#dpfawn

[always-a-mess]

Kitchen || Fawn

Queenie told me you were hurt. I'm gonna take a look at it. -Grabs first aid kit and approaches Fawn slowly- 

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A drunk Fawn stumbled up to a random door before knocking loudly. "Heeeey!" she spoke into the door, trying to look through the peephole. When it finally opened, Fawn smiled at the face. "Miss Trish? Well fuck, how far have I been walking?" regardless, she laughed at herself. "Guess what Trishy?" she got really close to Trish and faked a few thrusts. "YOURETHASEXIESTTEACHAH HEEERE." giggling, she glanced at Trish's ass before winking and running down the hall yelling "TRISHYS GOT A TUSHY!!"

Trish was down to her lingerie, Hades very much palming her breasts. She was pressed against a wall and very eagerly celebrating the coming of the weekend. They found a reason to celebrate every damn occasion and it was always a good time. She purred against his lips as his hands traveled south, her own fingers digging into his hips and holding him close.

Until a knock resounded through her apartment, that is. Her head whipped to the side, looking in the direction of the door without actually making a move towards it. His lips moved to her neck, never halting his exploration. They’ll leave. Whoever they are, if they value their life, they will leave. Another loud knock and a loud call – could have been a hoot – emitted from the outside hallway. They weren’t about to leave, somehow she could tell that it wouldn’t stop until she answered.

Rolling her eyes, she kissed Hades on the lips soundly, “I’m going to go murder someone, and I’ll be right back.” She grabbed his button down shirt and covered her body, not bothering for full decency of pants, but enough to make sure that whoever was behind that door knew to get the fuck away. And fast. She buttoned the few important buttons as she made her way to the door, ready to tear someone to shreds.

Upon opening the door she was at a loss for words as Fawn’s obviously drunk and beaming face greeted her. She didn’t have a chance to get a word out before she rattled off some randomness about not knowing how far she’d walked. Trish raised her eyebrow as Fawn walked directly into her personal bubble, but couldn’t help but grin at the comment, “You’re damn right I am.” She chuckled as Fawn ran off yelling about her ‘tushy’. Any press is good press.

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[been-stuckonthestreets]

Bird Calls || Ollie & Fawn

Oliver had truly become a recluse, spending most afternoons within the comfort of his bedroom. Even when he did manage to spend some time outside, he was quickly overwhelmed by the sight of so many newcomers, that the timid little kitten he was scurried back to his room. He hadn't noticed that many of his friends were beginning to feel the effects of his absence, something quite new to him. How could he ignore the ones who seemed to care for him the most? Deciding that today was ultimately the day, Oliver dressed himself in something other than pajamas and lazily put a beanie over top his crazy curls. He had a list of those he seemed to be spending less and less time with, and at the top of his list was one of the first people he had ever met at Disney Prep - Fawn. He had missed the country animal loving girl who seemed to be caught up in her own drama these days. It didn't mean they couldn't take a break and escape for a bit, return to the old selves they were a year ago.

He set his journey's footsteps all the way to her dorm, hoping she wouldn't be too busy with the afternoon. The nature girl was still yet to teach him of her ways, reminiscing of when she had managed to call down a wild bird to come to her. It seemed like something out of those scripted nature shows. Something the city boy had never encountered before. He knocked on her door thrice before leading on her doorway.

"Faaaaaaawn!" he called out, "It's time you teach me how you did those weird bird call thingys!"