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SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game Ghostface

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He will break into your home. Repeatedly. And when you finally start to reciprocate his affection, he's going to be all over you. PDA is his middle middle name.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) You're his friend now. You don't get a choice, silly goose! Of course, that comes with benefits of all kinds *hint hint wink wink*

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Full body octopus tackle. You're not going anywhere until he finds something else to do or someone pries him off of you. Good luck.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Oh no, settling down is too limiting. He'll always return to you, but there is no staying in one place. He's a decent enough cook but 98% of the time he'll pay for take out. He's been a bachelor for far too long. He's pretty clean for the most part. Gotta keep up appearances after all.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Incredibly. Horrifically. Dramatically.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Commitment is very important! Once you commit to a murder- Oops, hehe. Wrong commitment. Marriage isn't really for him, but for the right partner he'd be willing to do less official, you've got a drawer in my dresser, I have one in yours, kind of thing. Also, he's going to wear your clothes. Psh, he looks great in that mini-skirt and you both know it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Oh god, he's like a freight train. He can be gentle when he wants to be, but it's rare. Not because he's trying to be mean, but because he has very limited control over his reactivity to things.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) If he likes you, he will find every opportunity and reason to touch you. Hugging you from behind, the side, the front, or just laying flat on top of you to keep you from going anywhere. It's all good to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Until he met Marcus, Danny didn't think he was capable of loving anyone but himself. The first time he said it, he surprised himself. But if he does say it, he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) If you make him jealous, he's going to make absolutely sure you know. Then he's going to *NSFW* until you *NSFW*.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) Greedy, lots of tongue, and lots of biting. He likes to be kissed around the neck and jaw, but anywhere is fine.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He finds them annoying and gross quite frankly. Unfortunately, they seem to gravitate towards him whenever they're around like he rolled in cat nip and then went to the animal shelter.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Do you like morning sex with your coffee?

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Do you like goodnight sex?

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Danny will give odd vague bits and pieces about himself here and there, often dodging pointed questions unless he has a good reason to share. He prefers to know everything about you, while remaining as much a mystery as he can.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Moderately. It just depends on the subject in question. Danny is, however, very good at hiding his anger in most situations. Look for the small tells. His eyes and smile are usually the best give away.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) This man will remember every goddamn thing you tell him, and the things you don't. How'd he know the exact time and hospital you were born in? When did he get your bank information? How the hell does he know the name of your best friend in first grade?!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) The moment he first revealed himself to you (not like that you dirty bird). Whether it was popping out of the closet or calling you to ask about your favorite scary movie, he'll always cherish your first meeting.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) He's the only thing that needs to go bump in the night in your life now. Ex bothering you? Not for long. Boss giving you shit? He'll... have a talk with them. Someone flipped you off? Here's their middle finger and a doughnut. Like all Slashers he doesn't need you to protect him, but goddamn will he be smug that you've fallen that hard for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) It varies greatly. Sometimes, he'll bring you the most heartfelt and thoughtful gifts. Cook an elaborate dinner on a random Tuesday just because! And other times he'll swoop in at the last minute and offer you have a twinky and a dumb grin because he might have lost track of time... by a few days...

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) What is sleep? What is a healthy schedule? What is personal space?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He's sexy and he knows it and you know it and that random guy over there knows it and--

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) Now that he's found him, he'd be destroyed if anything happened to him...

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Danny abhors law enforcement. Working so closely with them as 'Jed Olsen' has shown him the ugly inside of the men and women who are sworn to 'protect and serve'. At least he proudly takes credit for his crimes...

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Danny doesn't want a 'fan'. He doesn't want someone who's going to fawn over him as 'Ghostface'. Does he like being recognized? Yes. But he doesn't want a partner who is only with him because they have a serial killer fetish. He wants someone who wants him for him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) WHO HAS TIME FOR SLEEP?! If left to his own devices he'll stay awake for days on end before crashing hard. Now, on the flip side. If he has someone to help regulate him and get him to bed and get up on any kind of schedule, he'll do a lot better.

#sfw alphabet #surviving the game fic #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #ask meme

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razorblade180-heated · 3 years

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[It’s a smut]

It was a normal day at Beacon. Same old classes. Same old delicious lunches. Same old Blake. Well, not entirely. The girl had a problem, a snag if you will. She was currently on her bed in her school uniform, sulking more than she usually does. She patiently waited for the door to open. As she did, The words of Weiss Schnee replayed through her brain…

xxxxx

“YOU ARE DATING J-” The heiress’s mouth was covered quickly by Blake, who looked panicked.

“Ssssshhhh! What part of secret did you not understand!?” Blake said through her teeth, “we don’t want attention.”

Weiss swatted the hand away and whispered, “Sorry, but you should know better than to reveal truths out of the blue like that by now. This is crazier than the last one to be frank.”

Blake wasn’t too thrilled in Weiss’s choice of words in regards to White Fang secret, but now wasn’t the time to bicker. Blake needed her help. “Weiss, I’d like…advice. Also a bit of help.”

“Okay? On what exactly?” The concern in her voice was palpable.

Blake’s face grew a little red. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. “Any...any ideas to get a guy to sleep with you?”

Now it was Weiss’s turn to blush. “Just who do you-” she lowered her voice in consideration, “just who do you think I am!? Why are you coming to me for this!?”

“Yang gets too involved in people’s business and Ruby is...she’s Ruby! I love the girl but this is not the topic she can handle.”

Weiss looked Blake up and down. Why the girl needed help was beyond Weiss’s comprehension. It was shocking Blake wasn’t beating admires back with a stick! “How long have you been dating Jaune?” She asked.

“About...five months now? That sounds right.”

Weiss could not believe her ears. Five months, how has no one noticed!? How didn’t she notice? Then again, she did find it a bit out of character of Jaune when he stopped all of romantic efforts. Looks like this was the reason why. It might’ve been her ego talking but it stung a little to know a guy moved to the next letter in her team’s name. Would Yang have been next if Blake, hold on. A thought just occurred.

“Did you ask him out, or did he ask you?” Weiss was very curious about this

Blake blinked. That was an unexpected question. “Me, why”

“No reason.” Well that actually made Weiss feel a bit better. Not that she cared or anything! “Why do you need help with...that? I would think he’d be all over you. Can’t you, ya know? Drop hints?” A terrible expression hit Weiss. “Please tell me that dunce is ignoring basic signs?” She groaned. It would only make sense.

Blake must’ve agreed because she laughed a little. “Hehe, No Weiss, he isn’t.” Blake rubbed her head in embarrassment, “He’s well aware I’m down for sex. With all the neck kisses and body touches, the message is clear.” Blake saw Weiss’s face scrunch up. “What?” She said defensively.

“It’s unpleasant thinking about Jaune in anything less than his armor. You know that hoodie apparently has a rabbit on it, right?”

“Grow up, and that hoodie is fine. You walk around pretending to be taller than 4’11”

“I just like these shoes, and I’m five feet even when they’re off!” She proclaimed, “What is the matter then? Does he not find you physically- actually, don’t answer that.” Weiss didn’t need to know any physical reactions from Jaune. “Just tell me what typically happens as safely as possible.”

Blake took a deep sigh before speaking. “It’s usually the same song and dance. We go on dates, have a good time, find a place to get cozy, I start making moves, he starts building a little momentum, but then he stops.” Even with the bow on, Blake’s ears were clearly drooping. “He just apologies and says he can’t!”

Weiss raised a brow, “That’s it?”

“Yeah.” Blake nodded, “that’s the long and short of it.”

The problem sounded simple, and normal. Like… too normal. Weiss knew besides herself, Blake was the smartest on their team. Although not sociable, Blake could read a room better than Yang or Ruby. “Blake…” Weiss said, befuddled, “How is Jaune on these dates? Attitude wise, like is he nervous?”

“No, not really. We just talk and have fun. In the beginning we were both a little awkward but now we talk and act like we’ve known each other for a long time.”

Now Weiss was a little jealous at Jaune this time! Five months was all it took to get Blake chatting like an old friend!? The amount of groundwork Weiss and the terror sisters had to put in for Blake to even go out into town casually with them was at least two months' work! Now she’s over here trying to sleep with the guy, a thing nobody saw coming.

“I gotta say, this whole thing feels a little wild. To think five months of secrecy lead to this conversation? If he’s as calm you say then I can’t think of many reasons to panic. I mean I get someone having a little anxiety when giving up your first time, but I hear that’s mainly on the girl’s part. You’re all calm though.” Weiss said. She wasn’t expecting Blake’s eyes to shift away slightly, as if the girl was hiding something. “You are calm, right?”

“Huh? Yeah I’m totally calm” Blake clucked her tongue, “because...it’s not my first time.” Her body swayed back and forth out, trying to finish her sentence. “I’ve been in a couple relationships before this. Some good, some abysmal.”

Yet another surprise to add to the list. “Wait, you’re not a virgin?” Weiss couldn’t believe this. Who knew Blake surpassed her in many social and mature experiences. The way she usually was, Weiss couldn’t imagine Blake being that way. The girl once spent an entire weekend reading in the dorm room. This new information though made Weiss come to realize that she previously assumed. She just had to ask one more question. “Does Jaune know that?”

“Of course.” Blake said, feeling a little insulted. “I wouldn’t lie to him or not be open enough to talk about my past.

Weiss sighed in disbelief at her faunus friend. Perhaps her assessment of Blake reading a room well was a little off. As much as Jaune had been annoying to Weiss, she felt bad for his clearly anxious soul. “Blake, I expect this kind of cluelessness from our leader.”

Blake looked rough left and to the right as if anyone else was there to explain. “Uhhh what?” She said, actually a little stumped.

Weiss put her hands together like she was dealing with an interviewer with zero experience. “Let’s put it this way. You have asked me why your boyfriend, who is most definitely a virgin, shys away from sleeping with you? A beautiful girl who’s already had experience. Ya don’t think he’s you know, incredibly nervous of not meeting pre-established expectations? You know you’re boyfriend, Jaune Arc, the same Jaune Arc that worries about everything else in his life going well?”

Blake just...sat quietly for a moment. Her brain wasn’t even having a gears turning moment. She was upset with herself that those gears weren’t spinning from the beginning. There was nothing to figure out at all! She had simply glanced over that possibility! Her hands held her head as she let out a long groan. “Uuuuugggg What is wrong with me? Of course he fucking is. I’ve been so caught up thinking I was doing something physically wrong, or I was wrong.”

A part of that sounded like baggage. Baggage Weiss wasn’t about to unpack. “Well, question solved. Unfortunately, he’s right to worry. I can’t imagine anybody giving a good first performance. Has he even seen you fully naked?”

“We’ve sent pictures, and did a bit of touching. That second one though was always in...un-private areas, so clothes stayed on.

“Did you just tell me you two are doing things in public?” Weiss criticized. At this point, the girl known as Blake Belladonna might as well be a stranger. Weiss didn’t know this person! Her Blake was not this forward. When did they have time for any of this!? Was she not actually reading in the dorm room!!? “Also, I may not have ever slept with a woman, but I’m sure seeing their assets over a screen is less stressful than in my face.

Blake uncovered her face. “Explain Yang walking out the shower naked then?”

“That’s not stress you see, that’s envy. Next time she does it I’m turning the droplets on her into ice, and stop changing the subject!”

Blake threw her arms up, “Having a secret relationship means not having access to our dorms. That actually brings us to the favor I mentioned…”

“No, I will not give you money for a hotel.” Weiss deadpanned.

Blake’s jaw fell open. “Why not!? It doesn’t have to be a suite.”

Weiss rubbed the bridge of her knows as she thinks about her bank account. “No one carries enough cash to pay for a hotel room. Theoretically I could swipe my credit card, but then the bill is now in my purchase history. I do not need to explain in any capacity why I’m staying in a hotel. A person is bound to assume what I’m doing is exactly what you want to do. Nah uh, can’t do it.” Blake put her head down. Weiss couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her. She’s clearly been putting in the effort to sleep with Jaune, for some reason. Well he was...no no, that’s a rabbit hole that could stay closed. “How long do you need with him?” Weiss asked, committed to solving this problem for the sake of already being included.

Blake’s head popped up quickly . “Two, no, three hours. Give or take an extra half hour.”

Weiss blushes, “wh..why so long?”

“Just in case…” Blake mumbled, “Anything could happen.”

“For three hours? What are you, an animal in heat?” It didn’t even take a second for Weiss to realize how fucked up that question was. She placed her hand over Blake’s mouth as her friend's eyes were getting hostile. “Sorry! That was unrelated to anything, honest!”

Blake was kind enough to believe Weiss at her word, but still petty enough to lick the girl’s hand, making her shriek.

“Eeeiiik!!! Blake!”

“Three hours please.”

Weiss sighed, “Fine. Getting Ruby and Yang to stay out of there that long is doable. They always wanna drag me around to do things that will give me ‘culture’ as they put it. How are you gonna handle Jaune?”

“I….good question.”

Yep, definitely doesn’t read the room well. “Blake, just be easy with him. Reassuring words, all that stuff. It’s his first after all.”

Blake was surprised by the advice. “Wow, that’s really sweet of you to care about him like that.”

Weiss crosses her arms and turns away. “I’m doing this for you, not him. And for me. Jaune moping is way worse than when he’s confident. Hmph!”

xxxxx

“Come on Jaune! What’s taking so long?” Blake thought, fidgeting on her bed. A click of the door lock made her jump to her feet as it opened slowly. Jaune’s head peaked into the room, confused.

“Umm hello?”He looked to the right and saw Blake. “Oh, hey. I got your text and Weiss told me to swing by the moment I could. Everything okay?” Jaune walked in completely and shut the door. Something about this felt uncharacteristically serious. Even for Blake.

She took Jaune’s hand and guided him towards her bed to sit. “Okay, how to start this?” She sighed.

“I hope it starts with you telling me this isn’t a break up?” He said, worrying that he was in trouble. “That would be nice.”

Blake rubbed his back and smiled. “Relax, this isn’t that kind of talk. It’s actually...kinda the opposite.”

“The opposite? Like...marriage?” Jaune’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that kind of conversation. “Don’t you think we’re too young for all that?”

Blake’s face turned red. The fact that’s where his mind went was actually pretty sweet. “Sex Jaune. I see how you got there, but I was referring to sex.” Blake mumbled. “Can we talk about it? We keep building up to it, but then you stop.”

His face got red. “I...it’s just…ummm” he couldn’t find the words. If Yang was here then he was sure a cat having his tongue pun would’ve been said. Jaune rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed about wimping out. Speaking only got worse when Blake took it upon herself to straddle his lap. Gods, she was too beautiful. Her eyes left him defenseless. The way her hands slowly ran up his chest and over his shoulders as the smell of lavender wafted over him. “Bl-Blake?”

“I like you.” She suddenly confessed, “I like you for who you are. The things you can do, can’t do, and never have done; I’m okay with all of it. If you’re thinking I’m ranking you to any previous experience, you’re wrong. The only experience I think about with you, is us. Our experiences.” Her right hand pulls his collar away from his neck. The urge to bite her lip is overwhelming as an urge in her core starts to burn. “Let me experience you.” She whispers. Blake leans in and begins kissing his neck. Honestly, she wanted to take things slower for his sake, but all but yearned for Jaune to touch her. So much so that it was a bit dizzying.

Jaune’s body flinched as Blake’s lips grazed his neck, nipping and licking it. “Blake…” Jaune moaned. His mind was still playing catch up, but his body was right on pace. His hands traveled up the feline’s toned legs and squeezed the round ass that rested on his lap, earning him a moan. Blake moved from his neck and captured his lips. Her hands went to his jawline to keep his face close. As if he thought about escaping.

Blake openly moaned as she felt his fingers kneed her ass like dough. She caught him by surprise when she slipped her tongue into his mouth, luring his into her own. Slowly, Blake locked her body back and forth to stir him up. The low groan he let out was a good sign she had done her job. Still, they have gotten this far before. Blake was determined to get further.

Her lips finally freed Jaune. The boy was flushed completely, catching his breath in rhythm with hers. Blake took the opportunity to remove only her blazer, then brought Jaune’s left hand away from her ass and onto her breast. Her fingers overlapped his and pressed down, making him squeeze it gently. “Touch me…” the lust in her voice flowed like a river. The way she felt Jaune’s hand quiver told her that he was still pretty anxious.

Jaune found it within himself to bring both of his hands to the top button of her shirt. A small smile on Blake’s face appeared as she closed her eyes and puffed her chest out a bit more as a sign to go ahead. “Take your time.” She said. Being patient wasn’t Blake’s strongest quality, but with Weiss’s advice in mind, she did her best to contain herself. It was funny. Jaune being nervous was actually making her heart beat faster.

Cool air hit her chest as her shirt was undone, revealing a purple lace bra. Firm hands went around her back. “I can handle the bra if you’re having tr-” a little pop noise was made as her bra strap was undone faster than her shirt. “Trouble…” she finished.

Jaune let out a sheepish chuckle. “Hehe, seven sisters, remember. I’m no stranger to how bras work. They left them everywhere.

“Jaune, you’re like a bag of tricks.” Blake smiled, “I just never know what comes next with you. That being said, I have a good idea that I'll be leading from here.” Blake let her bra fall, making Jaune gasp under his breath. Blake found his reaction to her D sized chest. His face got redder by the second as Blake brought his hands to them.

Jaune refused to speak. He’d hate to ruin the mood right now. He couldn’t believe how soft Blake felt. The way his fingers pressed against her as he massaged each boob. His pointer fingers grazed over her pale, pink nipples made the girl settle more into his lap.

“Mmmm~” Blake moaned, biting her lip from the touch. Jaune took it as a sign to keep going. A wise choice. Blake once again started to buck her hips against what had to be Jaune’s rock hard erection. Even with clothes on, it’s heat reached Blake’s equally hot core. Blake’s hands got busy. She scooted back a bit for them to have enough room to unbuckle Jaune’s pants. Her fingers traced along his lower stomach before dipping below the waistband and wrapping the throbbing erection. Blake leaned forward to capture his tongue yet again as he groaned from the feeling of her nimble fingers stroking his down.

Blake managed to pull his length up and out of his pants completely. She scooted forward again and rubbed his exposed cock against her wet panties. Her clit ground against the shaft. Blake mewled lustfully from Jaune squeezing her breast harder than before. Blake felt her tongue get drawn in and sucked on lightly. Someone was getting excited. The hot precum that ran down her hands only made it easier for Blake to pump faster.

Jaune couldn’t contain his groans and grunts. His hands gripped Blake’s ass again to hold her close. His kiss with her was broken by her going to kiss and bite his neck. “Blake…”

“Sshhh” Blake whispered, “cum for me.” If it wasn’t for her underwear, Jaune’s cock would be sliding up and down her soaked folds right now. The tip pressed against her clit and sent a shiver through Blake’s body that made her grind harder against it. She could tell Jaune was at the end of his rope. His hands gripped her even tighter as Jaune’s throbbing length finally let out a thick white seed that painted Blake’s moist thighs and panties. Blake smiled seductively as she slowed down the roll of her hips, letting him ride out his pleasure and wring out whatever remained inside.

“Blake!” Jaune hissed from the pleasure. Her hands pressed against his rising chest, making him lean back until his forearms had to support his body. Blake dismounted him to stand up for a moment then raised the sides of her soiled skirt, giving Jaune a clear view of the mess he made on the girl.

“Someone’s healthy.” Blake teased, “I wasn’t expecting so much.” Blake’s face became a deep red. Imagining the thought of this load inside her made her weak in all the right ways.

The sight of his and Blake’s arousal slowly trailing down her well toned legs was enough to leave anyone speechless. It didn’t help that her black panties were damp enough to outline the entrance to what Jaune would know to be a very intense experience. And as bad as he wanted it, Jaune couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed by his performance. “Not to kill the mood or sound ungrateful, but cumming alone is a bit… ehhh” was the best way he could describe himself.

Blake playfully rolled her eyes. Boys will be boys. “Well it’s not like we’re finished yet. Besides I literally told you cum. Rest assured I’ll get my moment a bliss before the end of this. Just have a bit of confidence. We’re still foreplaying.”

“I’m not an expert on this but is foreplay always this intense? I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard.” He admitted.

“It varies. Honestly...” Blake looked down at Jaune’s semi-flaccid dick. She slowly walked closer to the bed. Her hand tugged on Jaune’s slacks, prompting him to scoot down a bit more until Blake felt he was close enough. The young woman pulled a bit harder to pull his pants down and of the way of getting ruined. All why never taking her eyes off of him or is cum covered length. “....I like watching how good I make you feel.” She purred, getting excited again.

Jaune has no response to such a confession. Nor could he say anything as she bent over to grab his dick. Just her touching it was enough to make him grow. To get points even further across, Blake’s golden eyes looked right into his eyes as she made him tremble from placing her tongue at the base and lick up; agonizingly slow and deliberate too.

Blake took her time swirling around Jaune to collect the remnants of his load before taking him into her mouth for real. Jaune’s body tensed immediately and hand instinctively went to her head to brace himself as she bobbed up and down. His fingers wrapped around strains of hair, tugging them. Blake purred again with him down her throat and began watching him squirm.

“Blake!” He gasped. The girl only sped. Each time she went lower and lower while her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft. Before Jaune knew it, he was fully erect again and felt like he could cum again if she continued. “Blake! T-Timeout!” He yelled.

Blake gladly stopped. She had proved her point, gotten him hard again, and was pleasantly surprised to learn Jaune wasn’t that bitter in the slightest. Maybe it was his natural scent or something but Blake could see herself getting a bit too into sucking him off. That taste lingered on her and made her body burn up. “Need a break?”

“Not really.” He fibbed, knowing full well a girl who just went down him could probably tell just how into that experience he was. “I just… If I’m coming twice, I’d rather you get some action too.”

“Oh, okay.” Blake’s heart fluttered a bit. He really wanted her to feel good with him. “Then, let’s skip to the fun part.” Blake removed her panties that really should’ve removed earlier, along with the skirt.

Jaune marveled at his beautiful girlfriend who stood before him. Yeah they had sent pictures and sure she’s been topless for several minutes now, but it felt different once everything came off. Her long, beautiful legs went on each side of him, letting him have a full view of a wanting velvet core that hovered above his cock. A thin line of Blake’s arousal made both of teens blush as it dripped onto him. Jaune took his right thumb and pressed against her entrance, rubbing it slowly and watching how it coated his thumb.

“Mmmm~” Blake let out a breath that shook with excitement. Her chest began to rise and fall more distinctly and her back arched ever so slightly as she closed her eyes. “Please don’t fucking team me too long.” She moaned, nudging her hips to gain more friction.

Jaune was mesmerized by the way she acted. He sunk his thumb into her just to watch her crane her neck up and moan again. If he wasn’t excited before, he was now. “You’re so fucking wet…” pushing further in to feel her walls tighten. He kept a slow rhythm when pulling out, just to push right back in.

Blake bit her lip. Her hands ran up his shirt to expose his chest. She had to remember to thank

Pyrrha for putting Jaune through such rigorous training. He was well on his way to being the huntsman he so dearly dreamed of. It was funny but the more Blake thought it about, the more she realized what made her so drawn to him. Even when Jaune lacked experience, he set his sights high. Sure they could be a little too high at times, but you know what? There was something great about that. “I thought I told you not to tease me? I want you to give it to me.” Blake purred. She mustered the resolve to pry Jaune’s hand from her body and took hold of something much bigger and lively. “Ready for a ride? Just relax and let me lead okay?”

Jaune nodded. He watched Blake lower herself without a second thought. His hips instinctively bucked up as he felt the indescribable pleasure of wet, heated walls pulled him in tightly, refusing to let go. Jaune closed his eyes and gripped her waist.

“Feeling good?” Blake shuddered. The feeling of Jaune rubbing her insides so deep made her want to move immediately. Blake put her hands against Jaune’s chest and began rocking her hips. The grip Jaune had on her tightened. A low groan strained from his throat. Blake leaned forward until her breast pressed against him. “It gets better.” Her knees started feeling weak as raised her hips, having Jaune’s dick slid out until the tip remained. Blake then dropped her hips down, slamming his cock back inside of her. Again and again she did that, picking up the speed each time until the sound of her ass smacking against his lap filled the room and rocked the bed. Blake’s body was on autopilot. The feeling of her womb being invaded and walls being grazed, shocked Blake each time Jaune’s dick spearheaded inside of her wanting pussy. “Oh fuck yes…” Blake gasped, licking and biting Jaune’s neck.

The boy was going through it right now. Never had Jaune felt this kind of heat. No amount of foreplay could prepare anybody for this. Each slight movement felt like a jolt of lightning. His mind and body were conflicted. On one hand, Jaune wanted to hold out as long as possible. Yet his hips had other plans. Jaune couldn’t stop himself from timing his movements with Blake’s, thrusting deep into her for even greater pleasure

Blake had no problem with this whatsoever. “Ahhh~ just like that!” Blake encouraged, “You’re so deep...mmmm” the heat between them only grew. Their bodies worked up a sweat and Blake found herself panting more than moaning. Letting Jaune cum once was a good idea. Not only for him to last longer for this moment, but even Blake wasn’t confident her experience would give her an edge against his stamina. High sex drive or not, Blake knew herself well. Satisfying her needs wasn’t as trying as Jaune might think. Especially when she’s topping.

Blake sat up and leaned back a bit. She braced her hands behind her back and began rocking back and forth with Jaune completely inside of her.

Jaune couldn’t take his eyes off of Blake’s body as it grinded on him. The woman’s eyes were shut tight as she focused on the pleasure, while her boobs bounced from each rock. “You’re so beautiful.” He said without thinking. The compliment was heard though, since Blake immediately started going even faster. Jaune let out another groan. He wanted her so bad. Sitting still just wasn’t his style.

Blake’s concentration was broken when she felt strong arms around her lower back. She opened her eyes to see the blonde knight sit up as well. “Jaune?” She said confused. Instead of answering her. Jaune gave her a chaste but strong kiss before his mouth went suck on one of her tits. “Jaune!” She moaned, gripped his hair. Blake arched her back as she felt him lick and suck it, while groping the other one. The assault on her body only intensified when his remaining free hand fell to her ass to squeeze it while she continued to fuck herself on his dick until her mind felt foggy. “This is...too much!” Her hand clung to him. “And you were worried!?” She asked knowing he couldn’t speak right now.

Jaune might’ve been happy by the question if he wasn’t too busy fighting off his fast approaching orgasm. It was crazy Blake was the one saying he was doing too much. Her scent, the way her body pressed against his, the sounds that escaped her beautiful lips, and the way she moved her hips. As if she was trying to milk everything out of him all at once. Every part of her wax too much yet Jaune could only want more, surrendering to the embrace of her soaked walls. Jaune gasped for air. “Blake, I….I can’t...”

Words were beyond him. All he could do was buck in between Blake’s legs.

A seductive smile grew on her face as she went faster. “That’s right, fuck me just like this….and cum. Blake leaned into his, “Hard…”

A slave to her voice, Jaune obeyed Blake’s words without fail. He could only manage several more intoxicating moments before the urge to cum was too strong to deny. Jaune held her close and kept her there; shooting ropes white inside her.

Blake felt Jaune bite down on her shoulder as he filled her deep. All the rough touches and spasms was more than enough to push her over the edge. “Shit…” she said with a shrill voice. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body and Blake buried her face in the crook of neck. Blake tried resisting but her nails dug into his back as her orgasm finally hit. Every muscle in her body tensed up. Her toes curled and she could feel Jaune throbbing inside her as her body tried taking everything the boy had to give.

Neither could speak. They could only cling to each other for what felt like forever before the waves of pleasures finally subsided. Blake was the first to loosen her grip. The girl's limbs released tension and she had zero desire to move an inch. It was only when Jaune went to tilt her head up by her chin that the two looked at each other with a mix of gratification and exhaustion. Blake positioned his hand for her head to rest in, purring at the feel of his touch.

Jaune let out at chuckle. He fell backwards onto the bed with Blake following him down. The girl laid on top of him and continued purring.

“Yeah I don’t see what you were worried about.” She said, teasingly.

“Hey, when Blake Belladonna says she wants to have her way with you, panic sets in. So, good time?”

Blake flicked his forward. “You have me laying on top of you naked and purring.”

“Yeah, fair point. Phew, well that’s good. I like making you happy.”

Blake blushed as she felt his arms hold her gently. “Hmm well looks like you’ve given me a new experience after all.”

“What, cuddling after sex?”

“Mmmhmmm.” Blake hummed, “No time to cuddle when you’re you know, working in a cult. Luxuries like that don’t exist.”

Jaune smirked, “Gee, I never would’ve guessed.” Blake pinched him for that sarcastic remark. Not that it actually did anything. “Well I’m happy to be your first post sex cuddle experience. Though it’s a little risky isn’t it?”

“We have like three hours before anyone shows up. It’s fine.”

“Not exactly the issue I had in mind but good to know.”

Blake’s eyelids felt heavy. That was until the feeling of Jaune’s hands on her butt shocked her away. The feeling of him swelling inside her again made her shudder. Stamina was dangerous. “Please, fifteen minutes. We have like three hours.” She groaned. “Then I’ll have you screaming all over again.”

“Fine by me, but this time I’m getting you off at least twice. Two to one just isn’t fair. I want you just as pleased as me.”

Looking back on things, Blake mentally retracted her statement about boys and their pride. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. “I’ll hold you to that.” Blake closed her eyes and got some rest.

xxxx

“We’re back!” Yang shouted as she walked in with her two teammates. She looked over to see Blake chillin on her bed reading in her sleeping clothes. “Gee if it wasn't for your clothes then I would’ve believed you actually sat there and read the entire time. I’m surprised you haven’t finished all of your books.”

“I’m a slow reader.” Blake blatantly lied. “I did finish a couple of times, books I mean.” Her eyes looked up from the pages to see Weiss staring at her in voiceless disbelief. She wiggled her eyebrows, making Weiss turn red.

The heiress turned around and walked out the room.

“Weiss, where are you going?” Ruby asked.

The Schnee sighed and kept walking. “A place that makes sense.”

Ruby didn’t know what that meant she looked at Yang who shrugged, then to Blake who masterfully controlled her laughter. “Huh, I guess Blake reading slowly through her for a loop?”

It was impossible for Blake not to place her book over her face and smile behind it. “Never change Ruby.” She muttered, “Never change.”

#rwby #blake belladonna #jaune arc #rwby knightshade #weiss schnee #ruby rose #yang xiao long

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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Fortune Cookies {ObaMitsu}

A/N: okay this started out as a decent idea but i’m not super happy with how it turned out. I just needed some obamitsu content and i think it ended up a bit too forced but oh well, i don’t have the energy to rewrite it lol. I also started this like two months ago and dropped it for a bit, so it’s pretty rough,,, Anyways, hope you guys wanted some demon slayer content cuz i sure as hell did. Enjoy! (also pardon the editing skills in the picture, i’m still figuring out editing and panel coloring)

Summary: Obanai and Mitsuri are out at a restaurant when Mitsuri gets them some fortune cookies. Obanai refuses to tell her what was on his, and Mitsuri intends to get it out of him no matter what.

Word Count: 2.6k (under the cut)

“Ah, this is delicious!” Mitsuri exclaimed after taking another bite of her food, a bright smile on her face. Obanai looked at her from where he sat next to her, a small smile growing on his lips, though it was hidden by his face covering.

“I’m glad you enjoy it, Kanroji,” He said softly, pushing another plate of food towards her. “Please, have as much as you like.”

Mitsuri nodded eagerly, mouth full. She had always been embarrassed about her eating habits until she met Obanai, who was open about everything with her and made her feel safe and content.

“Do you want some as well, Iguro?”

Obanai shook his head, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming. “I’m content just sitting here with you.”

Mitsuri blushed faintly at his words but nodded, reaching again for a new plate of food as she continued to eat.

They continued like that for a while, Mitsuri gabbing about her pet rabbit or the other pillars while Obanai listened intently, taking in her every word. He was always entranced by her, no matter how simple a task she was doing, and he loved to listen to her voice, ringing through his ears like soft bells.

“You haven’t eaten at all today, Iguro! Here, have some of this! Say aaah~”

“Ah, I’m alright Kanroji, thank you though,” he said softly, holding up a hand to the food Mitsuri held close to his face, blushing. Mitsuri pouted, but quickly changed back to a smile and ate the food instead, letting out a satisfied sigh before turning to Obanai.

“That was really delicious Iguro, thank you for treating me!”

Obanai nodded, standing up with Mitsuri as they began to walk out of the restaurant together. Mitsuri looked towards the front desk of the restaurant, seeing a bowl of fortune cookies that sat in front.

“Ah! Iguro, would you like a fortune cookie? I’ve heard they’re very accurate with their fortunes!” Mitsuri said, clapping her hands together.

“If you’d like one feel free to take one, Kanroji,” Obanai said simply, opening the door to the restaurant, ready to leave.

“I’ll grab one for you!”

“Ah, you don’t have to-”

Mitsuri was already excitedly reaching into the bowl, grabbing a fortune cookie for both her and Obanai. She handed one to Obanai, who took it gingerly from her hands. They walked out of the restaurant and Mitsuri immediately opened hers.

“‘A lifetime of happiness awaits you.’ Ahh, how wonderful! Iguro, what does yours say?”

Obanai hesitantly lifted up his fortune cookie, cracking it open. He pulled out the thin sheet of paper from the cookie, staring at the words as his face practically lit on fire with a blush as he crumpled it in his hands, stuffing it in his pocket.

“Here, you can have the cookie, Kanroji,” He said quickly, handing the cookie part to Mitsuri who held it gently, looking at Obanai and noticing his bright red face.

“What did it say, Iguro?”

“N-Nothing,” He stuttered, surprising Mitsuri. She didn’t say anything as they walked down the road of the town, curiosity nagging at Mitsuri.

“Iguro, what did your fortune cookie say?”

Obanai’s face went slightly pink again and he averted his gaze, staring at the ground as he walked a tad bit faster.

“It wasn’t important,” He said quickly, Mitsuri speeding up her pace to keep up with Obanai. They reached the outskirts of the town quickly at that pace, and Mitsuri pouted.

“Igurooo, I wanna know!” She whined, speeding up a bit more to walk in front of Obanai. He stopped, the blush on his face rather apparent now as he turned, walking back to the town as Mitsuri whined again, reaching out to grab Obanai’s arm, but missing and instead grabbing his side.

Obanai gasped, jumping away from Mitsuri, immediately reaching to cover his side as Mitsuri stared at him, slightly baffled at his reaction. She slowly put two and two together and her face lit up with excitement as Obanai cringed in fear.

“Are you ticklish!?”

“N-No! I mean, that’d be silly. A Hashira, ticklish? Absurd. You only startled me is all.”

Mitsuri grinned, knowing easily that Obanai was lying. She knew that man like the back of her hand considering their closeness, he wouldn’t be able to get away with lying to her.

Mitsuri nodded softly. “Alright, I startled you, sorry about that!”

Obanai nodded, his face still slightly pink as ideas swarmed in Mitsuri’s head. This might be a good way to get him to tell her what was on the fortune cookie…

Mitsuri would need to wait for the right moment though, because Obanai was quick and always had his guard up. Mitsuri smiled sweetly when Obanai glanced at her, quickly turning his head and continuing to walk down the path with her.

They eventually arrived at the Butterfly Estate, where they had been planning to meet Shinobu before heading out on a mission together. Mitsuri figured this would be the perfect opportunity to finally get what she wanted out of Obanai.

They walked inside, waiting in the front room for Shinobu who was still checking in on some patients. Obanai scratched Kaburamaru’s chin and looked around the room that Shinobu had them waiting in. Misturi scooted closer to Obanai, glancing over at him without turning her head. Obanai glanced at her as well, quickly turning his attention back to Kaburamaru who kept nudging his cheek for more chin scratches.

“Hey, Iguro,” Mitsuri started, leaning forward slightly to look at Obanai.

“Yes, Kanroji?”

“I really want to know what your fortune cookie said.”

Obanai sent her a soft glare and sighed, shaking his head.

“I already told you that it’s nothing, kindly drop the subject.”

Mitsuri shook her head, scooting closer to Obanai who backed away slightly.

“If you don’t tell me I’ll make you,” She threatened, grinning as she raised her hands. Obanai immediately caught wind of what was going on, remembering earlier, and jumped up and bolted.

He was quick, but Mitsuri was quicker, grabbing his wrist easily and pulling him back into a hug with her insane physical strength. She pulled a bit too hard, though, and they both went tumbling down, causing a huge ruckus in the room.

“Kanroji! Stop this!” Obanai yelled, struggling in Mitsuri’s ridiculously strong grip. She shook her head. She and Obanai were currently rolling around on the floor, Obanai trying to escape the arm Mitsuri held him in. They looked quite ridiculous, and Obanai was beyond embarrassed being this close to Mitsuri, especially with her practically pressed up against him.

Mitsuri was also slightly flustered, but she quickly enacted her plan, pressing her free hand to a wriggling Obanai’s side, giving it a squeeze as he gasped, immediately slapping a hand over his masked mouth.

“I’ll give you one more chance, Iguro - What was on the fortune cookie?”

“I-It’s nothing. Kanroji, please, don’t do this,” He said, trying to keep his voice level. Mitsuri shook her head, immediately scribbling her fingers around Obanai’s side, making him roll around again as he huffed.

“K-Kanroji, I’m sehe-serious! This isn’t funny!” Obanai said, trying to hide his laughter. Mitsuri grinned, pushing Obanai down onto his back, quickly sitting on top of him before he could get away.

Obanai blushed several shades of red as he looked up at Mitsuri, quickly shaking his head.

“Don’t,” He said, a hint of desperation in his voice. Mitsuri only wiggled her fingers, slowly lowering them down until they made contact with Obanai’s tummy. He held his breath and shut his eyes, waiting for the horrible sensations to start…

They didn’t. He cracked open his eye to look up at Mitsuri, who smiled sweetly. Was she going to let him off the hook?

No sooner had he thought that did he feel Mitsuri’s hands immediately start to scribble up and down his tummy, Obanai quickly slapping a hand over his clothed mouth as he held his breath, trying desperately not to laugh.

“K-Kanroji,” He muttered, inhaling sharply when Mitsuri tweaked his side. She hummed, focused on getting Obanai to laugh as he struggled to keep himself from even chuckling beneath her.

“Just tell me what was on the cookie and I’ll stop, m’kay?” She said sweetly, skittering her fingers across his ribs as he gasped, biting his lip now to keep himself from laughing as he huffed softly.

“I-It was nothing,” Obanai managed to get out, a quiet squeak escaping his lips when Mitsuri poked his upper ribs. Mitsuri raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“Kanroji, you’re being - you’re being ridiculous,” Obanai sputtered, huffing out a short breath of laughter as Mitsuri grazed over his underarms, immediately making him clamp down his arms.

“Hehe, I’m - I’m serious, Kanrohoji,” He giggled softly, and Mitsuri beamed.

“You’re giggling! Come on, I want to hear more!”

The gentle tickles that Mitsuri had been performing before halted, and were immediately replaced with rougher tickles that caught Obanai by surprise. His chuckles escalated, and he quickly went to put his hand over his mouth again, only for Mitsuri to grab his wrist and pin it next to his head.

“Nuh-uh! Tell me what was on the fortune cookie and I might stop before I really get you laughing,” She said, giggling as Obanai writhed underneath her, desperate not to make any noise as Mitsuri deeply prodded his sensitive ribs. She trailed her fingers up, twirling them around Obanai’s underarm, making him gasp and squeeze his eyes shut as he tried to keep his laughter in.

“Kaha - Kanroji,” He huffed, trying to hold his laughter in.

Mitsuri chuckled, dragging down Obanai’s upper arm down to the hollow of his underarm excruciatingly slowly, teasing him as he shook with withheld laughter.

“Stop holding back already, you’re gonna pop like a balloon if you keep that up,” She teased, starting to scribble her fingers under his arm.

Obanai continued to struggle to hold his laughter in as Mitsuri egged him on, trying to get him to break. He figured if he held out just a little bit longer that she would get bored and give up, there was only so much her attention span could handle.

She sighed as she scribbled all over his tummy, poking and prodding at it as Obanai continued to shake with quiet laughter, managing to keep it from Mitsuri who was indeed growing bored.

“I can tell you’re ticklish, why won’t you just laugh?” She whined, tweaking Obanai’s hip experimentally. He jumped, yelping as Mitsuri lit up, noticing how different his reaction had been compared to the other spots she had tried. Obanai looked at her fearfully.

“Kanroji, don’t you dare,” Obanai tried to sound threatening, but when Mitsuri squeezed his hip again and he squeaked, his previous threat was lost in the wind.

Mitsuri immediately dug her thumb into his hip bone and kneaded them, Obanai squirming around wildly beneath her as he grabbed onto her wrists, trying to peel them off.

“K-Kahahahanroji! Stop it!” He laughed breathily, making Mitsuri positively radiate joy as she listened to his laughter.

“Your laugh is so cute! Ah, I’m so glad I got to hear it!”

Obanai blushed madly. He wasn’t expecting her to tickle him in the first place, let alone find the one spot that got him laughing like a small child. The gods were not on his side today, and he could definitely tell there was no getting out of this.

He was worried, despite his laugh being relatively quiet, that Shinobu would hear in the next room as she took care of patients. He could handle Mitsuri knowing about this, he trusted her, but none of the other Hashira would be allowed to live if they found out.

“Just tell me what was on that fortune cookie and I’ll stop right away, I promise!” Mitsuri quipped, one hand still squeezing his hip as her other hand ran back up to his ribs, poking between each one as Obanai jolted.

“I-I cahahahahan’t! Kanroji, stohohohohop!”

“Yes you can! Just tell me what it said!”

Obanai shook his head and Mitsuri pouted.

“Time to see just how ticklish you are then!”

“Nohohohoho!”

Kaburamaru had slithered away from Obanai long before the tickling had started, but the small snake was intrigued by the reactions of its owner. He slithered over and flicked his tongue at Obanai, watching as Obanai squirmed wildly and cackled.

“K-Kaburamahahahahahaharu! Hehehehelp!”

Kaburamaru looked up at Mitsuri, who was laser focused on tickling Obanai, and the small snake slithered over to her leg and nudged her.

She turned to look at the white snake, who was currently headbutting her knee. She thought it was cute that Kaburamaru had so much compassion, and ceased her tickling for a moment to pick up the small creature and give it a quick peck.

Kaburamaru wriggled around excitedly, slithering out of Mitsuri’s hands and flicking its tongue again at Obanai, making him giggle and swat at the small animal.

Mitsuri laughed at the two happily, placing her hands back on Obanai’s hips as she looked down at him, waiting for him to catch his breath.

“Do you wanna tell me what was on the fortune cookie?”

Obanai flushed, but decided that telling her what it said would be better than suffering through any more of that cruel tickle torture and risking Shinobu walking in on the two.

“It said… It’s time to tell them how you feel,” Obanai said, his face now bright red.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Mitsuri started, though suddenly a pang of sadness hurt her chest. What if it wasn’t her…?

“You should… tell them,” Mitsuri said slowly, Obanai sitting up and looking at Mitsuri, who looked down. Obanai instantly picked up on the drop in her mood.

“Kanroji,” Obanai started, leaning towards Mitsuri. She looked up at Obanai, only to be surprised as Obanai lowered his mask and pressed his lips gently against hers. She was taken aback by the sudden kiss, but her defenses slowly melted as she shut her eyes, reaching her hands up to hold Obanai’s face.

They pulled away eventually and Obanai put his mask back up, turning away from her, bright red as she stared at him, her own face turning bright red as she processed what had just happened.

“I-Iguro,” She said softly, lowering her hands as Obanai glanced at her.

“Do you feel the same, Kanroji?”

Mitsuri could barely contain her emotions, and she quickly hugged Obanai, nodding her head vigorously as Obanai slowly hugged her back.

“Yes, of course I do! I’ve felt the same since the day I met you! You’ve been so sweet, so kind… I love you,” She said, whispering the last bit. Obanai smiled softly under his mask, squeezing Mitsuri tightly as they embraced for several moments, happy for their feelings to finally be spoken.

“Ara ara~ What do we have here?”

Obanai and Mitsuri froze, and Obanai stared up at Shinobu who grinned smugly at the two of them. Mitsuri quickly let go of Obanai and spun around, shaking her hands in front of her, face bright red from embarrassment.

“K-Kochou! Uhm, hello! We were just - uhmm,” Mitsuri floundered, quickly realizing she was still sitting on Obanai and quickly jumped up, blushing madly.

“We were just waiting for you,” Obanai said calmly, standing up as well, picking up Kaburamaru and settling him back on his shoulders as Shinobu continued to smile at the two of them, clearly knowing what was going on.

“Took you two long enough. Anyways, it’s about time we headed out, isn’t it? Let’s go,” She said, winking at them as she turned. Obanai’s face burned, though Mitsuri didn’t seem to catch onto what Shinobu had said.

Obanai laced his fingers with Mitsuri’s glancing at her. “Are you ready?”

She blushed at the sudden contact, but nodded, smiling eagerly.

“Ready!”

#obamitsu #obanai #mitsuri #demon slayer #tickle fic

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kris-p-banana-bread · 3 years

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Here DOAFP fandom, have some organic, locally-sourced, home-grown pain. This is basically just me, a scarred older sibling, projecting on Bobby, another scarred older sibling. I really reached into my post-loss psyche for this, so I hope you enjoy the headcanons and meta (AKA I hope you shed at least one tear).

It won’t let me link it here so the post that inspired this is under the read more at the bottom ✨

- When I first watched doafp, I couldn't understand Elena's aversion to Sam becoming a prominent figure in her mom's and her life. Now I understand it almost too perfectly. There was never supposed to be someone after Robert. He and Gabi were deeply in love and happy. Robert was it; he was the first and true love of Gabi's life. Sam showing up probably felt like a huge and utterly disrespectful slap in the face of Robert's memory, because he wasn't even supposed to be there. I don't know if that's as eloquent as I wish it was, or if it makes sense, and it probably sounds really mean to Sam, but it's not even really about him. It was always supposed to be Robert; Sam hasn’t earned the right to be apart of or associated with her family

- After Robert dies, Gabi and Bobby make it a habit to find and keep photos and recordings/videos of Robert, even if the latter only has him saying one sentence. They won't make Elena join them for the search, but after they find some of those old audios of Robert, they'll sometimes play them back for little Elena

- Bobby put up the keep out sign (I credit this to a few other blogs for discussing this tho) because that's where he would cry sometimes. He actually used to be pretty close with Elena, but after he put up that sign and started distancing himself from them a bit so they wouldn't see the times he cracked, he got a little more short and jaded with her. It's that, plus just growing into a teenager and stuff. And I'm not saying that he and Elena have a bad relationship, but he's become more snappy and has more walls up than he used to

- Sometimes Elena feels bad because she doesn't always remember her dad's voice. She was pretty young when he died, so even though she recalls it a bit, and the recordings help, it's been a while since she's talked to him in person, so of course she doesn't quite remember what it's like to actually talk to Robert and she's forgotten some of his mannerisms. She likes to think she's all done (she marked the stages down in her grief journal after all) but grief isn't linear or all that rational, so it hits her hard sometimes

- I keep reading as an action close to my heart because that's a strong bond me and my mom shared. She would rec books to me, and we would joke and talk about them, or she would hint to some future event and then refuse to tell me until I caught up to that part. So Elena and Bobby do something similar in their grief. Elena has writing and words, because that's something Robert loved if I remember correctly (but if I’m not and that’s not canon, then I now declare it so) and Bobby has tennis. But besides tennis (I sent a couple anons to @freshlybakedfandoms about it but I'm not sure where she went) Bobby also was taught to play guitar by Robert (I liken it to Devi Vishwakumar and her harp) so when he misses his dad or is just sad, he'll take out his dad's old acoustic and strum

- (This next one is something I also think a lot about so this is pretty much 98% projection) Bobby thinks sometimes about the fact that he was never able to come out to his dad. He hadn't really started growing into that part of himself yet, and he never got to show it to his father. He wonders what he would have thought of him. Would he be angry? Would he dismiss him and say it was just a phase? Bobby didn't think so, but a little part of him insisted that you could never be too sure. After he comes out, Gabi and Cami assure him that Robert would've been so proud of him and would've loved him regardless (Since we know virtually nothing about him, I maintain that Robert was one of those dads who teases their kid relentlessly about their crushes and I think he would've done that with Bobby and eventually Elena)

- When Elena's quince rolls around (if she chooses to have one of course), Sam dances with her during the father-daughter dance. A part of her still hurts, still aches and wishes that Robert were dancing with her too; still knows on some fundamental level that he and Gabi had planned for this day, but he had simply never made it. But she's known Sam long enough that she feels comfortable here. Nobody can replace Robert, but Sam is her family, and it feels right like this.

- I might do some more research and deliberate, but for the moment I'm saying that Robert had cancer, I’m thinking along the lines of colon. My mom was terminal, but idk if I should make Robert terminal? Maybe towards the end. Or maybe he was diagnosed as incurable early on but Gabi kept it from the kids because, tbh, being told your parent is balancing on that kind of edge is traumatic for them. So anyways, I’m going on that assumption for this last point, and I’ll see if I can recover some of my old knowledge and talk about technical stuff later if anybody would like to hear it

- Elena and Bobby were both pretty young. Bobby understood about PET scans and tests somewhat, and knew generally what different answers from doctors meant. Elena mainly just understood what was happening by reading her parents' and brother's expressions when getting lab results in from the doctor. They both remember on some level what it was like when Gabi would leave the kids with Cami and take Robert out to the car (later she would have to help him) and they would all feel like they were holding their breath until they got back and confirmed that everything was ok (and later, the little shocks of fear when the answers were no longer as positive and there was more apprehension and risks. After all, cancer doesn’t deal in absolutes)

- Bobby can still remember Robert when he had to stop walking around a lot. He still remembers the phone call that Cami got from his mom, saying that something had gone wrong, and if this last treatment didn’t work, he wouldn’t have much time before he passed. Still remembers Cami rushing into a room when she got that call, and trying to hide what was happening until Gabi could get home and explain it; but Bobby was a sharp kid believe it or not. He heard about the treatment, heard Cami crying. He still had hope... but when Robert came home in a gurney, when he could barely stay awake sometimes, when his voice was quiet and his skin was a little jaundiced, Bobby felt incredibly empty. But Robert always had a smile for his wife and his beautiful kids, even if it was small and very tired, his eyes still crinkled the same. He always had a smile; right up until they had to say goodnight and get some sleep one night. And then... he passed.

- After he passed, the Cañero-Reeds needed help, and a lot of Gabi’s coworkers would bring food or materials if they were running low. Cami and Danielle would babysit and would distract the kids when Gabi needed a good cry.

- Like you’d imagine, and because of what is sort of implied in canon and in my own head, the kids dealt with it in different ways. Bobby put up that sign, and withdrew. He wasn’t awful, but his patience with certain people got a bit shorter and he was a bit quieter. And he was a really good helper when he had the energy and he cared deeply, but he would sometimes get physically and emotionally exhausted after helping Gabi/Elena/Cami/anybody else with something and would go into his room or mentally tap out to recharge. He took comfort in things that seemed natural and that he sometimes took for granted before, like video games and skateboarding (hehe bobby skateboards. Anybody second me on this?) and clothes etc... and other stuff. A lot of materialistic things or experiences that he would skip out on before. But they bring normalcy back to his life now so he loves them for that.

- Bobby doesn’t wanna think about big themes or anything anymore, which I can’t remember but I think it was Vi (freshlybakedfandoms, again, idk where she is and I hope she’s ok) who said he was a math and science person and I think that as much as that could transfer over to those subjects as well, it’s much harder to avoid existential and emotional themes in English and History class and Bobby doesn’t like it as much as Elena does for that reason. He had to live with the back and forth of his dad’s treatments and tests, so math and science is comforting because it’s more concrete (There could be a million arguments for why he would distrust math and science because of his dad’s passing though, I realize) Ultimately, though, it reminds him of Robert too much.

- On the other hand, after a period of shock and confusion, Elena threw herself into new things. First it was a grief journal, to make sure she was going through the motions. Then she read a lot, and when she felt too alone or like she wasn’t doing enough, like she was stagnant, she’d just find something to focus and persevere on again. That feels like her personality type to me; something is wrong so let’s fix it right away. But that could also transfer sort of negatively into “Something feels off or I’m very sad, let’s get this thing done and be productive so we can put off having to confront that but at least we get work out of it” but I could be entirely wrong (this is based off some of my family members and how they dealt with the loss.) And Elena throws herself into history and english because her dad loved it, and she wants to remember more of him. Because she believes words have power and history is a lesson and that’s incredibly interesting for her

#bear talks #doafp #robert cañero reed #bobby cañero reed #gabi cañero reed #elena cañero reed #camila doafp #sam faber #fun times #sorry?#I can write a cute fluffy fic to make up for it #i cri #also sorry if I made these a bit too much about bobby #I just relate to him as the older sibling #I added some more so if it got out of hand I’m sorry #tell me and I can make it neater #my meticulousness might just make myself do that on my own tho

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Who’s Gonna Love You Like Me? [Brother’s Best Friend!Calum AU] Part 2

A/N: i couldn’t stop myself so uhhh here’s part 2 hehe as i said in the last part, none of this writing would be possible without @bigheadbabybitch hehe happy reading!!

Previous Part: Part 1

Somehow, his eyes always found her. Even in the dark of the club, colored strobe lights flickering to the beat of the deafening music, Calum easily recognized Josie’s approaching figure as she walked up with her arm linked with Luke’s. Calum paused with the glass of his whiskey halfway to his mouth, eyes drinking in the sight of her and the baby pink dress that clung to her skin and left little to the imagination due to the deep V cut down the chest. His grip on the glass tightened, throat drying as he watched the smile light up Josie’s face as she greeted the group they were with, blonde hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders, looking soft enough to make him want to run his fingers through.

Calum’s eyes caught on her legs and lingered, finding it physically painful to not make a guttural sound of enjoyment. He would have allowed himself to stare for a moment longer, to take in her smooth cream colored legs if it hadn’t been for Luke approaching. Shaking away his distracting thoughts, Calum stood up and clasped his hand on Luke’s back, greeting him. The smile he had mustered up probably looked more like a grimace. He knew it to be true because his eyes had already shifted back to Josie and his face fell slightly. Why did he keep staring at her? Her entire presence was magnetic, always tugging him closer.

How could he possibly look away when the gold choker so daintily wrapped around her neck the way he—No. Nope. He would not think about this. He refused to think about this. He refused to think about her, or the way her dress exposed those collarbones and sternum, or how her soft skin seemed to glitter under the rays of blue and purple lights and—Fuck. Why was this so damn difficult? Why couldn’t he just stop?

He had to, especially when Luke sat down on the available seat diagonal of him and would pick up on the way Calum couldn’t seem to stop staring at his sister. Suddenly, his emptying glass of whiskey was more interesting, allowing himself another sip.

“Hey, sorry we’re late,” Josie apologized, and Calum blinked as he looked up at her. He hadn’t noticed that she’d moved to stand right over him on the couch, but her attention was on Crystal, who sat to Calum’s right. He bit the inside of his lips when Josie leaned over his seated figure to grab Crystal’s hand, pursing his mouth as he purposefully dropped his gaze to his glass once more in order to avert from looking in the exposed cut of her dress. It was too tempting. “I had to stay until after closing.”

“It’s fine,” Crystal laughed and Calum clenched his jaw when she scooted away from him, creating some space as she patted it, grinning up at Josie. “Sit! I’ll pour you a drink.”

Calum looked down at the empty space before his gaze flashed up, eyes instantly meeting Josie’s. She pursed her lips, chest sinking with a silent breath she expelled before forcing the awkward smile back on her face, one which Calum swallowed down the lump in his throat to return just as awkwardly, as she reluctantly sat down. It wasn’t too tight of a fit, but it still meant for them to be pressed together, and Calum’s stomach churned at the feel of her side pressed into his.

He straightened where he sat, suddenly feeling as though his leather jacket was a bit too tight. He forced his nerves to calm, but was fruitless when his nose caught a whiff of a familiar strawberry scent. The same strawberry scent that had been on his tongue. . . Fuck. Shit, damn it. Stop thinking about it.

Calum’s throat tightened as Josie took the glass Crystal offered her after pouring her a drink. He snapped his head in Ashton’s direction, who had been sitting to his left, and figured that whatever conversation he was having with Crystal’s mutual friends would be better to tune into. He wasn’t familiar with either of them, but he decided that the subject of The Bachelorette would be a better distraction than Josie’s warm thigh pressed up against his, and the fact that she was still annoyed with him.

He hadn’t missed the way she didn’t greet him, playing it off as accidentally forgetting to do so in the chaotic atmosphere of the bustling club. He wanted to roll his eyes, despite knowing he was somewhat at fault. He contemplated whether or not he should say something. But Calum thought against it, trying not to think of the way their heads were turned away from one another, purposefully keeping conversations with others as a way of keeping their distance.

Even if the heat of their bodies seeped through their clothes and settled in their skin.

Was it all in his head? Calum downed a small glass of whiskey, letting the dull burn get caught in his throat when Josie shifted closer to him, bare thigh pressing into his jean clad one. He could feel her warm skin his through the thick material of the denim. Whether Josie was aware of it or not, she didn’t show, and it only had Calum reaching for the whiskey bottle to refill his glass, hoping the warmth of liquor would overpower the warmth of her body.

Soon enough, everyone was in the mood to get lost in the buzzing dance floor after someone dropped a comment about the DJ playing tracks that were too good not to dance to. Calum would’ve much rather remained seated on the couch, but the entire group they were with had gotten up, save for a couple he wasn’t familiar with. It didn’t help that Luke pulled him off the couch and said, “Come on, let’s get more drinks.” Their table was running empty, and apparently Luke wasn’t patient enough to wait for more bottles to be brought out.

They made their way towards the bar, and how had Calum missed Josie being right with them? He watched her lean forward on the bar, diagonal of him, Luke on his other side as she allowed for her gaze to lock with Calum’s. In the flashing lights of the club, he couldn’t quite get a read on her face, wasn’t too sure what she was thinking—how could he be, when his own thoughts were jumbled? There was a twisting in his stomach, being in the presence of both her and Luke, and Calum wondered if Josie felt as alarmed as he did. Wondered if she also felt that if Luke looked at them a bit too long, he would figure it out.

Drinking probably wouldn’t help his paranoia, yet Calum didn’t protest when Luke ordered a round of Fireball shots from the bartender.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Josie instantly denied, shaking her head vigorously as a grimace replaced her soft features. Her hand waved in the opposite direction as her head, her dancing earrings bobbing from side to side. She stared pointedly at her brother as she raised her glass to finish off the drink she already had. “I can’t drink that—it fucks me up.”

It was when her guilt ridden eyes met his, if only for a split second, that it clicked in Calum’s head. He recalled the last time he had ordered that particular drink. The bitter cinnamon taste that burned his throat that had become a catalyst that night. Cinnamon with a hint of strawberry on his tongue when he—Suddenly he felt his own skin prick with goosebumps at the vivid memory, and despite his racing heart, scoffed with a wicked smirk, “I agree.”

He hadn’t meant to sound patronizing when he said it, and frankly, Calum figured he’d done a good job in covering it up because Luke merely laughed and didn’t bother canceling the order. But Calum’s gaze flickered up to Josie, who definitely heard the implication in the two words he’d spoken, if the way she’d all but choked on her sip was anything to go by.

Josie coughed, back of her hand covering her mouth as from the other side of Calum, Luke’s eyebrows shot up as he asked, “Jesus—you good?”

Calum fought the urge to reach over and rub Josie’s back as she coughed, nodding reassuringly at her brother as she answered, “Yeah.” Her voice was just barely lost over the music playing. She gestured towards her throat, lamely adding, “Went down the wrong way.”

Luke nodded once he was convinced she wasn’t about to choke to death, leaning closer to listen to what Ashton was telling him. Calum, though, caught Josie’s eyes narrowing into a glare at him, a silent annoyance because of his not-so-innocent answer. No one else may have picked up on it, but it was loud and clear to Josie. Just like Calum had hoped. Why he decided to fuck with her just then, he didn’t know. Probably because it served as a minor distraction to the anxieties that swirled in his head.

She wasn’t too happy about it. Calum didn’t entirely care.

The round of shots were placed in front of them, and despite poking fun at Josie’s reaction at the drink of choice, Calum felt a cold sweat drip down his spine as he beheld the all too familiar liquor being lined up in front of him. The memories revolving around this drink of choice had been the same memories that were currently plaguing his mind. Calum noted Josie’s hesitance as she reached for a glass with a slight shakiness of her hand, eyes meeting his. The flashing lights did little to hide the gulp she swallowed, wariness settling into her features.

When Calum remained to be the last one to pick up the glass, Luke nudged him. “Come on, Cal. Take a shot with us.”

He hid his hesitance with a quick grin, offering a tilt of his head as he licked his lips and reached for the remaining glass. “This is exactly how you end up in someone else’s bed.”

Josie was either going to run away or kill him. Calum couldn’t tell which, but judging by the look she was sending his way upon hearing his words over the sound of Post Malone’s music playing, she didn’t appreciate his comment. Calum bit the corner of his lip, the glass held carefully by his fingers, reading Josie’s expression as she silently demanded what the hell he was doing, a warning set in the purse of her lips. Honestly, Calum didn’t know. Distracting himself by bringing up the very situation he was trying to forget about was redundant, to say the least.

He answered her by a subtle shrug and he saw the way her throat worked, attempting to swallow down the nerves he was only bringing up. His own comment was accompanied by a smirk as the boys laughed, enthusiastic in their own agreements, while the heat of Josie’s gaze burned into Calum’s face. Her anger with him was growing, he could feel it in the narrowing of her eyes, looking more annoyed than anxious. Good. He’d rather acknowledge the frustration then let the nerves eat him alive.

So he widened his smirk, quirking an eyebrow at Josie as he coolly asked, “Wouldn’t you agree, Jos?”

There was a presence of a thrill of knowingly trekking into dangerous territory, and Calum’s eyes remained on Josie’s incredulous ones as no one gave her any time to answer, shot glasses clinking together before everyone was pounding back the drink. The cinnamon tasting whiskey burned down his throat familiarly, the taste imbedded in his mind that he would be hard pressed to forget, a breath escaping his parted lips as he put down the glass and caught Josie rolling her lips into her mouth.

And then she smiled, a shadow of a dimple appearing on her cheek as the purple and blue lights splashed across her, and Josie folded her arms on top of the bar and leaned forward. Calum kept his gaze trained on her face, refusing to let himself look down, to stare exactly where she wanted him to. That fucking dress. Her smile was sickly sweet, as was her voice as she said over the music, “Maybe if you’re lucky, you drink enough to forget all about it in the morning.”

Who was she trying to fool? Maybe everyone else, but definitely not him. Calum knew better. Next to him, Luke snorted, raising an eyebrow at his sister as he asked teasingly, “Who’re you trying to forget?”

His heart may have stopped for a moment, stomach clenching, but Calum refused to let it show as he flagged down the bartender. Purposefully watching out for the bartender, Calum ignored the weight of Josie’s gaze on him upon hearing Luke’s question, fighting the smirk that was threatening to tilt his lips. If he asked himself what the hell he was doing, Calum wouldn’t know how to answer. Was he just a masochist or was he still trying to bury his nerves under the thrill of risky conversations that only seemed to further bother Josie? He was being an ass, he knew.

Calum heard Josie scoff before answering, “Too many people.”

As Calum ordered an old fashioned, he tried not to think of how he was stood between the two Hemmings as Luke asked Josie knowingly, “Is Austin one of them?”

Forcing his features to remain neutral proved to be harder than Calum would like, eyebrows lowering and jaw setting as Luke’s words carried over the deafening music. It wasn’t like Calum could distract himself by conversing with someone else; Ashton, Michael, and whoever else they were with were on the dance floor. And Calum still needed his drink. His fingers tapped impatiently on the countertop as Josie let out a sharp breath.

“Yeah, no—what we’re not gonna do is bring him up.” There was an edge in his tone that had Calum looking over at her, a subtle quirk in his eyebrow as she huffed. Clearly the mention of her ex was a sour subject, and he watched as Josie pushed herself away from the bar and looked at the two men looking at her. Dropping her hands from the bar, Josie bid goodbye with a, “I’m gonna go dance,” and without another look towards either of them, turned around and immersed herself into the thrumming crowd.

From his peripheral, Calum saw Luke watch Josie go, turning to face the bar only when she disappeared. The bartender placed Calum’s drink in front of him, and as he took a sip of it, Luke mused, “She sounds pretty worked up over a relationship she ended.”

Calum held the sip in his mouth momentarily, the sweet taste dancing on his tongue as he paused to process Luke’s words. He swallowed before looking at his friend, adapting an attitude that didn’t give away his true interest in the matter. “She ended it?”

Luke nodded, receiving his own drink from the bartender, eyeing the clear vodka before looking at Calum. “Yeah; didn’t end well, either. It’s part of the reason why she decided to move here instead of staying in Davis, since she had a job opportunity there too,” Luke informed him casually, taking a sip of his drink before furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, cocking his head at Calum. “Thought I told you all this.”

Calum’s dark eyes met Luke’s blue, feeling the familiar churn in his stomach as his lips puckered in disagreement. “Nah, first I’m hearing of it.” That was true. And he was trying to process it.

All he knew about Josie’s move to Los Angeles was that it had to do with the job she’d gotten. A cosmetology student working at the best salon in L.A.—no wonder she jumped at the opportunity. And as Luke took a sip of his drink, looking towards the dancing crowd, Calum took a long sip of his own as his thoughts deafened him to the music playing. Of course he knew Josie and Austin had broken up, but he never considered the circumstances of the end of the relationship, had just been. . . Glad that it was over. It wasn’t like he and Josie talked much; he wasn’t someone she would indulge in her relationships to. Still, Calum couldn’t help but think about it more than he should.

“Was the break up that bad?” he found himself asking, dragging Luke’s attention back to him, watching the blonde quirk a curious eyebrow. “Her and Austin’s break up,” Calum clarified. He should not be asking Luke about this. “Was it, like, that bad that she moved here?”

“I’m assuming so,” Luke answered. Then he sighed, shaking his head as he turned to lean his lower back against the bar. His lips twisted to the side, absently staring out at the crowd before he clicked his tongue in pity. “You know her, man. Her track record isn’t the best and being here would give her a fresh start.” He shrugged, glancing at Calum, blue eyes swimming with concern Calum hadn’t expected. “I don’t know; she said she’s swearing off men indefinitely and I’m hoping she sticks to it,” he added with a short chuckle, free hand running through his curls as he smiled wryly.

Calum rolled his lower lip into his mouth, nodding along to Luke’s words as if he understood, but was actually still processing what he heard. He wasn’t sure what he should focus on: the reminder of her so-called track record when it came to relationships or her apparent decision of celibacy. He didn’t quite blame her; Calum knew a number of Josie’s relationships had ended on bad notes, whether she was the one to end them or the guy.

He remembered, particularly when they were in high school and Josie was a sophomore, when Jax Wiley had cheated on her with some senior girl and Josie had been heartbroken. So he and the boys had done whatever they could to cheer her up; taking her out to get food, going to the movies, just spending time with her to help her get her mind off the dick who’d fucked her over.

Luke was right; most of Josie’s relationships ended almost explosively, and every time after, Luke was the one who took care of her. He was a good brother for that. And of course the rest of them helped however they could—Josie had always been like a little sister to them, too.

Well. Up until recently. But Luke didn’t need to know that.

Taking a long sip of his drink, Calum swallowed the drink down, as well as the thoughts pounding around in his head, louder than the music the DJ was spinning. “Never mind,” Luke suddenly spoke up, drawing Calum’s attention to him. His blue eyes were looking ahead, narrowed slightly against the flashing lights as he scoffed lightly. “Don’t think she’s gonna listen to her own advice.” Without even looking at Calum, Luke lifted a finger that held his glass and pointed ahead, jutting his chin slightly in emphasis.

Calum followed his gaze, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at the bustling crowd for a familiar face. He ultimately caught was Luke was looking at, forehead smoothing when his eyes landed on Josie having a bit too much fun with a random guy neither of them recognized. People dancing around her obscured Calum’s view ever so often, but he could see the way the guy’s hands were touching her, pulling her into him, could see the way she was letting him, the smile on her face showing just how much she enjoyed it.

Fuck. He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t. But the longer he watched this dude’s hands grip her hips and pull her into him, her own arms raising to go around his neck, the more Calum’s eyes narrowed in vexed irritation, sparking a fire in his chest he knew he wouldn’t be able to put out once lit. None of his business. This was none of his business, despite the way his lips curled in distaste and grip on his glass tightened, hoping taking a sip of his drink and getting drunk would distract him.

“Jesus fu—man, can you go there and break that shit up?” Calum’s head snapped over to Luke, a lot quicker than he’d like, eyebrows shooting up as he watched Luke shake his head. His face scrunched up, turning around so his back was to the crowd, leaning forward with his arms on top of the bar. Calum saw the pleading in Luke’s eyes as he said, “Just—can you dance with her? I’d rather you than some asshole tryna get in her pants.”

Calum bit the tip of his tongue, stinging and sharp, throat briefly closing up at Luke’s words. Suddenly the music was too loud and his heart was skipping every other beat, and Calum didn’t dare look back towards the crowd, instead looking at Luke and forcing out a chuckle. “You sure you’re not being too overprotective?”

Luke twisted his lips to the side, not even bothering to look sheepish. “Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “Or, maybe I’m just making sure she doesn’t, y’know, break her chastity promise.”

Calum’s face scrunched up. “Please don’t say chastity ever again.”

With a roll of his eyes and using his free hand to shove Calum, Luke begged with a raise of his eyebrows, “Please, man. Josie dancing with you is better than some creep.”

The guilt of Luke’s trust in him nauseated Calum more than alcohol ever could.

His blue eyes pleading, Calum knew he didn’t have a good reason to deny Luke of his request. So he downed the rest of his drink and nodded, the heat in his skin rising as Luke clapped his back appreciatively before saying that he was going to go sit back down at their table after spotting Ashton heading that way, too.

Calum sighed, the sound lost in the loud music, the beat of the drum settling heavily in his heart as he made his way towards the crowd. He clenched his teeth, wanting to put this off. Dancing with Josie was a bad idea. Luke was sending him to serve as a barrier between Josie and some guy she may make a mistake with. But how could Luke know his plan was, in every way, futile?

Calum pressed his teeth together tightly as he made his way through the crowd, feeling the several bodies around him move against him, urging him to turn around and make up some bullshit excuse to Luke as to why he couldn’t do it. But Calum’s gaze soon enough landed on Josie and her male companion, and suddenly that fire he’d felt spark in his chest seemed to flourish, a tightness in his muscles as he hardened himself against the bodies around him, never faltering as he neared them. The longer he watched, the heavier his Doc Marten clad steps felt.

If Josie noticed Calum’s presence, she didn’t indicate it. Her attention was all too focused on moving her hips, pressing herself into the stranger, and Calum had to loosen his jaw in order to relieve the pain that stung his teeth, the heat of the crowd seeping into his bones. Exhaling sharply through his nose, Calum decided to forgo any manners, clasping the back of the guy’s shirt, right at the neck, Calum tugged him backwards, forcing the man to let go of a startled Josie, both now looking at Calum in bewilderment.

“Hey, what the fuck, man?” the man frowned, his height not quite matching up to Calum’s. The three of them stood still in the constantly moving crowd, and Calum knew it would do the guy well to disappear amongst the body in the next few seconds.

“I can take it from here,” Calum said, tone steady and deep, noting the annoyance in Josie’s eyes, not at all masked by the flashing lights, accompanied by incredulity. Calum looked back at the dude, who had yet to move. “Piss off.”

The guy’s frown deepened, looking from Calum to Josie, and Calum figured the man noticed the sudden tension that surrounded them thickly, deciding it wasn’t something he wanted to get involved in. With a scoff and shake of his head, he said, “Whatever, man,” before backing off into the crowd.

Josie didn’t watch him ago, instead kept her gaze trained on Calum with an irritated frown on her face, pink lips thinned. “What the hell was that?” she demanded, the edge in her voice heard over the music.

“I’m on a mission from your brother,” Calum responded, his voice dry and condescending smile enough to tell Josie he didn’t want to be in this position, either. Josie blinked, not expecting that answer as her scowl faltered a bit. His gaze lowered then, taking in the cut of her fitted dress, all too aware that he was shamelessly running his eyes over her. In the thick crowd of the dance floor, guarded from the gazes of his friends, Calum felt too comfortable in doing so.

And that kind of sense of security had Calum’s smile turning into a smirk. The alcohol had allowed him a boldness he wouldn’t normally need help with, and so Calum grasped Josie’s wrist and tugged her towards him. He heard her startled gasp over the music as he turned her around, her back to his chest, and Calum bit his lower lip when Josie’s instant reaction was to melt into him rather than push him away. The warmth of her body was a welcome change, almost comforting as opposed to the heat of everyone around them.

He felt his muscles tense as Josie tilted her head back, resting against his shoulder, and Calum’s heart raced as he brushed his lips against her cheek and trailed to the shell of her ear. “The dress isn’t doing your little path of abstinence any favors.”

Josie’s hands covered Calum’s where they lay on her hips, their bodies slowly beginning to move to the music. Was she feeling as bold as he was, hidden in the buzzing crowd from the eyes of their friends—of her brother? The sight of them dancing together wouldn’t turn heads, Calum knew. Just so long as they didn’t get too close.

Like they already were.

“You and Luke don’t get a say in my decision making, you know,” Josie reminded, and he could see the way her throat worked when he squeezed her hips. She turned then, head tilted back slightly so her gaze met his, eyes glimmering under the lights as her right hand reached up to hook a finger around his chain necklace. Calum pressed his tongue against the back of his lower teeth, heart thrumming as Josie pressed herself against him. Oh, yeah, the thick crowd was providing both of them too much of a sense of security. “I decide who I get to fuck around with.”

Her words had an amused, breathless scoff escaping Calum, unsure when they’d started leaning into one another, his nose just barely brushing hers as he fought to keep familiar images from playing across his mind. It proved to be difficult, what with her body pressed against his, the curves on her figure fitting against him familiarly, hips slotting against his, the tip of her nail teasingly grazing under his chin. “Oh, I know,” Calum responded, voice too quiet amid the music, noting the small smirk curling her lips at the knowing, pointed tone Calum spoke in.

Josie hummed, gaze dropping to his lips briefly. “I know you do,” she said. Letting go of his necklace, Josie pressed her hand to Calum’s chest and pushed him back, raising an eyebrow up at him. “Isn’t that why you were being such a little shit at the bar?”

Calum chuckled, chin lifting as one hand reached up to undo the first two buttons of his shirt, the heat of the crowd getting to him. “Just havin’ a little fun, pretty girl.” It was him being a shit, just like Josie had said, just like he was being now with that term of endearment that had Josie biting her lower lip. He was trying to make light of a situation that sat heavily on both of their minds. Except Calum knew he was being risky in his comments, knew that if Luke listened a bit too closely, he’d pick up on the very thing Calum—and Josie—were trying to mask. Horribly so.

Josie had been watching his fingers work on the buttons, wetting her lips as she let out a breath. “Unbuttoning your shirt isn’t going to have the effect you want it to have on the women here,” she chose to say. Josie tried to keep her voice steady, tried to sound confident and bold, but Calum picked up on the slight falter in her tone.

He looked at her, dropping his hand so he could wrap his arm around her waist. They were barely moving to the music now, stopped amidst the lively crowd of dancing club goers, lost in their own little world without much thought given to anyone else. Smirk widening, Calum leaned towards her, closing the distance, noting the tension in her neck as he murmured, “I’d say it had quite the effect on you, if I’m not mistaken.”

Her eyes were on him, blue looking into brown, and Calum could see she was fighting to maintain their gaze, not wanting to look lower. He knew she wanted to. Josie bit her lower lip, the action stirring something in Calum’s stomach, her whispered voice nearly lost in the music as she said, “This is a bad idea, Calum.”

Her words echoed familiarly in his head, her hands against his chest, not yet pressing. Calum’s heart was pounding as his nose brushed against hers, murmuring, “Isn’t that what we said two months ago?”

Josie’s throat worked, taking a breath as her fingers lightly fisted his shirt. “We also said we’d never bring it up again.”

Calum quirked an eyebrow, vaguely hearing the song turn into the EDM type music he rarely ever listened to. “That was before you decided to move here.”

“Is that what this is about it?” Josie returned with a dry laugh, eyebrows raising as she looked up at him. Except he didn’t see the annoyance in her eyes as he had the other day in the kitchen, only amusement and just a hint of exasperation. “Hard to keep a secret when it’s literally living with your best friend, huh?”

Scoffing, Calum shot her a bemused look. How’d they gone from pressing into each other to rehashing their memories in the middle of a club, Calum had no idea. But he figured this was less risky than the alternative. “What about you?” he retorted with a tilt of his head. “Easy for you to keep a secret when it’s your brother’s best friend?”

Josie let out a breath, looking away from him for a moment, allowing for Calum’s gaze to run along the line of her jaw, curve of her neck, going low, low, low to the cut of her dress. It only served to dry his throat, stir something hungry in the pit of his stomach. Looking back at him with a raise of her eyebrows, Josie said, “I think we can agree that we’re both doing a shit job of never speaking about it again.”

Despite himself, Calum laughed, earning a smile from Josie as he said, “We were kiddin’ ourselves if we thought it’d be that easy.”

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ok so i've been staring at the ah!love edit for like a good one hour now, i keep coming back to it and i just go 🤩🤩💖💖✨✨ how long have you been editing for? which programs do you use? any tips you would give for people who are thinking of delving into gfx and editing? Hope you don't mind the questions, i'm just curious

omg thank you!! seriously you are too too sweet hehe :”) and i’ve been editing since 2014?? 2015?? I can’t believe time flies that fast LOL

I use photoshop cc 2019!! I also use after effects if I want a specific overlay for gifs or illustrator if I’m primarily working with vectors!

I HOPE I DON’T RAMBLE but here are my biggest tips in the most condensed way possible LOL (I also have a ps tag here~) update: it is NOT condense therefore it will be under a read more <3 I hope this helps!

understand placement (balance, proximity, alignment) - I personally think this is important because it helps guide the viewers’ eyes through your edit in the way it’s intended & can help make an edit look aesthetically pleasing!!

For balance it’s all about understanding how each element carries it’s own visual weight / like for example in this edit the focus on the polaroids but I don’t like too much negative space so I added plants in certain areas to help frame the focus of the panel.

For proximity I just make sure that each element has enough space around it! So if you have a subject edit like this, I put the focus on Joshua and either layer elements behind him or use the gradient tool to make sure the background elements aren’t distracting

For alignment I would just keep note of the different elements you introduce and keep it consistent if things are meant to be center aligned, off-centered, etc.

So if we apply that to the two different edits below:

balance: left edit I keep it consistent with displaying “three” text blocks about their debut, and 3 eras; I also use the same rounded square shape in each // in the right edit I keep it balanced by using a few elements: polaroid + flowers. notice that the smaller flowers are on the right hand side of the polaroid and the bigger flowers are on the left side

proximity: on the left edit I use physical lines to show the end of one section and a new section, Also the rounded square images keep everything contained and since there are a lot of different styles (different seventeen logos and small icons) I use more white space to separate them. on the right edit I just use the contours of the flowers and space them evenly that way

alignment: left edit i use thirds to separate each element and everything is centered, whereas the right edit has a more organic feel??? so I layered elements more to make it look realistic

play around with colors!!! it helps to know a little about color theory: honestly I just use the colors I like the most, but even knowing how colors look against each other and knowing which ones can be used as accents helps bring the edit together! there’s a bunch of palette generators on tumblr to help you pick colors if you’re indecisive!!

try different styles! I think it’s super fun to dive into a LOT of different graphic design styles like vector art, infographics, manipulation (like my cyberpunk edits), or flatlay styles!

use tutorials!! There’s a bunch of tutorials on tumblr in achieving different styles, AND on behance.net there’s a BUNCH of mockups that can be used to spice up your edits!!!

don’t feel pressured to post everything you make or have an edit out quickly I feel like sometimes we are pressured to post everything we make, but sometimes you can use it as a learning opportunity!! I would say post what you are proud of!!

TOOLS FOR EDITORS

photoshop/phone apps - I know a lot of people on twitter use phone apps which is really cool in editing, but for me I think photoshop is my go to since it has so many capabilities!! hint: search adobe zii patch for Mac OS to get it for fr33

USE EDITABLE IMAGES!! - if you use fantakens please check to make sure they allow editing. I think hanwooz has a good tutorial of how to ask for permission, but usually on their twitter profiles they say if they allow editing. There’s also scans you can use from @iiashascans that are editable with credit. I personally use Seventeen’s behind the scene images OR their naver x dispatch photos since its so HD lol

Freepik and Unsplash for free images you can use freepik.com or unsplash.com for free images!! I used unsplash for my cyberpunk backgrounds lol

#asks #askthetic #THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY #anon #i hope it helps you!! I feel like im all over the place and i dont really have a singular editing style so its hard giving concise advice c #Anonymous #bea tutorial

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bunnyinthestars · 4 years

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Why we should have known Alix’s importance as essentially the in-show keeper of the Love Square the second we first saw her, and how we can use her character design to predict what will happen for the Love Square

*an analysis/exploration of her character design*

WARNING: spoilers for a couple season 3 episodes, including Desperada, Ikari Gozen, and Miracle Queen. Honestly, if you haven’t watched any of those episodes yet, I highly recommend them, they’re really good

Ok so, today, as I was drawing Alix and therefore thinking about her appearance, I realized that basically her entire physical character design has elements of the Love Square to it. I searched tumblr trying to find someone who posted about this but I couldn’t, so here we go bois. Sorry if I missed anyone’s post about this, I’m still kinda new to tumblr and I’m just trying to share my thoughts with the fandom!

There are gonna be three elements of her design I talk about: her hairstyle, her coloring, and the details on her clothing.

First off, I would like to start with her hairstyle.

Her hairstyle is iconic for its uniqueness— pretty wild, short, with a pigtail on one side and loose hair on the other. BUT GUYS. HER HAIR IS LITERALLY HALF LADYBUG’S, HALF CHAT NOIR’S.

Let me explain—

If you look at the images above, you can see precisely what I mean.

On the left side of Alix’s face (when we, the audience, look at her, not her own left), we can see Alix’s bangs are parted exactly the way Marinette/LB’s bangs are, plus she has Mari’s pigtail. On the right half, we can see the middle piece of Chat Noir’s bangs that is pointed toward/in his face, plus the rest of his hair that alternatively points outward (sorry if that wording was confusing, there’s a reason i’m not a writer, it’s easier to see in the photos). ALIX’S HAIRSTYLE ALONE IS QUITE LITERALLY HALF LADYBUG AND HALF CHAT NOIR. I AM NOT OK.

Alright. Ok. As if that alone hasn’t made me lose my mind, there’s more. Before we get into her outfit, I want to just quickly address Alix’s coloring itself.

Alix has pink hair and blue eyes, and her clothes are black, green, pink, and red.

The pink hair and blue eyes can easily be attributed to Marinette/Ladybug, since Marinette’s clothes and room are majorly pink, her transformation sequence and powers all have pink backgrounds, and pink is a variation of red, which is Ladybug’s main color. Marinette also has blue eyes (and blue hair, but I don’t know if it’s blue in-universe or black).

On the other hand, the black and green on Alix’s shirt can be attributed, of course, to Chat Noir, who’s entire color scheme is black with accents of lime green. Adrien also shows hints of these colors in his design, but that’s a completely different subject.

For the rest of her look, Alix’s shorts are almost all black, except for the red decal on the back pockets, and her socks and shoes are a mix of Mari/LB’s and Adrien/CN’s colors.

To sum it up, from head to toes we have Mari on Alix’s head, Adrien on her upper torso, and a mix of the two from the lower torso down. It is worth noting that the reasons Mari’s colors are Alix’s head and Adrien’s colors are on Alix’s shirt is that, throughout the series, it is established that Mari is associated with using her head, and Adrien is associated with preferring his heart. (This has been explocitly referenced in episodes like Lady Wifi (s1) and Ladybug (s3).) Therefore, Mari’s coloring being on Alix’s head—which is what Mari is associated with—and Adrien’s coloring on her shirt being closest to her heart—which he is associated with—makes total sense.

Ok ok ok. This is the last point I have to make, but also kinda the most complicated to explain, so bear with me here.

(sorry i keep using this same photo, it just shows a lot of what i’m trying to show you guys and i’m to lazy to find another photo hehe)

In the photo on the left, if you look by her wrist, you can see a snake head, and you can see the shape of the snake body trailing around her arms. The scale print even further adds to this.

So a snake. The immediate thing that comes to mind is the snake miraculous. If you’ll remember the episode Desperada (s3), the snake miraculous was originally given to Adrien, who transformed into Aspik, but then Adrien learned that he was unsuccessful as Aspik because he couldnt be Chat Noir at the same time, and his role as Chat Noir was essential to the success of the team, so Luka became the next (and way more successful) holder of the snake miraculous, Viperion. The other relevance of the snake miraculous was in Miracle Queen (s3 finale), when Chat Noir merged the black cat miraculous and snake miraculous (Snake Noir). The colors of the snake are also the same colors of Chat Noir, but black is Chat Noir’s more primary color while green is the snake’s more primary color.

(side note: When Luka holds the miraculous, the tones of the green color shift from a lime green to a more blue-green, which shows his individuality/difference from Adrien being expressed in the miraculous, similarly to how Ryuko’s coloring is more of an orange-toned red than Marinette’s as Ladybug/Dragonbug. This isn’t quite important to this analysis, I just thought it was interesting, whoops!)

For the photo on the right, I know the photo isn’t very clear, but I just couldn’t quite find a clear photo of the red snake decal on the back pockets of Alix’s shorts. For context, in the Chinese zodiac (where the second level of the miraculous originate), dragons don’t have wings (the wings thing came from western culture), and so they look similarly to the shape of a snake because they are long, thin, flexible, and have scales. Therefore, it’s reasonable to assume that this snake-like outline in red on the pockets of Alix’s shorts could also be meant to resemble a dragon. This makes a ton of sense when we consider how the snake and the dragon are pictured together in the show, and the colors typically associated with either.

The dragon’s relevance is presented in a similar manner to the snake’s, only Marinette doesn’t try to use the dragon (excluding Kwami Buster) until Miracle Queen, when she becomes Dragonbug (and Chat Noir becomes Snake Noir). Kagami, however, is meant to be Marinette’s “rival” for being Adrien’s love interest, and Kagami is the one who ends up getting the dragon miraculous and transforming into Ryuko for the first time in Ikari Gozen (s3).

Luka is meant to be a altered reflection of Adrien, and Kagami is meant to be an altered reflection of Marinette. This is why the miraculouses that Luka and Kagami are given are also the same ones Marinette and Adrien unify in Miracle Queen, and why the color schemes are the way they are. Their roles in terms of the writing of the show are only meant to be a psyche-out Adrinette for both Mari and Adrien. The balance is almost there, but not quite. This can be seen in their own character designs, but again, that’s a whole other thing. Their roles in the show, though, are essential to bring Adrinette together. In Miracle Queen, Luka and Marinette are established as an item, and Kagami and Adrien are established as an item. In the same episode, Dragonbug and Snake Noir themselves even foreshadows the separation of Luka & Adrien and Marinette & Kagami being unified into just Adrien and just Marinette themselves. A better way of saying that is that the qualities Mari likes about Luka will become things either Adrien grows into or that she’ll find in him, and the same thing with Kagami and Marinette for Adrien, which will lead to them becoming a couple. This is why they’re included in Alix’s design, if we can agree that Alix’s design is meant to represent their journey into becoming a couple.

Man, am I tired from finding the words to explain that. Hopefully it makes sense!!

So, to summarize everything, not only do Alix’s hair and general coloring have direct traces of LB and CN, but also the snake and the dragon, who can be represented by both Adrien & Luka (snake) and Marinette & Kagami (dragon), and can be used to determine that Luka and Kagami’s roles in the show hold the key to the Love Square becoming canon.

So. Yes. Alix’s design, once I realized all this, has been driving me crazy. I MEAN SERIOUSLY. She is a literal human representation of the Love Square.

#alix kubdel #ml alix #the love square #love square #throwback to 2016 when the love square was also called the lucky charm #is it still called that?? i havent seen that at all #you know what ill just tag it anyway whatever lets be obscure #lucky charm #and yes ive been in the fandom that long even though im new to having a tumblr account no i do not know how its been so long #adrienette #adrinette #lukagami #alix kubdel theory #alix kubdel analysis #miraculous: tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug analysis #miraculous ladybug theory #alix character design #alix kubdel character design #snake noir #dragonbug #wait shit is dragonbug two words or one #dragon bug #miracle queen #ml ryuko #viperion #miracle queen theory #analysis #im sorry im new to tumblr and sorry if the new to tumblr thing is a stereotype im just not good at existing

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songsofdiversar · 4 years

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[INITIATING UPDATE SEQUENCE]

Don’t panic! It’s still me! I’m still CookieMod! Well... sort of.

The changes I mentioned here are in motion. Everything I’ve made so far is temporary, and I will change it up as I go. Please bare with me as I start things. Mental illness makes everything so sluggish and impossible to jump over, it’s mental. (hehe, pun)

Oh well! I’m trying my best. Stay tuned for more stuff.

While I’m at it, why don’t I reintroduce myself!

My IRL name is Robyn, but I go by Synzaphine/Syn most of the time. You may address me as Syn/Synny, Mod Syn/Synny. SynnyMod, Synnybuns, and Synnamon Roll are also valid! You can find my text posts under Synny Mod, SynnyMod, text, and text post hashtags :>

My pronouns are she/her and they/them, though I wont mind if you use he/him, either. I’m 31 years old, and currently live in [REDACTED], with my fiancé/soon to be husband.

Songs of Diversár is a story I’ve been actively developing since high school/when I was around 14-15 years old and it started with merging my first OC’s universe with a newer universe and it kept snowballing. I was too nervous(and still am) with sharing what I’ve made save for my closest friends, but now it’s time for it to be out there. Maybe you’ll enjoy your time in it, as much as I enjoyed making it.

And now, a fair warning.

Songs of Diversár is NOT made to be a story for a younger audience. It will touch into heavy subjects - sometimes not blatantly, but rather hinting at - such as mental health, violence, war, and the outcome of all mental and physical abuse. Don’t worry, though - they will not be graphic. It won’t have a clear image. It will be, however, visible between the lines. Please, please stay safe.

If you have any inquiries regarding anything, concerns, feel free to send me an ask.

Oh! Before I leave - if anyone out here is good with adding sections to the tumblr header with this theme - give me a nudge. I need to add a Characters section :)

Thank you, and have a nice day/night!

#Synny Mod #text post #text #update #SynnyMod

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calmtone · 5 years

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hello everyone , the name is sab and i’m super excited to be here w u all 😔 everything u need to know abt jaein is under the cut and i’m sort it’s a mess my sister literally isn’t shutting her mouth , so it’s hard for me to concentrate KSMKSMS but , i’d love to plot w u , so hit that like button and i’ll come to u or i can give u my discord if y’all would prefer that !

˗ˏˋ ( hwang hyunjin. twenty-one. cis male. he/him. ) yang jaein has been at so!ar entertainment for one year. they have been the stylist of legacy since february, 2019. they are known by their family to be altruistic, idealistic + zealous but they can also be meticulous, guarded + flighty. i hope that they can make it in this industry.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR HINTS OF ABUSE .

info .

born in seoul , sk to a beautiful , university student mother and a big business father . his father was ten years her senior .

it was a strange relationship truly , but neither really cared anyways . his mother didn’t care because she loved this man and his father didn’t care because well , he had a beautiful woman on his arm .

there was also the fact that he’d knocked her up and it would’ve been a disgrace to his own family to leave a woman and his child

so the marriage was forced , in his father’s eyes at least . he never quite loved her , not as much as she loved him . her life was molded into something fake and the light in her eyes dwindled as time went on . expected to be a housewife and not what her own dreams wanted her to be .

( she was a fashion design student , was in love with the idea of a simple piece of fabric being turned into something that could brighten eyes and turn heads )

it’s scary what someone would do for love or at least a fabricated version of love she didn’t want to leave , afraid of the truth

thus in turn , growing up jaein had a skewed vision of what love was , he received so much love and encouragement from his mother yet received cold harsh treatment from his father . watched his mother with hearts in her eyes as she watched his father and saw his father write her off like she meant nothing

jaein had a love for fashion from a young age , watching his mother make her own clothing in her small little space in the house , watched her sew fabrics and buttons and jewels together to make a masterpiece . she taught him all she knew , loved the way his eyes lit up like hers would when she was younger . he always found joy in helping his mother pick out pretty dresses and doing her make up

always dreamed of dressing people up like he’d help dress her up

he was always a more introverted child , he found nice company with his mother as mentioned above , she was always his best friend . however his father wanted him to be more , hated to watch his son find a love for something that would get him no where just like his mother . hated to watch him fall in love with smth that was some Prissy shit

when he was ten his father got offered a big job in milan , italy and off jaein went . forced to pack up his life and leave everything behind for a father that cared little about him

he was in heaven though ... kinda ... a fashion hub of the world it felt like his dreams were coming true . however it was while living in italy where his father was really forcing his hand on him

forced him to be apart of the more popular social scene , shoving him into crowds he didn’t do well with . forced his introverted and shy son to be extroverted and outgoing , to attend parties and let people use him however they saw fit . he didn’t make friends , he met ppl that wanted his money , wanted him because he was pretty .

people pushed him around a lot . physically , emotionally .

his father wanted him to be some big business man , take after himself and shit , jaein obviously didn’t want that , he wanted to do fashion and create things . his father wasn’t happy when he told him he’d be moving back to korea ( age 18 ) to pursue a degree in fashion design .

that furthered strained their relationship or whatever relationship they even possessed because his father wasn’t really present as a parental figure , the one time jaein stuck up for himself was the last line for his father who ended up p much disowning him

his mother was still there in his life watching him go to university , she supported his move and pays his tuition behind her husbands back bc she wants to toxically live through her own son as he chases the dreams she had

it was because of that that he had gotten his job at solar . his mother had paid his way in there and he hadn’t found out until recently , putting strain on their relationship because he felt like he couldn’t trust her . he would never tell a soul this though , so it’s his own internal battle !

personality-ish .

generally he’s sweet . kind , selfless , wants to help others more than help himself which leads to destructive tendencies of overworking himself .

he wants to be perfect , he wants to impress others , it’s why he shifts himself so much to fit a mold he doesn’t think he can fit .

his mother cares for him , loves him so much , but there’s always been pressure on his shoulders to be just like his father . he loves fashion he really does , he loves being able to create something that people will love , but he’s way too doubtful of himself , he never thinks anything he does is good enough which is definitely trauma from his father ( now from his mother because he doesn’t know if he should be at solar anymore ) , so he questions whether this is what he’s supposed to be doing or not .

he has hella daddy issues ... is struggling w the relationship w his mom bc of what she’d done . doesn’t talk to them .. talks to his mother on occasion but otherwise he’s pretty mf lonely but pretends to be happy bc he’s so good at pretending !

he’s a gemini . so he’s an annoying little petty whore and is quite moody and finicky and meticulous . he doesn’t trust ppl ... so many factors play into that from his parents to how he was treated by his peers , he’s just guarded and has trust issues up the ass .

yet he can be quite naive and he’s always craved love and affection ( that isn’t rough ) , so he’s thrown himself into things only to get himself hurt in the process ! he just wants validation and tried to get it in the worst way hehe ! like if u tryna get in his pants just be like hey ur amazing and he’ll drop to his knees ANYWAYSFLDKSJF

he can talk for hours once u get him started and get him out of his shell , though he can be quite self conscious about a lot of things

still pretends to be an extrovert but he’s definitely not !

def a romantic , loves the stars , flowers , wants to date and kiss someone but scared u know

he’s like an aesthetic hoe on insta , loves coffee and visiting different cafes whateva

uh he knows he’s bi , but he’s not like out ? kinda ? idk he hasn’t like explicitly said anything about it but like he’s been w both men and women before idk if that makes sense KFKDSM

wanted plots .

cute best friend ! probably someone he knew from korea before he moved to milan ? they always kept in contact , the person that jaein trusts more than anyone else

older sibling figure ! never had siblings , so having someone to sort of guide him would be nice

cuddle buddy bc.... cute /:

give him a lil crush pls ... he’s bi and it would be totally cute to see him get flustered in someone else’s presence and just be totally mf heart eyes ! could be a puppy crush or unrequited or not even that deep ! could be fully returned , whateva !

while he is a stylist , he always really loves make up ? but like hasn’t really dabbled w anyone besides himself ? so maybe a little test subject of sorts !

love / hate is always fun ! jaein can be a lil moody , so getting on his bad side isn’t super tricky

an ex ! smth angsty and shit ... pls would love the angst

rival ? enemy of sorts ? just someone that jaein doesn’t like and they’re always bickering nd shit

maybe a first love ? that would be p cute

his test subject ! w fashion and he’s always making them stand for too long and poking them w his pins on accident and it’s just a really precious and supportive relationship

#hqidolintros #⁺ 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 ‚ ooc ♡ 𝙼𝚄𝙽 .#this is a MESS I'M SORRY #if u need clarification i'd be more than HAPPY to do that #but uh yeah . plot w me pls uwu

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ghostofvixx · 5 years

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You can’t lie |LJN|

@softyn → ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You now that I'm absolute trash for Jeno ùwú. And I was wondreinggg if I could request a scenario where Jeno and the reader are secretly dating and another member (who ships them a lot actually) found the relationship👀 Hehe ily queen💓

A/n: I hope you like it bub, tysm for requesting, I know I can always count on you❤️.

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If you could define Jeno with a word, it would be ‘sweetheart’. His smile can take you to another world, his voice, doesn’t matter what he’s doing, can make you feel the famous butterflies, he could be one of the best people you’ve ever met.

And he is your boyfriend.

When you first met him, you both were trainees. You developed a little crush on him, but since he was very popular among girls -and boys too- you thought it was going to stay like that. Then the “you are just a teammate” became a “we are definitely friends!”.

And, of course, your crush wasn’t just a physical crush, but something deeper and more meaningful.

Then the day came, a week right after San Valentine’s day. You had received an anonymous letter, where that person confessed their feelings, you definitely wasn’t expecting it to be Jeno. When the following week he waited for you right after practising, he admitted to have sent it and began dating right after that.

You consider your relationship with Jeno almost perfect. Almost, because you must keep it a secret if you don’t want to be kicked out and have a stain in your reputation.

You like to think that you’re doing a good job since every time you want to have a date, you hide yourselves and nobody knows it’s you. But, the thing you are proudest of is that you have been able to distract his own friends.

“Come on y/n, admit it, you two are dating.” Hyuk said one day, his hand pressed against his cheek.

Everyone but Jeno nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you guys, but I actually have a boyfriend outside the company, and I love him, a lot.”

When everyone had turned around, you looked at Jeno, eyes sparkling as always, he gave you his typical eyesmile, letting you know that he took the hint.

After that everyone stopped telling you things. Everyone but Na Jaemin.

“Y/n and Jeno should practise this together! They have a great chemistry!” or “Y/n drop your boyfriend and start dating Jeno, listen to me, he would be a great boyfriend, I’m telling you he’s so-.” or even “Hell yeah! You should get married!”

You were worried, how can somebody be so persistent? Maybe he knows something? In the end, you got to the conclusion that it’s just Na Jaemin, everyone took it as a joke, why shouldn’t you?

“Babe, can you stop looking around all the time and relax?” Jeno asks you in what would be your fifth date.

You barely have time to yourselves, so when you finally have a day off training, you like to spend some time together, and then, with your respective families.

“It’s just... I don’t want to get caught you know? Besides, I’m sure Jaemin knows something.”

“He doesn’t, seriously. You know him, right? He just likes to joke around. Besides, everyone thinks he’s just joking so we can calm down.”

“Fine, I’ll listen to you, I guess you’re ri-.” You suddenly stop talking when you hear something behind you from between the fake bushes that are all around the shopping centre. You wouldn’t have paid attention if you were in another part, but you normally chose the least crowded hallways so it’s not the usual thing. “Did you hear that?”

He has, because your boyfriend isn’t even looking at you. He just keeps looking at those bushes, slowly approaching them a few seconds later.

“What the hell are you doing here Jaemin?”

Out of all the things you would have expected, Na Jaemin dressed in black, with black sunglasses and hidden behind the bushes wasn’t even an option.

“I just- I- well, you see. This boy and I suspected that you were dating, so I decided to check it with my own eyes, but these bushes are so annoying, I mean, I can’t even move them because they fall from their place.” He motions to the floor where a flower pot stand is. That was the sudden noise.

“What do you mean that you and a boy suspected it? Why did you have to follow us Jaems?“ Jeno asks, looking a bit angry.

“Jeno, you are changing the subject, why don’t we focus on these bushes? What can we do about them?”

“Jaemin.“ You interfere, noticing that your boyfriend bites his lips way too much.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, but I just wanted to check! You weren’t going to tell us by yourselves, obviously.“

“Jaemin, if somebody sees we are dating, they could kick us out, and we don’t want to through that only because we actually love eachother.” You explain.

“I won’t tell a soul, I promise, I’ll even lie to this kid and stop joking around.”

“No, don’t do that. Knowing our friends, they could find it suspicious.“

Jeno looks at you, to see if you agree with him, so you nod in agreement.

”How did you find it out though?” Jeno asks. “I thought we were doing a good job.”

“Jeno, you can lie to a lot of people, but not your best friend. Besides, the only thing I had to do was keep looking when everyone had turned around.” He winks at Jeno, trying to avoid another awkward situation. “Well now if you excuse me, I have a fake bushes thing to solve, I’ll let you enjoy your, apparently, date”

He hasn’t even turned around when Jeno calls his name one more time.

“Jaemin wait! Who’s that kid who thinks the same way as you do?”

“Ah! Him! Well, it’s just Jisung.“

“Park Jisung?“ Jeno and you ask at the same time, puzzled to hear the youngest’s name.

“Ah couples are beautiful aren’t they?“ He sighs and then proceeds to explain. “I don’t know why you are so surprised, he may be younger and shy, but he’s intelligent and knows what happens around him.” He shrugs his shoulders and, after saying goodbye for the last time, he leaves.

“We can trust him, right?” You ask Jeno once Jaemin is nowhere to be seen.

“Of course we can, he’s my best friend after all. I still need to talk to him, though.” He then places his right arm around your shoulders. “Let’s just enjoy our date by the moment.”

“Right. Do you want to go to the cinema to forget all this for a while?”

“Sounds like a nice plan.”

#lee jeno #nct jeno #nct dream #nct au #nct scenario #request #requested #uwu queen

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garyofrivia · 5 years

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For They Shall Be Satisfied

Arthur Morgan x OC Chapter 3

(masterlist in bio)

A/N: yeehaw, some soft moments finally!! more where that came from hehe ;;))

Warnings/Categories: Violence, Angst

(WC: 4,356)

Back at camp, things were more lively than usual. The night before, the girls were in town working the saloon so they hadn’t had a chance to celebrate the success of the caravan robbery. Hosea and Pearson had brought in a wagonload full of beer and whiskey and they all had plans to get drunk out of their minds.

Annie had done her best to avoid Dutch when Arthur went to go talk with him and Hosea. She didn’t have the capacity to deal with any more politics that day, Dutch’s mind games included, and elected to go pass out for a few hours to make up for not sleeping the night before. It helped some, but she feared that the heavy feeling of her anxiety wouldn’t be put to rest by anything other than alcohol.

“You better slow down there,” Tilly said as Annie ravenously shoveled another spoonful of stew into her mouth. The pair of them were eating at the poker table and she realized that this was her first full meal in three days. “You might end up eatin’ the bowl!”

“So be it,” Annie said, chewing loudly.

“Good Lord, you’re no better than the men, Annie!” she said as she laughed and made a face.

“That’s not news, my friend. How’ve things been?”

“They’re better. Karen’s pleased that we’ll all be drinkin’ tonight since she won’t be the only one.”

“I’d imagine so,” Annie said. Mary-Beth and Karen took a seat next to them at the table, giggling and chatting between themselves.

“How are ya, Annie?” Mary-Beth asked in a sing-song voice as she ripped a chunk of bread into four parts to share with the rest of them.

“Never better. You’re a ray of sunshine today.”

Mary-Beth grinned. “I got this new journal in town yesterday. It has a pretty white leather binding and a clasp and everything!”

Annie smiled at her. “Sounds nice, I’m glad for you.”

“I told her she’d better not get too distracted or ole Grimshaw’s gonna throw it in the campfire,” Karen said.

They all tried not to make eye contact with Susan from across camp as they laughed. “You’re not kiddin’,” Tilly said.

“I’m upset I missed out on killin’ them O’Driscolls yesterday,” Karen said to Annie with a fascinated tone in her voice. “Sean told me you dropped ten of the bastards yourself!”

Annie shook her head and smirked. “Nah, only six.”

“Six! Now, that sounds like a party!”

“How are things around here?” Annie said, changing the subject.

“They’re fine, no thanks to you. You, missy, are lucky Miss Grimshaw’s been cuttin’ us all some slack with the chores as of recently. I’m not entirely sure why, but hey, I’m not complainin’.”

“I think she’s been gettin’… ya know… relieved of stress.” Mary-Beth said, low enough so that only the they could hear.

“Mary-Beth!” Tilly gasped. “No, there’s no way.”

Karen cackled hysterically. “Yes, there is no way.”

“I’m serious! Think about it. She’s spent an awful lot of time in Blackwater the past few days.”

Annie swallowed a stew-soaked bite of bread and chuckled. “Oh, if only life were as simple as those romance stories you read, Mary-Beth.”

“A girl can dream.”

Letting her mind wander away from the conversation, Annie looked out at all the familiar faces, friendly and unfriendly. Lenny, Charles, Swanson, Uncle, the Callander brothers, and Javier were all gathered around Sean at the campfire laughing hysterically at whatever story he was telling. Hosea and Arthur were standing at the opening of Dutch’s tent with Molly just inside, all having a quiet drink and smiling together. Micah and Bill were trash talking each other at the five-finger-fillet table and it was starting to get heated. Susan and Strauss were sitting peacefully near the medicine wagon, looking off over the ridge and the river. Abigail was playing with Jack near their tent, John just a few feet away watching them with sad eyes. The pair of them had just finished arguing about god knows what, but a few words thrown at John from Arthur ended it quicker than it started.

For a moment, it suddenly occurred to her what it all meant- and what it would really mean to lose all of it. If the bank shipment robbery was a success, that’d everything she needed to disappear and start over on her own. The thought made her stomach churn.

“Annie?” Karen’s voice snapped her back to reality.

The three girls at the table had a rare warmness about them. Their soft, carefree faces gave her he reminder she needed to put aside her troubles for the time being. It was not the night to think about what would be lost. That night would come soon enough.

“Want another drink? I was about to get a round for us.”

She smiled. “Sure, thanks, Karen.”

Soon enough, everyone was dancing, laughing, and talking around the big campfire. Hosea told one of his tall tales about his journeys out west. Dutch eventually put on his phonograph when everyone’d had plenty to drink. Arthur was even dancing with Karen and although he was terrible, swinging her all sorts of directions and swaying entirely off beat, she seemed to be enjoying it.

“My lady,” a lively voice broke through Annie’s mild buzz. Hosea held out a hand for her, inviting her to join the party instead of just observe it. “May I have this dance?”

“Why, yes sir, you may,” she said with a wide grin. She tossed her hat on her chair as he led her to a clear spot.

He led well and even flourished her a bit, careful to keep it subtle so she didn't feel like she was embarrassing herself. Though, to her dismay, she stumbled on a loose rock which prompted a comment about how she was better with using gun than she was with using her own two feet. She hadn’t seen him laugh this much in a long time. Since Bessie died, he’d grown a bit distant and bitter, but he never lost his wit. It was nice to see the rare occasion where he was enjoying himself.

“Have you given any thought to what we talked about?” he said, still smiling.

“I-, um, yeah. A bit,” she said, looking down to watch their feet move in sync.

“Good. Don’t worry, we don’t have to talk about it. You seemed… deep in thought earlier. I just hope that wasn’t my doing.”

“No, just today was a bit…”

“Chaotic?”

She chuckled. “Yes. To say the least.”

“Arthur told Dutch and I about the girl and the O’Driscolls. And that fella Benson. Why is it always the smooth talkin’, city-folk that are so slippery? Trelawny is the same way. More myth than man.”

“It’s not just city folk, it’s mountain men, too. And prairie girls. Let us not forget what you and I do.”

“Oh, I’d never,” Hosea said, laughing. “It takes one to know one, that’s for sure.”

Annie noticed that Sean had cut in to dance with Karen and Arthur was seated on a crate near Pearson’s wagon, whiskey in hand.

Hosea winked at her and called out to him. “Arthur! Get over here and take over, my back is killing me.”

“I’m good, Hosea,” Arthur said, smiling and raising his hands in defeat.

“You’re going to abandon a lady just like that, then?”

“Fine, fine, I’m comin’.” He reluctantly set his drink down and walked over to the pair of them.

“Thank you for a lovely dance, Miss Bolton,” Hosea said, bowing as he spoke. “I fear I must retire myself for this young fella here.”

“You were the one that called me over.”

“It’s fine if you want to cut in Arthur,” Annie nudged.

Arthur rolled his eyes and shooed Hosea away with a flick of his hand. “Get outta here, old man.”

“You kids and your entitled attitudes!” Hosea teased as he slinked off to get another drink for himself. “Got no respect for your elders!”

Arthur took over for Hosea, his strong, calloused hands replacing Hosea’s warm, weathered ones. He seemed a bit uncomfortable which made Annie blush slightly, but he eased into her stride. They were standing close enough for her to feel his breath on her neck, sending a chill down her spine. Neither of them enjoyed physical closeness, but for Annie, it never felt uncomfortable when it was with Arthur for some reason. She briefly wondered if he felt the same.

“How are you doin’?” he finally asked, breaking a silence she didn’t even realize was there before.

“Better, now that I’ve had a few beers.”

“Ain’t that how it always goes?”

“Indeed it is. He seems to be enjoying himself,” she said, nodding towards a seemingly very drunk Pearson who was dancing by himself, completely out of time with his arms outstretched as if he was holding a partner.

“That’s the most he’s gotten in months,” Arthur said, giggling like a kid.

She grinned at his goofy laugh and gave him a look of surprise. “Mister Morgan, are you drunk?”

“I think I may be gettin’ there, Miss Bolton.”

As she laughed, she looked into his soft, ocean colored eyes. They glistened with the light of the fire, like a sunset over a lake. “I’m not.”

“Well, then why the hell are we dancin’? Let’s get some whiskey in you.” He took her hand and led her over near Pearson’s wagon and handed her a small bottle of liquor from the box. “Drink up.”

She took a few large gulps which an impressed eyebrow raise from Arthur. He pulled up a second stool and they both sank into their seats, silently agreeing to keep all future partner dancing to a minimum.

“Cheers,” Arthur said and they they clinked their bottles together. “So, Dutch says he wants to go for the Benson job. Hosea on the other hand wasn’t too excited for it when I told him how things went down.”

She glanced at him for a hint of an expression, but his face was unchanged. “Did you actually tell them how it went?”

“Yes, I did. Hey, you had the opportunity to be there if you wanted to. But you have... other plans."

She furrowed her eyebrows, giving him a look that half asked him to keep quiet while in the middle of camp and the other asking him if he was still angry about her plan to leave.

He laughed lightly. "Relax, I won't get on you for that no more. Well, not tonight, anyways."

She sighed and shook her head. “It’s just a bad idea.”

“I agree, but we need the money. There’ll be close to a hundred thousand dollars on that shipment. Half that is a good take for us. Better than good.”

“Yeah, well…”

She couldn’t argue with him there, though she doubted this would be the end of that conversation. If it ended up being a trap, she figured they’d likely been in worse situations before. Hopefully, it’d be nothing they couldn’t handle.

She took in the sounds of the party for a moment- the laughing, singing, Javier’s guitar now playing instead of the phonograph. It felt like Christmas.

“Hey, Arthur,” she said, suddenly feeling the liquor creeping up on her. “What’s the best Christmas gift you ever got?”

“What?”

“Christmas! Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten a Christmas present before.”

“I have.”

“Well, what was it then?”

He thought for a moment. “Well, my pa and I rarely ever did anything like that. Dutch bought me my first horse, though. I suppose that’s somethin’.”

“Shit, a horse?”

“Yup. Buttercup. I was sixteen and still couldn’t come up with a better name for a palomino pony than that.” He chuckled at the thought.

She shrugged. “It’s a nice name.”

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

“What was the best gift you ever got for Christmas?”

“Hmm. The gift of friendship!”

He rolled his eyes. “No, no, I told you, now you gotta tell me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, the stress from recent events, or a combination of the two, but she started speaking before she knew what it was that came over her.

“My daddy gave me a bracelet a long time ago. And my mama got me the matching necklace. They weren’t nothin’ expensive. I suppose it was all they could do.”

Arthur nodded and hummed softly, carefully taking in her words.

“I lost the pieces within a week, of course. Though, I sure wish I hadn’t.”

He paused for a moment, thoughtfully. “It’s funny, lookin’ back at things like that. You never know, in the moment, which things’ll have fond memories attached and which things just sorta... fade away.”

Remembering the flower on his bedside table next to the portrait of his mother, she knew he understood. The man beside her had known pain just as she had, or at least had known loss. For some reason it was a difficult thought, to know he’s lost so much, too. She almost wanted to push back the hair that had fallen over his forehead and ask about his life before Dutch and the outlaw life that didn’t really make sense anymore. About what his mother was like, or what his son was like- what everything was like for him back then. But a different question came to mind.

“What happens when all this is done with?” She asked suddenly. “Everything with the robbin’ and the killin’? If that job pulls through, that could be it.”

He sighed and looked to the stars twinkling overhead. “I haven’t really thought about that.”

Annie tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes, you have.”

“Sure, but it’s all just in theory. No use in gettin’ anyone’s hopes up in case this ends up not workin’ out.”

“Then what do you hope for? Ideally?”

“I don’t know. To just live, I guess. Get a ranch like Dutch says. Free of the law and all the gangs tryina chase us. Maybe somewhere in the mountains out west. Those sunsets are incredible.”

Annie nodded, her vision slightly blurring with the movement, and she realized how truly intoxicated she was. “Well, that sure is somethin’, ain’t it?”

“What about you? You seem to have everything figured out.”

“I guess, I just hope I die old.”

Arthur laughed. “That’s it?”

“Sure. Folks don’t make a habit of livin’ very long in this line of work. I just wanna turn gray and wrinkly and fragile and die at home in my bed knowin’ that I did everything I could. What else is there, in the end?”

“I guess you have a point.”

“I always have a point, Arthur Morgan.”

She stood and started off go join the party again as the first of the drinking games commenced. But something in her paused, mid-stride. She turned to look back at Arthur as he watched her leave.

Smiling warmly and with a sincerity that hadn’t shown itself in a long time, she held his gaze. “I hope you get your mountain ranch.”

***

The morale boost that the party had faded quickly and Annie fell back into her routine of feeding the horses, cleaning guns, and hunting for camp, her low mood returning with the responsibility along with everyone else's. Talk of a new job had spurred impatience and restlessness. Maybe it was the dry air or the simple, lonesome town of Blackwater, but everyone seemed bored out of their minds.

Dutch sent Arthur to meet with Benson to give him an answer at the scheduled time and place and they were given three days to prepare until the convoy was set to arrive. Hosea was the one that had the idea to verify that there was a legitimate delivery. Karen volunteered to sweet talk the bank manager and sure enough, he confirmed it.

“He said that it’s more security on that those coaches than anything he’s ever heard of,” she told them.

Hosea rubbed his chin in thought but Dutch didn’t look worried. “We’ll have that diversion from Benson’s side. It shouldn’t be a problem, we’ve dealt with plenty of escorts before.”

“What exactly is the diversion?” Annie asked.

“He said he was still figurin’ out a few of the minor details, and that was apparently one of ‘em,” Arthur said.

“The diversion isn’t a minor detail,” she said. “It’s the one thing in this plan that’ll help it to not be a complete disaster.”

“I’d suggest we have a backup plan then,” Dutch said, a bit too harshly. “You’re so fond of coming up with those, so it shouldn’t be nothin’ that we need to worry about.”

“She’s right, Dutch,” Hosea said.

Annie looked between Dutch and Arthur expectantly, but neither said anything. The four of them, John, and Karen were gathered around Dutch’s tent. He was in a bad mood for some ungodly reason, so the conversation was a bit more difficult than it usually was.

“I know she’s right, Hosea, thank you,” Dutch snapped.

“Why don’t we do this another time?” John said, hoping to lighten the mood.

“We don’t have time, dumbass,” Arthur said.

“We’ll have a plan,” Dutch said. “Because Hosea and Annie are gonna handle this. Figure it out. Now, I have a few other things to attend to if you lot will kindly get the hell out of my tent.”

Annie rolled her eyes and looked to Hosea to say something. He sucked his teeth and looked up to meet her eyes. “We’ll take care of it, Dutch.”

Karen gave Annie a look of annoyance and snuck away from the rest of them as they headed towards the game table. Hosea spread out a map of the area with the delivery route traced by Benson.

“Here’s all we have. They want it to take place here,” he said, pointing to a spot a few miles north of Blackwater.

“Is no one gonna talk about Dutch?” John interjected.

“There’s nothin’ to talk about,” Arthur said a bit too quickly.

“Why’s he in one of his moods?”

“I don’t know, let it go.”

John looked up at Annie for a response but was only met with an icy glare. He sighed and leaned back in his seat. “Alright.”

“What if we made our own diversion if they end up not comin’ through for us?” Arthur said.

“Why would they not come through with their end of the deal?” Annie droned. She had given up on trying to hide her frustration. “It’d give us a window to grab all the money, not just fifty percent. The trap would never be in the shipment or the ambush. If anything it’d be in the escape. A setup so they can take all the cash and then set the law on us for the bounty money. And they’d be sittin’ mighty pretty on that mountain of gold.”

Arthur leaned toward her, folding his hands on the table. Annie remained slouched with her arms crossed. “Did it occur to you to share that before now?”

“It didn’t come up before now,” she shrugged. “We don’t even know who these fools are, I told you my piece from the beginning.”

“I agree with you, but that don’t matter. We just gotta do what we gotta do.”

“And walk right into a trap is what we gotta do, then? Like we’re fuckin’ blind?”

“Can we focus on this and get at least some semblance of a plan so we can tell that pinhead over there something?” Hosea insisted. “You three can squabble about this later. If we plan for the worst, we’ll be prepared for the worst. It’s simple, really.”

Arthur and John nodded reluctantly and Annie decided to swallow her pride, at least for the moment. She turned her attention to the map and began running the scenarios through in her head, talking aloud as she thought it through.

“If the diversion doesn’t happen, though I’m bettin’ it will, we don’t move on it, simple as that,” she said. “Every move we make has to have some kinda signal. We split into three groups around the ambush point, two here and one here. One rider from each group hangs back to keep watch while the rest go in for the take. If they see somethin’ they’ll signal and we abort immediately. If it ends up bein’ clear all the way through, we secure our half before we make our getaway.”

“What if it’s just a bounty setup and it’s a bunch of lawmen expectin’ us?” John asked, making Arthur roll his eyes.

Annie scoffed. “Then we all die in a blaze of glory, I guess.”

Hosea sighed and shook his head. “Dutch thinks it’s a risk we need to take.”

“To hell with what Dutch thinks,” she blurted out before she realized what she was saying. Arthur and John stared at her and she couldn’t tell if they were surprised or angry. “I didn’t mean… All I’m sayin’ is… it’s a stupid idea. We shouldn’t just do it because Dutch says so.”

Arthur’s jaw tightened and his nostrils flared. Yep, he’s mad.

“Annie...” Hosea warned.

She paused for a moment and looked between the three of them, anger rising in her chest. Hosea was tense, Arthur angry, and John clearly exasperated.

“What’s your deal?” Arthur asked, shaking his head in frustration.

She huffed an shifted in her seat. “Nothin’, I guess.”

“Annie, you can take a minute to cool off,” Hosea said, calmly. “We can come back to this later.”

“Yeah, let’s waste precious time while we let everyone take a personal day,” Arthur muttered. “Wonderful idea.”

“C’mon, just calm down,” John pleaded. “Nothin’s gonna get done if we’re all at each other’s throats.”

“Shut up, Marston,” Arthur snapped. “You’re the one to lecture about ‘teamwork’, are you?”

Annie couldn’t take it anymore. Without a word, she jumped to her feet and stormed away from the table, nearly knocking her chair over in the process. It took all she had to not pummel Sean when he accidentally got in her way. She grabbed a carton of cigarettes and matches from her things and strode over to go sit on a log near the river. With shaky hands, she lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and plopped down on the dead slab of wood.

There were so many other ways to earn money, ways that didn’t involve trusting a conman. It didn’t make sense why Dutch was so adamant about this. Hosea tries his best, but even he can’t keep everyone’s ducks in a row all the time, though how could anyone? John was trying to be better, which she’d give him credit for, but Arthur was just… being Arthur. The angry son of a bitch that wouldn’t let up on the “loyalty” trip, even for a moment. They all sure argued like family and if nothing else, it was like living in a goddamn zoo.

“I know you’re upset,” a voice said from behind her.

Dutch’s sudden presence was surprising but she didn’t care to turn to face him. “Call it off, Dutch.”

She heard him sigh and he took a seat next to her on the log. “You’ve been right more often than you’ve been wrong, Annie, I will admit that. All I’m asking is for you to outsmart ‘em. You’ve done it before, with less.”

“Dutch…”

He looked sad. Desperate, almost. She suddenly couldn’t bring herself to argue with him.

He peered at her with tired, soulful eyes, thinking for a moment before he spoke again. “I met this man, Andrew Crawford, a few months ago. He told me to contact him if we even ran into a situation where we needed the law off our backs. When things got bad out west, I told him we needed his help and we’d be out near Blackwater. So he wrote me and said he’d come, asking to send someone to meet him to discuss the details. And well, you know the rest. I just… want this to be our final ticket outta here. It’s all we got left to do!”

She nodded her understanding. He was doing what thought he needed to keep the gang safe. That, she understood. She just had her own version of it. Dutch wasn’t a bad man, she knew that much. But his judgement had been misguided recently. Hosea sometimes couldn’t even get through to him.

“What would they do clear our names?”

“From my understanding, whoever he works for is close with the Marshal Service. They have a few boys that they pay off to do their bidding.”

“Why’d you use a fake name, then?”

He shrugged. “I had suspicions about the legitimacy of his offer, same as you. That’s why I sent Arthur and you to go verify that he was who he said he was. I need you to understand, Annie, my girl. I’m not doin’ this for the money. This could be it for us! We’d be free! If it’s a setup, so be it. We got a whole lot to gain and next to nothin’ left to lose. You get me?”

We got our lives to lose, she wanted to say. She exhaled another long stream of smoke. “I get you, Dutch.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, clapping a hand on her back.

“Did somethin’ happen this morning? With Molly? I saw she’s not in camp.”

Dutch sighed. “She told me she wanted to ‘go off and enjoy herself’, whatever the hell that means. Think she went to the saloon to quench that Irish thirst of hers. Now, I mean no offense by this, but women can be… well, you know.”

Annie chuckled. “I do?”

“Let me just say- love is a bumpy road. But if ya don’t get on the wagon, you can’t get thrown off.”

“I don’t think I know what the hell you’re talkin’ about.”

He laughed and and patted her shoulder once more. “I pray you never do, my dear.”

He left her alone with her thoughts, and once again, she wasn’t sure what to think about anything.

#rdr 2 fic #rdr 2 fanfic #red dead redemption fic #arthur morgan x oc #arthur morgan fanfic #rdr oc #my oc #my fics #annie bolton #for they shall be satisfied #ftsbs

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lucas as that dude in your physical science class

a bullet oneshot

(that you’ll eventually fall in love with oops)

okay here we go

you’re a senior in high school

and physical science happens to be one of your favorite subjects

because you love chemistry and physics so much

so yes

in the midst of the 1st semester

a new student comes in your school

people talked about him and you heard that he was chinese and thai

and really tall, they said

wELL THEY DIDN’t mEntion handsome as fuck did thEy

so there was an empty seat beside you for the whole school year

and you didn’t know that the newcomer was gonna be in your class

so you saw someone take the seat beside you

and ok you’re like “holy shit r u rly gonna sit beside me— you should sit at the back or else the people will complain”

but it’s like someone will offer their seats to the newcomer

jk they probably would

but that newcomer decided to stay there

“hi im yukhei— but call me lucas”

he told you as he offered his hand

you were just as starstruck as a starstruck

what am i saying—

it took you like 2 minutes seconds to reply and shook his hand

“i’m Y/N” with a smile lucas thought was adorable

so ok classes have started

and the girls in your class couldn’t help but sneak glances on lucas

he’s THAT handsome

while they stare, you rolled your eyes to yourself

thinking that he’s not that special

but you kinda thought to yourself that yeah he’s cute

so hehe

the first semester is almost gonna end

in a short summary,

lucas kinda slept all the time in physical science classes

mainly because he was more of a history or social science type of person

so finals are coming up for the first semester

and while you were fixing your locker

someone tapped your shoulder

and you turned around & it was wong yukhei the newcomer

he smiles sweetly at you and hands you a chocolate bar—

“hi,,,, i’m giving you this because i’m gonna ask for a small favour—“

“i’m gonna send my notes to you dw”

and he was like no bruv

“no— i mean, i wanted you to teach me, only if you want; i won’t force you.”

and with your love for physical science

you’re known as someone cold and someone who’s probably gonna fite you if they try to outsmart you which they can’t

but you saw him sleep all day in classes

so you know how he really wasn’t copying notes

so your inner warm heart melted in sympathy

so you agreed on tutoring him for your finals

ff to the tutoring day (which was a friday night)

before friday night, lucas gave you his number

because you’ll be tutoring him in his house

since the library “makes him sleepy”

he’s always sleeping, you reckon

so okay you texted him that you were on his porch now

he opens the door and you took in his appearance

he was just wearing his white shit shirt i mean, and grey sweats

wait— his hair looks wet

“sorry it took long; i was showering”

you didn’t mind waiting bc his house looked so beautiful outside

and well, inside, too

not to mention the owner of the ho—

okay where were we

you two started to put your things for school in the living room’s coffee table

yes you guys will not be studying in his room

it was your idea

okay so

y’all started on chemistry

and throughout the tutor study session,

lucas couldn’t stop staring at you

which means he wasn’t listening all along

and you didn’t notice it until you asked him a question:

“lucas i don’t remember this question: was this a covalent bond or a noncovalent bond?”

and without thinking he said “yes”

so you looked at him in confusion

only to see that he was staring at you before you did

i shit you not your face was like “october revolution 1917 russia”

what i meant was red october

okAY SO

you didn’t realize that you didn’t avert your gaze somewhere else

bc dude why does his lips look so soft today

you took in his appearance unconsciously

and then you were snapped outta your thoughts when lucas’ lips moved

“can i kiss you?”

your eyes widened bc like wat bitch

but you were so mesmerized with his beauty so you just

nodded your head like yeah sure bro i was staring at ur lips all along im glad u took the hint

im kidding

so he leaned in and softly kisses you

the kiss was kinda short, i mean the position was weird

but after that “study session” he asked you out and asked if you were available on saturdays

and hell yeah (then that was were you started falling in love with the transferee

who lied that he’d want to get tutored when infact he just wanted to hang out with you)

physical science who

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xkwritingx · 6 years

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FOREPLAY ☾ one

pairing: mafia!EXO x reader genre: angst + smut warnings: abusive behaviour; cursing; various kinks; smut(ish) 18+; mafia!au word count: 3.1k A/N: here it is finally, the first part of the exo smut i was giving hints about.. it’s a remake of my fanfiction from my previous account that i had taken down (it was called “Dance for us”); hope you like it hehe~

All roads lead to them..

Your life has always been scripted and controlled by your mother. At first it seemed as a protective mechanism because she’s a single mother and you’re her only child. You didn’t notice until you were a bit older that she actually wanted you to be everything she didn’t get the chance to be. And she didn’t really care about your personal interests or dreams.

For example, since you were a kid you loved dancing. You told your mom when you were 7 you wanted to go to a dancing school. You never said what kind of dancing, thinking your mother would make the right decision on her own. Yet she didn’t. She signed you into a ballet school. Honestly, your idea of dancing wasn’t ballet, but you were happy you got to dance at all.

She actually just wanted to let others know her kid is educated and capable of attending two schools. That was most important to her anyway – what others think. Since day one in the dancing school you were one of the top dancers and you did well at your high school as well.

After years of hard work, in the dancing as well as your high school, you finally turned 18 and both of your school educations were coming to an end. You knew you would miss it but actually you were happy it was going to be over. Since it was your final year, your mother pushed you mercilessly and you were sure it wasn’t normal anymore.

A few months before the school end, she even started beating you whenever you gained anything bellow A in school. She beat you for no reason actually, because she relieved her stress that way. You told yourself it would pass, but it didn’t. Her beating got so bad you had bruises everywhere – your legs, your back, even your face. It was horrible going to dancing lessons, since you only had a leotard on and almost every bruise was visible.

People from both schools started making rumours, as they couldn’t do anything else in their pathetic lives. Some said you were raped, some said you’re a whore and get regularly beaten by your customers, some said you had an abusive boyfriend and what not. But you tried with all your energy to not let those things get to you.

The situation at home got even worse. Your mother started drinking and things were getting out of hand pretty quick. At first she just laid drunk around the house and yelled at you. Later on she just got more abusive and you were pretty sure if she got any more drunk, she’d kill you by accident.

Finally, the last day of school came. You passed every subject, in both schools, with great grades, except a few but you didn’t really care cause you knew you did your best. After finishing both schools you stayed at home a bit with your mom, hoping you’d help her sober up or at least get back on her feet.

Now, it was mid January and the cold, gloomy weather was just the perfect fit for how you felt. You woke up from a late afternoon nap to a cold breeze coming from your open window. It was probably past 7 so you wanted to go and make some dinner for you and your mom. You got out of the bed and put on a pair of leggings and a basic hoodie, the first things you found. You got down the stairs when the stench of alcohol hit you.

You entered the living room and there was your mom, laying drunk on the sofa. She looked your way with bloodshot eyes and a cold, non-motherly look. „Gosh why did I give birth to such a failure?“ she sighed and drank another sip from the bottle.Your eyes watered uncontrollably and a tear slipped down your cheek.

Your cup was full and this was the little drop that made you lose it. „Me? I’m pretty sure you’re the failure out of us two. That’s why you’ve been treating me like shit all these years, thinking I could fix your terrible childhood because you were an untalented piece of shit!“ you yelled at her and she froze for a second.

She stared at you and she didn’t think twice before throwing the whiskey bottle at you. It missed you since she was weak and unfocused from drinking. That’s when you decided your mental, as well as physical health, were more important than sticking around your abusive mother just because you felt bad to leave her alone.

You quickly ran up to your room and pulled the only suitcase you had out of your closet. You emptied your closet and tidied the entire room of your belongings. You took a deep breath as you closed the suitcase, preparing yourself for the big step that you were about to make. You quickly brushed your hair and put your coat on, since it was pretty cold outside. You had no idea where you should go since you had no family that you were close with. All you knew was you had to get far away from this shit-hole.

You ran down the stairs with your suitcase in a hurry, wanting to get this over with immediately. You turned towards your mom, all feelings of attachment and love gone. „Don’t look for me. Oh wait“ you chuckled „You won’t anyways because I am a failure“ you emphasized the last word in a mocking way and left the house, slamming the door. Your mother didn’t say a word and maybe that was for the best.

You felt as if something in you snapped and you weren’t the same. You were ready to do things the dirty way if that meant you could live a good life. Still, you were the same kind girl you were all your life but you knew that if you wanted to live a happy life, you’ll need to cut people off and stop being kind to the ones that don’t deserve it.

In that moment your mind went somehow blank and your body was almost shaking with some sort of fear mixed with excitement. Going through your pocket to check if you have the money for a bus ticket, you realised you accidentally took your home keys as well as your mom’s car keys. Well actually your car keys.

Since you were an amazing dancer, you went on numerous competitions. You won almost every one and the reward was mainly money. A lot of it. So when you turned 16 you applied to a driving school and after a few months, got your driving license. A week before you turned 18, you bought a car with a small financial help from your mom. After you bought the car she started calling it her own just because she gave a small amount of money to help you out.

Feeling some unhealthy type of joy, you took the keys out of your pocket and approached your car. You drove it once, the day you bought him. You opened the door, put the suitcase in the back and sat on the drivers seat, feeling like you finally found something that has some true value to you. You closed the door and didn’t turn the car on just yet. You sat in silence, in the dark car that was shined over by moonlight. You looked up to the starry sky, deep in thought.

You had million thoughts going through your head. But the one that was the most important in this moment was where you should go. You knew you didn’t have many options. And then a thought crossed your mind unexpectedly. Your mind had only one word on loop and you hated it as much as you liked it. Foreplay. The closed strip club known for its notorious owners, the mafia.

It consisted of 9 males, all pretty good-looking and well-known for their vile behaviour. You even knew their names since they appeared a couple of times in the newspaper or on tv. Sehun, Kai, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Yixing, Suho, Xiumin, Kyungsoo and Chen. The last time you saw them in the newspaper was when they bought a strip club which was closed a couple of years ago. But they didn’t re-open it yet just kept it as their property, making it even more intriguing for you. And that club was the exact Foreplay you were thinking about.

You knew that the words mafia and strip club were associated with money, and that was something you desperately needed now. Before you even knew it, the decision was made. You turned the car on and in seconds you were on the main road that led to the heart of the city. Exactly where Foreplay was.

It took you less than 10 minutes and you were already parking the car in the centre of the town. You had to walk by foot a bit to the club but it didn’t matter. A bit of cold, fresh air could do you good. You got out of the car, taking a deep breath of the city air. You left the suitcase inside the car since you were just going for a walk to check the club out.

You walked for a few minutes when a big sign appeared to your right. Foreplay. The place was dim, only a few red neon lights lighting it up. You couldn’t see much from outside since there were many curtains blocking the view, like in most strip clubs. You didn’t even notice that the street was very quiet and that there wasn’t a single person in sight. That alone was supposed to signal you that something was off about this place.

You stood for a couple of minutes outside the club, trying to get a better view. You didn’t even feel two pairs of dark eyes watching your every move. As you tried to reach the door handle, just to check if the door was open, you heard some kind of chuckling very near to you. You froze, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

„Curious?“ a male voice filled with amusement asked. The voice came out of the dark so you couldn’t recognise who it was. But your gut was telling you it had to be someone from the gang. Who else would be here at this time? Your mind went blank and you couldn’t come up with words to say.

Then, another male voice came from the other side but also from the dark with the same amusement. „Curiosity is dangerous, it can get you killed“ it was said as a warning and it sent chills down your spine. You knew you were too deep in now and there was no way of getting out. You moved backwards slowly, thinking you’ll manage to run away. But what a fool you were.

The moment your foot made the step backwards, the men came out of the dark and grabbed your arms. You somehow escaped the grip which pissed them even more off. „Oh no you’re not“ one of the males said as he realised you planned on escaping. He got a hold of you and in seconds he was carrying you over his shoulder inside the club. The other followed behind him, making sure you don’t make another stupid move.

You tried punching and pushing the guy who carried you, but nothing worked. You entered Foreplay and the guy who was following closed the door and turned again to look at you. That’s when you had a pretty clear view of his face. And you were right. It was one of the 9. Suho to be exact.

The guy who carried you held such a tight grip around your legs you were sure you’ll have bruises. But it didn’t worry you much, it’s not like you weren’t covered in bruises many times before. The place was dark, the red neon lights you saw outside the club not lighting it up much. It was very spacious with almost no furniture. It just had a stage that had a few poles on it. It wasn’t a big stage and it was placed in the back of the club. Around the stage were many tables with chairs, for the viewers to enjoy the dance.

You still punched the guy but it was as if he felt nothing. He came up to one of the tables nearest to the stage and placed you on one of the chairs surrounding it. „Kai get me some rope or whatever“ he said as he placed you down. Now you had a clear view of his face as well. It was Chanyeol.

Even then, when it was obvious he will tie you up to the chair, you didn’t make a single sound nor said a single word. Your mind was thinking of a way to escape but it wasn’t that successful with that. Kai came over with not rope but handcuffs. Of course they’d have those as well. If they weren’t theirs, they were left behind by the previous club owners.

Kai handed the handcuffs to Chanyeol who was holding you down. For his and your surprise you weren’t resisting. He cuffed you to the chair, not realising he made a dumb mistake. Instead of cuffing you to the upper part of the chair he cuffed you to the leg of the chair. It meant you only needed to lift the chair a bit up and you’d slide the cuff down and you’d be free.

You just waited for them to move away a bit. As you were in your thoughts you haven’t noticed that the club got filled with the remaining 6 men. They were all talking quietly, most likely about you and how the hell you appeared here. What you didn’t know is from where they came, since the door of the club hasn’t opened and closed. And then it hit you.

The reason why they bought specifically this strip club was because it had a big apartment above the club. It was connected to it and you could easily get to it by walking up the stairs that were placed somewhere near the stage. You knew all that because one time a photo of the interior of Foreplay came out in the newspaper so you remembered many details. They bought this because it was perfect to keep them hidden yet to be able to live comfortably.

As they all gathered around to talk about you and what to do with you, you saw the perfect opportunity for an escape. Once everyone stopped paying attention to you, you quickly lifted the chair up and slid your cuff down. You got it off the chair and you were free. You wanted to get up but that’s when Baekhyun threw a glance at you. He probably noticed you moving but you pretended to be cuffed. He didn’t notice a difference so he departed his eyes and returned to the conversation.

And that’s when you quickly got off the chair and ran straight for the door. You knew there was a pretty small chance of actually escaping, but you had to try. Your hand was already on the door handle when you felt a strong grip around your waist. „I wouldn’t have done that if I were you“ a voice behind you growled into your ear. He lifted you up with one hand and carried you back. But not to the previous chair. To the mafia.

He placed you on the floor as they created some sort of circle around you. It was Baekhyun. „I was so dumb to think he didn’t notice“ you said to yourself. Now, there were 9 pairs of eyes on you, watching you amused. Most of them took the nearby chairs and sat on them while the others stood. You didn’t even notice that Baekhyun cuffed you after he put you on the floor. You were helpless now.

A man crouched down and you realised it was Sehun. A smirk was visible on his face and you looked down to the floor. As he crouched down, the room went silent and everyone’s full attention was on you and Sehun. He seemed calm but there was something so dark in his eyes it started to scare you.

„You should start talking“ he said watching you like his prey. You felt his burning gaze even when your eyes weren’t connected. „Don’t.. kill me“ was all you managed to say. Your voice was soft and shaky. They realised they won’t get much out of you so they came up with a better idea. „Alright then“ Sehun got up and moved a bit away. Chanyeol took his place as he crouched down at the same spot. He didn’t give you the time to adjust to the situation, he just went straight with his plan. „You have two options. You will tell us who you are and what are you doing here or we’ll kill you“ he said sternly with no emotions.

You managed to look at him and get a quick glance at the rest of the guys. The pictures you saw on tv weren’t lying, they were really hot. You decided you’d tell him what he wants and listen to whatever he says because that will probably keep you alive. „I’m Y/N. And I.. need a job.. I just wanted to look ar-round and see if this place is still o-open“ your voice cracked multiple times but they listened to you carefully.

As they heard you came here searching for a job they realised you probably didn’t have an easy life. Everyone knows the type of girls who choose to be strippers. „Okay listen here“ Suho got down next to you and talked softly. The change in the tone and atmosphere left you confused. But you still listened to him completely focused. „We won’t kill you. However, we’ll do whatever we want with you. Do you understand?“

Shivers went down your spine, blood running cold..

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What stood in front of him now surprised and confused him. A young woman, perhaps his age, was blocking his escape from the Cipher laboratory. This woman was clearly his enemy, but… there was just something about her that felt different. She was strange-looking. Yes, that could be it. She was his height, but she was nearly impossibly thin and slender. The lightest, and faintest hint of curves on her body told him that she was naturally this way.

She had bright pink hair, and not just streaks or the tips dyed. No the woman in front of him had hair nearly the length of her body, and every bit of it was colored pink. Her pink strands were all put up into two long tails. She obviously spent an incredible amount of time caring for her hair. Coupled with her hair was a set of glaring green eyes, and they were focused on him. They where a type of forest green he knew was not natural. Michael couldn’t help but wonder if she wore contact lenses or had surgically dyed her eyes. It probably wasn’t surgery as it was uncommon due to being somewhat dangerous to vision, as well as expensive.

Lovrina suddenly stopped and looked around.

“Where is Naps at? He let the professor go. He was naughty again wasn’t he? I'll so have to punish him after I deal with this kid. He’s really in for it this time.”

Michael was a little flustered by her tone of voice, and a little angry at being called a kid, but that could wait.

She didn’t waste time, and moved forward without a word. Lovrina threw out two pokeballs releasing her Pokemon to the field, and Michael followed suit, and proceeded to battle with her. For all his efforts though, he was unable to keep up with her. She was distracting.

He tried to focus, but her clothing was skin tight and distracting.

Before he knew what was happening his new shadow pokemon Houndour, that he had saved that morning upon his arrival to the lab, went down. He had to call out his Spinarak. The poor pokemon had not had any battle time with him at all yet. The creature was completely fresh and probably a new shadow pokemon as well. It wouldn’t know that to think or feel, if, it could think or feel. That was the problem with turning a Pokemon into its shadowed version. It removed all free will. It turned them into mindless machines with a cure.

Michael knew that his Espeon, as powerful as it was, would not last the battle, and then it would be up to his Spinarak to carry the day. If he failed here, Professor Krane would be impounded again, and Arceus only knows what they would do with Michael. Cipher was one of the most hardcore criminal organizations in the world, and they did not shy away from torture or murder.

In front of him stood one of the top leaders of this organization. She was a women only about his age, and she had doubtless performed many heinous acts. Strangely, he did not fear for his life if he lost to this woman. Even if she was a top leader of of the deadly Cipher.

Sure enough, the battle came down to her Delcatty, and his Spinarak. Fortunately for Michael though, before Espeon went down, she had delivered a powerful confusion attack that sent Lovrina’s Delcatty into a tizzy. The poor cat couldn’t keep straight and delivered a take down attack into the wall behind him. Michael took the opportunity to finish off Lovrina’s final Pokemon by wrapping it in a shadowing version of string shot.

Lovrina looked at Michael, and with a tremendous pout, she huffed her way out of the lab. The assistant with her panicked and followed her up the elevator. In his panic he dropped a case onto the ground.

Professor Krane walked over and bent to picked up the item. He then stood straight and looked at Michael.

“This could have valuable information on it. We should take this back to the lab with us” Krane said.

The professor looked directly into Michael’s eyes, but he didn’t see it. Krane simply quirked his eyebrows up slightly. Michael was busy staring at the now empty elevator, devoid of the pink haired woman who bothered him so.

On the drive back, Michael couldn’t keep his head straight, and to the concern of Krane, nearly crashed them into a sand dune or a tree several times.

On the ride back to Headquarters Michael recalled words his father had spoken to him four years ago, before he disappeared.

“When you see her you’ll know. It will be blatant as the sun who she is when you first lay your eyes on her. With your mother it was instant from both sides… hehe… but you may have to work for it. Don’t be stupid and don’t play around while you wait. Take it serious, because it is,“ his father had said that to him, when giving him "The Talk.”

He knew, but was he ready to face it? Nobody could find out, he decided. She was the enemy. She caused harm to other people and pokemon. Doubtlessly she had killed some people.

Michael knew what he had to do. He would try to lock it away. He should not be feeling these kinds of things during a time of war, and definitely not with someone on the opposite side of the spectrum. He could not afford to try something so stupid.

Michael dodged a rock in the way, swerving to the side and nearly sending both him and the professor flying.

He looked back to Krane and said, “sorry.”

Michael straightened out his bike and moved on. It was another few days of travel yet, and he wanted to get there in good time. Soon the thriving wasteland of the desert would give way to a vast forested region. These two distinct and very different places gave Orre its reputation. Behind him Professor Krane gave out a yawn, and it was this that made Michael realize that it was becoming night.

“You don’t mind sleeping under the stars do you?” Michael asked the professor.

Michael stood in the back of the room, arms crossed, behind his mother and the professor. On all sides of the room stood the research team who had devoted five years of their lives to making the new and vastly complicated machine a reality. By the door to the purification room stood many notable professors who had been invited for the glorious unveiling of the new technology.

Professor Krane stepped forward once he was sure every necessary person was in the room.

“This project has taken us five years to complete. It was five long and hard years with tests, retests, and no test subjects to test. Through all of the struggles and recent set backs though, we have succeed in creating a marvelous machine, which is at the peak of what human technology can do. We are beginning to step into the realm of legends, as we continue…” professor Krane said, but Michael began to lose his attention.

Truly he had made a strong attempt the past several days to ignore his thoughts, and as a matter of fact, he had spent more time telling himself to stop thinking, than actually thinking about Lovrina. He didn’t understand, what it was exactly, that he was feeling. He knew one thing, and that was that he wasn’t in love. He knew what love was, and this wasn’t that. He, as far as he was able to tell, was merely infatuated with her. He just didn’t know what to think of it, as he had never felt anything similar towards and girl before. He didn’t believe in love at first sight. That was just an old fairy tale.

He was a guy, and had experienced attraction to a pretty girl before, that was just nature. But to him now, he was beyond attraction, and he had only seen her once. He had lost all control over his reactions. He couldn’t get it out of his mind.

“Michael,” somebody whispered into his ear.

His thoughts were broken, and next to him stood his mother with a serious look on her face.

“Michael you have to go and officially test the machine with a pokemon remember?”

Michael snapped out of his delusion and stepped forward.

Professor Krane laughed a good natured laugh, “Haha forgive him, our resident shadow recover-er is still wiped out from his recent foray in the field. Now watch as we begin the processes of purification by machine before your eyes. This machine can purify up to ten pokemon at once.”

Michael pulled out a two pokeballs, the one containing Houndour, and the one with Spinarak. He released them from their captivity, and the two living machines materialized onto the purification platform. Shadow pokemon who had yet to start the process of opening their hearts were literal machines. His Houndou though, was beginning to gain some feeling, and he began to display some emotion. Many shadow pokemon, he had been told, would act up as they began to recover their emotion. His Houndour seemed to be the exception.

“These two Pokemon where very recently rescued from team Cipher and have seen minimal human care and treatment. The machine can do far more than simply purify Pokemon, because it also unlocks their sealed hearts. It can free them all in one step, though the machine takes a bit of time to do its work,” Krane said.

Professor Krane stepped over to a wall of computers and proceeded to punch in a security code. The shadow pokemon had not moved even an inch from their spot. Now, they began to fade away from sight, as the machine began to glow and dematerialize the shadow pokemon. A large circular monitor above the machine began to display information about the two pokemon that the system had absorbed. It included their physical condition, and basic information like typing, moves, and sex. There was also a small bar with a number to represent how close each of the pokemon was to purification.

“For a freshly made shadow pokemon, the machine can take as much as an entire week in order to purify pokemon. As you can see though, Michael has had the Houndour for some time. It should be complete within the next two hours. The Spinarak though, won’t be fully purified for about six days. This is proof that spending time with your pokemon accelerates the process of opening its heart, as Michael caught both pokemon with a few hours of each other, but he spent time battling with and caring for the Houndour.” Krane said.

Michael could hear various hrrms and Mhmms from the small crowd of professors. He stepped back from the chamber and moved back behind professor Krane. His mother gave him a small and light pat on the shoulder.

“Thank you Michael for willingly giving your pokemon for the experiment,” Krane gave Michael a nod, “Let us take a recess and convene when it is almost time for the Houndour to be completely purified. I am sure that you have plenty of questions that you can direct towards our staff or me. Feel free to travel to the second floor were there is a cafeteria with food and coffee. You can also enjoy a television casting the local news,” Krane finished.

With that everybody split and went about their various tasks. Every one of the staff quickly became ensnared and interviewed for information. Michael committed to quietly slip out of the room unnoticed. He hadn’t eaten lunch and wanted to hit the food before it was gone. Unfortunately for him though, sneaking out of a semi crowded room with one door was a challenge with professors prowling for questions.

An older gentleman stopped him. He looked to be about in his mid sixties and had a rather square shape for a body.

“Nice to meet you Michael. My name is Oak, professor Oak. I doubt you have heard of me, as my work pertains mainly to cataloging pokemon. Since there is not a single pokemon unique to the Orre region, the trainers I send on journeys don’t usually spend much time here, when they can gain information about pokemon in easier areas. Either way I’m curious to know how you managed to capture other trainers pokemon, especially when they know about your snag machine like Cipher does.” Oak said.

Michael looked him over, “yeah it’s kind of hard to rescue them from Cipher, because they know I’m going to try and take their pokemon. I usually have to distract them with something, and it doesn’t work often. I don’t often manage to rescue many from them.”

“Hmm yes,” professor Oak said, “I see… another question then, my boy. Are you aware of how your aura reader works?”

“I’m afraid not sir,” Michael sighed, “I know that it can tell which one is a shadow pokemon though.”

“You see that’s the thing. The aura reader doesn’t actually detect shadow pokemon, and as a matter of fact the snag machine itself is simply a hacking tool. The aura reader is perhaps more technologically impressive than that purification machine over there,” Oak said, cryptically, “Enjoy your meal then.”

Oak walked off, humming to himself.

He had left Michael with a strange information bomb. Michael went to lunch but he knew that he wasn’t going to be chewing on just food.

Michael was the first person to make it up to the cafeteria from the purification chamber. This gave him a great deal of seating and food choice. Michael picked out a decent meal for himself and sat in front of the television to watch ONBS news. They were talking a lot of how Cipher was infiltrating this place, and that place. And about general things too, like the weather, or the most recent murder in Gateon Port. From professor Krane, Michael knew that ONBS had several members infiltrate throughout the Cipher organization.

After a good twenty minutes, professor Krane came up to him.

“Michael there you are. I came to tell you some news. We are going to have to ask you to go ONBS headquarters. An old buddy of mine works there. We can’t figure out the encryption on the disk but, he could. After this thing with the chamber is done, I would like you to take it out to him,” Krane said.

“Yeah sure,” Michael said, half paying attention.

Suddenly some kind of disturbance appeared to be happening on the news channel. The sound of screams could be heard and the news reporter began shouting.

“Cut the footage,” she managed to say, before somebody came crashing through the view of the screen knocking the reporter down.

The screen went blank in a flash. A commercial came on for premium pokemon feed.

Krane looked at him in shock, “Michael scratch what I said, you have to get Pyrite town yesterday. Go, move it.”

Michael sprang into action. On his person he only had a few items. That included a few pokeballs, Espeon, and his clothing. Nevertheless, he didn’t stop to grab extra supplies. His absent brain went into overdrive as he sped out of the cafeteria and took the small service stairway down to the first floor. Not many people knew about the service area of the building. The building had a few janitors, though much of the staff never saw them because they did most of their work late at night.

From the service hall Michael jogged to the garage to grab his motorbike. Only a few people at the lab had seen what happened at ONBS, so Michael didn’t have to deal with panicking or confused people as he ran down the halls.

Michael’s feet hit the garage floor and the smell of oil gasoline, and rubber hit him. The research team parked in the garage, and that included his bike. There was a small spot in the corner were he always left his bike. As usual, it was right were he left it sitting there looking dead. He knew it would come alive to service him well though. It always had.

That motorbike had been his good accomplice for several years, and would hopefully serve him fell in the future. For now though, it had an immediate purpose.

Michael mounted the cushioned seat of his bike and stuffed his key into the slot. He twisted it and revved the engine. The garage door was always open, and only closed during the night after most of the staff had left the building. Michael gripped the handles hard and sped out of the building and into the forest. All of his muddles thoughts were left behind as he made way for Pyrite town. He knew a bad situation from a simple and uncomplicated situation. It was Cipher.

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