I got a tshirt with your Baymax picture on it for Christmas. I think I pissed my friend off because I (respectfully, I promise I'm not a total dick) told them that I wouldn't accept a gift that was giving money to someone stealing artwork from someone I respected. The redbubble shop they linked me to has been deactivated, which tells me either I wasn't the only person that caught on OR they only set it up for the holidays.
A. Thank you. I mean for recognizing the situation and having my back.
B. This totally boggles my mind. Why do people do this? What is wrong with them? Especially when it’s a half-shitty sketch of something that just happens to have content-pandering shit--they’ll still steal.
I’m glad people called them out on it and I’m really grateful for all the people who have contacted me directly about amazon/ebay/etc accounts that were selling my artwork. Thanks guys!
I just picked up Leið, honestly under the assumption that I wouldn't really get pulled into the story since I'm so used to Astrid portrayals being nothing too special, and I can't even begin to tell you how amazing it is. I actually should have known better when I realised exactly who was writing the fic. I love it. I love you. Senpai pls. It's really good, you should be hella proud of this. <3
This makes me hella stoked, you have no idea.
To be honest, I’ve never quiet taken on a project like this. I know it’s not particularly appealing, and slow, and gritty, and out there, but it’s a joy to write and good for me, I think. I’m happy others are getting into it.
And I completely agree with you about Astrid portrayals. Good ones seem far and few between, especially the ones about Astrid beyond Hiccup. It’s the best sort of Astrid out there, my favorite sort, and I really want to do her justice. Thank you so much!
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1. Which disney villain would most likely be your child and why?
Probably Gaston because I'm more than likely going to coddle my kid with love and affection to the point where they become an arrogant prick.
2. Which disney character (animal) would you like to have as a pet?
Ooooh probably one that talks like Iago or Sebastian or something. Leaning a little bit more Sebastian though because Iago would get annoying. Oooh but even though he doesn't talk, I've always loved the owl from Sleeping Beauty. He's such a cutie butt.
3. Which disney hairstyle would you want to have?
Kidas or Esmeraldas for sure. Kidas hair is so cool, and if I could pull off fluffy / curly hair I would.
4. In which attraction would we find you in one of the Disney parks?
None because I'm a Floridian who never goes to Disney World ahahahahaa
*holds back tears*
5 If you had to describe your friends as a disney character which character would they be?
My fiance would probably be Phoebus. He's pretty silly but knows when to be serious and he's pretty chivalrous when he wants to be (plus they both have blonde hair so). My older sister would be Anna most likely because they're both huge dorks who barely survive each social situation they get into.
6. If you were a cannibal wich disney character would you eat and why?
I would eat Sebastian even if he was my pet. You didn't say it had to be human, you just said I was now a cannibal. Cannibals can eat meat other than humans if they want.
7. Which disney quote do you most relate to?
Hakuna Matata 8D
8. What scene would you change in any disney movie and why?
I don't know...All of the Disney movies are so iconic, it's hard thinking about wanting to change them. Well, I know I would've liked Anna to have stayed frozen for longer. It felt like it went too fast and there wasn't enough time for people to process or grieve over her sacrifice.
9. Which disney character would you call the most?
Probably Esmeralda or Megara. They seem like they'd be fun ladies to talk to. Oooor if you count reservations, Tiana. Because hell yeah I want to eat in New Orleans.
10. If you had to marry one disney villain who would it be?
I'm not a big fan of Aladdin besides Friend Like Me and Prince Ali (literally only ever watch Aladdin for Genie), so probably any of the other songs - can't say I absolutely hate them though :I Just not fond of them.
Wanting to trade one useless soul for extremely adorable friendshippy SeasonsAU drawing of Bunnymund and Rapunzel in the Warren admiring butterflies while Bunny is painting eggs and Rapunzel is making flowers bloom and laughing like precious babies
I was rereading Bonds Transcending Time and I noticed that puddin took out a specific line where Bunny explains to Jack why he knows Rapunzel and says that's she's a cutie patootie (may or may not be paraphrasing) and always brings a beautiful spring for his easters and I was appalled
that was the basis of my Rapunzel/Bunny brotp and you took it away from me puddin why do you like making me hurt
“Required course,” Merida sneered as she checked the email she had just received.
“What’s that?” her roommate asked, glancing over from where she stood at the small closet at the foot of her bed.
“Oi,” the red head perked up, noticing she had spoken out loud. “Nothing,” she assured the petite brunette.
Turning to her, her roommate gazed at her with soul searching green eyes. “Look, Merida, we’ve been roommates for about a month,” she said, “I think I know you well enough to know when something’s bugging you.”
She made her way to her desk and pulled out her chair, sitting across from the redhead. “What’s going on?”
Merida groaned as she pulled her mass of red curls on top of her head and slipped an elastic band off her wrist to wrap around it. “I have a class I want to drop but I can’t because it’s required.”
“Which class?”
“Western Civ.”
“Well, that’s a requirement for all freshman, so shouldn’t there be other classes?”
“You’d think. But, apparently, unless I want to change my entire schedule, there aren’t any open classes. Even if I do that, I’d have to drop International Politics which is a pre-req that I won’t to be able to take until next year which would set me behind on my major. Then, I’d probably have to drop archery which I can not do because that class will be my only enjoyment this semester. And if all of that didn’t exist, there is the fact that it is apparently too far into the semester to make such a major change,” Merida ranted. As she finished, she felt the heat flaming her face as her chest heaved.
“I think I caught most of that. Sorry,” she apologized. “It got harder to follow the more worked up you got. The accent and all.”
The Scottish girl only shrugged as she shut her laptop and stood up, jumping onto her bed. “This is all so frustrating!” she whined, tossing her hands onto her face.
“Yeah, ‘Punz?”
“Why do you want to drop the class anyways? Is the teacher that bad? I’ve heard Professor Haddock is one of the best. A lot of people seem to like him.”
The redhead tensed as she rolled onto her side, pulling the quilt her mother had made her around her shoulders. “Yeah, he’s that bad,” she mumbled into it.
Thankfully, Rapunzel didn’t question her further. She dutifully went back to folding her laundry, still occasionally grumbling about how she wished they were allowed to paint their walls. Around dinner her boyfriend stopped by and the two left to go to the caf, inviting her to come along but she shrugged them off: she still had some pizza left over in the fridge from their late night run the other night.
“Oh, hey,” Eugene ducked back in, “are you going to the Kappa party tonight?”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” she grumbled, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in her pillow.
“Aw, what’s with that attitude? C’mon, you could use a night about. You’re looking a bit tired. The dark circles are starting to come in.”
“Eugene, leave her alone,” her roommate chided.
“Oh, alright. But you better be gearing to go at ten,” he called into the room as Rapunzel pushed him away and shut the door.
The silence in the small dorm was punctuated with a heaving sigh as the redhead flipped onto her back, tucking her hands under her head. Puffing out her cheeks, she screwed her eyes at the white ceiling tiles. After a moment, the silence began to get to her. She pulled her hands out and slapped them on either side of her, pushing herself up and jumping off her bed. Unzipping her jeans, she slipped them off and tossed them onto her bed. Pushing a stray curl that had fallen in the middle of her forehead out of her eye, she dug through her laundry basket until she found a pair of jogging shorts. Quickly she slipped them on along with her tennis shoes.
Nodding in satisfaction, she snatched her lanyard from her desk and placed it around her neck. Crouching at the foot of her bed, she opened the minifridge and pulled out the box of pizza. Opening it, she took out a slice and stuffed the crust into her mouth. Merida shut the box and stuck it back into the fridge. Standing up, she removed the pizza from her mouth and folded it in half before taking a bite. Chewing nonchalantly, she left the dorm room, locking the door behind her.
Stepping out into the warm autumn day, she brushed the crumbs off her hands as she struggled to keep her mouth shut as she chewed around her large last bite. Walking up to the brick wall of the dorm, she placed the toes of her left foot against it and pushed forward, stretching her calf. After counting to ten she switched. Next came her arms, pulling them across her chest one at a time. Linking her fingers together, she reached upwards before bending at the waist and grasping her ankles, pressing her face into her knees. Taking a deep breath, she slowly rolled up. Then, rolling her shoulders, she began jogging.
Merida managed the five minutes to the Quad before her stomach started tightening in protest. Grimacing in concentration, she pushed it to the back of her mind and circled the clock tower a couple times before heading out further from the dorm and across campus. She managed to cross campus and make it about a quarter of the way around the outside sidewalk before her abdomen began to cry out in pain.
Stumbling to a stop, she gritted her teeth and panted, kneading her stomach. She could deal with this. She knew this. This was easy. She breathed deeply, held it and slowly let it go before beginning her jog again at a slower pace. But the pain just got worse. So, with a muttered curse under her breath she made a short beeline back through the Quad to her dorm.
However, once she got to the lawn around the Quad she could feel her stomach groaning and pitching a fit. Her legs began to wobble and she pitched forward onto the grass. She coughed and dry heaved for a moment before she pushed herself up onto her knees and forearms. The green grass permeated her vision.
Lids blinked rapidly in shock over green eyes as bushy yet impossibly maintained eyebrows puckered in thought.
Growling in frustration, Merida pulled out a fistful of grass and tossed it onto the ground. Pushing herself onto her feet, she stomped on the ground and began jogging again.
Lips quirked slightly before pulling back in a lopsided smile over charmingly crooked teeth. Freckled cheeks rounded slightly with the shift of his lips.
Shaking her head, she pushed on further, fighting the urge to double over in pain.
“Miss DunBroch! Mis—Merida!” a voice called, the sound waves rolling over her and down her spine.
Spluttering to her stop, she looked over her shoulder to see the brunet haired Professor Haddock coming from Carter and heading her way. An olive green scarf draped loosely over his shoulders. A cream colored turtleneck stretched across his chest and up his neck to brush against his jaw. A thick brown coat hung from his slender frame; its edge brushing against his dark jeans at knee length.
Pushing loose strands of hair from her sweaty brow, she felt the cool wind brushing against her skin now that she had stopped moving.
As he got closer, his lips pulled back into his signature lopsided smile. “Running, huh?”
“Yeah,” she panted.
“You okay? You’re looking a bit ragged. I mean, I don’t want to be presumptuous, but you’ve been distracted lately in class. I just want to make sure everything is okay.”
“Yeah, mhmm,” she mumbled. “Doing fine. Just a bit tired. Missing home,” she explained flippantly.
He nodded in sympathy. “Understood. I’d be missing Scotland, too. I visited their once. Beautiful place,” he began to ramble.
“Sure is.”
“But, still. You didn’t look so good there,” he said, pointing over his shoulder to the spot where she had fallen.
“Oh, ah.” Merida shuffled back and forth, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she desperately tried to think of an answer. “I was stupid and ate a piece of pizza before running. Stomach didn’t really agree with it and all, you know.”
“Ah, pain. Love it,” he murmured sarcastically with a small chuckle.
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Well, I’ve got to go meet the girlfriend.”
“Astrid, right?” she inquired, casually tightening her ponytail.
He nodded an affirmative. Clapping her on the back, he said, “I’ll see you in class on Monday.”
“Of course, you will,” she mumbled in agreement as he turned and walked away.
Sighing and trying to put out the fire that had alighted her nerves where he had touched, Merida made her way back to her dorm.
*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*
Later, the redhead stood at the foot of her bed scrunching some mousse in her still damp hair to prevent any serious frizzing. Eugene sat in her chair, his feet propped up confidently on her desk, his hands clasped behind his head. Rapunzel perched on her own chair, tentatively brushing on purple eyeshadow.
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Merida adjusted the straps on her dark teal shirt, the sheen fabric glinting against the light. Her dark jeans hugged her hips and legs right down to her ankles where she was sporting a pair of black, five inch pumps. Smiling in triumph she slipped on a pair of gold hoops. Tonight was to impress, to wow, to forget those green eyes and freckled cheeks and lopsided smile and—
Crap.
Not helping.
Turning to her friends with a smile, she planted her hands on her hips. “Ready?”
“You know it!” Eugene declared jumping up.
“As I’ll ever be,” the brunette said, stashing her makeup away and standing.
“You look gorgeous,” he declared, pulling her to him for a deep kiss.
Merida bit her lips as she glanced away, pretending to fix her hair.
“Don’t stray too far,” he ordered.
“I should say the same for you,” Rapunzel teased.
“Oi, c’mon you two! We’re wasting valuable time here!” the redhead declared.
*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*
Blinding sun assaulted closed blue eyes with determined force. Merida groaned as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow, catching a glimpse of Rapunzel wide awake and thoroughly engrossed in a book.
“Can’t you close the blinds?” she mumbled into her pillows.
“Not my fault that you had a few too many beers last night,” the brunette promptly responded with a smile as she did as requested.
“Someone sounds happy this morning.”
“I am. I had a fun time with Eugene last night.”
“I hope you two were safe,” Merida teased. “You didn’t let him convince you that he was too big—”
“Merida!” her roommate blurted, a small crimson glow debuting across her cheeks. “Nothing like that.”
“Shame.”
“And what about you?”
“Whaddya mean?” she bit out through a yawn.
“Did you enjoy your time with, Jack?”
“What!” Merida yelped, popping up and instantly regretting it as soon as the headache assaulted her. Her blue eyes searched Rapunzel’s face but couldn’t find anything by genuine curiosity.
“I—um—what happened?” she asked.
“You don’t remember, do you?”
The redhead was about to answer no but paused to think. She remembered the music, the drinking and the white haired boy…Oh. She remembered him and his lips and his hands. Burning trails etched across her body where he had been the night before. When she wanted to forget someone, she really went all out.
But, of course.
He was still there. And she couldn’t help but imagine those touches and those kisses had been from him.
Groaning, she slid off her bed, her shirt rolling upwards. Tugging it back down, she flipped opened her laptop and pressed the power button.
As she waited for it to start up, she rubbed her hands against her legs, her teeth chattering. “Is the heat on?”
“Mhmm.”
“Then why is it so cold?” she complained.
“It might help if you put some pants on. Jeans. Sweats. Something besides your underwear,” came her answer without looking up from her book.
Merida scrunched her nose. “But this is comfortable.”
“Then don’t complain.”
Huffing through the small smile pulling at her lips, she plopped down on her chair.
*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*
Monday came faster than she thought. Western Civ came faster than she thought. Her eyes bored into the clock on her screen.
Five minutes.
Five minutes until class started.
She really didn’t want to see him or his freckles or his green eyes or the way his calloused fingers fiddles with the projector’s control or the way he would ramble on enthusiastically about something that snared his interested or his sarcastic rebuttals or—
She really needed to stop.
Groaning, she plopped her face into her hands. Her fingers snuck into her hair and pulled at the fiery strands.
She couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t sit through class, having to watch him.
Nope.
Her mind was made up.
Pulling up her school email, she shot him a message saying that she just stopped throwing up and wouldn’t make it to class—sorry for the lateness of the notification. Nodding in satisfaction, she emailed it and closed the tab.
“Hey,” Rapunzel piped up from where she sat on her bed, surrounded by printed documents, “don’t you have class, uh, now?”
“Yeah.”
“Shouldn’t you be going?”
“No. I don’t feel like it.”
“Do you really dislike Western Civ that much?”
“I have nothing against the class.”
“So…what’s wrong with the professor then?” she asked.
“Nothing. Nothing is damn wrong with him,” Merida hissed under her breath.
To her relief, Rapunzel didn’t pursue the topic any longer and turned back to her papers. However, her silence was interrupted a few minutes later with her Skype ringing: her mother was calling. Rattling her lips, she accepted it and watched as her mother’s face popped up on her screen. With a squeal a redhead slipped off her lap and ran off.
“Hamish!” her mother cried after the fast escaping figure before sighing. Turning back to the screen, a tired smile pulled at her lips. “Hello, Merida.”
“Hey, Mum.”
“How’s college treating you?”
The redhead shrugged nonchalantly.
“Don’t you have class, dear?”
“No, mum.”
Merida felt the green eyes boring into the back of her skull the moment the lie slipped off her tongue. She risked a brief moment to glare over at Rapunzel who arched her eyebrow and looked back at the papers in her lap and highlighted a section of text.
“Alright,” her mother’s voice pulled her back to the screen. “Well how’s it going? Any nice boys?”
“Mum, would you mind dropping that?”
“Excuse me for being concerned about your future,” her mother defended.
“Surprise! I am too. That’s why I’m at college: to learn, get a job,” she rebutted. “Maybe my future doesn’t hold a husband. At least not any time soon.”
“I have a hard time believing there’s no one.”
Growling, she tightened her fingers into fists and slammed her forehead against the desktop.
“I’m just saying, dear. But you can’t keep ignoring the topic.”
“I’m not ignoring it! You just keep rehashing it!” she muttered against the desktop.
“I can’t hear you. Talk to me not the desk.”
“I said I’m not ignoring it!” she groaned. “You just never let the conversation end.”
Her mother’s eyes steeled. “Alright, dear. I just wish you’d give the option some thought.”
A loud crash sounded behind her, and the woman jumped, throwing a hand to her bosom. “Boys!” she shouted over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, dear. I’ve got to go. I will talk to you later,” her mother said as she hung up on the call.
Merida slouched back in her chair. “Don’t say anything.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*
It was almost two weeks before Rapunzel managed to push Merida to go to Western Civ. The midterm was at the end of the week and Jack’s notes weren’t going to cut it, and she was wasting her money avoiding class: she was doing herself and her professor a disservice. Stashing her laptop into her backpack, she said, “I’m going. Happy?”
“Yes,” Rapunzel smiled down from her bed where she sat propped up against Eugene’s shoulder.
“Going where?” he asked her.
“Western Civ.”
“You have class?” His eyebrows puckered in confusion.
“Yes, she does. She’s just been avoiding it,” Rapunzel explained without looking up from her sketch. She blew away some bits of eraser. “Something with the professor.”
“Who do you have?”
“Haddock.”
“You don’t like him?” he questioned innocently. “I enjoyed him—don’t think he really cared for me though.”
“Not liking him isn’t the problem,” she mumbled under her breath as she grabbed her lanyard and headed out the door.
Once she finally got to class, she plopped down in the back. She pulled out her laptop and opened a new Word document. Jack made his way in a minute later and smiled when he saw her.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he smirked as he slipped into the seat next to her.
She smiled politely. “Thanks for lending me your notes.”
“Eh, don’t sweat it.” He shrugged and turned to talk to one of his friends.
When Professor Haddock finally walked in, she ducked behind the screen and hoped her red hair wasn’t too obvious. She knew it was childish, but she wasn’t sure what else to do.
The hour both dragged and flew. His lectures were always interesting, and his random stories about the Black Plague held her attention. But after his eyes glanced over her and then locked on, she felt the dread building up in her stomach. Class couldn’t be over soon enough.
After it was finally over, her worst fear was realized.
“Merida, can I speak with you?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” she muttered as she stuffed her laptop into her backpack and zipped it up. Swinging it onto her shoulder, she pushed her away through the mass exodus of classmates to her professor. Jack gave her an encouraging smile as he left the room.
“How’s Astrid doing?” she asked.
“We ended it,” he explained with ease, disregarding the topic completely. He slipped his glasses off the bridge of his nose and pushed them up on top of his head, bushing the brunet strands of hair from his forehead. A few pieces slipped free and flopped across his brow and brushed the top of his emerald eyes. His calloused hands worked quickly as they stuffed his lecture notes into his briefcase, his eyes not shifting up to meet hers. “The midterm is coming up this Friday,” he began.
“I know.”
“You’ve missed several classes the last couple weeks, and I’m beginning to worry.”
“No, need to,” she laughed off, shuffling closer towards the door. “Jack’s been giving me his notes.”
“I don’t think he takes the best of notes,” he said, finally looking at her.
Merida bit her lip as his green eyes met hers.
“Do you have any other classes today?”
“No.”
He nodded, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the locks on his case. “How about you come with me to my office, so we can talk over this? I know the midterm isn’t the end of your grade, but I’d like to get you back in the right direction. I know your first semester can be a bit overwhelming,” he began to ramble, “but I want to make sure I can help make it go as easily as possible. If you need help, don’t worry. I’m open. We can work on note taking skills, study habits, I’ll even spare an hour or so for a tutor session if you need it. Or, I can get you in contact with one of the student tutors if that is more suitable.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Merida protested, sticking out her hands and waving them frantically.
“Last I checked, it was part of my job description. But, who knows? Maybe they updated the manual and forgot to let me in on it,” he joked, his lopsided smile spread across his face.
Merida bit her lip as she tried to figure out how to find a clear answer through the jumble of thoughts and emotions rushing through her head.
Her lack of a quick answer gave him enough time to pick up his case and hold his arm out to her. “Follow me,” he instructed, guiding her out the door.
Shuffling her feet, she followed him out of the building and across campus to Carter where his office was.
“So,” he started, “how long were you sick?”
“Umm.” She took a deep breath. “I wasn’t sick.”
Out of the corner of her eye she saw his jaw tighten. “I thought so. But, why were you avoiding my class? You were a very energetic dynamic; I missed it. I thought you enjoyed my class.”
“I did,” she relented. “I just had…some…personal issues to work through.”
“And have you?”
“Not really.”
“Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, don’t be afraid of coming to my office. Or I could help you set up an appointed Ms. Anna—our counselor. She’s a colorful character, but she cares.”
“I’m good. Thanks though.
“Alright,” he sighed.
Did she hear a twinge of disappointment in his voice? No. It wasn’t that. But, there was something…
“Here we are,” he said, breaking her thoughts as he opened the door to his office.
He ushered her in and shut the door behind him.
Merida tentatively sat down on the edge of the chair and waited as he set his briefcase on the floor next to the desk and sat down in his own chair.
“Alright,” he said, giving her an encouraging smile. “How about I get you a study guide,” he muttered, shuffling through papers that littered his desk, “and then we’ll see what we need to review. Oh, there is also a brief study session this Thursday at seven in the classroom—just to answer some last minute questions. Ah, here,” he exclaimed, pulling out a sheet of paper and reaching over the desk to hand it to her.
She took it and let it rest on her lap, her fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the corners.
“Is something on your mind?”
“Hmm?” she managed, startled. Her eyes glanced up and met his earnest green ones. “No, nothing,” she stumbled out.
“You sure?” he urged.
“Yeah,” she whispered, biting her lip. But, something was gnawing at her stomach and slowly clawing its way up her throat until—
“I love you,” bursted from her lips. For a brief moment she felt such wonderful relief before fear and embarrassment crashed onto her shoulders. “—Shit no. I mean. I love your teaching and lessons not you. I couldn’t love you. I barely know you. Besides, you’re my professor. I can’t love you. I don’t love you. –I’m just going to go now,” she hastily stumbled over as she got up and snatched her bag.
He stood up as well, his fingers brushing gently against the desktop as they hovered above it.
Merida expected a sneering laugh or a “Me with you?” or maybe a nicer “I think it’s best if you leave now” but received nothing. Thankful for the lack of ridicule, she turned to leave.
Shoes shuffled across the floor and a muffled curse followed a muted thud, but she didn’t turn to look back as she threw the door open and flew from the scene.
*~~~*~~~*~~~*
It had taken the embarrassment about three days to die down enough that she felt comfortable enough to leave her dorm room for any extended amount of time. Rapunzel hadn’t known the whole of it but she had sensed something serious was bugging; she was talented like that. She had finally convinced Merida that it would be a wise idea to get out. She didn’t have to hang out around the campus but getting outside was a must.
So. Here she sat, three days after the worst day of her life, in a small coffee shop just down the street from her campus. It had been a fifteen minute walk, but the drink was worth it. And, the place was too bad: it was quite relaxing. Just what she needed.
The bell above the door rang, and she turned to see who would step up to the counter. She had been having fun the past couple hours doing that: seeing who came in and what they ordered. But the person who made an appearance certainly wasn’t a pleasant surprise.
If she hadn’t made a sound and just looked away, there might have been good chance he wouldn’t have seen her. But no. What does she do? Let out a startle yelp and try and hide under the table like a child. Needless to say, that got his attention.
He turned from the counter, and his green eyes landed on her crouched form. His lips pursed as he made his way over to her. He stopped at the table and waited.
With a deep breath, Merida managed to push herself up from underneath the table and stand. She nodded a polite hello.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her, despite her ardent protests, towards the bathroom. He opened the door, pushed her inside and went in himself, locking the door behind him.
“Your roommate said you’d be here.”
“What?” the redhead choked out.
“She stopped by my office earlier saying that you hadn’t been doing so well and that she suspected I was the reason. She told me you’d be here and that it was as good a time as any to get things settled. So, I came.”
“Well, you shouldn’t of. There is nothing to settle,” Merida grounded out between her teeth.
He stepped away from the door, moving closer to her, but she scooted away. “There’s this.” He gestured between them. “I don’t want your grade to suffer because of a misunderstanding—”
“A misunderstanding?” she snapped, her balled fists shaking at her sides. “You call this whole thing a misunderstanding? Sorry. I didn’t get the memo that a person’s feelings are just misunderstandings! Thanks for the lesson!”
He groaned, the palm of his hand massaging his forehead. “Now you aren’t understanding me,” he muttered.
“Oh? I think I understand you perfectly fine, Professor!” she huffed as she marched towards the door.
But, as her hand wrapped around the cold metal a hand shot out from behind her and rested across the door and door frame, preventing her from opening it. “You can’t leave,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because you aren’t leaving me like that again,” he tried.
“You’re just going to have to deal with it,” Merida bit back as tried to pull on the doorknob. But, the door refused to budge. Apparently, he’s stronger than he looks, she thought but that wasn’t a trial she wanted to go down. Yet that didn’t stop her from going down it, and she was thankful her back was to him as a blush crept across her cheeks.
“Look, Merida,” he pleaded. His hand slid from the door until it rested on her shoulder and enticed her to turn around.
Begrudgingly, she gave in and turned towards him, but her face was stubbornly downturned.
She felt his sigh just as much as she heard it. His warm breath glided over her forehead and played with her curls, rustling them ever so gently. Calloused fingers grasped her chin and tilted her face upwards until she was forced to meet his green eyes just before eyelids closed over them as he leaned forward and tentatively pressed his lips against hers.
Blinking in confusion, it only took her a few seconds to realize what was happening, not believe it and then only realize that yes it was actually happening. Her hands pressed against his chest and slowly made their way up to his shoulders and around his neck, exploring every edge of his figure on their way. Her fingers knotted in his shaggy brunet hair as she pulled him closer.
When they finally paused and withdrew just enough for ragged breaths, he said, “If you hadn’t stormed out of my office this would’ve happened sooner.”
“Really?” she breathed out.
“No. It would’ve taken longer,” he murmured sarcastically.
Laughing, she threw herself at him, crushing their lips together. His arms wrapped around her waist, latching her firmly in place. She hooked her legs around his thighs as her fingers dug into his shoulders, deepening the kiss.
His response was to tighten his grip and stumble towards the door, pushing her back against it and him against her. He squeezed tighter. She pulled tighter. She felt the fire surging in her veins and the flush of his own body against hers.
A sharping banging on the door drew the two panting figures a handbreadth apart.
“Are you almost done?” a little boy asked.
Merida bit her lip to stop the laughter bubbling in her chest as she buried her face in Haddock’s shoulder.
“In a minute,” he called out. “Sixty seconds more,” he whispered as he ensnared her lips again.
“How about a tutor session afterwards? After all, I’ve got that midterm tomorrow,” she murmured against his lips.
“Deal,” he croaked hoarsely, pulling her closer.
One hand traced idly up her back, fingers digging in and rubbing slow tantalizing circles. After several delicious seconds, his fingers finally reached her neck. They began to tenderly massage her skin, and she arched back into the touch. He grunted as her hips thrusted closer to his. His lips quickly replaced his fingers, tracing fiery trails as they worked at the soft flesh.
The pounding returned, harsher and more insistent. “Hurry!” the boy called through the door. “I have to pee.”
“Children,” the brunet whispered against her skin, “so impatient.”
“But that’s what you love about them,” she chuckled as she snatched another quick kiss before they untangled themselves and straightened up before leaving the bathroom.
the-puddinator replied to your post:I don’t even RP on WoW but all of my characters...
I do that, too!
Oh thank god I thought I was the only one
The only other person I know that admits to believing their characters have their own personalities despite not RPing is Matts mom, but she also based her WoW character off of her book character so it's basically just RPing someone she already made
