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animaymay · 1 month

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SxF 96 Analysis: Some Small Details About the Reveal

Ok, hear me out. I haven't even read the manga for Spy x Family (yet); I've only watched seasons 1 and 2 of the anime, but I've somehow stumbled upon spoilers for the last two chapters (ch. 95 and ch. 96), and other small bits here and there.

And since I am not totally caught up on the story, I hesitate to call this a proper analysis since I'm mostly going off of what I know from the anime at this point. But!

I've been following the chatter and excitement following chapter 96 and I just wanted to throw this quick analysis out there, since I haven't seen some of these details mentioned yet.

So, I'm going to focus on this particular moment, just for what it is. Down the line, after catching up and having all of the character and story details, I might revisit this scene again with additional insight.

Of course, I'm sure we've all seen this panel at this point.

At first glance, this panel is beautifully drawn. You can tell that it was drawn with a lot of care and attention to detail. Typically, such manga panels are used to emphasize the fact that this is an important moment for these characters and/or the story.

There are even bits of confetti(?) flying around them, reminiscent of cherry blossom petals; this is another known technique used in manga to indicate the emotional importance of a scene for the characters featured.

That all feels pretty obvious, I'm sure. But I also wanted to point out other small details given here, which could potentially add another layer to this scene for folks.

I've seen a lot of discussion around how Anya's admission here is a big deal (and it is). But I haven't seen anyone mention the small detail here that she whispers, "I can read people's minds."

I believe that is also why we see that speech bubble transparently -- to visually show us the softness of her voice in that moment (in addition to representing Anya's willingness to be transparent about herself).

However, let's consider the conversation up until this moment. Right before, Damian had jokingly asked her, "How did you know about my dog and the pond, anyway? What, did you read my mind or something?!"

Of course, he was not expecting Anya to say, "Yes". But it's not the fact that Anya said, "Yes" that makes this scene impactful. Anya could have easily said the exact same words, at normal volume, with a smirk on her face, and nobody would think twice about it. Damian would have immediately understood that she was teasing him. And anyone overhearing their conversation would have thought the exact same thing.

But that isn't what happened. Because Anya was serious in that moment. With a genuine expression on her face, she says, "Yes" and then she whispers her secret to him.

And that is what shocks Damian. That is what causes him to freeze.

In that moment, he's able to sense her sincerity and hear the truth in her words.

His gut reaction is to believe her, whether it's because it's Anya or because of how she said it. It isn't until he has a second to think and his brain kicks into gear that he starts to notice the disparity between what he knows to be true and what Anya is telling him. In a split second, he questions this, and then ultimately rejects the notion that she could be telling the truth.

Why?

The obvious answer would be that what she's told him does not line up with what he knows to be true of reality. The rational and logical part of his brain overrides his heart and his gut, ultimately recognizing this disparity and forcing him to reject Anya's claims.

However, they are at a young enough age that it wouldn't be uncommon to easily believe in "impossible" things like magic or superpowers. So, there's also a chance that it goes a bit deeper than this.

Perhaps this sudden display of sincerity and truth from Anya didn't line up with her typical behavior with him. He's not used to seeing that side of her, and as a result, his mind resorts to him thinking that she's lying to him. He thinks that she's just teasing him. Not only because that's what he expects from her, but also because the only other alternative would be for him to admit that they've just shared a true moment of openness and transparency between them.

Anya's whisper implies, "this is only for you to know." As a defense mechanism, Damian's brain decided that it was more likely that Anya was teasing him than it was that she was being vulnerable with him in that way.

Another detail from this moment stems from the fact that this reveal takes place while they are dancing together. Partner dancing is an activity that requires cooperation and teamwork. At first, we see Damian and Anya struggle with getting the hang of it, but eventually they start working together.

That, in itself, seems to be a fairly good representation of their relationship with each other. However, even more so, it follows the flow of their conversation in this moment. It isn't until they start cooperating that they start to open up to one another.

And the pinnacle of the conversation -- the reveal -- happens at the exact moment when Damian dips her. Not only does this make for a picturesque panel, but it is also a symbolic visual of what's happening.

Dipping your dance partner inherently requires a level of trust. The person being dipped has to literally put themselves in their partner's hands. Depending on the dip, they are giving up varying levels of control and safety over to their partner. They have to trust that their partner won't drop them, or bring them too close to the floor; they have to give up their balance and trust that their partner can hold the weight that they're giving up. And their partner takes on the responsibility and burden of that person's trust (as well as trusting that the person that they're dipping does not throw themselves around carelessly).

And here, in this scene, despite the bickering we see Anya and Damian do, we see that there is at least that small amount of trust between them. Anya trusts Damian to dip her, and Damian trusts Anya to be dipped.

But underneath the surface level, the fact that Anya whispers her secret to Damian while he's dipping her reinforces the idea that she trusts him with that knowledge. In that moment, she gave up some of her own control and safety, and placed it in Damian's hands. Only his. Her whisper implies, "this is only for you to know." And he's been given the responsibility and burden of deciding whether to hold it, or drop it.

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lwwife · 4 days

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Since you’re taking requests could you please do one where it’s R and Leah’s like 3 year anniversary or something and R plans out a nice surprise but Leah forgets and shows up late which upsets R a lot. Something angsty but with a happy ending 🤭

You forgot?

Angst (Happy ending), some fluff

“You forgot? You fucking forgot?! Are you shitting me right now Leah?” You scream at her, hands out.

“Baby I’m sor-“she tries.

“No! You don’t get to call me that right now. Just drive.” Leah sighed and pressed down on the pedal.

“Happy anniversary baby girl” You whisper to Leah, her eyes fluttering open at the light kisses being left all over her face.

“Mmmh” she grins and turns to you, pulling you in for a proper one. “Happy anniversary” she whispers, smiling brightly at you and then leaning in to kiss you again. Your kisses turn heated and end in some passionate morning sex, causing you both to run a little late, but you both didn’t care, claiming it had to be done to celebrate your third anniversary. Since you were now running late you had agreed to give each other your presents later tonight.

“Darling, meet me there at 6:30 okay? I’ll text you the address so you can pop it in your phone” You peck her lips, walking to the other side of the garage to get in your car.

“Babe please tell me what it is” she whines.

“No can do my love, it’s a surprise just wait and see” you grin, lowering yourself into your car.

“Ughhh” she groans, getting in her own car. You turn and give her a wink through the window as you reverse out of the garage, and you catch her rolling her eyes. You honk loudly at her, and she winds the window down.

“I better not have just seen you rolling your eyes at me missy”, she smiles guiltily but proudly, “Alright then, no more celebratory sex for you” You give her a smug grin and wind your window up.

“No baby wait!” Her calls fall on deaf ears as you roll out the driveway.

You text Leah the address once you arrive at work, along with some teasing words. The address included just the street name, and you had told her to meet you in the car park, still wanting the element of surprise for your final destination.

Your day flies by and before you know it, it’s time to leave for the restaurant. You had booked in Leah’s favourite, it was a 6-month waiting list and a lot of sweet talking, but you knew it was all worth it for your girl. After dinner, you planned to take her to the place you two first met, a local pub in Milton Keynes. You first encountered the blonde when you and your best friend were forced to share the dart board with her family, and it all skyrocketed from there. You thought it’d be a nice idea to take her back there, even though the two of you regularly went with Leah’s mum, you thought it’d be a special idea for today, just the two of you.

You changed into the outfit you had brought to work. A long black dress, with a slit down the side of the right thigh. It was Leah’s favourite dress of yours, and every time you wore it, it always ended up being almost ripped to shreds by her at the end of the night. You jumped in the car and quickly texted Leah, “Leaving now xx” before driving off. When you arrived at the restaurant you checked your phone to find your message unread. You didn’t worry too much, assuming she must have been driving on her way. You waited a while longer however there was still no sight of the blue-eyed girl. It was nearing a couple of minutes past your reservation when you decided you were going to have to go into the restaurant, knowing you’d lose the booking otherwise. Once you were seated at the table, you checked your phone—still nothing. You decided to call her, however, the phone rang out to her adorable voicemail that she hadn’t changed in 6 years.

After another 30 minutes passed and all you received was radio silence from Leah you began to worry. You knew she wouldn’t intentionally stand you up, you had been together for three years for god's sake. So, with that in mind, worrying thoughts began to run through your head. Had she been in an accident? Stabbed? God where the fuck is she! After being told by the hostess that you had already occupied an hour and a half of your two-hour booking you decided to call some of the Arsenal girls as they would’ve been the last to see her.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“Lia! Oh, thank God! I’m sorry to disturb you but I was meant to meet Leah over an hour ago and I haven’t heard from her. Do you have any idea where she is?” You rambled into the phone, receiving a few strange looks from the surrounding tables.

“Oh um, Leah!” she called out,

“Yeah?” you heard your girl on the other end of the phone,

“Y/n is on the phone; you were meant to meet her?” Lia responds,

“Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck!” Is all you hear, and you can instantly tell the Milton Keynes twang in her cuss. “Baby god fuck I am so sorry, the girls were all going out for drinks and I completely lost track of time” She tried to reason through the speaker. Your worries instantly faded but anger fuelled inside of you. The phone bruised your hand as you gripped it.

“Where. The fuck. Are you?” You quipped, tight-lipped.

“Danny’s bar, babe I’m sor-“, you hung up on her not wanting to hear the pathetic reasoning for her absence. You hurriedly exit the restaurant, sincerely apologising, not before they pull you back and force you to pay a hefty fee for the time. You pay and angrily storm to your car, driving straight to the bar where Leah is. Once you arrive you stride in, instantly spotting or rather hearing the loud group of girls. Katie calls you over and you happily waltz towards her, still in your dress. You don’t spot Leah at the table.

“Your girl is at the bar” Katie slings an arm around your shoulder,

“I don’t care” you reply, taking her drink and chugging it down.

“Finally, someone who wants to have a bit of fun!” Katie exclaims, “I’ll get us some shots.” She winks.

“Put it on Leah’s tab” you shout after her as she heads to the bar. At the sound of her name, Leah turns around to find you sat at the table. Her eyes widen and fear washes over her face. She swallows and begins to walk over to you slowly. As she goes to sit down you all but look at her and slide your handbag to reserve the spot next to you, “taken”. You still refuse to face her. Leah knows better than to plead with you now, not wanting to make a scene, so she allows you to ignore her. She nods and walks around to the other side of the table, opposite you.

As the minutes ticked by, more alcohol went down your throat. You were slightly tipsy at this point. Leah had still not spoken to you, as you refused to acknowledge her, but you could feel the burn of her eyes on you all night.

Before you knew it, everyone was starting to twinkle their way out, tipsy goodbyes being shared around. Leah, who had still not quipped a word, followed you to your car. Having been driven there by Lia, and also knowing you’d had far too much to drink to drive yourself.

You both walked silently towards the car, you with an extra rage in your step. When you made it to the door you pulled out your keys. The car squeaking noises back and forth as you kept locking and unlocking the car. Leah grabbed your hand to help, and you pulled away, hard. “Baby just let me help you unlock the car”, she pleaded.

“One, don’t call me that. Two, I don’t need help.” You scoffed, continuing to tumble with the buttons. Leah sighed, not bothered to argue with you. Once you finally got the car unlocked you headed to get into the driver’s seat before Leah grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Oh no no, you’re not driving” She states.

“What? Why?” you reply, outraged.

“Because you’ve had too much to drink, go to the other side”. You huff, sulking to the passenger side of the car.

The beginning of the drive was silent, until your mind began to sober up, and begin wondering.

“You can sleep on the couch” You quipped to Leah.

“What! Why?” She squeaked back.

“Why do you think!?” You began to raise your voice. Leah pulled over to the side of the road, knowing this could get a little messy.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, It just completely slipped my mind, I completely forgo-“

“You forgot? You fucking forgot?! Are you shitting me right now Leah?” You scream at her, hands out.

“Baby I’m sor-“she tries.

“No! You don’t get to call me that right now. Just drive.” Leah sighed and pressed down on the pedal.

When you returned home, you marched upstairs, slamming the bedroom door. Leah remained downstairs and sighed at your loud actions. She knew she fucked up and she also knew she wouldn’t get out of this one easy. So, she began assembling everything she’d need to make it up to you.

“Baby?” Leah knocked softly at your bedroom door. She was met with silence. “Baby? Can I come in?”. Silence again. Leah decided to softly open the door. Attempting to squeeze through, but struggled due to her current clothing, and accidently pushed the entire door wide open.

She stood there, a little embarrassed, head to toe in a pumpkin costume, flowers in hand, and a small trolley that looked like she had stolen from her little cousin behind her. She smiled softly and awkwardly. You had to stifle back a laugh, covering it with a small cough at the sight. You remained silent.

“I’m sorry, I really am” she whispers. “Let me make it up to you?” she smiles softly, lifting the flowers. You couldn’t stay mad at her little face enclosed in her pumpkin hat. So, you softly nodded and smiled. She smiled brightly and practically ran to you.

You both lay in bed naked, sat up against the headboard, Leah’s costume tossed on the floor, her arms around you, your back to her front. The trolley of food is empty, and the smidges of melted chocolate are still visible on both your bodies. “You’re a twat you know?” You turn your neck slightly to turn up and look at her. She smiled down at you.

“I know” she frowns.

“But you’re my twat” you smile. She laughs at your absurd and cheesy words.

She leans into your lips softly smiling, “That I am”.

A/n: First time writing in a few months! Hopefully this is okay and everyone enjoyed :)

As always, kind feedback, along with any questions, discussions, and convos are always welcome in my inbox!

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alotofpockets · 20 days

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About time | Keira Walsh x Lioness!Reader

Where your feelings for one of your best friend's finally comes to light.

My first Keira fic for her birthday, hope you like it :) @scribblesofagoonerr thank you for the idea!

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Keira's birthday fell during England training camp this year, this meant that the focus wouldn't really be on her as everyone was busy training, but you wanted her day to be special, so you started planning some things.

Your roommate Leah watched you call around, plan, and organise everything. “You're doing an awful lot for Kei's birthday.” The captain commented, hinting at an underlying reason for you to be putting so much effort into one of your best friend's birthday while none of the rest of the group was making a big deal out of it, but you just shrugged, “She deserves her day to be about her and not just football.” Leah knowingly shook her head. “Sure, you're right.” It was known amongst most of the team that you had feelings for the midfielder, even when you had never spoken those words out loud.

You would have training in the morning, so your plan was to take Keira, along with Leah, Georgia, and Lucy to some tourist attractions around the city you were currently staying in. Making the reservations for the attractions and dinner. The girls were all in on your plan, only Kiera didn't know about it. Your plans weren't until late, because you would have a plane to catch in the morning.

After an intense training session, everyone sat down for lunch together. Happy birthday was sung for the birthday girl, before everyone dug into their food. During dinner Sarina asked for everyone's attention. “Listen up team, there has been a change in our schedule. Our flight for tomorrow has been cancelled, so we're taking an earlier flight today. Let’s finish lunch within half an hour and then pack our bags and head out.” At the news you dropped your sandwich and walked out of the room, Leah and Lucy were quick to follow. “Everything is ruined.” Say as you notice them following you into the hallway. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure you can get a refund on the reservations you made.” Lucy tried reassuring you. “It’s not about the money, Luce.” Leah decides to push it, “Then what is going on, they’re just some activities, I’m sure we can do something else after we land.”

“Because I love her, and she deserves the perfect birthday day.” The words leave your mouth before you even realise. Your eyes widened when you saw that Georgia and Keira had joined. The latter her eyes had widened at your confession too. “Lucy, Leah, let’s go pack our bags.” Georgia grabbed both their arms before they could say no.

As Georgia whisked away Lucy and Leah, you felt your nerves kick in. What was Keira thinking? Her face was hard to read, you could read a mix of surprise, confusion, and a slight warmth. “You.. you love me?” She finally spoke, her voice filled with uncertainty.

You weren’t able to meet your best friend’s eyes, too nervous about what her expression had changed to. “Yes, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to find out this way, and definitely not on your birthday. Today is supposed to be about you, and I ruined it.” Keira steps forward, and slowly reaches out to touch your arm. “You didn’t ruin anything, if anything you made it unforgettable.” You allow yourself to meet her gaze. “Yeah?” Keira nods, “Best birthday present ever.”

A wave of relief washes over you, you hadn’t expected Keira’s response. But what did it mean? As if she could read your mind, Keira spoke again. “For what it’s worth, I feel the same way.” Your breath catches in your throat, “You do?”

Keira nods, and moves even closer to you. She looks between your eyes and your lips, when she sees you do the same, she leans in and presses her lips gently on yours. You kiss her back instantly, you had imagined this moment many different times, but the way her lips moved against yours was better than you could have ever imagined.

You break apart when you hear shuffling on the other side of the door. She grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevators. “I think we have a plane to catch.” You follow her with a smile, and a happy heart. “There is actually one more thing that could make this the perfect birthday.” She said nervously once you entered the elevator. This immediately piqued your interest, you wanted her to have the best birthday ever. “Will you be my girlfriend, y/n?” Your smile grows impossibly larger. “Yes, I would love to.”

Hand in hand you walk into your shared hotel room, only to find the rest of the girls all staring back at you. “Does this mean…” Leah asks hopefully. “That she’s my girlfriend? Yes it does.” You say while squeezing Keira’s hand. Saying that out loud for the first time sounded so right. The three of them congratulate you with hugs before G interrupts the get together. “I hate to break the love birds up, but you two need to pack your bags.”

The two of you walk into the main entrance of the hotel hand in hand, which does not go unnoticed by your fellow teammates. “Is this finally happening?” Beth asks for all the wondering minds.”Yes it is.” Keira puts her arm around you and kisses your head. “It was about damn time!” Beth giggles, and earns a few comments in agreement. “Alright team, let’s head to the airport.” You're escorted back to the bus that will take you to the airport, and you not once let go of Keira’s hand, not caring what the public saw. You were happy, and nothing could break your little bubble.

As you boarded the bus with Keira by your side, a newfound sense of elation filled your heart. Despite the sudden change in plans and the unexpected confession, the day had unfolded in a way you could never have imagined. Keira's smile was all the confirmation you needed that your feelings were reciprocated, and as the bus hummed with the chatter of your teammates, you couldn't help but steal glances at her, revelling in the warmth of her hand in yours, and what the future would hold for the both of you.

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y/n_y/l/n: Some would say this was long awaited. Who would've thought revealing your feelings would mean you get the girl. Happy birthday @keirawalsh x

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aleksa-sims · 4 months

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RL Simself Story

Finally arrived at home after a long day at the hospital. N. & I had planned to see each other later, but we'll catch up on our date tomorrow. I was so tired... My family was exciting waiting for me at home. My Mom made dinner. She and Ana immediately wanted to see my Baby's first Ultrasound pic.

My Mom took my Baby's pic and hung it up on the wall next to Ana’s and my photo in a empty, nice frame, where Daniel's & my pic was before.😔 A nice gesture to show me, that she is happy about my Baby. Though the situation was still a bit tense. My Dad wasn’t upset or anything, but he usually didn’t say anything, when we talked about Nico's & my Baby. He was also happy for me, supported me and all this, but he was more reserved when it came to my pregnancy. He was worried about my Baby’s development & health due to the meds I was taking.🙁

After dinner I played with my cat. Ana & I constantly took pics of Lucky. He’s so cute, he really enjoed posing for us. Lucky loved it at my parent's place. He was so happy here. Meanwhile it became his new home.

I missed my room & my bed, while I was at my grandparents. Here it's just more comfortable for me. My bedding smelled wonderful. Soft & pleasantly fresh. Idk how my Mom does it, but she, her/our home and stuff, always smells perfect. I was even often asked at work by co-workers, who sat next to me in the office, what kind of nice smell this is on my clothes? Anyway! Even though I slept well, the next morning I didn't feel good.

I realized that I usually felt nauseous in the morning after waking up since I was pregnant. I had to eat something to get rid of my nausea. I just didn't know that yet at that time. My Mom heard me in the bathroom. I coughed and choked, my stomach was empty but my body still reflexively tried to throw up. Anyone who’s ever been pregnant knows what I mean. However, after I was.... done, I was totally exhausted but I felt a relief. As I washed my hands, my Mom came to me in the bathroom. She immediately started scrubbing the toilet.😅🤦‍♀️She's such a neat FREAK!

Me: Mom? What are you doing? I was just about to clean the toilet.

Mom: It's ok. You can take a shower so you will still have enough time for breakfast before going to work. I just wanna help you... I know how you feel rn. It's.... not fair.

Me: Not fair? What do you mean?

Mom: Well, having a child... Everything always stucks with us women. Pregnancy, delivery and even later. But you're not alone, A. Your Dad are there.

Me: I know. Thanks. But N. will help me too. He wants that.

Mom: Why isn’t he with you? He promised to be there for you. But to me it seems... Nico doesn’t add anything to all this. I mean... your Baby will need a room, a bed, a stroller and many other little things. Like I said, your Dad and I will handle all this. But I think Nico or his parents should add something too. They are doing a lot better financially than us, A. I hope you don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to argue with you or him. But you should tell his Mom. They need to know you’re pregnant. He will soon have to go abroad again. His parents should also help a bit.

Me: You're right! I'm gonna talk to him later. But about N. & me, you're wrong! It was my fault.

Mom: When he was sleeping with you, he didn’t mind you being married. Now that it’s getting serious, you’re pregnant, he suddenly got doubts?

Me: Yea, that's right. He'd say I failed him. He trusted me, but I hesitated with the divorce. You know?

Mom: Look, I’m staying out of your.... relationship. But some important details, you should make clear to him!... For Nico nothing has really changed. He will continue to play soccer, live abroad and you will be here alone with your child. Make sure he will support you financially! Tell his family, A.!

And again, my Mom was right! 🙁I'll be here alone. I have to sort all these things out with him. We don’t have much time left. Only 2 months! In September he has to go back abroad.

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thefangirlofhp · 6 months

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25. fireplace

“Now why would I do that?”

Elain looks over from her Herbology textbook at Azriel, hunched over the long table reading yesterday’s print of The Daily Prophet. Next to them, Rhysand and Cassian have settled into a game of chess a few minutes ago.

“Come on, mate,” Rhys persuades him, from where he’s sitting next to Elain. “Mum would love to have you there. We’d have proper fun. Cassian’s coming.”

Cassian snaps his head up from the chess board and pointedly glares at Rhys. “I said I’m going if Az is.”

“Shut up,” Rhys waves him quiet. “Mor will be there.”

“She’s your cousin, of course she is,” Azriel replies, uninterested, as he turns a page. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Now you aren’t,” Rhys argues. “But it’s not for another two weeks. Eh? I could lend you guys some of my clothes, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting fitted or anything. Better yet, Mum would make you robes on the spot if I tell her you’re coming.”

“Rhys, man,” Azriel sighs, and lays a scarred hand flat on top of the newspaper. “I’m really honored you want me there, but it’s not my crowd.”

“It’s a New-Years ball, at my parents’,” Rhys reiterates. “We’ll fuck around with the guests for a bit, steal a couple of drinks, break into Dad’s office, and have fun at my place. What about that isn’t your crowd?”

Azriel blinks down at the paper, quiet, as a muscle in his jaw flickers. Cassian glances at him, before turning back to Rhys.

“Maybe drop it?” Cassian suggests quietly. “Don’t pressure him.”

“You’re gonna make a move or not?!” demands a chess piece, that Rhys promptly moves before looking back at Azriel.

“What are you even going to do over the holidays?” Rhys asks. “Stay here alone all break?”

“I’ve got work to catch on,” Azriel replies quietly. “I’m way back.”

“Hey, I’ve got you covered on that,” Rhys presses. “And the professors understand. Come to the ball, change of air. What do you say?”

Elain leans against the table edge, watching Azriel purse his lips tightly.

“Sleep on it,” she suggests softly, as three pairs of eyes swivel to her. “Could be nice. Does he have to answer now?” she asks Rhys.

“No,” he quickly answers. “No, of course. She’s right. Think it over, yeah? You can’t let Cass go alone.”

Azriel nods once. “I’ll think about it.”

Rhys nods and returns to his and Cassian’s chess game. Elain meets Azriel’s eyes and offers an encouraging smile.

“Oh, and Elain, you’re welcome too, obviously,” Rhys remembers, a few minutes later. “Sorry, it slipped my mind.”

“Thank you,” she smiles politely. “It’d be a pleasure, but I’ve got plans with my family for the holiday.”

“Ah,” Rhys blinks. “That’s a shame. But have fun, yeah.”

She smiles again, and returns to her Herbology and swirling thoughts. She, too, like Azriel is very much behind on their work. Only Azriel has a plausible and legitimate reason but Elain’s is her lost grasp on reality. The stress makes it worse, as she’s realized, and this state of hers only generates more for her to worry over and on goes the vicious cycle.

She does think a change of scenery would be good for him; this year has been rough on all of them, but for Azriel it’s been one punch after the other. From being interrogated almost monthly by the Ministry aurors for potential relations to Hybern’s supporters (an unfortunate consequence of being the Shadowsinger family’s heir, the first actual shadowsinger in several generations) and most recently his mother’s passing away. Elain feels as if it has upended his life in a way, as whatever boy he was before this was no longer found in the aftermath. Azriel had left the school to bury her, and what came back was a solemn and reserved young man—granted he has always kept to himself, to a certain degree, but it was attributable to his shy nature and unique personality. But something was different, now, and Elain hopes it is only the grief.

When most of the students in the Great Hall have retired to their dormitories, and Elain’s too drowsy to make sense of the blurring words on the pages, Azriel takes a look at her and folds up the newspaper neatly.

“Come on,” he climbs over the table and shuts her textbook. “Bed.”

She yawns. “But ‘m not tired.”

“Elain, do you really want to risk actual sleep for half-assed no-yield studying?” Azriel packs her things up into her bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Could you guarantee another chance to sleep?”

She stands up, and follows him to the doors. “You’re right,” she mumbles. “But I want to stay up with you. I know you’re not getting any sleep.”

“I’m fine,” he replies. “It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Don’t have to,” she insists. “I’m right as rain.”

Azriel sighs. “Yeah. Plans with your family over the holidays? Since when?”

“Well, I am going to see Nesta, and spend time with Father,” Elain frowns. “What’s so unbelievable about that?”

Azriel raises a brow at her. “Didn’t you say your Father’s in Brazil?”

Elain blinks. “I actually forgot about that. But I’m going home, nonetheless. And you should stay with the Blackwoods. I hate to think of you here alone.”

“Look, let’s agree to suspend our mutual worry for each other and just focus on our own selves, how about that?”

Elain snorts. That meant she was winning. They reach the Hufflepuff corridor, and Elain turns to Azriel. “Hey,” she reaches out and squeezes his hand. “Think it over, really, okay?”

His eyes flicker over her face, his own unreadable and encrypted with his narrowed brows and clenched jaw. “I will,” he replies softly.

“Liar,” she breathes out.

He pauses.

“What are you hiding?” it is a rhetoric question, of course. If she thought whatever he had going on was something he could actually talk about, she’d have long ago pressed him for answers. But Elain kept his mother’s passing in mind, the bare minimum of excuses, while keeping a close eye on him. But she supposes what she wants to say is something like; I see you and I don’t understand, but I see something is the matter.

Azriel shakes his head a beat late. “Nothing,” he softly lies, and she supposes he knows already by now she can hear the lies just as well as the truth. “Good night, Elain.”

She watches him go. “Night, Az.”

#hogwarts!au #strikes again #reader: so it's really either a short nonsensical word vomit or an intricate scene from a fic with insider references and details #to the overall plot that you're not really revealing?#me: uh yeah :)) yes you are correct :))#elain archeron #rhysand #cassian #hufflepuff!elain #ravenclaw!azriel #slytherin!rhysand #gryffindor!cassian #no i will not accept any different houses this is final #although i would turn a blind eye to rhys being in ravenclaw but his slytherin characteristics are overwhelming #maybe one day i'll get to sit down and write this entirely #when i'm done with apaixonar and the last chapter of loea #hogwarts elriel #because i am a sucker for that #cheers

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artaefact · 2 years

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1:08 a.m. || 0.5k+ words | fluff, comfort, established relationship au, boyfriend!jaemin | na jaemin x f reader | pg-15 | kissing scene

author’s note: happy birthday to the bestest boi 🥰🥰

Clicking the spacebar of your laptop, you pause the movie rolling on your screen. Silence fills your room as you tilt your head in confusion. After waiting for a moment or two, you are about to continue your movie, when the knock starts again. Brows furrowing, you climb out of the warm comfort of your blankets to investigate the source of the incessant knocking on your window. You pull your curtains slightly, peeking outside only to see Jaemin smiling at you, precariously hanging on the tree of your front yard.

You open your window to let him in. “What the hell are you doing here?” You check the wall clock of your room. “This late?”

“Well, can’t I see my girl without any particular reason?”

You cross your arms, scepticism written all over your face. “Uh-huh.”

“What were you doing?” He changes the subject, plopping down on the foot of your bed.

“Watching a movie.”

He gasps dramatically. “Without inviting me over?”

You fail to keep your straight face at his question, moving closer as he winds his arms around your waist. “You’ll distract me, and I won’t be able to focus.”

“So, you won’t continue watching now?” And in that moment, you know your boyfriend just needs to be with you.

“Maybe later, since you’re here now,” you cup his face and place a chaste kiss on his lips. Then another, and another. He laughs softly, revelling at your affections for him as he stares up at you with his sparkly eyes.

“Beautiful boy,” You murmur, caressing his cheekbones as his palms settle on your hips. Then you nudge your nose against his, slotting your lips in a slow kiss. Smiling into the kiss, he taps on your thighs for you to straddle his lap. And you comply, winding your arms around his neck.

After a few moments, you both pull away to catch your breaths. He stares at you in adoration while you weave your fingers through his dark locks.

Jaemin can get used to this—having you in his arms, savouring your presence so close to him. It’s like all the troubles he faced today just melts away from his mind whenever he’s in your presence.

He smiles up at you for a moment then beckons you to lay on your back (after carefully setting your laptop aside). He lays himself on top of you, snuggling his face on the crook of your neck. You wrap your legs around his waist, hugging him equally tight.

“Missed you,” he mumbles, breathing in your familiar scent. “So much.”

“Missed you too.” You kiss his temple. “I wanna see your handsome face.” Jaemin chuckles and have you both lay on your sides to face each other with his arm still drape on your waist, keeping you close to him.

No words are exchanged between you both besides your quiet breathings and loving stares until a deep sigh slips past Jaemin’s lips.

“Long day?” you ask softly, peering into his eyes.

He nods in response.

Without asking further question, you place your right palm on his left cheek, tracing his delicate features with your thumb. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Jaemin merely moves his arm on your waist. His hand engulfing yours on his cheek, turning his head slightly to place a kiss on your palm.

“You already did.”

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Got two requests (one sfw, one nsfw), but I'll send the separately.

First one (sfw):

S/O has a memory foam mattress or topper (for medical reasons or because it's comfy), and their Bad Batch boy (and anyone you'd like to include) sleeps in it for the first time.

Would they enjoy it? Do they struggle with it because it's so different? Or do they just sink in, completely in comfortable bliss? How would their first night on one end up? And if they need to adapt, how are the nights after?

(Also, Wrecker would def be like in that one vine where he puts his hand on the memory foam and go "it remembers me")

Whaaaat? Okay that's... that's... interesting I guess XD Let me give it a try :D

The Bad Batch x Reader - Memory Foam Mattress Madness

Hunter

He isn't very impressed when you come up with the idea.

"Do we really need such nonsense?"

He thinks it's some overpriced thing no one really needs but so far he hadn't actually tried it yet. It needs some sweet talking from you to make him give in and give it a try, but not without letting you know that he thinks it's nonsense.

But as soon as he slept on it a night or two, he feels pretty comfy with this new thing and loves to cuddle up with you on it.

"Not so bad after all, is it?", you ask him teasing.

He mumbles softly, "Yeah, yeah, Mesh'la, you were right, of course" kissing your cheek.

Echo

He is open to the idea, a little skeptical, but still open-minded, but only because it was your suggestion. If someone else suggested this type of mattress, he probably wouldn't go for it.

"As long as there's enough room to cuddle, I'm fine," he says with one of his sweet, warm smiles reserved just for you.

He'll actually put some thought into it, trying to finde the right one with you. He is patient as you look around and try them out.

Echo happily wraps his arms around you as you try the mattress at home for the first time.

"I think this was a good idea, we really needed some comfort", he says and kisses your forhead.

Wrecker

He is curious and will look at it with you. Wrecker quickly catches fire for the idea, not only because it is yours, but also because he is a cuddly bear and a cozy cuddle corner is a must for him.

"Let's buy a mountain of pillows to go with it".

Of course you like the idea, what could be better than cuddling with your big bear?

At home when the mattress is in place, he strokes the surface and says enthusiastically, "It remembers me"

Somewhere from the background snarles Crosshair: "Every mattress remembers your fat ass".

"Shut up! You're just jealous, beanpole"

You smile at him.

From the background you hear Crosshair again, "If I hear any naughty noises coming from your corner tonight, I'm going to get the water hose"

Tech

You will almost regret that you made the suggestion. Tech likes the idea, but he's overly picky about the selection.

"The density and hardness have to be right."

He tries out a thousand mattresses and every time he finds something wrong with them. You are in the store almost all day, even the salesman has had enough of you by now, but Tech doesn't let himself be distracted. If he's going to do this, he's going to do it right.

At a certain point you are so tired that you almost fall asleep on one of the sample beds when he finally exclaims: "This is the one, this is the one!

Once you've paid and are on your way back, you can't get back home fast enough for fear he might want to go back and try something else.

"This is going to be a very comfortable bed," he says with conviction.

"I certainly hope so"

Crosshair

He looks at you as if he has to think about whether you are still completely sane.

"Memory foam mattress?" he asks.

You nod with a hopeful smile and he rolls his eyes, sighing.

"You're doing it again, that smile you always use to soften me up".

"Is it working?"

He sighs again.

"Come on before I change my mind".

When the mattress is finally there, he enjoys it too, though he won't really admit that.

"it's good isn't it?"

"Sure, as long as you like it and we don't have to go out again to get a new mattress"

"I think it's great"

"Awesome" he says dryly, grumbling softly as you kiss his chin, but his arms close around you a little tighter.

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

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A gems djinn: chapter 7

"So..." Connie rubbed her nape bashfully, "If you guys have no reservations...I kind of was hoping to stay here with you." Connie asked Amethyst, Garnet, and Pearl.

Pearl stayed silent at first as she folded her arms. "It's not my choice. I don't live here," she spoke, her voice full of mistrust but a bit of guilt. "It's up to you two." She turned to Amethyst and Garnet.

"Well, if that's the case. The little fusion said, jumping and catching Connie in a glomp. "I say stay, Nini." Garnet smiled up at the Djinn.

"Well, not like we don't have the room or you don't have a room yourself. We can change it to be more than a chest temple," Amethyst stated before joining Garnet in hugging the Djinn. The three friends reunited after centuries.

"They're really close, aren't they?" Steven stated, looking at the three.

"They were old friends, hell, Kahanni...Connie and her parents were basically being crescent gems themselves," Onyx stated with a sad smile, "except for not being gems, but you know being friends and all."

Steven hummed at that before stretching. "Guess we should make our way home then."

"Aww, you don't wanna stay for a bit, Stevie!?" Amethyst asked, rubbing his head like an aunt or a big sister, "Today was a victory for the Crescent gems. We should celebrate."

Pearl hummed, unsure of that as well, thinking that the return of Connie was a bad omen. 'Who sent Kanaraka after Connie's chest, and who even knew about her,' Pearl wondered internally as she rubbed her chin, her black sclera and lightly gray Iris eyes narrowing a bit.

"Well, we can't ignore the fact that those Kanaraka was after Connie's chest," Pearl finally spoke up, her tone still reserved. "We need to be cautious. We don't know who is behind this or what their motives are."

Amethyst and Garnet exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of Pearl's words.

"You're right, Pearl," Amethyst acknowledged. "We can't let our guard down just because of Connie's back. We need to be vigilant and protect her."

Connie pursed her lips in a thin line of annoyance. "Hey now, I'm quite the powerful Djinn, you know? I don't need to be put under house arrest."

"No one was thinking that, Nini." Garnet assured her before turning to Pearl and Amethyst. "Right?"

Amethyst nodded, rubbing the small gem head. "Of course not. Though, Ni' here been out of commission for the better part of a millennia. She needs to accumulate to this new world."

Onyx looked at Pearl, who gave a curt nod before facing away and seeing a slight hidden sneer on her face. She sighed, knowing her old friend well enough that she could see what was going through Pearl's mind.

'Of course, she would be suspicious.' Onyx rubbed her eyes, only feeling the conversation that Pearl would want to have with her over Kahanni... Connie's return and Steven's new role as her 'lamp'.

Onyx looked over at the Djinn and how she was sitting down with crossed legs as Garnet, Amethyst, and Steven spoke with her, explaining what a tablet was seeing the Djinn's eyes widened in amazement. It was difficult to see anything more than a curious nineteen-year-old girl.

'Definitely hard to see her as an envoy for the Arcana.' Onyx thought as Pearl tapped her shoulder, getting her attention.

"Can I talk to you?"

Onyx pursed her lips, humming in slight discomfort. Pearl's tact could still use work after all these years.

Onyx nodded before turning to the four younger residents. "Steven, gonna speak with Pearl a bit before going. Be ready by the time I'm back."

"Come on, Ma. I'm Eighteen, you can trust -"

"Not today I can... remember, your new bond is still very unstable, and the increase need to be with Connie it brings," Onyx reminded her son, causing Steven to blush a bit. "Besides, school starts back in a couple of days. Take the time to relax and study a bit during your last days of spring break."

"Mom, I'm fine, and I-"

"Study!?" Connie called with a smile as she changed into a blue wisp and floated from Amethyst and Garnet to appear behind Steven, hugging his neck gently as she hovered behind him, "Studying what?" She asked, an excitable and ravenous look in her eyes.

"You ok?" Steven questioned, chuckling a bit at the Djinn's excitement

"I love learning new things!" Connie all but bounced in mid-air, "I've been dead for so long, and despite our bond giving me enough knowledge to operate socially, I still want to learn about this new modern world."

"Maybe I should let you go to class in my place then." Steven joked with a laugh while Connie's eyes widened at the thought, a look of excitement on her face.

"I can do that!" Connie nodded, " I can shapeshift into you and go in your place."

"Wait, can you do that?"

" I'm a Djinn, I'm magic! That ain't nothing!" Connie smiled.

"I'll never miss a day again," Steven whispered in shock.

"You can up your Crescent gem training while Connie goes to class in your place," Garnet added excitedly.

Amethyst smirked, saying nothing as she rubbed her chin in thought. "I mean.. that's not a bad idea... Would definitely help you get more use to the magic side of the world if you had a few more field missions and excursions."

"Hey, no. Don't even think about it, Steven," Onyx chuckled, her heart warming at the sight of their antics. "Don't renege on our deal now, Nero," Onyx reminded her son using his middle name.

"You do remember our deal, right?"

"Yes, mom." Steven sighed, "Have to balance normal life and magic life."

"and." Onyx urged her son, who muttered the next part, "I can't hear you."

"gotta maintain at least a B average in school."

"right and you can't maintain that if Connie goes for you." Onyx gently reprimanded him. "Besides, wouldn't you want to impress her with your knowledge and dedication."

"I guess that's true."

"Awww!" Connie moaned disappointed, pouting a bit, "How am I supposed to learn about this new world?"

"Same as you always did. Exploration and discovery, sure Garnet and Amethyst would love to show you around." Ony smirked as the two gems nodded

"Me too," Steven announced, squeezing the Djinn's hand.

Connie giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Fine, fine," she said, releasing her hold on Steven. "I'll let you have your precious school days. But you better teach me everything you learn!"

"Deal!" Steven exclaimed, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"Just don't forget your studies," Onyx reminded him again, "last semester or not, you can't just jump to being Connie's full-time tutor."

"Aw, come on, Mom," Steven protested. "It'll be fun! And Connie's really smart. Sure, she could teach me a lot as well, and we could teach each other a lot."

"I'm sure she could, and you two will." Onyx agreed with a nod. "But that's not the point. Connie needs to learn how to live in this world without relying on you." Onyx relented a bit. "and you both gotta learn to live with your new pact you two are in, making sure you balance your individuality and independence while nurturing your bond naturally." She reminded the two.

"We know." Steven and Connie spoke simultaneously before looking at each other.

"You're doing it again."

"Me, you're talking when I'm talking."

"See!"

Steven and Connie glared at each other before their eyes narrowed, chuckling and giggling, respectively.

As they continued to chat and laugh, Onyx smiled at the sight of her son and his newfound companion. Despite the lingering concerns about Connie's return, she felt a sense of hope and optimism.

She turned her attention to Pearl, who was waiting patiently by the door. "Let's go."

As they stepped outside, the sky was ablaze with a thousand stars. The air was crisp and cold, a welcome respite from the warmth of the house.

"Pearl," Onyx began, "I know you have your doubts about Connie's return. But she's changed, Pearl. She's not the same naive girl she was centuries ago."

Pearl remained silent, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"I understand that you're worried about Steven," Onyx continued. "But we need to trust that he knows what he's doing. He's not a child anymore. He's growing into a young man, and he's quite capable as he showed today and time again and again." Onyx proudly stated.

"but"

Pearl's lips parted slightly, but she said nothing.

"We can't keep him sheltered forever," Onyx said. "He needs to experience the world and make his own decisions. And he's doing so in a fantastic way. Today events alone are a testament to that."

"You mean when he all but chewed us out."

"He was going to attack me while we were in the room. After seeing me 'kill' Connie." Onyx told Pearl, rubbing her, "he has definitely harnessed his power as Connie's lamp."

Pearl's gaze softened slightly. "I suppose you're right," she said. "But I still have my reservations."

"I know," Onyx said. "But I think we need to give Connie a chance. She deserves it."

Pearl nodded slowly. "Very well," she said. "But I'll be keeping a close eye on her."

Onyx smiled. "As expected from Gracia Forest's Black Shogun."

Peael let a small snicker, "The old epitaph, trying to butter me up?"

"Just a bit." Onyx teased as They walked in silence for a few moments before Pearl spoke again.

"So," she said. "What's the plan, we can't ignore the fact that Kanaraka was after Connie's chest," Pearl spoke up, her tone still reserved. "We need to be cautious. We don't know who is behind this or what their motives are.

"That's true," Onyx said. "We need to start searching some of our channels, maybe their loose lips that are willing to spill some information."

"agreed I'll put out some feelers," Pearl said. "but we need to be careful. I doubt it was the Kanaraka plan. "

"Right, they are usually the odd-jobbers of the magic community," Onyx said. "Someone knew about Connie's chest and sent someone to get it. We should assume they knew about Connie and the Djinn as well."

Pearl nodded, "I hope this doesn't turn out to be something world-changing."

Onyx's mind raced, considering the implications of Pearl's words. She hated the thought but the Kanaraka's presence could very well be a sign of an advent, of something momentous that would affect not only her son and Connie (while paramount in her mind), but so too was the well-being of the entire magical community.

'I hope I'm being paranoid.' Onyx thought as they headed back to the beach house, hearing the joyful commotion as they opened the door.

Meanwhile, on a city street a ways from the beach house, A Kanaraka was struggling to get away from her attacker. Stumbling into an alley and leaning on a green wall. Their body littered with burns as they heard footsteps coming.

"STOP!" They pleaded as saw their attacker, "Let me leave, I Finder, beseech you!" the Kanaraka pleaded.

"Hmm? Finder what are you looking for in my city. And why do you smell of magic, not of earth?"

"I...that Is to say..."

"You were fighting those aliens weren't you, that how you got those cuts and whip marks to think I'd be cleaning up after them."

"I....we were sent to capture the half-breed!"

The attacker let free an animalistic snarl as her eyes glowed, her silhouette cast by the evening dimming black sun changed as something sprouted behind her.

" no...You're a..."

The Kanaraka's words turned to screams as a bright orange consumed them, leaving no blood, no bone, no ash.

"Hmm... what have you got wrapped in, Nero?" The attacker spoke in a gentle concern to herself.

"Seem you've finished up." A man who looked 21 spoke from behind her, a staff in his hand. "come on, let's go home...We got school in a couple of days, treetop."

The woman hummed before leaping towards the man her body bursting into flames as she turned to a fox sitting on his shoulder and licking his cheek.

At the click of his staff, the colors of the world return to normal, Gray graffiti walls and a reddish setting sun.

no normal humans the wiser as the duo made their way home, preparing for the next day.

#connie maheswaran #steven universe #connverse #steven universe future #older connie #steven and connie #older steven #djinn connie #a gem's djinn.#new chapter

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dailycharacteroption · 11 months

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Retrograde Revision 1: Acrobat Archetype for Rogue

(art by Robyn Bond on Artstation)

So, some of my peers on tumblr (whom I should really talk to more) sometimes go back and redo old content on their blog in an attempt to apply modern reflection and a more defined writing style to them and bring them into the modern era.

So that’s what I’m doing this week! I’ll be taking a whole week’s worth of entries from the blog’s past and redoing them, starting with my first entries back in… 2014?

Good heavens, has it almost been 10 years? It’s amazing how much of your life can change, and how much stays the same.

In any case, let’s jump right in. I won’t be doing all of my previous entries with this series, but up to a certain point when I started properly using paragraphs in them rather than the hot mess I started out with.

Our first entry is the Acrobat, an entry with literally 3 short paragraphs in the body before the adventure hooks. Definitely in need of expansion.

Without further ado, let us begin!

The human body has a fascinating relationship with physics. After all, our bipedal gait essentially means that we controlled-fall our way through our lives, to say nothing of our efforts to go beyond the limits of our bodies and go real fast, whether it be by taming fast animals and riding them or inventing wonders of engineering that go fast, sometimes in directions usually reserved for birds and marine animals.

But before we were runners, riders, and fliers, our ancient ancestors were jumpers and climbers. That lovely opposable thumb we use to engineer and build and affect our environment started out as a way to hold on nice and tight to tree branches, while the limbs themselves were powerful, able to help launch them from branch to branch, all things we can see in the rest of our primate cousins.

So what do you get when an arboreal tree climber switches to being mostly on flat land with the brain and limbs to alter their environment and most importantly, understand it? A lot of things, but the thing we’re focusing on today is how some humans develop the art of jumpling, climbing, and balancing into an art form.

Enter the profession of the acrobat! Death-defying leapers, tumblers, and balancers who perform such deeds not just to prove they can, but also give a thrill to onlookers who have not perfected these arts. It is very dangerous work though, and such individuals spend years honing their bodies and minds to finally do these things without the safety nets or cushioning pads. But even then, accidents happen.

The Pathfinder acrobat, which has it’s roots in one of the old subclasses of rogue from the early days of the hobby, uses their skills not just for performance, but also for more directly practical uses. Turns out a lot of doors (or more accurately windows) open up to you when you can just climb and leap to places that are possible entryways, but are less secured because nobody without that training would ever consider them a method of ingress.

They might be performers that moonlight as thieves, or they might be “second story specialists” in their local thieves guild, or they might simply be enthusiasts in the acts of running, jumping, and climbing that apply their skills as spies and sneaks. Either way, they are masters of going where others can’t and avoiding notice purely because nobody every looks up.

Agility is a must for acrobats, so they train with and/or modify their armor to remain flexible in it, bolstering their ability to perform physical activities while wearing protective gear, and making them even better when not wearing it.

A bad fall can spell the end for such daring leapers and climbers, so they develop good instincts and reflexes for catching themselves at the last moment, though even that can fail.

This archetype favors rogue talents that provide additional advantages to balancing, leaping, and climbing, as well as those that let them use their nimble moves in other situations such as combat.

A fairly simple archetype from the early days of Pathfinder, but still a good one. Obviously these rogues never want to be seen or engage in combat in the first place, but aside from building for their utility in moving about swiftly and with agility, definitely try building them with tumble checks, flanking, and using their mobility against foes in mind. Most importantly, use the environment whenever possible.

Being any sort of athlete requires paying a lot of attention to the needs of your body, so I can imagine that there is actually a curious dichotomy with acrobats in their relation to risk. Certainly all are daredevils, but many may not take certain risks if they would ruin their ability to perform, while others throw caution to the wind.

The arid desert steppes of Vollak are home to the indigenous catfolk population called the Mlei Mlei. Extremely distrustful of outsiders, the Mlei Mlei specialize in unique ambushes wherein each member of the war party anchors themselves to a piton driven in the rock, rappelling down and running along the walls of the canyon expertly, staying just out of reach as they deliver attack after attack.

High above the clouds, the flying city of Urbrisk is in constant competition between mages, flying warriors, and the thieves guild, all vying for mastery over the city’s airspace. For their part, the thieves guild keeps up, mastering stolen trinkets of flight, and moving so swiftly they barely seem to touch the ground.

The local lord, paranoid about thieves, guards his keep with cunning traps and locks, keeping his most prized possessions in a tower too high to be climbed… Or so he thought until they went missing. He commissions the party to retrieve his property, and capture the nimble thief so that he can avenge his wounded pride.

#pathfinder #archetype #rogue #acrobat #retrograde revision #catfolk #advanced player's guide

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thetreetopinn · 5 months

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My ADD Medication Journey - Dec 8, 2023

It's only about 8:30 pm right now, but I'm probably going to go to bed soon so I very very likely won't have any new observations to share.

Observations:

Was not able to sleep. Laid down and put in every effort to sleep, but never drifted off. Full night of insomnia.

Will continue medication but will also take melatonin tonight before bed.

Ate a couple of small granola bars before taking morning dose.

1st dose taken at approximately 8:30 am

No light-headedness like yesterday

Appetite suppression is not as prominent today, will continue to monitor

Kept a bowl of dry cereal (Crispix) on hand to slowly nibble on throughout the day.

As of 11:30 am, can confirm that appetite is very much present as would be normal

This may be due to eating something before taking the 1st dose, or slowly snacking on the bowl of cereal out of a need for calories due to yesterday's lack

Will continue to observe how appetite is affected based on when and how much I eat near, before, or after taking the morning dose

2nd dose taken at 1:15--almost forgot

Did not really notice any symptoms or changes, was far too distracted by work (more running a training class, and then heavy research)

Around 5 pm, started to feel a curious tactile sensation that I can't quite articulate, the best I can try is "I am more aware of my skin now"

It isn't uncomfortable or painful, but just slightly odd, like how I'm processing sensation is just tweaked just a little bit.

Mild fatigue setting in around 6-6:30, assuming the medication is starting to wear off and the lack of sleep is catching up with me.

I did better about making sure I ate today, hand tremors were less pronounced than yesterday, but still slightly heightened, likely because of lower than average blood sugar.

Took a shower and experienced a drastic change in sensation--the feeling of spray on the back of my head, neck, and shoulders was substantially more pleasant and relaxing.

This experience was shocking, taking me completely by surprise. Though it only lasted about 20-30 seconds before it slowly drifted back down to the normal level.

By 7:30, the lack of sleep the previous night was catching up with me. I had planned on doing overtime due to workload at work, but the fatigue has caught up with me so I bowed out.

I'm noticing that it's much easier to get goosebumps. It's not unpleasant or uncomfortable and it doesn't impact my ability to function, but I'm very aware of it.

I had planned on taking a sleep aid tonight, but I may not need it. I will reserve the right to change my mind if I find I can't fall asleep or stay asleep.

Was mistaken thinking I had melatonin, when I have an antihistamine packaged as a night time sleep aid--diphenhydamine 25mg per tablet, following recommended dosage of 2 tablets before bed

#ADD #ADHD #Attention Deficit Disorder #Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder #Medication #Journal #Smokey's ADD Meds Journey #OH MY GOD THE SHOWER WAS SO GOOD #PLEASE TELL ME THAT IS GOING TO STICK AROUND #I COULD HAVE JUST MELTED #Funky tactile sensory perception is funky #Goosebumps all over the place #Exhausted from insomnia #Zzzzzzzzz

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patrochillesvibes · 8 months

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what are you favorite kinks for achilles and patroclus? 😈

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Welcome to my Ted Talk

Brat Play

Achilles is a brat. Don’t @ me. Homer wrote him that way.

A brat is a type of submissive. They are rebellious, pushy, and mouthy. They deliberately provoke attention. Remind you of anyone?

Aside from being a particular brand of flirty and a rather playful BDSM play, bratting is a way this type of sub establishes trust. BDSM is all about trust. Subs hand control over to their Doms, and this cannot be done safely and consensually without trust. Brats don’t submit without a fight because it’s how they measure who they can trust. Think of it as the saying; ‘if you can’t handle me at my worst they you don’t deserve me at my best.’

There’s incredibly strong and profound trust between a brat and their Dom. Who is the dear companion? The most beloved? The advisor and supporter? The one who is reserved and kind? Whose description matches that of a Dom? Patroclus. Achilles has the deepest trust and the deepest love for Patroclus. It is Patroclus who he respects. It is Patroclus he has given control to. It is Patroclus who cares for him in return. And that is the textbook Dom/brat relationship.

Impact Play/Spanking

There’s a lot of variety in impact play. There are endless reasons why people find it enjoyable.

With Achilles, I think a lot of the appeal relates to brat play and funishment. Brats misbehavior to rile up their Dom. They push back and break rules. And what is the result of bad behavior? Punishment. Committing and carrying out punishment is the ultimate display of dedication and love to a sub. You care enough to help them be better. And that’s why brats act out. They want to see if the other person really does care about them or if it’s all talk.

I think they also enjoy it because Achilles is a demi-god. It’s a fun challenge to push the limits of his body.

You could also argue that it acts as a great stress relief and emotional outlet. Achilles spends the end of the Iliad wrecked with grief. He bratted too hard resulting in the death of his beloved. He could use some catharsis.

Size Kink

“He pointed to the trail of fine, dark hair that ran down my chest and over my stomach. He paused, and my face grew warm.”

Between Achilles staring at Patroclus’ junk in chapter 10 and Patroclus having poor self-image, I’m convinced that Patroclus is hung. Why else stare at cock? Achilles is a cock slut and a size queen. You cannot change my mind.

Primal Play

Rough, raw, aggressive, animalistic sex. It’s about instinct and urges. It is deeply emotional. Like most kink, there’s a lot of variety with this kink. The most basic play involves a hunter (Dom), a prey (sub), and the chase (or struggle) for dominance.

What does Patroclus do throughout TSoA? He chases Achilles. Achilles goes to Pelion. Pat goes after him. Achilles goes to Skyros. Pat goes after him. Achilles goes to Troy. Pat goes with him. Achilles goes to the underworld. Pat goes after him. Then there’s the fact that one of their favorite games to play was running. Who was always the one always trying to catch up in those races? 😏

Look me in the eye and tell me they’re not into grappling for dominance before fucking till they black out?

Breeding

I can't believe I almost forgot this one

There was tautness to his voice I had not heard before. ... “Do you want to?” he asked. I saw the struggle on his face. Jealousy was strange to him, a foreign thing. He was hurt, but did not know how to speak of it. I felt cruel, suddenly, for bringing it up. ... “If you wanted it, it would be all right.” Each word was carefully placed; he was trying to be fair. ... The relief on his face filled me with sweetness.

Achilles is enraged at the idea that someone else gets to have Patroclus' baby. If anyone has that honor, it should be him. Obviously 🙄 And I think Pat is into it too based on some phrasing from that chapter (you know that dark-haired child looked like Achilles.

And I think tying into this is creampie kink. (I mean, nothing is hotter than watching seed drip down thighs)

Gender Play

Achilles spends an extended period of time living as a woman. It takes a trick from the crafty Odysseus to out him. There is absolutely no way they didn’t not fuck while Achilles wore a peplos (dress). And you know it got them crazy aroused.

(I’m a big fan of genderchilles. Let Achilles be trans/fluid/bi-gender/genderqueer etc.)

Foot Fetish

“Up close, his feet looked almost unearthly: the perfectly formed pads of the toes, the tendons that flickered like lyre strings. The heels were callused white over pink from going everywhere barefoot. His father made him rub them with oils that smelled of sandalwood and pomegranate.”

Pretty self-explanatory there.

I could go on as I have a lot of kinks that I like for this couple. But for this ask I’ll just stick with what can be based in canon.

What are your kink hcs?

#ask #patrochilles #patroclus #achilles #tsoa #the iliad #tagamemnon

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lobster-tales · 2 years

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Zutaraang Week 2022 Day 1 @zutaraangtastic

Modern AU - Aged Up Characters

This work is available here on AO3.

CW: Language

By the time Katara remembered to send the ‘On my way home’ text, she was already there.

She slumped back against the wall of the elevator. The nice thing about coming back to the apartment so late is that she usually didn’t have to share the ride up with anyone. Mirrors surrounded her. She had checked her appearance in them that morning, nearly… spirits, 12 hours ago? Katara groaned to herself, making note of the changes in her visage: her braided hair was no longer neat, but frizzy with activity. Her shirt had a weird stain on it: who knows when that got there. What little makeup she wore seemed to have disintegrated, only a faint wisp of purple eyeshadow remaining.

The exhaustion really began to set in as she entered the hallway. Her briefcase was heavier, since she’d chosen to bring her work laptop home. More so as a precaution - she (hopefully) wouldn’t need it. Not after staying after hours to grind through all that paperwork.

There was the door to their penthouse–no doubt her husbands were waiting for her. That’s how everyone referred to Aang and Zuko: legally, she was only married to Aang, but it made little difference when the three of them had been in a relationship for so many years.

Katara fought through the haze in her brain as she tried to remember what day it was. Tuesday or Wednesday, right? Which day was Aang’s day to cook? Which one was Zuko’s?

She slipped the key in the lock. It didn’t matter who was cooking, just that she would open the door and smell that heavenly aroma of-

Cologne. And just cologne. Well, it was late after all: they probably ate without her and packaged up the food. A reheated meal was better than no meal at all.

She barely had time to set down her briefcase and brace herself before Aang rushed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her high into the air. “You’re home!” he crowed, squeezing her tightly.

“Aang!” she laughed, pretending not to like the attention.

When Aang stepped away, Zuko was there, his back against the wall, head bowed, arms crossed. It wasn’t like him not to greet her, or at least give her a nod of recognition.

But Katara didn’t care if he was grumpy: she was too tired to play into it. “Hiiii,” she said, trying to catch his eyes.

He answered, but didn’t meet her gaze. “Welcome home. Finally.”

Finally? The word pricked at her. She opened her mouth, prepared to unleash her day on them: the meetings, the paperwork, the coffee spill on her shirt.

But Aang spoke before her. “You want to shower first before we go?”

“Go?” she asked, confused. “Go where?”

Then it clicked: the cologne. Katara realized her husbands were both dressed up: Aang’s mousy brown vest over his white shirt, sleeves rolled up around his elbows. Zuko was more formal, a full black suit concealing the crimson collar of his shirt.

Aang’s response had a tinge of disappointment. “To… the restaurant?”

“It’s Thursday,” Zuko said abruptly, less so a reminder than a reprimand.

“Shit,” she muttered. Thursday. Thursday was fancy night. Every week, they chose one night out, rotating the restaurant choice between them. And Katara had picked this one out tonight: a seafood restaurant on the dock. One that needed a call ahead. “Oh shit, the reservations.” Her hands twined in her hair, making it messier. “Oh spirits, I totally forgot, I’m so sorry, guys.”

“It’s okay!” said Aang, though Zuko’s expression said otherwise. “They’re still open, if we leave soon, we can probably make the last round of dinner service.”

A light scowl played on Zuko’s lips. “We’d have to leave in the next ten minutes. Hope the maître d' takes bribes.”

Katara couldn’t tell if she wanted to punch him or apologize again. “Ten minutes, yes, okay.” Her mind ran through it: no time to shower, but she could remove and reapply her makeup quickly. What clothes did she have? That blue satin dress again? But she’d worn it last week: ugh, it’ll have to do.

She was halfway through planning jewelry when she entered the bathroom and saw herself again.

For Katara, appearance was less about how she physically looked, but how confident she felt. She didn’t wear makeup or nice clothes out of insecurity. If anything, it was a booster, prompting her to stand up straighter, draw power from her elegance. She had been the one who pushed for fancy night in the weekly dinner rotations: a chance to don her armor.

But tonight, no amount of armor could make her feel powerful. Not after the drag of the day. She had been holding everything in, a dam to keep back the tide. But when the coffee stain entered her field of vision, Katara couldn’t keep it back anymore. She cried.

She smeared the tears over her cheeks, trying to get ahold of herself. One bad day didn’t mean it had to be a bad evening. Katara sniffled, and splashed some water on her face.

Katara slunk from the bathroom, partially from embarrassment, to the bedroom and slipped the satin over herself. She prayed there would be no reporters, no press to blog about her: ‘Katara wears the same dress two weeks in a row’. When she had collected herself–2 minutes past Zuko’s deadline, unfortunately–she reemerged into the living room.

The overhead lights had been turned off, replaced by soft candles around the apartment, giving the room a warm glow against the cool lights of the city outside. Their smoky scents mingled in the air. Aang and Zuko were sitting together on the couch now, but stood when she entered.

“Ready?” Katara asked, slinging the silvery strap of her purse over her shoulder.

Her husbands exchanged looks. “Actually,” Aang said. “Um… maybe we should just stay in tonight.”

“... But it’s fancy night,” said Katara. “I was the one who wanted to do it, and you’re both all dressed up and I already kept you both waiting and-”

Zuko’s frustration had fallen away, replaced by… guilt? Is that what it was? “It’s okay, Katara. Don’t worry about us.”

Aang answered the question in her eyes before she even asked it. “We… we heard you in the bathroom.” Crying. That’s what he didn’t say. “Fancy night’s supposed to be fun, we don’t want you to be stressed.”

The embarrassment came back, stronger this time. “No,” she said. “This is my fault, I didn’t communicate, I didn’t think about it.”

Zuko said, “You probably had more on your mind,” before repeating, “It’s okay. We’ll just heat up the bulgogi I made last night. It’s not really ‘fancy’ but…”

“And,” said Aang, “we can watch one of your favorite movies. Or we can play a game or… I don’t know, we can relax. Whatever you want to do.”

The tears came again, but they were different this time. They didn’t feel like water over the edge of the dam, but like the dam had disappeared. She didn’t even get a good sniffle in before Aang’s arms were wrapped around her, followed by Zuko’s.

The heady mixture of their colognes warmed her. She smiled into the fabric of Aang’s shirt. “I need a new dress anyway.”

“Yeah,” Zuko said, ever tactful. “You do.”

Aang gasped. “Zuko!”

“What? She said the same thing I did.”

Aang recovered for him. “That dress still looks amazing on you, Kat.”

“Ohh.” Zuko gave her a quick apologetic smooch on the forehead. “That’s not what I meant, I was just… you know, public perception and all that. Of course you look great in it, you look great in everything.” His hand wandered to her lower back. “Or nothing.”

Despite Zuko’s lack of diplomacy, Katara giggled. She pulled her husbands in close one last time then stepped back. “I accept these terms, but only on one condition.”

The men waited patiently.

Katara said, “I get to tell you about my wack ass day.”

“Of course!” Aang said with a grin.

Zuko nodded. “I’ll make some tea.”

#zutaraang #zutaraang week 2022 #ATLA #Katara #ATLA fic #my fic #modern au #alternate universe #Aang #Zuko

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purplesurveys · 11 months

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1. What is something in your life that you feel hopeful about right now? I am just so so so SO excited for my trip to Thailand with friends. Since getting employed three years ago this will be my first Legit Break/Vacation, so it feels deserved and not as though I’m ~abandoning ship. Like yeah we have a string of events happening on the days I’m gone but for the first time ever I don’t actually feel guilty about missing them...because at this point, and probably for the first time in my career, I’m actually Tired. I just really need this breather.

Then immediately after Bangkok, my family and I are flying out to Malaysia also for a vacation, so the next two weeks will definitely feel like a breath of fresh air. It’ll suck when I’m back and have to catch up on everything I’ll miss, but at least for those two weeks I’ll remember to stay in the moment.

2. What was the last thing you worried about that turned out better than expected? Last Friday we had an event where it was supposed to be reservation-only for 75 pax, but then none of the motherfuckers who RSVP’d actually showed up and I was on the brink of hyperventilating because we had spent a fuckton’s worth of money for that event nobody arrived at and it was quickly becoming the worst flop of my career thus far – until we made the last-minute call to turn it into a public, free for all event. People poured in, people were dancing, and everyone had fun, and by the end of the night I was able to relax and have a couple of Long Island Iced Teas to finally loosen the fuck up lmao.

3. Name somewhere you are planning on visiting in the near future? Seoul is definitely the next goal, after Bangkok. But ugh visa stuff is so much work idk when I’ll be able to find the energy to drag my ass to power through the requirements.

4. How often do you go grocery shopping and how much food do you usually get in one go? We usually do it once every two weeks, and we just get the same things every time – so essentials like meat, veggies, eggs, once in a while we’ll get frozen snacks like hotdogs and fries, then instant products like coffee and noodles. We’re not a very snack-y family to begin with so we never get junk food.

5. What is a meal you eat extremely often? Or do your meals & food choices vary a lot? Our meals are varied enough to the point that I can’t say I eat one thing more often than the others...but it’s a different story when we eat out. More or less, 8 out of 10 times we go with Japanese cuisine.

6. When was the last time you felt unable or unwilling to speak your mind to someone? TODAY LOL. My associate's fresh off a breakup and this week she’s been so out of it work-wise that it’s already led to a couple of delays and a handful of mistakes I have had to fix and stuff that she forgets to do. It’s a difficult situation to be in because I can’t exactly call her out given her vulnerable situation, but it also gets unbearable when mistakes are made by the hour. I’ve been telling her to take a leave partly because I want her to take care of herself, but also because I can’t handle any more mistakes that arise purely because of personal issues. I think she thinks I’m only saying it to be nice, but honestly, if you’re going through some shit, please file the leave and look out for yourself.

7. What was the last thing you changed your mind about? Eh it was me initially wanting to do this work task but ended up delegating to my newest associate so she can learn how to do it herself, since it’ll be her first time doing so.

8. Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? Lui; we attended a listening party that I was happening to manage/run.

9. Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else's dreams? It’s usually just me in bizarre situations. No, I never think about that.

10. What is something you wish you could say to someone who is no longer in your life, or something you wish they could know? I hope Athenna has since come to the realization that she really used to have the tendency to be a shit person with intense anger management issues. I say tendency because she wasn’t always, and she would sometimes go out of her way to do Nice Friend Things for me; but when she was shitty, she really was.

11. Instead of flat earth, what do you think of the simulated earth theory, that we're basically all just a giant computer program or virtual reality? The jokes about us being Sims and it being the reason why we’ll sometimes forget why we walked into a room are funny, but it’s not something I legitimately subscribe to.

12. What worries you most about your future? Being stagnant.

13. What is something you do to feel better when you're scared? Watch BTS or have a quick play session with my dogs.

14. Who do you feel you can count on the most in life? Myself.

15. What makes you trust someone? When was the last time someone broke your trust? If I’ve spent enough time with someone I’ll usually get that a-ha moment where I sort of determine on my own, quietly, that I can trust them. Last time someone broke my trust...hmm. Not a lot of drama in my life recently but the closest incident that matches this is probably when my now-previous associate, Erin, filed her resignation just a week after she said she was very happy and was still very excited to keep learning. Like...what was the point of lying the week before lmao. This incident is more threw-me-off-guard than broke-my-trust, but still.

16. When was the last time you shared a secret with someone, and how did they react? This afternoon. Eh idk how to describe it, they just reacted the way I expected that person to react knowing their personality.

17. Are you more likely to give advice or to ask for it? Give.

18. When was the last time you felt totally lost, figuratively speaking? How about literally? Figuratively, around October 2022. Literally, last April when I had to drive home from Manila with 2% battery on my phone.

19. In what ways are you emotionally strong? In what ways are you emotionally weak? Strong: I’m pretty resilient and I’ve always been adamant and stubborn about proving myself no matter what it takes; this is also because I hate the idea of losing or people looking down on me.

Weak: I think one mistake, regardless of context or situation, is the end of the world and I will overthink mistakes to death. Criticism also bothers me (internally – although on the outside I can always fake it and make it look like I’m taking it in stride).

20. What is the strangest book you have ever read? How did you find out about it? I don’t even remember the title but anyway it was a boring read.

21. Do you prefer to watch movies or tv alone or with other people? Is there anything you refuse to watch alone? I don’t have a preference on audience size. About things I refuse to watch alone – none.

22. What was the last thing you broke? How about fixed? Last thing I broke was errrr Agi’s diaper? I was figuring out how it worked when I inadvertently ruined the Velcro for it hahaha. Idk the last thing I fixed; I’m not usually able to fix stuff.

23. Is there a sign or symbol that means a lot to you for whatever reason (eg. seeing certain animals or birds, 11:11 or other repeating numbers, syncs, butterflies, hearts in nature, etc)? Just stuff related to BTS - the two doors, 613, 00:00, 7, the color purple.

24. Do you have any personal ghost stories or paranormal experiences? Nope.

25. What do you get complimented on the most? My writing.

26. What is something unusual that you find attractive? Arm hair as long as it’s not excessive. 100% because BTS members are always white-washed and Photoshopped to death that when I see airport or off-stage photos of them with actual normal human HAIR on their bodies I pop as fuck.

27. What time do you tend to eat your first meal of the day? And your last? I have my first and last meal of the day anywhere from 6-7 PM.

28. What was the subject of the last video you watched? Can’t remember...I think it was a snippet of a vlog from one of the vloggers I normally watch.

29. When was the last time you traveled out of town, and where to? We went to Laguna last weekend to visit family.

30. How would you describe your overall aesthetic? Namjooning minus the nature and bicycles.

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whats-wild-to-you · 1 year

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Dark Horse (100 Days sequel)

[getaway]

[Soo-jin’s POV]

The rays of sun tickled my face as I turned around in bed. Despite my eyes being closed, I could sense Jay staring at me. He held his hand up, creating a shade in front of my face, which made me smile contently.

“How long have you been up?”

“Only a couple minutes.”

I snuggled in the sheets, unwilling to open my eyes. “I don’t want to get out of bed.” I whispered truthfully, making Jay giggle in return.

Getting up meant replaying the same routine as yesterday, digging up the past, opening old wounds and having uncomfortable conversations with Jay.

“You imagined this a lot differently, didn’t you?”

There was something in his voice that made me open my eyes and take a good look at him. No doubt, this was getting to him, even though he tried to appear as unaffected as possible.

He inched closer to me, caressing my cheek, brushing loose hair off my face.

“How about we go somewhere for the day? A little getaway to the beach?”

“We can’t!” I said reluctantly, although I wanted nothing more than to escape.

“Says who? Hyung texted me earlier saying there’s no news, so there’s nothing we can do. I’d rather go somewhere nice, than wait around here.”

“Should we?”

“Let’s pack fancy clothes and swimwear and leave in an hour!”

“Deal!” I said excitedly, jumping out of bed and rummaging the closet for a piece of luggage.

We got in the car an hour later and before Jay took of he made me hand over my phone.

“Before we leave, there are a few rules. No phones, no talk about work, no talk about that mystery threat. Okay?”

“Okay, but are you going to shut your phone off too?”

“Yes. Already talked to hyung and told him we would be unavailable today.”

“Alright then. Start the car!”

We drove for a couple hours, making stops at some of the rest areas along the way, and finally arrived at our destination.

The sea looked beautiful, and the gust of fresh salty air coated my skin with a thin film. Jay looked around, then walked determined towards a hotel.

“I booked a room for Park.” He told the receptionist, and I wondered in awe when he did that.

“A room in a hotel? What is this? Are we runaways? Or two people having an affair?” I joked while riding the elevator up to our room and Jay could only keep a straight face for several seconds before he erupted in laughter.

“You’ll see!” He answered vaguely as soon as he regained his composure.

The elevator doors opened, and we entered our room, marveling at the most breathtaking view of the sea.

“This is actually a penthouse, and normally it wouldn’t be available for just one night, but I persuaded them.”

“The view is beautiful.”

“You haven’t seen half of it!” Jay announced and pushed the balcony door open. A few narrow steps led to an infinity pool and a sun lounging area to its right.

“And that’s not all!” He continued, closed the balcony door and led me down a staircase. “We also have an indoor jacuzzi and sauna!”

“Wow!” You said looking around. “We’ll never leave this room!”

“That’s the plan!” Jay winked, smiling mischievously. “Are you hungry?”

“For food? No.”

“I love how you catch on so quickly!” Jay grinned, leading you to the bedroom, placing your luggage on the bed.

“What I don’t understand is, why we brought clothes with us if we were going to spend the day cooped up here?”

“I made dinner reservation at a really excellent place for tonight.”

“Ah, I see. You really think we’ll make it there?”

“We better! It was really hard getting a table last-minute. Why don’t we change into our swimwear and go to the pool?”

“Do we really need swimwear? Nobody can see us!”

[Jay’s POV]

“... nobody can see us!” Soo-Jin said suggestively, while slowly undressing. Piece by piece she threw her clothes on the floor until she stood completely naked in front of me.

“Are you coming?” She called after me as she made her way towards the infinity pool.

Thinking I must have lost my mind, I quickly undressed too and followed her butt naked.

She was already in the water when I walked down the stairs and carefully dipped a toe in the water.

As expected from a luxury hotel like this, the water was temperated. I dove in, coming up right next to Soo-jin.

Expertly, she wrapped her slender legs around my waist and her delicate arms around my shoulders.

Instinctively I looked around. But we were shielded from the rest of the hotel rooms.

“I thought I sensed something this morning!” She whispered in my ear, lightly nibbling on it.

“What’s that?”

“You had a look in your eyes, one that said you wanted to fuck my brains out!”

“You surprise me!”

“Why? Because I caught it earlier or because I’m mentioning it now?”

“I just-”

“I know. And I agree. So let’s not talk anymore.”

She connected her lips to mine, slightly open so my tongue could explore her more.

Little moans escaped her lips, while her hands were gliding up and down my back.

Slowly I walked to the edge of the pool, carefully lifting Soo-jin up and placing her on the concrete. Spreading her legs wide open, I kissed her inner thighs, my tongue tracing the path towards her exposed folds.

I heard her gasp loudly when I swirled my tongue around her sensitive bud and looked up to see her leaning back, her eyes closed.

“You know why else I wanted a room here? You can be as loud as you want and nobody will be able to hear you!”

I continued torturing her swollen bud, when Soo-jin grabbed a fistful of my hair, moaning exquisitely.

Placing my hands under the butt, I pulled her closer to my face, my tongue sucking and nibbling at her entrance.

At that point Soo-jin didn’t even try to suppress her moans anymore, just loudly moaned with pleasure.

My own erection became too painful to ignore, when I eventually got out of the pool and hovered on top of Soo-jin’s aroused body. Without wasting another second, I slid deep inside her, moving slowly, then picking up pace.

“Faster!” Soo-jin kept panting, beads of sweat covering her forehead. She pulled my face down for a kiss and threw me on the concrete ground next to her, only so that she could position her dripping entrance above my erection and slowly lower her body, straddling me.

“Oh my God, you are so big. I can feel you deep inside me!” She uttered while maintaining eye contact and it was enough for me to unload inside her while she rode out her orgasm.

After we spent a few minutes in absolute silence, only our strained breaths disrupting the peace, I picked up Soo-jin bridal style and carried her inside, down the stairs, and to the sauna.

[Soo-jin’s POV]

It was my turn to return the favor when Jay laid me down on the sauna bank and sat down next to me, legs spread, his impressive penis resting on his lower abdomen.

Eagerly I went down on all four in front of him, smiling devilishly. Jay held my hair back so he could see how well I devoured his erection. My lips smacked as I released him from my mouth and I let my tongue wander up and down his length. My thumb brushed over his sensitive tip, and he let out a strained moan when I delicately wrapped my lips around it, kissing it lightly. I disconnected my lips and tied my hair back with a tie I carried on my wrist, all while never breaking eye contact.

“Woman, you drive me crazy!” He said with a hoarse voice before he grabbed my head and forced it down his rigid length until the tip touched the back of my throat. He moved his hips back and forth while I adjusted my breathing and gasped when he took his erection out of my mouth seconds later.

Grabbing onto my waist he helped me up my feet and turned me around, so I wasn’t facing him. He pushed my upper body down to a right angle and forced my head back by pulling on my ponytail.

He rammed his erection inside me, a loud scream escaping my lips, mixing pleasure with pain. He thrusted merciless in and out of me, quickly increasing the speed, mouthing profanities.

I was losing my mind, moaning in ecstasy every time he buried himself deep inside me, splitting me open and claiming me as his own. Soon my legs gave out and I crumbled to the ground, a moaning, shivering mess. Jay pressed his body against mine, spreading my legs, tucking them behind my head. I had no idea I was this flexible.

Huffing and puffing, due to the rising temperatures in the sauna, he climaxed inside me, as I experienced yet another intoxicating orgasm, my walls clenching up around his hard erection.

“Wow.” Was the only thing I could say, even after several minutes had passed.

“Are you okay?” I heard Jay whisper next to me, turning my head to connect his lips to mine. I nodded blissfully but struggled to get up and walk on my own. Eventually Jay carried me up the stairs and into the bathroom.

The shower was big enough for the both of us, so in order to save time, we stepped in it together, lathering each other up, kissing passionately under the constant stream of hot water.

An hour later we somehow sucessfully made it out of our hotel room, and walked out hand in hand.

“The restaurant isn’t far from here, I thought we could walk.”

I nodded, although my legs were still weak from all the sex. Jay noticed and started chuckling, saying he was sorry.

“What exactly are you sorry for?”

“We should’ve driven but it’s really just a short walk from here.”

“I’m fine. But I should start hitting the gym regularly to build some leg muscles.”

We looked at each other and started laughing, as we slowly approached our destination.

Dinner was exquisite too, and after a filling meal we both struggled to walk back to the hotel and heave our worn-out bodies onto the bed.

“It’s been a while since I had this much sex, what’s your excuse?” Jay made me giggle uncontrollably as he mumbled in the darkness.

“Well, I’ve never done this.”

“Ever?”

I shook my head, even though I wasn’t sure if he could see it. Suddenly Jay reached out and turned on his bedside lamp.

“Ever?”

“What do you want to hear? The sex has been very vanilla, very tame, very boring.”

He held his arms up in defense, then spread them out, inviting me to nestle myself in them.

“We can have boring sex next time, if you want!”

I chuckled, placing dainty kisses on his naked chest.

“Better yet, what would you say if we made this trip regularly? We could come here every other week!”

"That would be nice!”

“It’s a deal then! I’ll book us a room for the weekend after next first thing in the morning. Now go to sleep. Tomorrow will be one hell of a day.”

***

[Ari Cho]

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