suspicious while you were there?”

Behind her, Miroku grinned. Unlike him, Sango was always straight to the point, hated any unnecessary nonsense when she was working. He found it to be extremely endearing.

Kagome shook her head in reply.

“I wasn’t there very long. I can’t imagine much gets past Mo, so start with him, maybe? I thought we got along fine, but in the end—”

She cleared her throat. She didn’t like to think about that night.

“Thank you,” the slayer said. “We will.”

Sango didn’t add anything, but she did promise herself that she would get to the bottom of this. She didn’t have much to go on yet, but her instincts were screaming at her. They were telling her that Kagome was right, that Inuyasha hadn’t killed Kikyo, and they were telling her that she had fucked up here. Badly. She knew she wouldn’t be comfortable with herself until she had made things right.

“It was an impressive shot you took back then,” Miroku said, voice light, and it was like weight fell off her shoulders. She often complained about his small talk, but sometimes, when her thoughts were that dark, she was so thankful for it. In those moments, she felt that the good things about him definitely outweighed the bad. “A reiki shot that precise without a bow and arrow, and with a demon standing in the way… That was good.”

Kagome let out a tense chuckle.

“Thank you. I didn’t think much about it. I could feel you charging your ofudas, and even if Inuyasha’s a half-demon, I thought— I thought it was the only thing to do.”

“Quick thinking,” he complimented her. “I cannot believe I have failed to introduce myself. I am Miroku.”

“Kagome,” she smiled. “But you know that already.”

Much to her surprise, Miroku grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips.

“Lady Kagome,” he said, “it is an absolute pleasure to meet you. If I may, you look simply divine and—”

A low growl started coming out of Inuyasha’s throat just as Sango smack the back of his head with her boomerang.

“Hands off,” Inuyasha snarled.

“Sorry about that,” the slayer said, pulling Miroku back. “I’m Sango, by the way. We’ll let you know if we find out anything. And— Sorry about… All of that. The Hiraikotsu,” she tapped her weapon, “shouldn’t leave lasting damage.”

“Can I not at least say goodbye to the wonderful Lady Kagome?” Miroku protested weakly.

“Fuck off,” Inuyasha growled.

Sango didn’t even bother trying to reply, simply dragging him behind her.

“C’mon, monk. Let’s find out what’s wrong in this village.”

Neither Inuyasha nor Kagome moved until the two were out of sight. When they finally disappeared, Kagome let out a long breath.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, turning to face Inuyasha.

He looked away. Having so much of her attention on him, it made him feel— weird. Not necessarily in a bad way, but he still didn’t know how to handle it.

“’m good.”

“She said her weapon shouldn’t cause lasting damage, so clearly, you’ve been—”

“Drop it.”

“Just let me help, Inuyasha, I can—”

“I said I’m fine, dammit! Why would you care so much anyway?”

“Because I’m worried about you!” Kagome snapped. “You were attacked! They were teaming up on you when I arrived, and if we hadn’t managed to— to talk to them I don’t know what—”

She interrupted herself to swallow back her tears. In front of her, Inuyasha had gone completely still, ears pinned back against his skull, his fight or flight reflex activating. He wanted nothing more than to run away so he wouldn’t have to deal with her tears.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit. She was crying. Or, well, almost crying. He could smell the salty scent, and for some reason, it absolutely horrified him.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out awkwardly to put his hand on her shoulder. “I told ya. I’m fine. I just hit her— thing, and my arm felt weird, but it’s all back to normal now, ‘kay? ‘m good. You don’t need to worry ‘bout me.”

Even if the feeling was… surprisingly nice, now that he thought about it.

Kagome sniffed and nodded, but didn’t meet his eyes. All the emotions she’d forced down earlier in order to help him were surfacing, and there were a lot of those.

“I heard you scream,” she whispered. “And then when I arrived, you were fighting with them, and I was still on the cliff, and there was nothing I could do, and I kept thinking ‘what if I—‘”

“Y’need to breathe.”

She tried to glare at him, but it wasn’t very efficient what with the red eyes. Still, she did as he said. It wouldn’t do them any good if she fainted or something like that.

“I swear,” he repeated, “’m fine. I’ve been here a while, and it wasn’t my first fight. I think I could have taken them even if you hadn’t shown.” He gave her a smug grin. “They really were no match for me.”

He had hoped she would roll her eyes and tell him he was too arrogant, that he needed to stop bragging, but instead, she smiled.

“That’s good to know. I’m happy it was resolved without anyone dying or being severely injured, though.”

Yeah, something told him she wouldn’t have liked that his last resort attack included using his blood as a weapon. Welp, good for everybody that he hadn’t needed to do that.

“I guess you helped a little for that.”

Kagome let out a soft chuckle, and damn, it was good to hear after all this fear and tension. After he’d smelled her tears.

“Been thinking, though. Your reiki… didn’t hurt me.”

“I hoped it wouldn’t,” she said. “I hadn’t tried anything like that before but that energy… It reacts to what you want. And I didn’t want it to hurt you.”

She doubted it would have worked as efficiently had she been trying to hurt another demon, but here, she had felt it would be fine. Apparently, she had been right.

She didn’t notice the way Inuyasha looked at her. He would have understood if she had told him she just wanted to break up the fight and that she expected him to be collateral damage. It would have hurt, but he’d have understood. Instead, she had now cried for him and she had stopped her reiki just because she wanted to.

Fuck.

“It looks like I’m really going to need to practice without a bow, though,” she sighed. “I guess I’ll try that tomorrow.”

He hadn’t missed her earlier reserve about going back, but the way she talked to him— it sounded like she was definitely staying. It shouldn’t have made him happy.

It did.

“I can help ya with that. I could catch small demons for you to train on.”

“What? No! I don’t want to do that!”

“You could try on me then. Use me as your target and just will your reiki not to hurt me.”

“Are you insane? That’s way too dangerous!”

He grinned. She wasn’t amused, he could tell, but this was… fun. He liked teasing her. She made it so easy and her reactions were— they were damn cute.

“’s only dangerous if you hit me. Not sure you can.”

“You’re not going to bait me into shooting at you, Inuyasha.”

She was smiling now, and it was easy, simple, light. It had been a long long time since he’d last felt like that. An eternity. Deep down, a voice told him that he should keep her at arms length, just in case she changed her mind at some point and decided to leave, but he buried it. For once in his life, he wanted to just enjoy the moment instead of expecting the worst. When he managed to get the voice to shut up, it immediately felt like the sun shone brighter, warmer.

It still wasn’t as dazzling as Kagome’s smile.

“Are you sure you want to investigate the situation more?” Miroku asked, lifting an eyebrow. “We don’t owe them anything, and I do not think we will get paid for this. We could just leave.”

Sango shook her head. Miroku’s proposition was tempting, she’d give him that, but it was also the easy way out. It was not the path she chose to walk.

“We almost murdered an innocent man,” she replied. “We don’t do that, and I won’t have people telling those stories about my family. We need to make this right.”

Miroku let out a long sigh. He didn’t worry about those things. He, personally, had no problem telling someone their house was haunted in order to get a good night of sleep there, all expenses paid. Sango, on the other hand, refused to let that slide, and always insisted to pay their host. He could appreciate that in her but sometimes, she was just trying too hard. She didn’t need to carry everything on her shoulders. Life could get much easier, much more fun, if she’d only let it.

“You don’t have to stay, though,” she said. “You can go back to the village, and I’ll meet you there once I’m done. I know this isn’t your favorite thing.”

Miroku didn’t even consider it.

“I’m staying with you.”

“Thanks,” she replied, a smile in her voice.

Miroku’s eyes softened, in a way they never did. As always when that happened, though, Sango wasn’t looking at him, and she had no idea he was showing such emotions.

“Anything,” he replied softly.

And he meant it.

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Bro, I recently talked to a friend with a similar experience. I’m so sorry for the things you’ve had to deal with, it sounds awful. The world is big and scary and VERY loud, and you are so amazing for navigating it. Bakugou would give you insane cuddles to help u feel better, remember dat okie?

Maybe! I’m getting around to things babey, it might take a hot second. But I will try!

Thank you! I try babey I try lol. I Lub u by the way thank u for msging me

I accept this wisdom. Thank you for sharing. I pray for a time when I will be able to use it.

You nailed it. I want this on my tombstone pls and thank u.

omg omg thank youuuuuuuu!!!!! Honestly, I think Izuku is still so so so shy, even when it comes to doing stuff with his darling. ugh his poor darling. Ur right tho, no one would ever believe that Izuku was doing bad stuff. But once again!!! Thank YOU for reading and taking the time to send me an ask!!!! Warms my heart

wait wait okay I LOVE LOVE LOVE Kirishima I am his BIGGEST simp and this compliment? SENT ME TO OUTER SPACE. I squealed so hard I got like liftoff and I made it out of the atmosphere. This is the BEST thing EVER Thank you SO much my heart is POURING out love Grimm I would DIE for u no cap

idk? Personally, I hate being touched so I probably would politely be like “Pls dont ahah” but I would hit him with paper airplanes with cute little notes inside.

I wish I wish with all my heart that I could turn into a small person tonight. Like, I'm crying. I am 6′0 and built like a refrigerator aint nobody able to manhandle me... *sobs in big man syndrome* I will continue to feed u tho bc it is a GIANT fantasy of mine to be manhandled and tossed around. lets goooooo

I don’t want to be a religion, can we start a cult? I’ll be the sacrifice.

bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk TOO LATE (Also thank ant the comment abc my humor! Inspires me and tbh enables me)

no U

“hey google?”

“What can I help you with today?”

“Why do I have the SWEEEEEEETEST followers ever? How did this happen? They make me blush I can’t handle it”

I have a SIMP???????? Come off anon u and I are going to talk and then passionately kiss. (not rlly but I do Lub you, thank you for the kind and gentle words)

bonk bonk bonk bonk (Also this was sent to me on a Sunday? I live in America bruv)

Pls don’t I almost peed my pants I was snorting at 2am and trying my hardest not to disturb my cat it was very hard (Repeat I almost PEED my PANST U HEATHEN)

wait stop stop u always give me such amazing comments skid I want to give u a candle made with wax and tears of love. You are so sweet. Pls never hesitate to reach out for a chat I luv u okei

BLACK HEART ANON I’m dedicating everything in my will to u, hope you know that. Okay, but seriously - I get being afraid of people. I don’t think you’re being hypocritical, I think you’re being kind and selfless and reaching out a helping hand to a loser like me. Black heart emojis low-key always make me think of you now and it fills my heart with warmth. Thank you for existing dude,

What have I said about the chefs kiss? Kiss me on the mouth u cowards. Do it.

Also this ask made me SAWFT I want to gibe u like idk a candy heart necklace to show how SOFT and Ugh demonstrate my LUB

I am glad I found YOU!!! Not everyone bothers to comment or interact or send me nice asks. They make my day man. You rock!

YYaaaayyyyaa!!! I’m cool with all the canon characters of BNHA except for Bakubro. I adore his fanon personification, but just how he acts in the show..... that aint it chief. I totally get u

TYSM!!!! Heart heart!! Aizawa has the potential to be so creepy and awful, he’s super interesting to try and write for! I’m glad you like my content, and thank you for telling me such!!!!!!!! LUB U

GRIMMM STAWWWWWWP I’m like on the verge of like melting into a PUDDLE of goopy admiration how the heck do u even know my blog ur so cool and I still can’t believe I can like.... talk to you. Ur rad dude.

BLACK HEARTTTTTTT You are never invading my privacy. Your asks are two that I hold very near and dear to my heart. I reread them over and over and they help when I’m having sucky days. Pls pls pls recognize that you’re an amazing person and you lift up my spirits and you are genuinely awesome. I love u Black Heart

I LOVE Kiri, have I mentioned? He’s my fav. And yes!!! I am VERY open to ideas!!!! Love pretty much everything and anything that comes my way!!! thank u for sending me an ask dude, means a lot :)

Sensitive anon, my dear dear friend if ur reading this know that I adore talking with u and I like hearing about ur day and You are so sweet and you make the world a better place by being in it

WE SIMP...... TOGETHER!!!!

Another beautiful baby that I always see interacting with me!!! I love you so so much and Each time your name pops up in my motifs I get so excited to see what you say!!! I’ve been holding onto this ask FOREVER because the little picture is SO CUTE and it makes me softer than melted butter man.

Okay, we’ve done it lads! I love each and every one of you!!!!!!!

#shorkbrian answers a lot of asks #love all of you #so so so much #you all make my day

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oranjis-shipping-mess · 4 years

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Vernon x Woozi x Hoshi for: @soonhoonsol birthday which was november 18th, oops.. So I never wrote a poly realionship before, so this is super shitty and it’s also super cringy!

"Would you really be okay with Soonyoung joining this relationship? I know we've talked about it a lot, but this would be your first time goin in to a poly relationship, and I really don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Hansol nods in respond, "Hon, how long has Soonyoung been with us for now? If I wasn't okay with any of this, I would have made that clear a long time ago, yea?" He says as he kisses Jihoon softly on his lips.

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"Lee Jihoon, do you take Kwon Soonyoung and Chwe Hansol as your wedded husbands in sickness and in health?" "Yes, yes I do." Jihoon replies, trying really hard to hold back his tears.

"Kwon Soonyoung, do you take Lee Jihoon and Chwe Hansol as your wedded husbands in sickness and in health?" Soonyoung bites his lip, "Ofcourse I do." He manages to get out, tears slowly streaming down his cheeks.

"Chwe Hansol, do you take Kwon Soonyoung and Lee Jihoon as your wedded husbands, in sickness and in health?" Hansol looks at both man, both looking more handsome than ever, "I do, hell yea, I do."

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"You've reached the voicemail of Chwe Hansol, please leave a message and I will get back to you, see you." Jihoon sighs, dropping his phone at the couch. "Babe, relax. I'm sure he's fine, his phone probably just died again." Soonyoung says as he gently takes Jihoon's hands into his. "It's not like him to not pick up for so long, you know that." Soonyoung places a small kiss on Jihoon's hand, "You always worry way too much. Hansol should be here soon, yea? If not, I will just drive to the grocerie store and see if he's still there. It's probably just really busy since Christmas is coming up." Jihoon rolls his eyes, "Soon, you know I love you, but Hansol has been gone for 2 hours now. He never takes that long doing groceries." Jihoon says as he gets up from the couch, Soonyoung following his moves. "Baby, come on. It's fine. If it makes you feel better, I will go and check now? You can come with me if you want?" Jihoon nods, "Yes, please." He responds, hugging Soonyoung tight, burrying his face in Soonyoung's chest.

"See how busy it is everywhere? Even this road is insane." Soonyoung states as he tries to move the car past the huge line of cars. "Hm, this doesn't seem normal to me. I think something might have happend. You see the cops over there at the end?" Soonyoung tries to look between cars as his eyes fall on the cops that Jihoon mentioned. "You're right, something happend. We will probably be stuck here for a while. You can go out and ask the cops what's going on and how long this will take?" Jihoon nods, "Sure, hon. I will be right back." Jihoon replies, kissing Soonyoung goodbye.

"Good afternoon, sir. Could I just ask what happend here?" Jihoon asks one of the cops on the side of the road. The man looks down at Jihoon, "Yes, ofcourse. Just about a 50 meters from here, two cars crashed into each other. All four people from both cars are in still rather good condition but are immideatly getting help and being checked up as we speak." Jihoon nods, trying to look past the cops their cars. His eyes widen as he sees a familar car. At that point, it felt like his heart dropped to his stomach, not being able to move. "Sir? Sir, are you okay?" The cop questions, immedeatly catching Jihoon from falling down.

It had taken a while before everyone arrived at the hospital. First the people that were in the car crash, and a little later, Soonyoung had arrived with Jihoon, after he came back, but still felt weak. They had officialy gotten a call from the hospital that Hansol was in the car crash, which they had already figured after Jihoon had seen the car. They slowly made their way in to the hospital, knowing which room to go to as the lady on the telephone had already told them.

Hansol was asleep, he seemed rather fine. There was another man in the room, he seemed like the same age as them. Jihoon carefully read the name tag, "Chwe Joshua Hong?.." His heart had stopped for a little moment, as Soonyoung made his way to Jihoon. "He was married to someone else?.." Jihoon couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth, walking back to the hallway. "Honey, hon!" Soonyoung quickly followed Jihoon, grabbing him by his arm. "We don't know the story behind this. We should atleast give him a chance to explain." Jihoon squirmed his arm free, "why aren't you bothered by this at all, Soonyoung? Was this your doing? Did you want him to leave?" Jihoon hissed. Soonyoung shook his head, "No, Ji. Don't say things like that. Ofcourse I don't want him gone. You know I love both of you equally."

Their discussion was getting heated, screams were being exchanged, as people gave them weird looks and asked them to quite it down. "I swear to god, if this does end up being your fault, then I will never, ever forgive you, Soonyoung. You were the one to join Hansol and my relationship, and you'll be the first one to go if it has to be." Soonyoung had teared up, not completely understanding where this sudden attack came from. "What are the two of you fighting about?.." A low voice sounded from the doorway. Soonyoung and Jihoon both looked at Hansol the moment he talked.

Hansol had Jihoon and Soonyoung come back in to the room, so he could lay down again. He looked at the two boys beside his bed, not sure about the situation they were in. "Who is Joshua? Why does he have your name?" Jihoon immedeatly attacked Hansol with the questions. Hansol chuckled lightly. "As for the name, the doctor just messed up. He thought we were the married couple.. but the truth is, well, it was supposed to be a Christmas suprise, but can one of you get my bag?" Soonyoung was quick to move, getting Hansol's bag from the ground and handing it to him. Hansol took some papers from his bag, dumping them on his blanket. "Here, have a look." Jihoon frowned, taking the papers in his hands. "To Chwe Hansol, Kwon Soonyoung and Lee Jihoon, here by we would like to congratulate you that your adoption request has been accepted. As from march 2021, you will be the proud parents of a baby boy. We would like to welcome you at our office at januari 4th so all the documents can be filled in, and you are able to meet the mother for the first time, this day." Jihoon couldn't even finish reading it as tears were streaming down his face. "How?.." Soonyoung asked, his voice was even softer then usual. "Joshua has been helping me. I mean, Jihoon registered us ages ago, but the employee who was supposed to work on it, became sick and couldn't continue. That's were Joshua came in and then everything went super fast. But I just tried to make it a nice Christmas suprise, but I guess I failed at that." Jihoon was in actual tears, he couldn't process everything that had happend that day. Soonyoung had one arm around Jihoon, and with his other hand he was holding Hansol's hand, squeezing it lightly, being completely lost for words. "No, this is gonna be the best Christmas ever." Jihoon whispered, getting up to kiss Hansol gentle on his lips.

#oranjis-shipping-mess #Vernon #Hansol #Hoshi #Soonyoung #Woozi #Jihoon

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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Surprise!

Someone needs to stop me from only finishing things after midnight because I have so much stuff to do for my class and for my honors kids and I put it all off for tomorrow which is now today and I hate me slightly but oops.

I love getting requests, so please keep sending them in!

I also have like five more ideas that I want to play around with, but I always love getting your stuff too!

Here is the original request!

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Three hours down, Five more to go.

Three hours down.

Only five more to go.

You’re not even halfway done. Three-eighths of the way finished before you have to come back tomorrow. That’s 62.5% left of this shoot before you can go home, do some homework for the college degree that was taking way too long to get because of your schedule, and then come back tomorrow for opening. Easy. No problem.

“Quiet on the set!” The director screeches. You weren’t in the scene, but this director made it clear that all actors be present for all scenes, but had you had to be quiet if you weren’t the one acting. It made no sense: there were so many personnel and a pretty large cast that having this many people on the sound stage was probably a fire hazard of some sort.

The scene gets started, you not even caring to pay attention. It had nothing to do with the plot line you were part of, so why bother? You just wanted to go home. You sink down on the floor, behind the craft table at the back of the studio, letting your back ride down the wall is it took every ounce of you to not full on lay down.

“We’re never working with this director again, are we?” One of your castmates says, plopping himself down on the floor next to you. The two of you were becoming a tag team; the last three movies you did, he was cast as your brother or your best friend. In real life, he probably was your best friend, besides your boyfriend.

“I hope not. This is insane. We don’t have a scene for two more hours. I could nap or do my work in my trailer during that time.”

“Or talk to your boyfriend.”

“You could practice talking to girls that aren’t me so you can get a girlfriend.” you joke.

“Yeah, or I could learn how to be fluent in Khoisan languages in half an hour. That’s more likely to happen at this rate.” You love to tease him about being this; he’s an actor, someone who’s actual job involves talking with people all the time when in reality he can barely strike up a conversation with the females that are throwing themselves at him. “You have a boyfriend that you never see, anyway. What would I do with a girlfriend I can never see?”

“I see Alex.” you protest, knowing that it’s not entirely true. You see him on a screen a lot. You FaceTime any day that you don’t have rehearsal and he doesn’t have a game. Your last film was shot in Chicago for a month, so you got to stay with him the entire time and it was amazing. With your filming schedule and your agent booking you movie after movie, and then his practice schedule and game schedule, it was nearly impossible for both of you to be in the same place at the same time. You didn’t even have a city that you called home because of how often you moved around, how were you supposed to see him often? But it was almost a year ago that you saw him in person for more than a day. Can you even really call him your boyfriend? “On the phone.”

“When was the last time he was in LA?” he asks, giving you a look that was mixed with sympathy and ‘I told you.’

“He’s in California all this week, actually.” you tell, a matter of factly, just to try to prove him wrong when you know he’s right anyway. “He plays at Staples tomorrow night, I just.. I don’t know what day he’s coming in.” You don’t even have your phone with you to ask him; another thing about this director is that he wants all contact with the outside world to remain outside. In the studio, the world around you is that of the movie and the movie alone.

Hours pass as you sit around, waiting for the director to call you and your other castmates for your scene.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to date you.” you say, in character. The two of you were at a bar, surrounded by other people.

“As many times as it takes for you to change your mind?” one of the actors responds, leaning closer to you in the fake booth the two of you were sitting in.

“Look. If you’re trying to be cute, it is not working. Harassment is not cute. Get that through your head, and leave me and all other women alone.” You raise your voice with each word, like the stage direction in the script told you to. You get up and storm out stage left, again, like the script indicated.

“Perfect!” Yells the director. That might have been the first time all day he’s said something positive. You’re definitely not going to work with him again.

You hear clapping from somewhere on the sound stage as you try to go back to the outskirts of the room to sit back down and wallow in the boring universe that was outside the one you were creating not even a hundred feet away.

“Hey, nice job.” you hear a familiar voice say as someone stands in front of you.

You look up to see that beautiful blonde-haired boy that you loved and missed so much. “Alex!” You jump up, grabbing him into a hug, planting your lips hard onto his like you wish you could have been doing for months. You’re trying not to scream so loud that the director gets mad at you and kicks you off the movie. “What are you doing here?” you ask when you finally pull away from the kiss that probably made people around you slightly uncomfortable, but you can’t believe he came to surprise you on set, and trying to contain your excitement was not something you wanted to do in that moment.

“I haven’t been able to hold you like this in so long, and we came to LA early so I got your friend over there to get me in.” he nods over to your friend, whos been sitting on the floor just within earshot of you two, smirking.

“He wanted to see you, how could I say no when you’ve been moping around set about him this entire shoot?” he says, getting up and going closer to the stage.

“Oh, I’ve missed you.” You say, taking him in for another hug, never wanting to let go.

“We’ve gotta figure out a way so that we can see each other more often. I’ve missed being able to hold you,” he tells you, looking you at your face. He takes your face in his hand, running the pads of his thumbs along your cheeks.

If you could hold this moment forever, you would.

By the time you get out of the shoot, Alex has been waiting around for two hours in your trailer.

“I’m so sorry. You came after lunch and that was the only time I was allowed back here.” There was really no point in you all having your own trailers if the only time you spent in them was during lunch.

“It’s alright, I’m just glad I get to be with you before I have to turn in for the night.”

“What time is that?” you plop down on the couch next to him, immediately cuddling up with him as he puts his arm around you and kisses the top of your head.

“Probably before ten.”

“So that gives us five hours?”

“We can do plenty in five hours.” he looks down at you, smiling.

“I just wish we had more than five hours.” you know you’re smiling, but there’s nothing that could hide the sadness that was coming through your eyes. You loved spending time with him, but you hated every time he had to leave. Sometimes you hated that you fell in love with a hockey player.

“What if I told you I had a surprise for you?” he adjusts himself so you’re forced to sit up and face him. You give him a confused look, but before you can say anything, he continues, “I have something that you can use all the time that you’re in LA, and I can use during the off-season.”

“What is it?”

He holds up a set of keys. “How about we live together out here?”

If the smile on your face could get bigger it would. “I would love that!”

#alex nylander #alexander nylander #alex nylander imagines #alexander nylander imagines #chicago blackhawks #chicago blackhawks imagines #blackhawks #blackhawks imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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skanksammy · 3 years

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Note Passing || Fabrevans

TAGGING: Quinn Fabray & Sam Evans WHEN: March 23rd WHERE: Florida GENERAL NOTES: Sam & Quinn pass notes during the safety seminar WARNINGS: None

Quinn: This seminar was incredibly boring, and Quinn has sat in law lectures, so she knows boring. This is beyond that. Bored out of her mind, and not wanting to disrupt the class, she tears out a little sheet of paper from her notebook before scribbling: ‘ Who are you rooming with? I might need to sleep in your bathtub.’

Sam: Sam was in his own little world, his eyes completely unfocused as he drowned out the seminar with the imaginary world that lived inside of his head. His eyes were just about to close for a small boredom nap when he felt movement beside him. Opening his eyes and looking at Quinn, Sam noticed the note and grinned. ‘ Ryder! Did they forget to get u a room? U can have my bed - from Sammy.’

Quinn: She should feel bad about clearly interrupting Sam, but she’s bored and he smiled like that at her, so she doesn’t. Plus, what are friends for if not to suffer with you. ‘ I wouldn't take your bed. I have a room of my own, its just with Brittany, and she kinda.. scares me.’ She debates crossing it out, hovering over the word for a moment, ‘It'll be fine, right? Tell me I wont die. -You don't need to sign your name.’

Sam: Sams eyes widened when he read the note, looking up at Quinn’s face as she wrote. He hoped that she knew that if she needed it, he would be more than happy to give her his bed. Sam would give her anything she needed. ‘ Idk she’s super scary and gives me wedgies but she’s allowed cause we’re related and stuff. I’m sure u will be ok. She’s not allowed to hurt ppl. Plus u are insane beautiful so !!! - sa-’ Sam stopped himself from signing his name, scribbling it out and adding a kiss instead

Quinn: Another glance up, and the guy was still droning on. Had he even noticed the group in the centre actively drinking in the seminar? Her attention was caught again by the little note being pushed into her peripheral. ‘ Sam! She shouldn’t be doing that to you. Being related to you isn’t an excuse. And now I’m worried about wedgies. Great. I don’t think being beautiful will save me, but thank you.’ She added a little heart to the end to punctuate her reply.

Sam: Note passing was one of the many things on his list of most favorite things. It was even higher up than text messaging. This boring seminar was made that much better by Quinn. ‘ I can’t tell her no.. she might eat me. Like a black widow spider. It might! It works in the scary movies! Just show her some skin.’ After adding two hearts, Sam chuckled a little when he passed the note back, thinking he was the most hilarious person in the room

Quinn: ‘I'm going to become a slut so that I don't get murdered by a skank. This trip is looking SO great for me. She doodled a little grumpy face, If I'm going to reduce myself to this, do you want me to ask her to stop with the wedgies?’ She couldn't believe she was actually considering this, and she started passing the note back, before reconsidering, and grabbing it back, adding ‘We need to drink- and soon, so I can pretend none of this exists.’ and then actually passing it to Sam.

Sam: Sam let his hand hang in the air, waiting for Quinn to add whatever it was that she was adding. The smile on his face had still yet to falter and he was sure he was having the best time out of everyone in that seminar. ‘ You are LITERALLY the smartest person in america. I know that I would also do anything for a lady who wants to show me her ta tas. But that sounds like a plan, Batman! I bet we could find some kinda awesome bar somewhere. Or maybe a gay bar where they have those go go dancers. That's SUPER Florida vibes.’

Quinn: Sam's goofy grin made a lot of things in Quinns life easier- women studies wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, and she found she had a grin of her own to match. ‘ You flatter me too much. Let's just hope that Brittany works the same way- since you are cousins. Are gay bars Florida culture?’ She drew an extra big question mark- because that didn't sound right, but Sam probably knew more than her about it. ‘Do you have any big plans for this trip?’

Sam: ‘Oh most def. Have you seen Florida man stuff? This state does EVERYTHING wild and crazy.’ Sam grinned to himself as he wrote before adding. ‘Maybe I could buy a pet alligator and sneak it back on the plane. THAT would be the best plan other than just having as many beach parties and I can before I can't feel my legs.’ He passed the note back, already feeling the excitement rushing through him at all the things they could all get up to this week. It was a REAL vacation. Something Sam had never experienced before.

Quinn: ‘I definitely have- I could go all law nerd and tell you why, but I do also just think Florida is crazy.’ She drew a little alligator in the margin- it was crude, but she thought it was a needed addition. ‘In your bag? I don't think it'll fit. Just stick to the parties.’ It was easier to slowly goad Sam out of ideas than outright tell him no. Plus a little part of her was curious about how he'd go about getting said alligator.

Sam: Sam smiled from ear to ear as he looked over the picture that Quinn had drawn, wasting no time before drawing a little arrow to it and adding I love him with a cute little smiley face. ‘ Oop you are so right babe! The only way I could think to do it was dress one up in a dress and wig and pretend its my grandma like they did with Scooby Doo BUT airport security has stepped it up since.’

Quinn: ‘Yeah. I'm not sure that'll work- and what if it eats the baby racoons under your trailer? You can't do that to them.’ She added a little sad face with some tears- she didn't want to be accomplice to this alligator stealing. ‘We can just go see them at the zoo.’ Oh- the speaker had stopped. People were starting to leave. She handed the note over, and started packing the rest of her things away. She was kinda really excited to get out in Miami and party.

Sam: Sam was about to reply to the note and agree that it was only responsible of him to be a racoon dad that he didn't bring over a scary scaly lizard back to his place. After all, he did only have one bed and his summer paddling pool wasn't in any way big enough for the both of them to splash and chill. "Can I... Keep this?" Sam finally spoke up when they all started to leave, holding out the crumpled piece of paper.

Quinn: "Yeah- but its just a bunch of random thoughts." Quinn didn't really understand why he wanted to keep it at all, but she didn't understand a lot of things Sam did. "Do you want to go grab a drink? Start this break off right?"

Sam: Sam could think of nothing better than starting off the best vacation in the world with one of THE best people in the world. "Absolutalivity," he nodded enthusiastically, draping his arm over Quinn's shoulders as they moved out of the room with the rest of the crowds. "This is gonna be a vacay to remember.. BET!"

#para #quinn: para #001

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