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b4rbi3l4nd · 1 year

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SOS — last night i cried

TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THE PAST 2 CHAPTERS. This chapter is a bit shorter because it is a follow up to the last chapter but dw y'all, expect a new chapter to be out by Thursday. It's currently Tuesday where I'm at LMAO. Please keep supporting 'SOS', I'm lowkey having fun writing this and dw y'all, the smut is coming soon, you just gotta wait 😭Also btw, I DELETED the other part so yeah y'all LMAO, I combined it together. Also, thank ALL of you for the support on "SOS", I LOVE YOU ALLL

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GIF by mandalor-din

series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: shuri is starting to feel like you're seducing her and you decide to play into her game. might as well make it fun while you're here right? wrong. shuri has finally lost her cool with you and demands you out of wakanda but as you discover a shocking truth about her "beloved" girlfriend, things take a turn for the worst

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, cursing, this is a series. you are currently looking at the second/third chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

taglist: @yvxmpire, @sweetalittleselfish-honey, @xxmilli, @queenofsimpsblog, @ziayamikaelson, @shuriislut, @atssukoo, @widowmakker, @cuddl3s4shur1

proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'SOS' — SZA

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You blinked twice before waking up abruptly and looking around. You were still in Wakanda. You sighed, touching your head before looking on your bed, you bonnet laying peacefully.

"Of course, no matter how tight I make you, you still love to wrestle off my head." You mutter to yourself as you yawn and check your phone to look at the time. 12 PM.

Squinting your eyes, you feel like you're forgetting something but brush it off. You get out of bed and stretch before looking in the mirror. You were wearing a black shirt that went just right below your tummy. Underneath was your white lingerie set, complete with the knee-high laced socks with ribbons. You fixed your bonnet back on your head before walking over to your mini kitchen.

You fixed yourself a cup of coffee before leaning over the counter, looking through your phone, and taking small sips.

How peaceful.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" A voice came from behind you as your door swung open, almost breaking down.

"EYYYY..." you voice out starting to yell before you look and see who it was, Shuri.

"What the hell dude?! It's 12 in the morning." You start, motioning at the door.

"12 in the morning, 12 in the fucking morning, in the AFTERNOON you mean. I TOLD YOU I NEEDED YOU AT 10, SHARP!" She shouted, abruptly, causing you to drop your cup of coffee.

"That's what I was forgetting.." You sigh, putting your hands on your hips, looking away and then back at Shuri who seemed to have quieted down now. She slowly walked into the room, closing the door behind her quietly, her eyes fixated on everywhere but your face.

She looked you up and down, mostly focusing on your hips and the way your hands rolled over your curves. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Hello?" You say, breaking her out of her trance.

She looked back at you, the anger still on her face. She pointed a finger at you, making you put your hands up.

"I invite you to my country and you just...you just.." Her voice trailed off as she noticed more of the lingerie under your shirt showing when you raised up your arms.

"Just..get dressed and meet me in the lab or you're fired!" She says, turning around. She paused, taking a deep breath before walking out of the room, and slamming the door behind her.

"What's got her panties in a twist..?" You look down at the mess at your feet and carefully pick up the glass, throwing it away.

After finally cleaning up, you got cleaned and dressed. You but on a white bodycon dress that revealed some cleavage...I mean...a lot. Like Ramonda-type cleavage that Namor was highkey eyeing down. You fixed your hair, putting it in a slick back ponytail at the back, your long curls sitting pretty behind you as you brought out 2 strands at the side and fixed your edges.

Putting on matching pumps, you grabbed your phone and left your apartment in the palace to the lab. As soon as you entered, the voice spoke again, causing you to slightly jump, placing a hand on your chest.

"My queen, an unknown woman has entered the lab."

"I heard, Griot." Shuri said, not even looking over to your way, talking to another woman.

You pulled down your dress before walking up the stairs to see a younger woman there. Her hair was in cornrow braids and she looked around 19-20?

"DAMN." She said as soon as you appeared into view. The American accent catches your ears. Ugh, Americans.

"I'm sorry, it's just wow. I haven't seen a good-looking girl around here yet."

"That's an inappropriate work outfit." Shuri said, looking at you in eyes with nothing but hatred.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, ignoring Shuri before you raised your eyebrow at her. "Who are you?"

"Oh I'm Riri." She said, putting a hand out as you shook her head.

"I see, you're the one who took up my old office."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know. They were using it as a closet space before me, my bad."

Your grip on her hand unconsciously tightened as your smile became less genuine and more so agitated. As a small 'ow' left her mouth, you quickly left go of her hand and tilted your head. "It's alright, don't worry. I won't be here long anyway."

"Why? Aren't you Wakandan?"

You didn't say anything and just turned to Shuri who surprisingly had not added any snarky remarks. She just looked away from you, going back to her work.

You turned back to Riri. "You wouldn't mind showing me what you guys are working on would you?"

"Of course not! Come on,"

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Your heels sounded through the hallway as you walked towards the throne room. Your hair was in a tight afro puff on your head, your reading glasses lowered slightly on my face, it normally happened when you were working. Stacks of papers with calculations and blueprints occupied my hands as well.

You paused when you heard quiet mumbling and slowly shuffled over to the door. Nosy. As you peeked through the door, you saw Shuri and Riri talking.

“I don’t even know why, I shouldn’t even be feeling this way.” Shuri sighed, defeated

“It takes more than 4 years and a side bitch to move on from someone you shared all those special connections to yknow?” You heard Riri say.

Are they talking about me? You leaned in closer and put your ear to the door to listen in closely.

“Malia is not a side piece Riri, don't call her that, she might become my queen one day" Shuri warned as you rolled my eyes.

"Yea...okay." Riri said sounding unamused.

"So if you love Lia so much? Why are you having thoughts about ripping the clothes off your ex and fucking her in front of the window?" Riri voiced out causing your eyes to widen as you practically choked on oxygen.

"Eyyy....not so loud, someone might hear you."

Too late, you already did.

"And no, you're twisting my words. I never said I wanted to indulge in any sexual activities with her. I just said-"

"You literally ripped me from my work to tell me you're 100% sure she's trying to seduce, be for real 'your honor'" Riri folded her arms as I raised my eyebrow.

"I didn't say that either. I'm just saying that she never dressed like that before when we used to date. I mean, ever since she got here, all she's worn is bodycon dresses that leave little to no imagination to what her breasts look like...and the lingerie." Shuri added, sounding embarrassed that she was discussing this. "Like who is she trying to impress? The elders?"

Tell that to your girlfriend.

"Maybe she just gained confidence after breaking up with you." Riri suggested, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, if you want her so much then have her, if you don't then...don't. You're the queen of Wakanda, don't disturb my life with your girl problems please."

"I don't have..." Shuri paused almost as if she realized something and then I watched as her fists balled up and anger fixed on the face that was once embarrassed. "I don't even know why I'm stressing over her. She left me, she's an asshole."

You stopped listening after that, your eyebrows furrowing at that. Yeah, yeah go ahead and tell everyone I'm an asshole when all I wanted was my girlfriend to look at me as more than an annoying piece of distraction. Gosh.

You looked down at your papers, she had to sign some of them. If she's so convinced you're trying to seduce her, then might as well right? She doesn't know who she's messing with.

You took the pen from your ear and hung it on your dress with the back. Right next to your cleavage. Hmph. I'll make this harder for her than she thinks.

You take a few quiet steps back before walking towards the door, opening the door to the throne room. The noise caused the two women to look up.

"Wow, you have amazing timing." Riri said as she looked between you and Shuri slightly.

She looked at you with pure hatred in her eyes, almost as if the whole conversation you just listened to didn't happen. You sigh and look at her sternly.

"Miss Udaku, I brought my calculations and blueprints of the dehydration machine like you asked." You say, handing the papers to her. "All you have to do is sign here to approve.."

She barely skimmed through the papers before shaking her head and looking away and saying no. "This won't work, do it again."

"I've done these calculations like 15 times because you weren't satisfied, this isn't basic math you know that right?" Your eyes widened slightly.

You didn't eat breakfast for this. You missed lunch for this. While you've been in the lab slaving away, Malia had no problem posting the picnic date Shuri took her on, as well as all the food they got on the way. Ugh seeing her smug smile on your phone screen made you lose my appetite.

"Holy shit, this is like 40 pages of calculations," Riri said, looking through the stapled papers you had presented. "And the blueprint. I think this looks goo-"

"You think." Shuri cut her off. "You don't know. I am queen and I know how to properly defend my country.

"No one said you didn't." You cut her off.

"I've been handling Wakandan tech for all my life." She started again as you rolled my eyes.

"So have I. I know what I'm talking about." You say again, looking her dead in the eye.

Shuri took a deep breath like she was about to smack you before looking around. "Pen." She said signaling to both you and Riri to see if you both had pens.

You ran your hands along the side of your dress before looking away. If she wants the pen, she's gonna have to get it herself.

It took a few moments but then you felt the movement of a hand above your cleavage area. She was reaching for the pen. You breathed in, causing my chest to rise. Her hand did more than graze over your cleavage at that point, it almost grabbed a fist full of it.

She immediately realized and darted her hand away, grabbing the pen while doing so.

You turned around to see her looking down at the papers more flustered than ever. You scoffed under my breath.

"Fine, here. Approved, now leave." She said, not even looking up at me. You took the papers but then paused.

"You can keep the pen, I have plenty more."

You turn around on my heel before exiting the throne room just in time to hear Riri go

"What the hell was that?!"

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"HA!" you sighed as you got the last hit on one of the Dora Milage warriors before sighing.

"She still has the moves." Okoye teased as all the warriors, including the one you just beat in the sparring, praised and clapped for you.

You steadied your breathing before smiling and moving your hair to the side. You had changed out of your work outfit and you were in a white cropped tank top with black basketball shorts and sneakers.

You twisted the spear in your hand before placing it in the ground, causing another wave of applause.

"Thank you, thank you" You joked, laughing. But your face soon dropped as soon as you hear a voice behind you.

"Why is she here?"

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head so hard that it hurt. Of course, she trained with the Dora Milage. You sighed and picked up your spear turning around as Okoye talked on your behalf.

"I know you guys don't like each other but please, this is a training area so please just keep the pettiness out of the room?"

You fix the low ponytail at the back of your head, smoothening out your hair with your hand. You eyed her up and down, taking in her uniform. She was dressed similarly to you in a crop top and shorts but her tattoos really highlighted her body in the best way possible. You can tell she was training by herself for a bit because her hair was a bit wet. From her toned abs to her posture, everything about her was just so...attractive.

"Again, why is she here?" She asked again, not even bothering to look at you.

Way to turn somebody off.

You look away as your mother stepped up.

"My queen, Y/N is just training with us for now. She has always been in the front lines of Wakanda and with this war with Namor-"

"She will not be fighting in the front lines and that's final." Shuri says almost too quickly making every surprised.

"By my queen."

"No."

At first, you looked away, hiding a smile. It reminded of you of when she would always hold you and beg you not to go into battle because she was always afraid of you hurting yourself. She used to be so sweet, especially towards you. Memories of you guys working on lab tech and laughing away together filled your mind but before you could get lost in it, the argument quickly pulled you away from your thoughts.

"The only reason she was brought back here was to help with the calculations. I don't need any more useless bodies dropping out there."

"Wow." was all you could voice. What she said was hurtful and you're not going to lie. Even when you guys were breaking up, you never degraded her. No wait, that's a lie.

Your face expression tightened as your mother looked at Shuri full of rage like she was about to kill the only remaining queen of Wakanda. She does not play about you, which is why both you and Okoye had to put a hand on her shoulder to move her away from Shuri.

Shuri looked at you with hatred in her eyes, like you were the one that killed her family.

"You know what, you don't even belong here."

"What's got you so mad?" You ask, offended. She wasn't so angry when you say her about 2 hours ago. Was it a thing with Malia?

"You've overstayed your welcome. Now leave."

"Wakanda? My home?" You asked out of disbelief, there's no way. You haven't even been back over to visit your tribe yet or the marketplace.

"No. The country you left years ago. The country that you abandoned." She said coldly turning away. "I don't like repeating myself. Leave."

"No! You have no right to kick me out of my rightful home, are you crazy?! I'M ALLOWED TO BE HERE!"

"Shuri, maybe we should all calm down before making hash decisions..." Okoye said, stepping in for you.

"I AM YOUR QUEEN!" Shuri turned around angrily, suddenly raising her voice at everyone. "WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT I WANT AND WHAT I WANT IS HER GONE, NOW. LEAVE!" She said, yelling at you, towering over you again.

You sniffed as tears in your eyes began to fall, her expression never changing. "Fuck you, real shit." You push her away and angrily walk out of the training area.

As you walked through the palace hallways, you began to sob uncontrollably. The last time you left, you weren't the one sobbing like this. You almost dropped to your knees, You had to hold onto the doors. You hadn't been back here for 4 years, all the nostalgia hitting...you at least wanted to visit your dad..and T'Challa.

You missed their funerals because you were too hardheaded to come back over here. "I didn't even get to bury them...and now I can't even say goodbye." You choke out, wiping your tears which were soon replaced with tears of rage.

Your eyes turned red as every bone in your body felt like they were on fire. You were taking deep breaths as that moment replayed in your head. You just wanted to throw her across the room and rip out every fucking bone in her body.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice from behind you said.

You quickly recognized her as Malia.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you." You roll my eyes, dismissing her.

She kept pestering you though. "You're going to have to start referring to me as your princess...queen. You know that right?" It's almost as a small chuckle left her mouth.

This bitch.

"But seriously though. Are you okay?"

"I SAID GO AWAY." You turned around rapidly, moving your hand in a swift motion. Immediately, she went flying across the wall, hitting her back on a pillar hard and sliding down, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Fuck, it happened again.

"SHITTTTT" You heard another voice speak out as your head turned around swiftly.

It was Riri, she had her hand on her mouth as she held a phone in her free hand, the camera facing you. She just caught you on fucking video.

"Delete that footage!" You said, starting to walk towards her when your foot hit an object. You looked down, noticing it was Malia's phone.

You noticed she was texting someone under the contact name "Daddy 💞." You were about to ignore it until you saw Shuri's name in their conversation.

You squinted your eyes, picking up the phone as you looked at the picture for the contact.

"No fucking way."

You scroll through the messages as fast as you can, seeing a bunch of pictures of her and her father who you're CERTAIN you've seen from somewhere before.

Namor.

"Ain't no fucking way, this has to be a joke, a set up."

But it's true, pictures of her when she was little, pictures of them underwater together. They were definitely not taken on a phone but it was definitely them.

"God this idiot was seriously going to marry the daughter of her enemy.."

"MALIA!" Shuri shouted as you turned around to be met with her squatting, eyes wide open at her girlfriend's unconscious body. A bunch of Dora Milage warriors looking at it and then everyone turned to you.

"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER, I SWEAR!"

Which was technically true. You didn't but she did.

"Arrest her."

The warriors were hesitant at first until Shuri screamed on the top of her lungs.

"ARREST HER!"

Your mother and Okoye looked at you with tears in their eyes as they approached you.

"Mom.."

As they tried to capture you, you slipped away from their grip, shaking your head.

You darted down the hallway as a chase ensued. You heard Okoye calling for more warriors through her kimoyo beads.

They were on your tail. You quickly turned around a hallway to see more warriors waiting for you. You turned around when the original warriors had you cornered.

You looked to your left, darting down through a hallway and then up multiple flight of stairs, Malia's phone tucked into your pocket tightly.

You made it over to the hallway where the apartments were and rushed into yours. Taking deep breaths, you turned around as a small group of warriors cornered you. You start taking steps backwards, them taking steps forward.

"I didn't touch her."

They didn't seem to listen and as you kept backing away, you felt your body almost fall through the open window.

"Shit!"

"Y/N!" Your mother cried out as she took slow steps towards you.

"Baby, step away from the window please, we can talk it all out with Shuri, figure it all out."

"Y/N, you're going to hurt yourself please." Okoye pleaded with your mom.

Another Dora Milage warrior suddenly darted towards you with handcuffs, causing you to slip and fall.

"Y/N!"

You closed your eyes momentarily before you couldn't open them anymore.

I cried, I cried, and I cried.

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myf00djournal · 6 months

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December

🎄

Gym challenge done ✅ - now what?

2024 is looking different for me. I have decided not to play representative netball and stick to club which means my commitments have dwindled. I am excited because this means more time for gym, running, maintaining a swim every now and then, time at home oh and time for my masters degree (of course). And working full time 😛

For now, let’s focus on Dec/Jan.

*I am back to training Monday and Tuesday this week.

*Tomorrow is my last day of work!

*I have surgery for my endo on Wednesday

*I will be completing resting the rest of that week

*Still on leave the week of the 11th but may be able to do a light walk and get out and about

*Gym Christmas party on the 15th

*Possibly attending work functions on 18-19 including our Christmas lunch

*Follow up with my specialist on the 20th to hopefully get good news and be cleared for some light training across Christmas/New Year

*Maybe parkrun on the 23rd???

*Christmas at ours on 24th

*Special Christmas parkrun!

*Christmas brunch at my sisters 25th, Joshs dad in the afternoon

*Parkrun on the 30th and special NYD run (god I hope I’m cleared)

*Off on our beautiful cruise (Celebrity Edge 🤩 with a beautiful balcony room and suite) 3-13 Jan 🚢 to celebrate EIGHT years of marriage 🥰🥰🥰

I tried to write this chronologically and I feel like the first few points could have been in a better order but you get the idea.

I think it’ll be nice to have forced rest and look after myself (and have Josh look after me ☺️) after such a hectic few months. I would love to maintain my physique and current fitness baselines and I am glad I chose methods and strategies that are sustainable. I mean, losing 10kg in three months on an average of around 1900cals is pretty cool right? However after discussions with @taoistimmortal and after I vent to my IRL coach at my gym tomorrow, it is clear I perhaps underate as I lost lean tissue which is SAD but somewhat inevitable. Maybe I’ll make a separate post about my thoughts on this again???? This was meant to be about the future 😅

#gymlife #training #strength and conditioning #nutrition #food #food log #mfp #wieiad #personal #health & fitness

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jinnieboosworld · 1 year

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Teaser

Paring: Hyunjin × Fem Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, historical au, 18+

W/C: 426

Tag list: ...

Comment if you want to be added

A/n I wanted to give you guys just a little bit of part one. I'm so excited to show you guys the full part when i finish because I worked so hard to write it, but until then I hope you enjoy this teaser.

What is it like to be in love?

Well if you were to ask Hwang Hyunjin, he would read to you a very long and poetic novel written by himself, just to say,

Love is different for everyone.

I say all of this to say that Hyunjin is a lost artist, an inexperienced prince. The reason of him giving such a long drawn out answer is just to differ from the fact that he himself has never experienced true love.

So why now was he sitting at a dining table waiting to meet his soon-to-be bride? To answer this let's travel 2 weeks into the past.

It was a cool breezy Tuesday afternoon. Hyunjin was in his private garden sat in front of a large canvas, painting a scene of a cute cottage sat in a field with flowers and trees of all colors while a couple sat in the grass having a picnic. Truly a beautifully artistic scene, combined with the watercolor paints he was using the entire painting was stunningly romantic. It was a complete contrast to his actual life, the only thing he was actually taking any inspiration from was the garden in front of him other than that everything was completely from his imagination that was skewed do to his romanticized view of love.

"Prince Hyunin" called the messenger man from the entrance of the garden. "May I enter?" he said still standing at the entrance.

"Of course" Hyunjin said. The man walked over to Hyunjin. The man bowed and said "Pardon me your majesty for interrupting but the King and Queen have requested your presence in the meeting room." Hyunjin looked at him a bit confused. "Seungmin, why are you being so formal"

The younger man, Seungmin looked down sadly at his hands as he fiddled with his fingers. "The King and Queen told me that it is inappropriate for a peasant of my rank to speak so informally to a royal and that if I continued to do so l'II be relieved of my duties."

"Seungmin you know that your my friend right? My parents could never fire you, I wouldn't let them." Seungmin sighed " You and I both know they don't listen to anything you say. Good day your highness." Hyunjin watched as the male walked out the door.

"Tardiness cannot be tolerated from a prince" said Hyuniin mother as he walked through the door. "My apologies Mother. May I ask what this meeting is concerning." "Well Hyunjin" his father started

"We've finally found you a betrothed."

#skz #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz ff #stray kids #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz series #skz smut #skz x female reader #hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin angst

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sochilll · 2 years

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October 19 - “You’ve got leaves in your hair.”

Day 18 Day 20 All Days (Prompt list)

Jared was in love with Evan. Whatever. Old news. Except that it kept hitting him over and over. He’d just be going about his day and Evan would do something and Jared would just be smacked in the face with it again.

“Hey,” Evan’s head appeared over the edge of Jared’s loft bed. “Do you want to come tour campus with me?”

Jared had finished unpacking yesterday afternoon and hadn’t gotten out of bed since. “Not really.”

“Come on.” Evan made puppy dog eyes. It wasn’t even intentional, that was the worst part. “I wanna find my classes before Monday.”

Living with Evan had been a mistake. But Jared couldn’t think of any way that he could explain to his mom why they wouldn’t share a dorm if they were going to the same college.

“I’ll buy you lunch.” Evan offered.

Jared groaned, dragging himself into a sitting position. “Fine. Okay I’ll go.”

Evan grinned and there it was again. Smack.

The campus was big. Jared was definitely going to get lost once or twice this week. Evan would probably be fine. He was unnaturally good at navigation. Jared was terrible with directions. He still got lost in their hometown sometimes.

The walkways were lined with trees, their leaves fading to orange and yellow. Some of the leaves were scattered across the grass and concrete but most were still clinging to their branches.

“I think my bio class is that way.” Evan was squinting at the map they’d gotten at orientation like a loser.

“Can you look less like a freshman please?”

Evan frowned at him. “I am a freshman.”

God, he was so stupid. Jared wanted to kiss him.

“No one else is carrying a map.” Jared pointed out.

Evan looked around. He smiled. “At least our moms aren’t still here.” He nodded toward a boy standing by the bookstore looking absolutely humiliated while his mom flipped through a huge binder.

Jared laughed. “Fair point. As long as we can see that guy, you are not the lamest person on campus.”

Evan beamed like that was a real compliment. Smack. “Come on. I wanna find my stats class.”

“Why are you talking stats?” Jared wrinkled his nose.

Evan shrugged, leading the way down a path between two buildings. “Seemed like the least terrible math class. There it is.” He pointed to a red brick building.

The wind picked up, making Jared shiver in his sweatshirt and sending leaves flying through the air.

“I think my calc class is in this building too. When do you have stats?”

“Mondays and Wednesdays at eleven.”

“Mm. I have calc Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

“Oh. Hey when do you have that class-“ Evan trailed off, smiling slightly at Jared.

“What?” Jared demanded.

Evan met Jared’s eyes, still smiling. “You’ve got leaves in your hair.”

Jared ran a hand through his hair quickly.

Evan shook his head. “Can I just…?”

Jared shrugged like he didn’t care. Evan stepped forward and pulled a few leaves out of Jared’s hair. Jared watched them flutter to the ground. Evan picked out the last leaf and then fixed Jared’s hair a little.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“All good.” Evan smiled. “Okay.” He was already looking at the map again. “I think my lit class is like on the completely other side of campus.” He spun around, squinted at a building, turned around again, and then started walking. “It’s this way!”

“Wait, what were you gonna say?” Jared jogged to catch up to him.

“Oh. When do you have that class about like mythology or whatever? We never found out if we’re in the same section.”

“Right. Hang on.” Jared dug out his phone and pulled up his schedule. “Tuesday and Thursday at nine?”

“Yeah.” Evan smiled, still studying his map. “Cool so we have that one together.”

“Cool. So when I wanna sleep in, you can take notes for me.”

Evan finally looked up to roll his eyes at Jared. “Not gonna happen.”

“Oh I think it will.” Jared pulled the map out of Evan’s hands. He quickly pointed to each building he had a class in. “One two three four five. I’m done. Lunch time.”

Evan sighed but folded the map up and stuck it in his back pocket.

There were a few restaurants on campus that they scoped out before settling on pizza. Jared found them a booth while Evan ordered and paid.

“Fifteen minutes.” Evan said, sliding into the booth across from Jared. He pushed Jared’s drink across the table.

“Thanks.” Jared took a drink. “What’s the over-under on you having a breakdown on the first day?”

Evan tilted his head. “What does over-under even mean?”

“No idea.” Jared shrugged. “Just thought it sounded cool.”

Evan laughed. Smack. “I actually feel okay. Surprisingly.” He leaned back in his seat. “I feel like I’ll survive.”

“That is very shocking.” Jared said, planting his elbows on the table. “Why? Did you find the cure to anxiety? I’m sure the internet would like to know.”

Evan smiled. “No. Definitely not that.” He shrugged, picking at the part where his seat was cracking. “I don’t know. I think it’s just all the research I did, and touring, and…” He flushed slightly. “You being here… helps.”

“Hmm. Noted. I was trying to make things worse.”

Evan snorted. “Whatever. You like being helpful.”

“I do not.”

“You do too. You love feeling useful and needed.” Evan said it casually. This wasn’t a serious conversation, they were just joking. He had no idea how close he was to completely unraveling Jared’s whole identity.

“I like being left alone.”

“Me too.” Evan looked up as his name was called from the front. He got up from the booth. “You don’t count though. I don’t get tired of you. Usually.” He walked off to get their food.

Smack.

#obligatory and they were roommates tag #also obligatory Jared is in love with Evan and can’t stop realizing it whenever Evan is like :)#deh #kleinsen #my writing

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gwydionmisha · 2 years

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Personal: Of Melons, Resin, and Bone

Friday I discovered that I am now dangerously allergic to Cantaloupe. My throat didn't close all the way, so I didn't die, but the swelling in my mouth was scary and bad things happened in my throat. I appear to be also reactive to honeydew and cucumber, though not to that extent. Sigh. More beloved foods lost forever. I spent the weekend trying to recover. There is still a bad patch at the back of my mouth and I'm still tired and generally ick, butt this is nuisance level from a chronic pain perspective.

Monday was disability assessment, which I had completely forgotten. Luckily I had just gotten back from the bathroom as it's super long. Normally I like to be at my desk where I have better access for things like checking my meds, since I have the bottles there for the dailies instead of just presort med trays and emergency PRN bottles.

Tuesday, I spent a stupid amount of time at the Seelie dentist. We have a good mold, and they sealed my tooth, and replaced my temp with a preliminary. It is the same amount of be super careful what and how one eats, but now if I fuck up I don't get a second root canal (not covered), I just get pain and have to go in for a replacement preliminary. I'm going to try not to fuck up, but the stakes being lower is a huge fucking help. They kept remarking on what a good/easy patient I am. I have no anxiety and mostly just meditate unless they need me to do something.

Did I mention Seelie Dentist’s intake form had a section right under legal name for preferred name and pronouns and they were all super polite and seemed really competent. 10/10 would recommend and I’d make them my regular dentist if I weren’t already a patient at poverty clinic, where they also are super good with trans patients.

I got back just in time to see if Head Millennial wanted pick up. (I usually collect them downtown and we do errands on Wednesdays, but he was meant to take the bus as I had no clue how long crown preliminary would take). It was cool in the morning, but melting hot in the late afternoon, and we were dishrags by the time we got back to the air conditioning, so I told them to do bare minimum after their break and took them home.

#Personal

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ineffablehogwash · 1 year

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I'd like to vent about my service industry job for a moment, feel free to ignore. I'd put a break if the fucking mobile app would let me, but I can't get it rn, so I'm sorry.

As a preface:

Already having 10+ years food service experience, I slid into this job with practically no training needed, and have now been here for a year, busting my ass and doing far more than I ever should have between prep, cleaning, service, etc. (and just to side-gripe, never gotten any sort of raise or recognition from the men with the money.)

Despite her admittedly having some kind of gross hot takes and political opinions, between going through our late ADHD diagnosis and treatment together and having similar job/general life experiences, I've become decent friends with my current manager. Unfortunately, part of our shared experience is being/having been food service managers for a place with ignorant, stingy, trash-men as owners.

In a commercial kitchen it is a legal requirement here (and in most places) to have a ventilation hood, and is something that a single notification to the local fire marshall would incite immediate closure and steep fines for. There are exceptions to this rule, but that's for places like Smoothie King where they don't even as much as bake cookies in-house.

We are not a Smoothie King.

We utilize a full gas setup for a double frier, flat top grill, stove top range, and two ovens, in a kitchen that may be smaller than some of your living rooms.

When using these kinds of equipment without a functional hood, not only can it raise the temperature to disgustingly, nauseatingly-high temperatures, it also allows for smoke, airborne grease particulates, and toxic fume byproducts building up in the kitchen, and depending on various circumstances and floor plans, creep into customer areas.

Well, my manager and I had noticed and notified the owners starting at least two weeks ago that ours was making a lot of noise that did not seem normal or okay.

We were blown off, mansplained to about 'moisture on the fan belts causing a little noise now and then', and a lot of other bullshit excuses to just ignore it.

This kept going day after day, progressively getting worse every time we turned it on. I could not hear anyone over the noise it was making unless I left the grill side altogether. I feel like this goes without being said, but this makes busy service more difficult than it needs to be.

Yesterday, New Years Eve, the main owner was there while it made more Jurassic Park sound effects and still blew it off while the manager and I both stared at him. I finished my shift out and left.

Later, come time for dinner service, it finally happened.

Here are excerpts from the text conversation I had with the manager:

"The hood motor completely died during dinner tonight. That sound we’ve been hearing was the fan bearings shattering. They’re trying to still do brunch tomorrow. We will close after, stay closed until Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday at the earliest. HAPPY NEW YEAR, enjoy your day (days?) off! 🤡🔫"

..."I've been on and off the phone with them while they tried to rig it with the spare intake motor. The bearings completely destroyed it tho. I said "So no brunch?" and he said we'll still do brunch, just with the door open and a fan. I said "No one should work that grill without a hood, it's illegal for a reason." ..."

"He seemed flabbergasted that we might not want to work without a hood. ..."

"This is the most comical, theatrically written moment of karmic retribution, and they're completely ignoring the bad omen staring them in the face lmao"

"CMON JUST BE COOL GUYS, THINK OF THE BUSINESS."

Of course it devolved into meme trash:

So since I have a child to feed and they are the type to opt towards spending thousands of the shop savings on unnecessary music equipment for events that don't pertain to us, but can't use that same pool for preventative equipment maintenance, repairs, or lost wages due to negligence of said maintenance, I went in for my opening shift this morning.

Ending up just being me watching this disrespectful, mansplaining, stoned out of his mind, "I'd vote for Obama again" performative liberal stutter and flounder, arguing with the manager about whether to be open or closed, making very insensitive comments about "needing the money too" and "no one wanting to work anymore" (paraphrasing, and a lot of comments hyper-situational to a few of our individual circumstances) until he broke and called it.

Now we're closed indefinitely because of the holiday timing. 🙃

I'm awaiting the update call from the manager - seems they stayed behind to continue yelling at one another, but she said she wants to help me fix up my resume.

Fuck this place, this job, this industry, and capitalism, and uh, thank you for reading I guess?

Anyway, want some shitty fan art done of your favorite ships or ocs? Proceeds go to this temporarily out-of-work nb parent lol

#happy new year #work sux #personal

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mizkit · 3 months

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new blog post: ICFA: the first two days

new blog post on https://mizkit.com/icfa-the-first-two-days/

ICFA: the first two days

Ok, I’m going to try an actual con writeup here, before I forget everything.

We got into Florida on Tuesday evening, collapsed into bed around 11pm, got up at 8am, and as I kept telling people all week, “I’m doing really well right now, but as of about 6pm, I make no promises for the rest of the evening!” Which was pretty prophetic: I hit a wall hard around 6pm every night, but also usually had a dinner or other activity planned, and since I can keep going forever as long as I have an audience, it went all right.

My family and I were basically there for completely different weeks: I was at the con, and they went to Universal Studios, SeaWorld, and comic shops. :D But my mother-in-law, who was in North Carolina visiting her own in-laws, came down for a day with one of Ted’s aunts, and while I only saw them at dinner one night, it was so very lovely to see them at all, and the boys got to spend a whole day and a few meals with them, so that was really good.

So while they were doing that…

Wednesday was the opening ceremonies and stuff (a formal term, that), where I met my fellow GoH Mary Turzillo and the guest scholar, Mame Bougouma, with whom I immediately had a panel that I remember no details of except we had fun. laughs The topic of the convention was ‘whimsy,’ and I know we discussed what that meant and how we worked with it, but yeah, the details are already lost to time and a lack of sleep. But that’s okay, because in many ways the whole thing is really more about connecting with the people than the actual panels, and we had a great connection.

I know I had lunch with my friend and birthday twin Novella, and with another of the organizers, an American man named Andrew who lives in Berlin and who, somehow, was informed almost immediately that I make terrific fudge and may now be coming over at Christmas to get some or something. laughs I hadn’t seen Novella in…a very long time…and it was wonderful to catch up with her. And that afternoon I went to a reading by (among others) Geoffrey Landis, who read two equally terrific pieces–The Chat Bot and the Drone, and Cowzilla–both of which were funny in very different ways, but the Chatbot story was also, like, wow. I felt like it had some real digs in it. Augh, it was so cool, guys!

Wednesday evening was the welcoming reception, where Ellen Kushner recognized me (ELLEN KUSHNER RECOGNIZED ME, GUYS!!!!) and, realizing I knew basically no one, introduced my around, including to, excuse me while I try to contain my squee, Gay and Joe Haldeman (I think, actually, that I’d met Gay before at a Worldcon, perhaps), and upon learning I lived in Ireland, Gay said, “Oh, I have to introduce you to my niece, she’s going to Ireland in a few weeks!” and brought me over to introduce me to her niece, who I will hopefully be meeting up with for an afternoon in a couple of weeks. :D So, you know, THAT was a wild success. faints with joy <3 <3 <3

Thursday morning I managed to go to an actual presentation (this is technically an academic conference! there were all these intellectual nerds around! it was great!), the topic of which was “Aging Women and Corporate Personhood,” and all three papers were TERRIFIC. The first focused on a couple of Asian films and how they dealt with aging women (I’ll get the titles, I don’t have my notes with me right now, but the presenter thought the first did badly by its protagonist and the second did well by her, and her argument seemed solid and I want to watch them both now).

The second was quite specifically about Linda Hamilton and the Terminator franchise and how she was aging and how that reflected through society. The presenter actually ran out of time on that one, which was a pity because I really wanted to hear all of it, and I need to contact her to see if I can get a copy of the paper so I can read what she didn’t have time to present.

The third, which tied in because the presenter focused primarily on the concept of corporate personhood as delivered through the Terminator franchise, started out strong, got bogged down in plot details, and just as I was wondering if it was going to come together at all, came together TERRIFICALLY as a thesis on the shift from Cyberdine as the evil faceless corporation presented in the 80s and 90s into the most modern variation of it (minus, arguably, Dark Fate), which presents a charismatic individual as the face of the corporations, thus reflecting a social shift from Evil Faceless Corporation to Charismatic Icon Leadership that helps to take the teeth out of corporate evil, and I was like WHOA. GOOD JOB! at the end of it.

I could genuinely have stayed there listening to all three of them all day; they were really great presentations, and I saw the second two presenters during the rest of the con and was able to tell them how much I’d enjoyed their papers, so that was really great.

We had an official luncheon on Thursday (the food at this thing was SHOCKINGLY good!); Mary gave a plenary speech on whimsy, and I went to more readings in the afternoon before having my own later in the evening. I read from Somebunny to Love, which was a pretty funny thing to do at an academic conference :D, and from Roses in Amber, which was perhaps more du jour. :D

The second half of that event was a Q&A, which I felt went pretty well, and certainly Novella, who was interviewing me, and I had a good time. Hopefully everybody else did too. :)

And then I collapsed into bed and now this is already One Million Words Long so I’ll stop with Thursday and try to do Friday and Saturday in another post. :)

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niamhsnationalproject · 5 months

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Week 2

Monday

The morning session launched the employability section of the module. It intended to plant the seed of thinking about how we will start to market ourselves once completing our degree.

We spent the rest of this day with our group attempting to come to a conclusion of where we should base our project. After contemplating for a good while, we decided to put it to a vote just so we could continue on with the project, moving on to thinking about the contents of our shop front.

The majority came to being in support of being in located in northampton as there is an old bank on the corner of the drapery, facing all saints church that sparked our interest. it has an aesthetically pleasing, original facade. The building also would have a nice view out as it is a curved corner building that can see onto one of the better looking high streets in Northampton’s town centre. To see if we could find out who owns the building without being in Northampton, I emailed the council from their website quoting the most recent authorised planning permissions so that they would know which building we were on about. I explained our situation (being students and our brief) and asked if they had any information on the building or if they had any contacts they could give to point us in the right direction. The council’s website say they should get back in contact with us within 5 working days so hopefully we have a response by the end of the week.

Tuesday

I came into the studio Tuesday evening as we were going to be in contact with Chicago via the ouija board that Sarah had made. It was really cool to see the interactions taking place and seeing their responses to our questions. I found it hard to think of questions on the spot but we did find out some interesting information about how their courses work and a bit about Chicago (having their first snow).

Wednesday

We had our scheduled feedbacks for the previous modules in the morning. I wasn’t feeling very well unfortunately so opted to receive my feedback over teams. I have been struggling mentally since being back this semester which i think stemmed from being burnt out and has spiralled. As a result of this, i will be commuting in on a Monday morning and returning back to northampton Wednesday night and remaining in Northampton until the following Monday. This will either be until i can find someone to take my tenancy at my student accommodation or until i am well enough to take care of myself. I think my grade from the local brief represents this as i feel as though i could have done a lot better if i had engaged more with the module.

We had organised as a group to take the free time in the afternoon to come in and discuss/ brainstorm ideas for the space however as I wasn’t in, I couldn’t be much help. By the sounds of it, no decisions were made as Rachel wasn’t in either so we will reconvene on Monday instead.

Thursday

Rather than attending the adobe workshop on the Thursday, i had opted to go on the school of art trip to London. We started by going to a small cafe connected to an apartment hotel that i had found online. The colour scheme and decor were really nice, choosing browns/oranges and greens. There were many plants scattered across the foyer that made the place very cosy.

We then made our way to the Victoria and Albert museum. I would’ve really liked to have seen the Chanel exhibition however it was completely sold out. Instead, we had a look around the main exhibition that they have open to the public for free. This included a range of sculptures, ironwork, garments, accessories and other objects. I had taken a range of pictures of my favourite pieces to either do some studies of when i had some free time (I would’ve liked to have sat and done some sketches but we were limited on time and chose to see as much as we could in the museum instead). The images that i had taken are now lost as i had my phone stolen 5-10 minutes before getting on the coach to leave London. While it was good to see the different exhibits, none of them spoke out to me in terms of our current project. As it was mostly traditional art there also wasn’t any creative technologies used in the free exhibits either.

Over the weekend i learnt that the gunpowder plot was conspired in Northamptonshire (Ashby house) by some wealthy men of high standing, this could be something to explore within our concept or proposal for the shopfront.

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fredcasden · 1 year

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Good afternoon everyone,

Last night's stream of Bayonetta certainly drove home the point that the plot of the game makes no sense what so ever. Between apparent time travel shenanigans, the resurrection of a 'god' to destroy and remake the universe, lost memories and more plot holes than an Ed Wood film, it makes my head hurt trying to have it all make sense. Also didn't help with the number of long cut scenes in Chapters 14, 15 & 16 that tried to justify everything.

Still, it was a lot of fun, the boss battles got more over the top, and the reuse of earlier bosses made for a great call back, even if that is a bit cliche. The music in the later half of the game certainly was awesome to listen to, and this certainly was a game that justified my usual 'watch through the credits' because of the 'extra fights' that take place during it, and the dance video at the very end.

Now will I play Bayonetta again? More than likely yes, as there is the Xbox One version, so if and when I play this game again, it'll be that version, just to play it with superior visuals! Real question is, do I feel like I could handle the game on normal difficulty.... I'm not sure, I got dodging down pretty good, but combos could be a pain to pull off.

Question is, what will be the next Monday-Tuesday game, at this time I'm not completely sure as of yet, as I do have plenty of options!

For the raid we dropped in on PowerThumbZ while they were playing Prey over on twitch.tv/PowerThumbz!

Bayonetta (Xbox 360) Achievements

Commander Of Magic: Purchase all techniques.

Treasure Collector: Discover half of all the Umbra Witches' final resting places.

Iustitia, Giver Of Life: Defeat Iustitia on any difficulty.

Feels Good, Doesn't It?: Execute 50 Torture Attacks.

Sapientia, Controller Of Seas: Defeat Sapientia on any difficulty.

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble: Create 20 Concoctions.

Master Of The Heavens: Defeat Father Balder on any difficulty.

Taste Of The Witching Hour: Complete all Chapters on any difficulty.

Stream Clip Links

Stylishly Cool!

So sorry!

We just punched it in the face!

Mom had an okay first day at the nursing / rehab facility, she is getting along with her room mate. She had her first session of physical therapy, they had her walking a little bit, which is good. If anyone would like to donate to her gofundme dedicated to covering medical related costs, please visit: https://gofund.me/6adf8354

Had a 45-minute telephone conference that could probably help resolve a few worries I've had since mid-December, fingers crossed!

I've been really working on knocking out these series of Mass Effect short story commissions, and now gradually working to where things can reach the Mass Effect 3 era of the franchise, but there are some lingering tales the client wants based on Mass Effect 2.

Today's Fitness Boxing 2 daily workout featured Advanced Combo #1, Beginner Combo #2 and Uppercut Combo #1 for 34 minutes.

What did the drummer call his two twin daughters? Anna one, Anna two.

Song of the Day: Malibu by Miley Cyrus

For tonight's stream, we're playing Fall Guys and Fallout 76, if Iceman joins in, we'll be wrapping up his run of the Brotherhood of Steel story arc!

So on that note we'll see you later over on twitch.tv/fredcasden!

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buildmeafairytale · 3 years

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Female Reader x Male Selkie

This is my very first commission! I was commissioned by @shy-basementchild for a birthday present for her friend, @anjhope1. They’re the sweetest and I’m so glad I got to write this for them! It was fun to write and a new experience to write for someone other than myself. I hope you guys enjoy reading it and if anyone is interested in a commission or monster match, my ko-fi is here.

You leave your house in the afternoon and the cool air is nothing but a familiar comfort under the layers you have on. Like most days, the rocky beach beckons you to its shore. You manuvare the cliffs like you’ve done it a thousand times. You probably have by now. This place has been home for a while now. The town is more of a small fishing village but there’s a touristy block that has lots of shops that you frequent. It’s a cold and rainy place, but it just makes your house feel all the cozier for it.

The beach is even colder, with the chill turning your nose rosie. You breathe in the crisp air, relishing in the way it stings your lungs. You gaze out towards the rolling waves only to see what looks like a head poking out of the water. It’s foggy and far enough away that you convince yourself it’s a seal, not dwelling on it while you take your walk.

You’ve established a routine in this seaside village. You do a bit of freelance work in the mornings and leave the afternoons for your adventuring, finding the best coffee spots and shops in town. But the beach is your favorite by far. From the way the rocks crunch under your foot to the rhythmic sounds of the waves lapping the shore, this was your happy place.

The next day is quite the same. You walk your beach, picking up stray bits of trash you find. This time when you look out to the ocean, the head that pops up looks much more like a man’s than a seal. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t tear your eyes away. He’s still so far away, bobbing along with the waves and seemingly staring right back at you. And then he’s gone, just as quickly as he was there. As you walk the hair on the back of your neck prickles. You feel like you’re being watched but every time you turn to look no one is there.

This goes on, but the next few times he seems to get closer. It takes some time to come to terms with the fact your mind isn’t playing tricks on you, but by the time he’s closer to the shore you can no longer deny it. You wave and he just tilts his head and stares. You’re confused and unsure about things, and feel a bit crazy. You wonder if the fishermen working the docks would know anything about the mysterious man in the water so you make a trip down there

The docks are several miles up the beach, and you always make a point to avoid it. It’s bustling with people going between boats emptying lobster traps and the air smells like fish. You're nervous and watching your feet, making sure you don’t misstep on the slippery wood underneath you. You feel like everyone is looking at you but hardly anyone has seemed to bat an eye at your presence, all of them too busy to worry about you. You keep scanning the crowd in hopes of finding someone to ask about your man in the water. You’re ready to give up when you lock eyes with a man. A man you would recognize anywhere, since you’ve seen him everyday floating in the waves.

He is a presence and something to behold. He sits high up on a fishing barrel and his feet are still firmly planted on the ground. Muscular legs connect to a thick middle wrapped in a classic fisherman’s sweater. Long chestnut hair is tied back from his face and he holds a knife and apple in his hands. You stare and he raises his hand in greeting. The noise of the docks retreats to a buzzing in the back of your mind and you hold your breath. Time stands still and butterflies build before you're being bumped into by busy workers. The spell is broken and you rush out apologies for being in the way. You turn and leave as quickly as you came, having even more questions than when you arrived.

The next day you’re at your beach early with a book to occupy your time. You decide to stay there until you get some answers. You’re comfortable waiting and hope maybe he’ll come say hello. The grey eyes haunt you every time you close your own and you are restless. Was he some sort of creep, watching you from the water? He certainly didn’t look like the type to spy on women. He didn’t look like the type that would have to, gosh. Not that his good looks automatically made him trustworthy, but they certainly lowered your inhibitions.

While you were lost in thought of the handsome stranger, he had materialized in the sea not a hundred feet away from you. It startled you, but you waved anyway.

“Hi!” you yell out, tired of the voiceless staring contest that has been occurring. His lips twitch and he echoes your sentiment.

“Hi there,” he calls back, bobbing in the water.

“Isn’t it a bit too cold to swim?”

“A bit too cold for you, maybe,” he observes, his voice amused and carrying without strain despite the sound of the crashing waves.

You don’t know how to respond to this and the conversation fades when he dips under the surface, popping up a few feet away from where he was. His movements in the water are graceful and he swims in little laps not far from you. His upper body is bare to you above the black water, and he is thick corded muscle under a layer of softness that makes you want to touch him. He says nothing else to you but he doesn’t protest to your eyes on him. He seems content to be in your company and it isn’t for another while that he swims away and around the side of a cliff face, waving goodbye at you. You lose sight of him and while part of you is worried, the other part of you knows he must do this often and is obviously a practiced swimmer.

He’s there before you the next day and chattier too. He tells you his name is Aegis and asks you for yours. He asks what you do for work and how you like living in the small town. You tell him about your house up on the cliff and how much you love it. For how brooding and intimidating you first had found him, he was quickly becoming a friend. The conversation flowed easily and was comfortable, the two of you bantering a bit too.

“There’s so much beach, too. I love to see the water.”

“Not much to do besides sit at the beach, yeah?”

You shrug, “I like it here, it’s quiet. Or used to be, not that I oppose the company,” you jest at him, watching him take it all in stride.

“I’d hope not,” he flashes you a grin, “can’t have my beach buddy getting sick of me so soon.”

You give him a goofy grin back, trying to tamper down the butterflies growing in your stomach. You sit closer to him and the water, finding a comfortable seat on a washed up driftwood tree. “Maybe when it warms up I’ll join you for a swim,” you speak softly, picking at shells and rocks you like. You squeal when cold water splashes you, Aegis laughing when he has your attention.

“You ass!” you squeal out, going to splash him back. He bobs under the water again to evade you, an unmistakable grin stretched across his face. Your hand goes in the water to splash him back but it’s so cold it hurts and stings at your skin. That snaps you out of your playful game, and when Aegis comes up and sees the serious look in your eyes he tilts his head.

“What’s that look for?”

“Aegis, seriously, how the hell are you okay to swim? You aren't even wearing a wetsuit!. I don’t know how you don’t get hypothermia! ” You’re concerned and can’t help but reprimand him, unsure how he manages to not even have red skin from the water.

“I guess I’m just built different, lovely,” he says with an easy smile, leaning into a backstroke.

“Oh, built to withstand freezing cold water? Yeah, you’re different all right,” you tease back, retreating out of the water’s reach.

Things go on like this for days and the two of you get familiar with each other’s schedules, seamlessly working into the other’s routine. Aegis seems down today though, and he doesn't hesitate to inform you why.

“I have to go on a charter for a few days. I won’t be back until Tuesday,” he pouts, his pillowy lips exaggerated. You try not to let them distract you too much but he smirks like he notices you looking. You play along, pouting back.

“Aw, you’re gonna miss me too much?” you tease, despite knowing the next several days without him aren’t going to be as fun.

“Desperately,” he says back, in an all too serious way that makes your heart race. He winks and grins, dispelling the intensity and turning things playful again, something he seemed greatly skilled at. He flirts in jokes but never leaves any tension or pressure lingering which you were grateful for.

The days he is gone feel as if they last forever. It’s silly, really, how fond you’ve grown of him in such a short amount of time. You avoid the beach completely while he’s gone, knowing it will just make you miss your friend even more. Despite the way the time crawls by, though, Tuesday morning eventually comes around.

Something shocking greets you when you arrive at your beach that day. Aegis is there, but is perched on a large flat boulder. Instead of the thick legs you saw filling his jeans like you did on the docks, his lower half is that of a seal. It’s longer than his legs would be and heavy with blubber. He studies your reaction and you’re fascinated. You’ve heard talk of selkies before, the legend being popular in this part of the country, but you hardly thought you would see one in real life.

You try to look less confused than you are, not wanting to hurt aegis with an adverse reaction. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you watch him.

“Uh, hi?” you say to him, getting a calculating ‘hello’ back.

You nod to yourself while looking at him, “Okay, this makes sense? This is a better explanation than I had, at least.”

“Trying to rationalize my swimming habits, lovely?”

“Trying to rationalize you, lovely.” you toss back, feeling better when the same devious grin he’s worn around you makes an appearance. It’s still Aegis, and this is who he is. Or part of him, apparently.

“I wanted to show you, but I have a rule, lovely.”

“Rule?” you ask him, confused.

“Yes, a rule. Humans have taken advantage of my kind far too many times. So if I’m showing you this, and I’m going to keep coming back to see you, I need you to listen to me,” he tells you, full intensity focused on you. He goes on to explain the history of his people, the power of the sealskin, and the way humans would steal them to control selkies. He tells you in the past someone tried to steal his sealskin, but he could feel their intentions and replaced it with a fake, catching them in the act. These stories obviously pain him, and hearing about the kind selkies being taken advantage of in such a way is enough to make your heart clench.

“Never touch my sealskin.” He says, informing you of his rule.

“I would never,” you vow, throat tight with emotion. He nods at you, and then smiles. “Well come on then, out with the questions.” He doesn’t have to ask you twice, beckoning you close. You sit by him and let the questions start. They pour out of your lips and he answers them readily with a gleam in his eyes.

You’ve never been this close to him and you really soak in his appearance. His tail is mottled with creamy spots and patches, reminding you a little of your own birthmark. His lower half looks so soft and squishy but you know it must be powerful. Hair dusts his chest and other human skin, the curls making you want to run your hands over them.

It feels like some beautiful dream. You thank him for sharing this part of him with you and head home for the day, but as soon as you’re inside you're doubting that it really happened. But it did, and you see him again and again, each time feeling less like a daydream and more like a wonderful and magical reality.

“Your hair is going to get so tangled like that,” you tell him one day as he swims, watching his hair trail after him in the water. You wince in sympathy when you imagine him picking out the knots.

He grunts, “You’re telling me, I go through so much conditioner getting the knots out,” he responds, peeved.

“Well swimming with it down would do that! Why don’t you let me braid it?” you offer, instantly regretting it. The thought of sitting that close to him, of feeling the heat off of his skin as you run your hands through his hair is enough to make you feel light headed. Say no thanks, you think, unsure how you’ll handle this. Of course, he readily agrees.

“Okay,” he smiles, and you turn to let him get out of his sealskin and cover up. He sits in front of you and his shoulders part your thick thighs. You pick up his hair and it’s a matted mess. You don’t feel like running up to your house to get any tools so you slowly part the tangles with your fingers.

“It’s a knotted mess, Aegis,” you scold, trying not to hurt his scalp. He whines and exaggerates his wincing, acting as if you’re wounding him. “Big baby,” you mutter, sectioning off chunks with your hands. By the time it’s braided and secured with your extra tie the sun is going down. He’s slumped against you, sleepy.

“It’s supposed to be nice tomorrow, pretty girl. Swim with me?” he asks, voice slurred. You’re hesitant, not because you don’t trust him, but you’re a bit embarrassed about the idea of him seeing so much of your body.

“I have a birthmark,” you mutter, not looking at him. He turns and frowns at you with his forehead scrunched.

“Okay, and? You don’t owe me anything, but you know I have a literal tail right?”

“Oh what, you showed me yours and now I show you mine?” you giggle at him.

“I don’t think I’ve shown you anything yet,” he winks at you, flirting back while he gets up. The two of you get ready to leave your beach, packing things away. Aegis grabs his sealskin, but instead of putting it on he neatly folds it. “Would you give me a ride home? If you don’t mind, I mean. All dried off and I don't want to get in again.”

“Of course, just let me get my keys.”

The drive is quiet and comfortable, and his house isn’t far. To be fair though, nothing in this town is very far. When you pull into his driveway he leans over and kisses you on the cheek, eliciting a small gasp from you.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he tells you, an easy smile on his face. You feel your own heat up and you mumble back a goodnight. Your cheek tingles with his kiss your whole drive home.

In the morning you’re there earlier than normal and in your bathing suit trying not to look nervous about his reaction. Your birthmark stretches across and over a great deal of your skin, and while a lot of people assure you that it is unique and beautiful, you have been ridiculed plenty for it in the past. It makes you nervous to show new people and you only reveal it to those you trust. But you trust Aegis and he obviously trusts you too.

It’s as if Aegis can sense your nerves because he doesn’t make you wait long and talks you into the water right away. He compliments you but doesn’t linger or talk about your birthmark, only pulling you in the water with him. The cold has you sucking in air and your nipples pebbling in your swimsuit but Aegis pulls you close. The heat coming off of his body works to warm you, making the swim much more doable.

“You’re not luring me out into the ocean to drown me or anything, right?” you ask, legs bumping into his tail.

“I’m a selkie, not a siren,” he tsks, “we’re much nicer, I might just dunk you a few times,” he retorts, swimming further out.

“Um, are there sharks out here?” you ask him, suddenly aware of how far you are from shore.

“I’ve never had a problem with them,” he shrugs casually, doing nothing to assuage your worries.

“Sharks eat seals, ya know,” you point out to him.

“Good thing I have you here to protect me then, huh?” he teases, curling your legs around his middle. Once you’re secure, he gives a few strong thrusts of his tail and sends the two of you back closer to shore. You play in the water most of the day and go up to your house to eat. He showers and you take him home again, only after he insists you re-braid his hair.

You spend more time together and swimming with him quickly becomes the best part of your day. He kisses your cheek every time you drop him off at home too, his lips lingering more and more. The touches shared as you swim together have gotten less and less innocent as well. You find yourself falling for him and you think he likes you too, but one day the two of you reach a breaking point. You’re having a nice picnic after a long swim when things take a turn.

You reach across Aegis’s lap for the pitcher of juice, rattling on about your day, when it slips out of your hand. It spills onto his seal skin, and you don’t think you’ve ever panicked so quickly. “I’m so sorry! Oh my gosh let me clean that,” you grab towels to try to dab up your mess, picking up his seal skin in the process. Apologies keep falling from your lips but then you notice that Aegis is just staring at you with a clenched jaw. You gasp and drop the sealskin, realizing what you’ve done. As soon as it falls from your grasp, Aegis has it in his own, finally able to move to do so. He stands and starts to walk towards the shore and already has the sealskin halfway wrapped around himself before you can belt out another apology.

He wades into the water and you run to try to catch up. You get close, begging him to wait, until he finally turns to you. “I had one rule!” he barks out at you, seething. “You’re just like everyone else! How dare you!” His words are laced with venom, and you can’t help but step back as if he’s striked you. There is a block in your throat and you don’t say anything else, you only stand there and watch him leave, taking his selkie form and swimming into the depths.

Pitiful whimpering noises start to leave you, and since you’re all alone you let yourself cry. You’re ashamed you slipped up and touched his pelt, unable to get the betrayed look on his face out of your head. You’re angry at him too for not listening or giving you the benefit of the doubt, though. Some friend he was, you pout, shakily hiking up the cliffside.

You hope that Aegis will come around. The guilt is like rolling concrete in your stomach and you try to assure yourself that things will be okay. You just go through the motions to try to make yourself feel better, showering and taking your time brushing out your hair. Everytime you blink, though, his angry eyes are there, looking so accusatory back at you. It was an accident, you know you didn’t mean to, you tell yourself, wishing you could take back your mistake.

You go back to your beach the next day, hoping he’ll be there. He isn’t, and he isn’t there the next either. Or the day after that. You’re getting fed up with him avoiding you. You just want to talk things out and have your friend back, but it seems as though he is set on being stubborn about it.

You’ve been stress cooking the last few days, and when you looked to survey the damage you realize that you made most of Aegis’s favorite foods. The plan falls together then and you package it up to bring it to him at work. This could very well be crossing some boundaries but you could deal with that if it meant Aegis would forgive you.

Traversing the docks is just as nerve racking at it was the first time, this time maybe even more so since you’re carrying a hot dish with you. You duck under the arms of the people towering over you, and you finally get to the stretch of winding docks Aegis can usually be found dwelling on. And he is there, sitting right next to his boat like you expect him to be. What you don’t expect, however, is the stunning woman sitting next to him, stroking his arm in a too familiar way. She’s almost tall as he is with a scarf tied around her hair in an effortless way. You feel your heart sink into your stomach when they both turn and see you.

All of the sudden you feel ridiculous and humiliated, standing on the docks with a tupperware of food for a man who has already apparently moved on from you. You’re a deer caught in the headlights, but the woman starts to stand and smile at you. You pivot on your feet and hurry back the way you came, maneuvering through the crowd with a level of ease provided by your small stature. The whole walk home your face is burning in embarrassment. This isn't some stubborn silent treatment after a fight. You had broken his one rule and now all the romantic gestures and sweet words meant nothing.

You know there was nothing official or set in stone, hell, the two of you hadn’t even really kissed yet, but it certainly felt like things were leading that way. Your eyes burn when you think of the way his lips lingered on your cheeks and the way he let you wrap yourself around him in the water. You think of him doing those things with another woman and feel sick to your stomach. You enjoyed life just fine before you met him, and you tell yourself you will enjoy life just the same now that he wants nothing to do with you. It was an obvious lie, especially to yourself. You cry when you reach the safety of your home, wrapping yourself in a nest of blankets you refuse to leave.

You eventually have to leave though, just to get some fresh air and try to shock yourself into feeling better. Instead of walking your shore, you end up at one of the cliffs looking down on the water. You don’t stray too close to the edge in fear of the height but it still provides you a great view of the ocean. You sit and watch the waves crash against the rocks below.

While you’re up there, you hear a car sputtering in the distance. You watch it get close and pull into your driveway and out steps one of the friends you made in town. His name is Jamie, and he works at the touristy coffee shop you frequent. “Hey!” he waves, walking over to you on gangly legs. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by, you’re always gushing about this place and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he tells you, giving you a boyish grin. He’s sweet and you don’t mind him joining you.

It feels good to reclaim your beach like this, hanging out with a new friend. Jamie is nice and genuine and has no rules to follow when it comes to your relationship with him. He feels safe and easy. After the first day he comes by, you don’t expect him to come back. But he does, he comes back again with your favorite drink order in hand. “I got your usual,” he tells you, a bright smile on his face when you open your door to him.

“Aw thanks, you didn’t have to do that!” you tell him, excited and flattered by the gesture. He just shrugs and smiles at you more, scratching at the back of his neck. “Let me just get my coat,” you say, ready for another walk on the beach. He is too, and you spend the day rattling on to one another. He’s a little awkward and it makes you feel awkward too, but it’s more endearing than anything. You can’t help that your gaze keeps wandering out to the sea, waiting to see Aegis between the waves. You don’t, though, even if you think you feel his eyes on you.

“You okay?”

You shake yourself out of your thoughts, “Sorry,” you smile, “just daydreaming a bit is all.” Daydreaming about your days here spent with Aegis, the sun shining in his ocean grey eyes. You miss him and wish things had ended differently.

Jamie sits on a rock and you follow his lead, getting comfortable and enjoying the rare moment of sunshine. Jamie suddenly clears his throat next to you, catching your attention. “Would you,” he sputters on, his cheeks pink, “would you want to go on a date sometime? I’d really love to take you on one.” Your heart is pounding and ears are ringing. This sort of thing always makes you anxious but you’re stopped before you’re able to respond.

“No.”

A firm and angry voice sounds from behind you. If you thought you were nervous before, it was nothing compared to this. Jamie’s gaze is locked above your head and he looks confused.

“Uh, I wasn’t asking you?”

“She will not be going on a date with you. I’d say sorry but I’m not,” Aegis snaps out, and you stop yourself from turning to look at him.

“Aegis, what the fuck?” The woman from before is there too then, and you finally look at them. They’re both dripping wet and carrying seal skins. The woman is a selkie too, then. Your heart drops and it makes sense he would rather be with her. She was gorgeous and surely easier to trust than a human.

“I’m so sorry for my brother’s behavior,” she scowls, “he can be a real dickhead sometimes.”

“Brother?” you ask, shock lacing your voice. Aegis and his sister snap their attention to you, then, and his face morphs from a mask of fury to one of understanding and sadness. He comes closer after a pause.

“Yes, sweet girl, my sister. You thought the worst of me, yeah?”

Jamie chimes in “Uh, sweet girl?” he asks “Oh! Oh shoot, sorry, gosh, sorry I thought you were single.” Jamie looks at you though, and sees your red cheeks and your inability to form a response and comes to your aid. “Actually, do you want to go home? You look uncomfortable.” You just nod and get your things, grateful to have a friend like him.

“Yeah, I think I should head home. Um, I’ll talk to you later Jamie. Nice to meet you, by the way,” you say, polite and looking at Aegis’s sister.

“Were you...swimming? It’s freezing!” is the last thing you hear Jamie say before you’re rushing away.

Aegis tails you to your house, pleading with you. “Please, at least let me talk to you,” he begs, desperation clear in his voice. You’re out of breath from your quick ascent up from the beach and too flustered and embarrassed to talk to him. You’re angry that he thinks he could ignore you after blowing up on you and then come back acting like he had some sort of claim on you.

“Not now,” is all you manage to say.

“Aegis! For fucks sake, leave her be!” his sister yells out, and you’re grateful for the intervening. You head inside your house and leave the rest of them outside. Jamie leaves and Aegis and his sister head back down towards the water, likely leaving the same way they came. Aegis looks back several times, catching your eye in the window. I’ll talk to him soon, you think. Just not right now, not until you sort out the mess of feelings you have.

You can’t help but be conflicted. Seeing Aegis standing there dripping wet and all possessive over you stirred your desire. You have to remind yourself to be angry and stand your ground. He needs to learn how to communicate, not just act like a neanderthal and manage to win you back based on sheer attractiveness. His words still stung and he had lots of making up to do.

As you busy yourself in your home, you see dark clouds gathering through your window. You turn on the local news and it looks like a bad storm is set to ravage your town. You’re nervous. You knew the rainy season could be bad here but the locals often discussed the occasional hurricane-eske storms that tear through. You are unsure how well your home will hold up. You try to secure what you can and get ready to hunker down for a while.

Sure enough, thunder starts to rumble. It’s deep and shakes the earth beneath you. The wind and rain howl outside and you pray your generator holds up. You entertain yourself for a bit, curled up watching a movie, but soon enough the weather is too bad to concentrate on anything else. When an especially loud bout of thunder hits you start to feel panicky. It rattles your windows and you make a point to stay away from them. They rattle so loudly that you almost miss the pounding on your door.

Almost, though. When you realize someone is knocking your heart beats even faster. You pick up the closest thing you could use as a weapon, unsure who could be here. You peek through and see Aegis standing outside, soaked to the bone. You’re relieved that it’s him, but not entirely happy he’s here. You wrench the door open and allow him in, the wind promptly slamming the door back into place. He settles onto a stool and you stay on the opposite side of the room, occupying yourself with looking outside.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he explains, and you nod. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“I didn’t mean to touch it, Aegis. I really didn’t! And you know that and still left,” you manage to get out past the knot in your throat.

“Aye, I know. I made a mistake, I got angry.” His voice gets softer, “I got scared, my sweet girl.”

You sniffle and look away, annoyed at the effect he has on you. He crumbles down your walls one word at a time.

“I was stupid and didn’t know what to do. My sister had to come talk some sense into me.”

“I didn’t think she was your sister,” you mumble and he nods, giving you a watery smile.

“I’m sorry for that, too. After I saw you with that man on the beach I was so angry. She reminded me I had no right to be, I had no claim on you. I didn’t like hearing that,” he says. He stands then, eyes locked on your own.

You are on the other side of the room, backed up against your wall. As if the space between you could stop the pull of your heart. Your eyes are wide and flooded over and you don’t care to hold your tears back anymore. He walks towards you and he holds his sealskin in his hands. The closer he gets to you, the more you can feel your knees buckling. You feel them lock right as Aegis locks an arm around your waist, wrapping his seal skin over your shoulders at the same moment. When the pelt brushes against your skin and envelops you in its warmth, you feel more at peace than you have in days. It is like Aegis’s very being is intertwining around yours. His essence permeates through your skin and curls around your cells, and you relish it and relax into his hold. You knew the sealskin had magic to it but you didn’t realize how much it would affect you.

“What-what are you doing?” you whimper out, making no move to stop him.

“I want you to know I trust you. I want you to trust me too. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, sweet girl,” he says. “After my tantrum and being away from you, I realized I’d give you my damn sealskin if it meant I could be yours.” He wipes away your stray tears and brushes your hair out of your face, gentling you. “Shhh, I’ve got you. No more crying, not because of me,” he pleads.

“O-okay,” you reply, wobbly and unsure what else to say. The euphoric feeling of his sealskin is still lingering and you know he’s speaking the truth to you.

“My love,” he cooes, “won’t you let me earn your forgiveness?”

You sniffle and nod, stretching toward him for a kiss, a real one. He obliges you, his bearch a scratchy comfort to your flushed skin, grounding you. He tastes like salt and wind, his kiss flavored by the sea. It’s chaste but perfect and when lightning strikes and sounds you break away from his lips only to curl further into his arms. A fearful noise escapes you and you bury your face into his neck. His hands rub your back and you take some deep breaths. If your house has lasted this long then it’ll be okay. You’re safe in his arms with his sealskin warm around you.

You pull back, intent on kissing him more thoroughly this time. He is eager too and pulls you flush against him. He pulls you away from the wall and shuffles you onto the couch, not allowing a centimeter space to form between your bodies. You kiss him over and over, soft moans leaving you every time his lips mould to your own. His hands find your skin under your sweater and you are eager for more, burying your own in his hair. .

“Let me lay you down,” he says, “let me show you how much I missed you.”

Heat has gathered between your legs and the tingling of the sealskin on your flesh feels as though it has concentrated itself there. You pinch them together and he notices, pulling a leg over his hip to grind into your center. You whimper into his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile. He strips you of your sweater and makes sure to plant kisses across your birthmark. You lose the rest of your clothes and as his hands wander, so do your own.

You tease his waistband, slowly slipping your hand inside. He rumbles a deep encouraging noise and you take him in hand. His cock is thick and heavy, pulsing in your grasp. It’s bigger than anything you’ve taken before and you aren’t sure that it’ll fit. You tell him as much, looking up at him with wide lust filled eyes.

“It’ll fit sweetheart,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the crease of your labia. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

He parts your folds and coats his fingers, your legs spreading to give him more room. He dips the tips of his fingers just barely inside of you, becoming familiar with your entrance. You aren’t good at being patient, though, and his cock is so close. You arch and moan, shifting further toward him and presenting yourself only for him to halt your movements. “Don’t tease,” you whimper out, only earning an amused laugh from your selkie.

“Alright then,” he kisses you with a smiling mouth, “no teasing,” he says, promptly thrusting two of his thick digits into you. A surprised moan is torn from your throat and he glides through your walls easily, aided by your arousal. He scissors and curls his fingers in and out, stretching you open for him and spreading around your wetness. His thumb finds you clit and your mouth falls open, making room for his tongue to tangle with your own in a sloppy kiss that makes your cunt tighten.

“Please,” you beg him, “I want you,”

“You beg so pretty,” he relents, fingers retreating after a final movement.

He places himself between your legs, bending to kiss you again as he does. He kisses your cheek too before rising back up. He presses and rubs himself between your lips, making sure he’s covered in your wetness. His hips stutter when the head of his cock meets your folds but you paw at his shoulders, wordlessly pleading with him to continue. As he splits you apart underneath him a shaky breath leaves his lips. He hilts himself and stays there for a moment, soaking in the feel of your velvet cunt pulsing around him. You tighten around him in an attempt to get him to move. You try to tilt your hips up but he grabs them, forcing them in place.

“Don’t move,” he gasps out, looking strung out above you. His head is tilted back and his eyes are closed. He’s beautiful and all yours. The magic of his pelt connects the two of you on a deeper level that has you feeling floaty and out of control, but the stretch of his cock and feel of his hands ground you.

A whine leaves you and you clench down on him, hoping to spur him into action. “Fuck,” he sputters, pushing even harder into you. You can feel him so deeply and it’s impossible to tell where one of you ends and the other begins.

“Aegis,” you moan out, “move, please.” you cry out, nails digging into him. With a clenched jaw he follows your request. He retreats then pumps into you again, slowly but forcefully. His pace starts slow and he fully hilts himself inside of you each time. Your hips twitch up and the head of his cock notches against a spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling up into your head. He notices and makes a point to angle his hips toward it. Your legs turn to jello as he speeds up, snapping his legs against you. You reach down and rub your clit, Aegis encouraging you.

“You take me so well. Fucking made to be wrapped around me, weren’t you?” he says, “That’s right, take your pleasure,” he whispers, his hot breath on the shell of your ear. His words have a tightness building in your gut, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter until you cry out in release. With you cumming underneath him Aegis can’t hold back any longer. He drives into you with rhythmless thrusts and moans out above you, a high pornographic sound that has aftershocks running through you as he spills inside of you. Little jerks of his hips extend your pleasure as the two of you slowly sink together.

Aegis is twitching and cooing at you as the haze clears from your mind. He wraps his arms and legs around you, the heavy limbs tangling with your own. He nuzzles into you as content as can be. Sweat is cooling on your skin and he covers the two of you with a throw blanket, the storm outside long forgotten. Your face is peppered in kisses as you drift to sleep, his pelt still a comfort underneath you.

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[CN] Victor’s Return Home Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

The date begins in a conference room, where a meeting has been going on for almost three hours

When LFG invested in an online video platform called SE, LFG held a press release stating that it was a strategic move for the international film and TV market

However, just within two years, SE found itself racking up billions of dollars in debt due to its poor project management

As such, people in the know have been secretly ridiculing Victor for making an error of judgement

Fortunately, LFG’s connections with the media prevented this information from leaking out

But it doesn’t change the fact that LFG messed up this time

Victor hasn’t slept in two days - he’s been poring through documents, project materials, and would sometimes sit in the conference room alone for several hours, forgetting to eat :

When Victor returns to the hotel, there are over a hundred unread notifications on his phone.

He doesn’t pay attention to such information, but taps on the only pinned message amid the countless lists of prompts.

Unsurprisingly, it’s filled with insignificant idle talk, coupled with several different emoticons.

Victor loosens his tie slightly, reading through the messages from top to bottom.

“I made an improved version of omurice. Want to try it?”

“What is Goldman talking about in his Moments - something about being angry and tired. Is the meeting not going smoothly?”

“Remember to eat...”

“And remember to sleep!”

Victor’s finger pauses at this line, and there’s a gentle emotion flowing in his eyes.

“The internet celebrity lawyer you mentioned the other time agreed to my invitation for an interview, so I’ll be rushing out the proposal this Saturday. Want to be a supervisor?”

Victor opens the dialog box. Once he sends an “ok”, the other party immediately responds with an emoticon of a winking cat.

Thinking of the time right now, he arches his brows slightly.

Nestled in my quilt, I’m just about to embark on a long speech regarding the weekend’s schedule, but the phone in my hand suddenly vibrates, surprising me.

Victor: Did you not sleep, or did you wake up?

MC: Haha...

Victor: What are you laughing at?

MC: It feels like that is something I often ask you. Why is it now your turn to ask me?

Victor: It’s only 5am now.

MC: I didn’t get a reply from you, so I couldn’t sleep...

I turn over, changing to a more comfortable position against the corner of the quilt. I press the phone tightly to my ear.

MC: What project are you busy with this time? Is it going smoothly?

Victor: Smoothly. It’s still early, you can sleep for a while longer.

MC: ...I can’t really sleep now. Are you still coming back on Thursday as you said last time?

Victor: Before Saturday.

MC: It’s only Tuesday today... and the sun hasn’t come out yet.

I hear Victor laugh, his low tone mixed with some tiredness.

Victor: You find it too late?

MC: I wouldn’t dare to. If it weren’t something important, you wouldn’t delay returning. However... even if it’s because of work, you did go back on your word, so you have to promise me one thing.

A deep and slow sigh enters my ear, revealing a faint sense of fatigue.

Victor: You can say it.

MC: You have to eat, and you have to sleep.

The other end of the phone call grows silent for a few seconds.

Victor: Mm, I promise you.

The misty morning light is on the curtains. In the midst of my quiet grogginess, I close my eyes, wanting to feel the frequency of his breaths.

MC: ...it has been raining continuously in Paris these two days.

Victor: It’s like that during this season.

MC: Is... is it very cold...

Victor: No, it isn’t.

My consciousness grows increasingly darker, but I can still clearly capture his voice in my bizarre dream world.

Victor: [in the gentlest of gentle voices] Sleep if you’re tired. I’m hanging up.

MC: N-not tired... don’t hang up...

Victor: You can’t even speak clearly, and you’re still unwilling to sleep?

MC: ...

I just need five more seconds to be clear-headed--

I let out a sound of agreement, unsure if I managed to say this aloud.

Very soon, only Victor’s long and steady breaths at my ear remain in my world. It’s very, very close. It’s a closeness that gives one a peace of mind.

Victor: Are you asleep?

MC: ...

Victor: Sleep then.

Victor: ...

Victor: Sleep peacefully.

On Saturday afternoon, I lift my head towards the wall clock for the nth time. When the needle points to the number ‘3′, I can no longer help myself, and give Victor a call.

After the dial tone, the notification that the other party is unable to answer the call sounds. Before I can react, the doorbell rings.

Victor is standing at the door and just about to put his phone back into his pocket. In a daze, I look towards at his empty hands.

MC: Your luggage...

Victor: Goldman took them back. I still have to return to LFG tonight.

As he speaks, he enters and changes his shoes in the hallway. After that, he walks straight into my bedroom.

Victor: What have you been doing these two days?

He walks to the coffee table, picking up the messy outline I was working on for an interview. He takes a glance and then lifts the corners of his lips.

Victor: You said you were working seriously for several days, but you just did a few outlines?

MC: Don’t underestimate me! I’ve looked through quite a number of materials. Look!

I point at the stack of trending societal topics and legal-related books on the floor.

MC: Preparatory work speeds up the actual process. Also, didn’t I recognise my inadequacies and ask you to be a supervisor?

I hurriedly drag a chair to the coffee table and place a headrest on the back of it.

MC: Please sit. I guarantee that from this second onwards, I’ll concentrate on the proposal. Before the sun sets, I’ll definitely have the first edition out.

Victor can’t help but laugh. He hangs his coat on the clothes rack in the corner, then pulls the chair over to himself. After sitting down, he seems to recall something and lets out a faint sigh.

Victor: Lend me your laptop for a while.

I hand him my notebook computer, and a thought flashes across my mind -- how could he not have brought a laptop out?

MC: Victor, when did you get infected by my scatterbrained habits?

Victor: Only this time. I forgot to take it with me after leaving it in the backseat.

Victor avoids my teasing gaze. With his expression unchanged, he starts approving documents on the LFG intranet.

Victor: The sun is setting in two hours.

MC: Who knows - maybe the sun wouldn’t feel like going home today.

I return to my seat, resting my chin on my palm while looking towards Victor.

The light golden sunlight streams in from the window, slowly enveloping Victor. The quiet, warm rays of light are coupled with a calming woody scent, and are very pleasant.

Victor doesn’t speak. His fingers tap against the desk from time to time. In this quiet room, the sound of our breathing is amplified.

After an inordinate amount of time, he finally lifts his eyes and meets mine.

Victor: Staring at me can help you finish your proposal?

MC: I’m not staring at you. I’m silently conceptualising ideas.

After my words are out, a short “ding” sounds.

MC: Wait for a moment~

In a flash, I rush to the kitchen and retrieve the aromatic cookies from the oven. After carefully placing them on a cooling rack, I bring it back to the room along with two cups of warm drinks.

MC: Afternoon tea time!

Victor casts a glance at the cups and arches his brows slightly. Steam floats from the hot cup of milk, and strands of warmth merge with the sweetness in the house.

MC: Your dark circles are so deep, so don’t drink coffee, all right?

Victor: I’m fine.

I thought Victor meant that he wouldn’t drink this, but he holds up the cup after speaking.

Once I sit down, I push the plate filled with cookies towards him.

MC: Look at my new mold - isn’t it cute?

I point at the cookies, which are shaped like cats with different expressions on them.

MC: This one is yawning, this one is full of grievances, this one has already fallen asleep, but I like this one the most. It keeps having an angry face. I called it “Qi Gu Gu”.

[Note: Names don’t translate well into English, so I left it as it is. The original name is 气鼓鼓, which means “seething”]

Victor’s eyes sweep towards my fingers.

Victor: Looks like you.

MC: Is that so?

I puff my cheeks, mimicking the cat on the cookie and squinting my eyes to look at Victor.

As predicted, Victor ignores me. There is a measure of speechlessness in his eyes.

I laugh and bring “Qi Gu Gu” to his lips.

MC: Give it a try?

Victor takes a bite straight from my hand, then returns his gaze to the laptop.

MC: Aren’t you going to evaluate it?

He purses his lips slightly, and I can’t tell if he’s smiling or not. He leans forward a little, then finishes the remaining half of “Qi Gu Gu” in my hand.

His warm lips brush against my fingertips, leaving behind a soft, lingering warmth. A fluffy, light, and sweet sense of happiness stirs up slowly in my heart.

Contented, I sweep the crumbs off my hands and take up my pen again.

Soon after, MC’s mind starts wandering to how fine the weather is

And how fine her man is 👀

He doesn’t show much emotion while working, and his expression looks as calm as always. But the deep look of concentration between his eyebrows is a little different from usual.

As for what exactly is different...

It’s probably how one just can’t look away.

Victor: It’s only been a few minutes. How many times have you lost focus?

I hurriedly retract my gaze, pretending to be scribbling on the paper like an “obedient” student who got caught doing something improper by a teacher.

But my ideas have not been completely formulated, and I can’t think of anything to write. The only thing I can do is draw a small heart at the top right-hand corner of the paper.

Sensing Victor’s lingering gaze on me, I continue scribbling until it becomes a solid heart, then attach a tilde at the end.

After pausing for a moment, I let out a soft sigh and lift my head slightly.

Victor: Why are you sighing.

MC: ...I can’t help it.

Victor: Can’t help what?

MC: Can’t help looking at you.

I cross my arms together, changing to a more comfortable position and plopping onto the table. I tilt my head towards Victor.

He lets out a barely audible laugh. Just as he’s about to speak, a familiar ringtone sounds from his pocket.

Watching Victor pick up the call, my messy thoughts instantly vanish, and I feel slightly downcast.

Victor: The time now is...

While speaking, Victor looks at the bottom right corner of the laptop. After a slight pause, he looks at the phone.

Victor: 4.30pm. Have them give me a reply by 8pm.

His words are concise. After he hangs up, I ask him a little hesitantly.

MC: Do you... have to go back to LFG now?

Victor: I'm not leaving.

While saying this, he sets his phone on silent mode and places it at the corner of the table. Meeting my hesitant gaze, there’s a sense of resignation in his calm eyes.

Victor: Your laptop is set to Paris’ timezone.

I fail to understand the implication behind his words, so I just nod subconsciously.

MC: Mm, it’s easier to tell the time like that.

Victor doesn’t speak. He sweeps another glance at the laptop. At this moment, the system sends a report of the weather forecast in Paris over the next five days - there will be continuous rain every day.

He smiles faintly, then closes the laptop slowly.

Victor: ...you’re really becoming more and more dumb.

MC: ...yes yes yes, taking care of a dummy like me is really a bother for Mr CEO.

I deliberately pout, but can’t help but smile along with Victor. I stand up and retrieve our two empty cups.

MC: I'll go wash the cups. Is there anything you want to eat?

Victor: No need. Are you treating me as you?

I let out an indignant “hmph”, then turn around and head to the kitchen.

I originally thought it would only take a few minutes to wash the two cups. But by the time I cleaned and tidied up the tools I used for baking earlier, half an hour has passed.

When I return to the room, Victor is lying on the bed, my incomplete outline in his hand.

I soften my footsteps and walk over, leaning close to his ear and whispering:

MC: Victor, are you asleep?

Victor doesn’t respond, but has a shallow intake of breath, his eyelashes quivering gently under the twilight.

MC: Are you really sleeping or just pretending to sleep?

Very lightly, I climb onto the bed, inching towards him.

MC: Victor?

I call his name again softly, but he still does not respond. But the corners of his lips curl up slowly, revealing a smile.

MC: You aren’t asleep, are you.

I lean one hand on the bed, and use my other hand to lift up a few strands of his hair.

Looking at his smooth and sharp jawline, my fingertips unconsciously rub the tips of his hair.

MC: ...have you been very tired recently?

Victor: No.

His words carry with them a certain sleepiness - perhaps he hasn’t had rest in a few days, so he gets drowsy once he relaxes just a little.

MC: Didn’t you already look at my interview outline? Why are you looking at it again?

Victor: To see what exactly you were scribbling.

I think about that heart with its little tail, and am left speechless, as though I got caught having a bad idea.

Victor: You specially got me here to supervise you, but you only wrote these few sentences the whole afternoon?

MC: Yeah. Next time, I won’t ask you to be a supervisor! When you’re in front of me, my work efficiency takes a nose-dive.

I reach out to take my notebook from his hand, then cover him with a blanket. Victor turns his head, his half-closed eyes meeting mine.

It’s very rare for me to see such a burnt-out look in his eyes. Right now, I can only feel the emotions in my heart towards this person becoming a hundred times more tender.

MC: Sleep for a while before going to LFG? I’ll wake you up at 7.30pm.

With the rigour of Victor’s schedule, several important meetings were cancelled at short notice so he could fly to Paris. After that, his return was delayed twice.

We already agreed that he’d return before Saturday, but it suddenly changed to Saturday itself...

This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t an extremely troublesome matter.

...and he still stubbornly said that he wasn’t tired.

I place my forefingers on his temples, making slow circles. After a while, a soft laugh drifts from his lips.

Victor: [releases a sigh which sounds like a moan lol]...

Victor takes my right hand and encloses it in his palm, wordlessly pulling me closer to him.

With this distance, every one of his breaths mingle with mine. I can’t help but bend down, pressing the corner of my lips to his fringe.

In the quiet darkness, I hear the frequency of our heartbeats and breathing mingling and becoming more and more synchronised.

Victor: ...there’s no need to worry about me. I haven’t reached the point where a dummy has to worry about me.

MC: Mm, I got it.

I respond softly, but can’t hide the touch of peace in my smile.

MC: ...I just can’t help it.

Can’t help but worry if you’re hungry or not, whether you're cold or not, whether you’re tired or not.

Can’t help but want to see you, whether you’re in front of me or not.

Can’t help but reveal the smile in my brows and lips just because you surface in my mind.

I look out the window - the clouds spread across the dim twilight and the stars are looming. The golden sunset and the quietness of the night meet at the end of the sky.

The sun is about to set.

MC: Victor, I didn’t finish the interview outline before the sun set. Are you going to punish me?

Victor: ...

The only response I get is the sound of his steady and peaceful breathing.

I lower my head and look at his sleeping face. This familiar side profile has gotten slightly thinner over the span of just a few days. I reach out, stroking his cheek in mid-air.

Afraid to disturb him, I silently watch him.

MC: Sleep then.

MC: ...

MC: Sleep peacefully.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc victor #Victor's dates are always so comforting T^T

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//next chapter. bokuto koutarou//

Request: Ok ok. Single parent!Bokuto and you're his new girlfriend...he's never really told you about the triplets yet because you might get scared until one day he finally decided to introduce you to them because he think you're mama material to his baby owlies 🥺

Warnings: none :) just a lot of pure pure fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

Notes: i was in desperate need of some domestic papa bokuto .-. Also peep me using the kouddi kids that elle and i dreamed up

He didn’t know why he was so nervous, but his leg kept bouncing. Your fingers combing through the back of his hair wasn’t even enough to bring his nerves down. But, this was big. It had been something that Bokuto had been anticipating since he realized just how much he wanted to see your smile every time he woke up. He had fallen head over heels a lot harder than he should have for some girl that he hit with a shopping cart on a random Tuesday afternoon. But, who was he to ignore the heavy pounding in his chest when you had grabbed his outstretched hand to let him pull you to your feet? The fire that had warmed his ears was too hot to just shake off. He hadn’t felt like that in a long time and there was no telling when this feeling would come back.

It had been a hassle, really. He was always busy with volleyball games or practice when you were free and on the rare chance that he was available, it never failed that you were stuck at work. But, the struggles that the two of you faced and climbed over together are the reason he finally decided to take this next big step. It was almost four months into his relationship with you that he spilled the secret that he had been keeping from you this entire time.

“I have kids. Three of them, actually. I know that I should’ve told you sooner, but I was afraid that you wouldn’t be interested anymore. But, they mean a lot to me, so I couldn’t just keep them a secret from you, you know? I completely get if you don’t want to see me again after tonight. I mean, this probably wasn’t what you were expecting to hear on a F-”

He had been a ball of nerves, similar to how he was behaving now. Bokuto’s hands were flying each and every way, his eyes trained everywhere but your face. If only he had seen the loving expression in your eyes sooner, his anxieties about this being your deal breaker would’ve melted away in a heartbeat, but rather, your lips had pressed gently against his, silencing his worries as your fingers shifted slowly from the back of his neck, up into his hair, that comforting touch letting your boyfriend sink even further under your spell.

But unlike back then, a kiss wasn’t going to ease him. Telling you about his kids was one thing, but having you actually meet them was an entirely separate ordeal. It wasn’t that he believed that you wouldn’t love his kids wholeheartedly and he was certain that the triplets had heard enough stories about you that they would have no problem adapting to you as a figure in their lives. Oh no, those were all quite far from his concerns. Having one rambunctious five year old would’ve made this whole thing so much easier. One kid was easy to control and keep an eye on. But, three young children who each had the never-ending energy of their father was bound to make you take a step back and rethink every decision that you had made up to this point.

Bokuto Koutarou had been quiet for most of the drive from your house to his own, every now and then reaching over to place a hand on your knee to give it a slight squeeze of reassurance, for you or him, it was hard to say. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can turn around and I can take you home. If you’re not ready, then-”

You catch yourself laughing a little as you lean over the console of his car to place a small peck to his cheek. “I want to meet them, Kou. They’re your kids and they mean a lot to you. I really love you and I want to be able to be in their lives too. If they want me to be, of course.”

For the first time since he picked you up, he nearly seemed like his usual self. He let out a hearty laugh and gave you that bright smile that had you melting every time you saw it. “Are you kidding? They’ve been talking about this day non-stop since I told them that you wanted to meet them. Madori, especially. It’s been a while since she had another girl around, you know? She’s been stuck with me and the boys ever since their mom left. I try my best, but painting papa’s nails is more of a joke than her playing salon. So, don’t be surprised if she latches onto the second she sees you.” He sighed a little, the sheepish smile settling on his lips.

“But, the boys are polar opposites! Fukurou, he’s the shy one. I don’t know where he got it, but he’ll probably hide from you for a little while. Don’t take it personally. I swear, he does it with everyone he meets, but I’d give him an hour before he’s trying to sit in your lap every chance he gets. He’s pretty clingy, but I guess I can’t really blame him. But, Koujirou is going to be asking you a hundred questions before you can even step in the door. He talks just as much as I do.”

Your boyfriend laughs gently. There was always a certain look on his face whenever he started talking about the triplets. He just looked so far away, like he was lost in a day dream, but the smile on his face would have you believe that he never wanted to return to reality. But, maybe that’s what being a single father did. It brought him closer than he could have ever imagined that he would be to his kids. Sure, trying to juggle three little kids and a volleyball career wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but no one said it would be. If you had told him in high school that his life would be forever changed by three little owls before he was thirty, Bokuto probably wouldn’t have believed you. But, his three babies had joined him for the ride and he couldn’t be happier to have them by his side. They were wild and the house hadn’t seen a moment of peace since they were born, but they were his own and the four of them had become their own perfect little family, surviving the best they could.

If Bokuto played his cards right and if this day went as smoothly as he hoped, his family of four would have the opportunity to grow into one of five, a new mom to step in and be that second parental figure that had been absent in the triplets’ lives for so long now. He’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t thought about asking that one important question. But, with the relationship just barely reaching the ten month mark, it still seemed too soon to put a ring on your finger. Still, he couldn’t help but run his thumb over the back of your ring finger every time he held your hand, imagining how it would feel to draw the pad of his thumb over a small diamond that united the two of you together instead of your smooth skin. Making you an official member of his family would be the perfect addition to his already incredible life.

The engine cuts and he pulls his car keys from the ignition, taking a brief moment to relax in the silence with you. It would take roughly 20 steps to get to the front door and in 20 steps his entire relationship with you would change. Bokuto felt your hand snake away from his hair to rub soothing circles across his back. “Are you ready?” He asks, honey eyes catching the light of the afternoon causing the colors to appear an even more beautiful shade than they already were. His eyes searched your face for any ounce of reservation that could cause this whole thing to go awry, but no matter how deeply he searched, you only stared back at him, features brimming with confidence.

“Thank you, Kou,” you say, watching his brows knit together in a bemused expression, head tilting cutely to the side. “For letting me be a part of their lives. You never had to let us get to this point, but I’m happy that we did.”

“So, I am. Honestly, Y/N. I couldn’t be happier that you actually wanted to meet them. They’ve never had anyone besides me who was actively trying to be in their lives, so I should really be thanking you for giving us a chance, shouldn’t I?”

“Shall we?” Your hand reaches for the handle of the door, but stopping before you can touch it, waiting for him to come along on this next chapter.

He nods his head, a shaky breath passing from his lips. “Let’s go.” He counted each step in his head, watching as your feet moved in sync with his. The jingle of his keys as they found their place in the lock and the short click as the bolt slid out of its place.

“Papa!”

Bokuto didn’t even have a chance to step past the threshold before three little flurries rushed out the door and into his arms. They stared up at him with wide golden eyes, clinging onto his clothes as they welcomed their father home. He laughed, reaching down to ruffle the grey hair that donned their heads. “Listen, I’ll let you climb on me all you want, but let me go talk to ‘Kaashi first, okay? He probably wants to head home after putting up with you monsters all day.” He bent down, quickly tickling his fingers over each one of their sides, bursts of happy giggles filling the air.

He was just about to finally walk inside when Madori’s small hand tugged the bottom of his t-shirt to make him squat down to her level so she could whisper something in his ear. You could see her making not-so-sneaky glances over at you and the smile that took over Bokuto’s face as he waved his kids over to him. “Guys, I have someone very special that I want you to meet. This is the girl that papa was telling you about, remember? The one that I told you was really important to me? Her name is Y/N and she’s going to be hanging out with us tonight, is that cool?” Three heads do exaggerated nods in affirmation, letting their father turn them around to face you as he stood. “Y/N, this is Madori, Fukurou, and Koujirou,” he states, patting each of the kids on the head as he stated their name.

You get down on their level and as if on cue, Fukurou’s hands make a tight fist around Bokuto’s pants, ducking behind the strong build of his father. “I know it’s a little scary meeting someone new, but I want to get to know you guys so we can be friends, okay? My name is Y/N. Your papa has told me all about you three.”

“Are you going to be our new momma?” Koujirou asks plainly.

“Well, not right now. I’m still getting to know you and I can’t be your momma if I don’t know anything about you.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I bet you wouldn’t like that very much, would you? Some random person that you never met walks into your house and tells you that they’re your new momma, that’d be pretty weird.”

“Do you want to be our momma?”

“If you want me to, I would really like to be your mom someday, but I’m sure your papa wants to make sure that you three are okay with something like that before that happens.”

“Hey, miss?” Madori asks, her hand tugs gently on the sleeve of your shirt. “Do you want to play hair with me? I’ll let you be the hair person and you can do my hair if you want. I have lots of clippies and things.”

“I’d really like that, Madori. Do you want to go get everything set up while I put my stuff down?”

The little girl nods, skipping back into the house, disappearing down a hall to set up her very own salon, but this time she’d be able to do more than just paint her daddy’s nails hot pink and shove a few brightly colored clips in his hair.

Bokuto couldn’t tear his eyes away. Even if he tried, he just kept staring fondly at you as you interacted with the three most important people in his life. That wistful smile overtook his face all over again, but now, his reality was better than any dream he’d ever had. He had everything he could have ever wanted. His dream career, three wonderful kids (even if their favorite pastime was keeping him up at all hours of the night), and the perfect woman to complete his picture perfect future.

Now, he was just missing one thing:

An “I do.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #bokuto #bokuto fluff #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu imagines #koutarou #bokuto x reader #x reader #fluff #imagine #single parent!bokuto #hq #haikyuu!! x reader #bokuto imagines #haikyuu fluff

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moonlightlullaby · 3 years

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Joining the call, we’re welcomed by the amigops, Brooke, Karl and Bretman.

“So, everyone, this is my older brother, Dylan!”

“What’s up, guys? Nice to meet y’all!” variations of hi’s and hello’s hit our ears all at once.

“Hey, Dylan!” Karl chimes after them “Good to see- well, talk to you again, man!”

“Oh yeah! Thanks for helping us the other day.” Corpse sounds much more relaxed now - I mean, eveyone does… Bottom line is that streaming, however authentic and open you are with your viewers, does put a strain on you, so hearing everyone - myself included - more loose doesn’t really come as a surprise.

“Yeah, wish I could’ve done more. It sucks that you still lost.”

“Hey!” I elbow his side, causing him to dramatically gasp and fake cry and everyone in the call to laugh.

“Yeah, about that, you shouldn’t mention it around Alex. He’s still super bitter about it.” I giggle at Karl’s remark and, on cue, none other than Alex joins the voicechat.

We keep chatting as more people join us, introducing themselves to my brother - and Dave to both of us since it’s our first interaction ever. I’m really intrigued to see how he plays.

Dyl and I have decided to megazord today and play as one - not without some whining from Alex. He’s claimed it would be unfair and disproportional - even though no one else seemed even slightly bothered by it - and has only agreed with it after I’d exposed my brother’s pathetic skills in among us - earning me a glare and a light punch from Dyl - and reminded him of how much better a victory would feel knowing he didn’t trick eight people, but nine.

With Tina’s arrival, we all agree on who will be playing the first round and get the game started. CREWMATE flashes on the screen. Alright, let’s try and stay alive.

Yeah, that didn’t work out.

For some reason - read: lack of functioning braincellls -, Dyl wanted to do simon says first and, since the universe loves screwing us over, of course Ludwig would walk in and shoot our astronaut just as we’re about to finish the task - after having already failed twice, may I add. Both of us just stop and stare - I, at the ceiling; Dyl, at the white little guy flopped over - before we burst into laughter.

“Of course this would happen!” he shakes his head and, being his persistent self, opens the task to start all over.

And just in case you’ve ever doubted Murphy’s law, you should definitely reconsider it because guess what happens next: right before Dyl presses the last button, an emergency meeting is called.

“Alright, fuckers, who did it? Who would hurt my baby girl Y/N like this?” although I feel very honored to see Brooke defending me with so much passion, I can’t contain the giggles that escape my mouth at the contrast between how threatening and intimidating she’s trying to sound and how she actually sounds.

The meeting is not productive at all. No one is sussed and everyone skips. “Don’t worry, D and missy Y/N, we’ll get whoever had the audacity to do this. I promise!” Sweet, Bret, sweet!

When “No one was ejected. (Skipped)” takes over the screen, a low, soft sound fills my ears. However, by the time my brain catches up, the sound’s stopped. Corpse was humming ‘cheater’! Yes, the infamous 2008 nightmare of a song I was stupid enough to share with him!

“Did you show him?” my wide-eyed brother whispers to me. I immediately shush him while muting ourselves at the speed of light. “Dylan!” I whisper-shout, turning to face him. This asshole is smirking!

I narrow my eyes and furrow my brows, mentally throwing daggers at him and setting his body on fire. I open my mouth, but, before any sound can leave it, a notification pops up: a private message from the one and only boyinaband. A glance at my brother tells me his mind is somewhere else already as he pets Fiyero - I mean, our family’s never been known for our impeccable attention; who would’ve expected it to be any different now? -, so I open his message.

hey, y/n!

don’t mean to make things awkward at all, but i’d like to thank you for whatever you’ve told corpse

yk, he tends to shut off when things get hard, but he reached out the other day for help and company

so thanks

Why is he-? How does he-? What-? I’m…

Has Corpse said anything about me to Dave? Why would he do that?

No, no... No, Dave might have just guessed it since Corpse and I are constantly talking

...right?

Yes, yes, it has to be it.

oh also, it’s great getting to meet you and play with you!

you’re really cool indeed :)

Y/N: oh there’s nothing to thank me for, really

but i’m really glad we’ve met too!

i love your content btw and you’re funny af

Dave: thx!

so it’s lud and...?

he killed me so gracefully idk how to feel

Y/N: jshdfgjhdgfkwfgjewv

fuck idk either

Speaking of imposters, all of our tasks are yet to be done, I should get back to them.

After that round - in which, by the way, Brooke was the other imposter and carried the entire thing after Lud vented in front of Tina, wasn’t able to catch her and got ejected -, the afternoon went on pretty smoothly.

Dylan and I arguing every 2 minutes about what strategy we should follow and ending up with a no-strategy approach. Friends killing - and being killed by - friends, lying to friends, throwing friends under the bus… you know, very friendly things. Dylan and Bretman basically ignoring everyone else and isolating themselves in their own bubble for half of the time. Everyone just vibing to miscellaneous tunes - from Dolly Parton to Wilbur Soot, from CORPSE to BLACKPINK -, and chatting, laughing and having a good time as Toast had proposed.

Without the distraction of an audience and the pressure of being funny or 666 IQ, I got to actually talk to and learn more about Leslie, Dave - who (I was right) is a sweetheart and with whom I hit it off instantly -, Sean, Toast himself and, well, pretty much everyone.

It’s so crazy how, in a little over one month, you can connect so much with these many people! Some who were complete strangers to you until then and others who you already admired and looked up to… and now, you can call them all your friends. It’s insane!

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A/N: Hi! I wasn’t sure if I’d post today, but, quite frankly, writing’s the only thing I can get myself to do lately and knowing that there are some people out there who want to read what I have to offer really warms my heart 🤍 Sorry for the sappiness and for any typos heheh See you on tuesday hopefully!

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morning-might-arrive · 3 years

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Apparently the monster high fandom is rising from the grave again, so in celebration I wrote this instead of sleeping. I will be finishing it soon. Feedback is much appreciated! A series of misunderstandings involving a limousine and Spectra’s blog lead Jackson to the realization that he has way more friends than he thought.

Monday

It was 12:06 in the afternoon when Jackson Jekyll ascended the steps of Monster High. If he was quick enough, he could at least be on time for 5th period. He took his seat in Mr. Rotter’s AP contemporary literature class just as the bell rang and pulled out his class copy of 1984. The stoic teacher gave him a nod of recognition. A few minutes into the lecture, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“You were not in creepateria this morning.” Abbey stated in her usual matter-of-fact tone.

“Yeah,” Winona added, “Ghoulia wanted to show you the new Fastpoint comic she got. She seemed really bummed you weren’t there. I can’t wait for you to read it though. It retcons the whole DeathCap Comics universe back to the way it was before the reboot. There was even-”

“Where were you, anyway?” Howleen hastily changed the subject.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. We were at the doctor’s office. Something kinda came up unexpectedly.” Jackson replied, turning to face them. This caught the attention of Rochelle. She looked up from her book.

“Doctor? Is everything alright?” Concern dripped from her voice and Jackson instantly felt guilty.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. We’re in a little bit of pain, but…” Jackson’s eyes both glanced upward towards his helix piercing as he spoke.”It won’t be a problem for much longer.” The four ghouls glanced at each other suspiciously and then back towards Jackson. Abbey opened her mouth to challenge his last statement.

“Ladies! Mr. Jekyll! Do not make me have to separate you!” Mr. Rotter’s stern voice boomed from the front of the room. Jackson muttered a meek apology and turned back to his book, his ghoulfriends quickly following suit. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

40 uneventful minutes went by and then finally the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. “Don’t forget to read the next chapter!” Mr. Rotter yelled to his students, but most of them were too far away to hear. Jackson dashed to his locker and quickly called his human friend Chad.

“Hey! I just got back from the doctor’s office. Yeah, she told me to just take some Advil and just let it run its course.” unbeknownst to him, resident blogger Spectra Vonderguist was perusing the hallways looking for her next story.

“Completely done for, they said. Apparently there’s nothing they can do.”

Spectra perked up at those words. She quickly pulled out her iCoffin and hid a few lockers down from Jackson’s.

“It’s true. We don’t have much time left.”

Spectra gasped and quickly snapped a photo of the scene in front of her. Did he say he was running out of time as in...death? Having always been a ghost, Spectra didn’t know a lot about death other than that it was something that happened to humans and to some breeds of monster. Even so, Jackson seemed a little early in his life to be experiencing it. In moments like these she really regretted snooping around in other people’s business, but she definitely had her blog post.

Tuesday

At 8:35 that morning, every phone in Monster High sounded at once as The Ghostly Gossip was updated. Conversations were halted and hallway traffic came to a standstill as several students stopped to check their phones.

Normie’s days are numbered?

Yesterday, sources caught a phone conversation of one Jackson Jekyll in which he confessed to being told by a doctor that he didn’t have much time left on earth. This story is still developing, and more details will be reported as they come in.

Deuce Gorgon’s eyes scanned the short article again. “Dude.” Was all he could come up with after a couple of minutes. “What?” Asked Clawd Wolf as he approached his best friend. Deuce handed over his phone.

“Dude!” Clawd exclaimed. “If this is someone’s idea of a joke, it isn’t very funny.”

“I know.” Deuce replied in a stern tone that contrasted with his usual jovial one. “Maybe the ghouls know something about this.”

Clawd nodded and quickly scanned the hallway. Frankie, Cleo, Clawdeen, and Draculara were all crowded around Frankie’s locker. They were looking over Cleo’s shoulder at something on her phone and talking to one another in a hushed whisper. The boys headed toward the group.

“Hey, did you ghouls see that weird blog post?’ Deuce asked the group.

“Uh, yeah,” Cleo responded. “Why would Spectra post such a far-fetched tale? And expect anyone to believe it?”

“But why would she post something like this if it wasn’t true?” Clawdeen asked. “You know how seriously that ghoul takes her blog.”

“C’mon guys,” Frankie cut in. “Spectra’s gotten a story twisted around before, remember?”

“But-” Draculara started.

“But nothing.” All eyes turned towards a fast-approaching Heath Burns, flanked by Abbey and Ghoulia. “Look, if my cousins were dying, I would know about it. That ghost writer has lost her spark.”

“Am not so sure.” Abbey responded, giving Heath the side eye. “He was acting very strange yesterday. Said he did go to see doctor.”

Draculara burst suddenly into tears, clinging to Clawd and Clawdeen. “But that means we’re gonna lose Jackson and Holt-” the rest of her sentence was cut off by sobbing.

“There there, sweetie,” Clawdeen whispered, handing her best friend a tissue. “That does it. We have to put this whole thing to rest right now.

“Yes,” Abbey agreed. “We go ask Jackson.”

“Well we can’t just tell him we know,” Cleo insisted. “What are you even going to say? ‘Oh, by the way, Spectra eavesdropped on your private conversation yesterday and now there’s a story posted on the internet about you for the whole school to read, so can you tell us if it’s true?’ He’ll be mortified.”

Frankie stared at her. “That’s actually a pretty good point. Okay, we’ll meet in the library during lunch to find what we can about human death, so we at least know what we’re looking for. Sound like a plan?” The group collectively nodded. “Good. I’ll see you there.”

At 11:30 that morning, the group re-convened in the dusty confines of the Monster High library. Ghoulia moaned as she typed away at the computer in front of her.

“Ghoulia says that when a human dies, they’re put into a box that is measured especially for them. The box is then put into a long black car to a place where it can be buried in the ground. It’s customary for the person’s box to be decorated with flowers, and then their family and friends are invited to a gathering to watch them be buried.” Frankie translated.

“Like some sort of going away party?” Clawdeen asked. “I’m glad i’m not a human. That’s pretty morbid.”

“But that proves it!” Heath exclaimed. “I’m Jackson’s family so if he were dying, I would definitely be invited to the going away party and so would my parents. This whole story is bogus.”

The other students weren't so sure yet, but they all let the subject drop for now.

At 2:56, the music stopped. Jackson blinked, suddenly aware of his surroundings. The sun beamed down and burned his eyes, and he quickly had to side step to avoid being trampled by the massive herd of students walking behind him. He’d apparently stopped in his tracks in the middle of the front walkway of the school. He looked down and discovered the cause of this to be his dead iCoffin. He plugged his phone into his portable charger and it blinked back to life. Underneath the time display was a message from Holt.

“You got any idea why D-low hugged me holding back tears this mornin? Did I miss somethin?” Jackson opened his phone to respond

“Um, no? I don’t think so. Did she say what was wrong?” He left it for Holt to find later and put his phone back in his bag. Not a moment passed before it began buzzing with a call from his dad.

“So anyway, I was all like ‘dude’ and she was all like-” Draculara recounted the events of the day and was suddenly cut off by her best friend Clawdeen, who pushed her back behind the doors to the school, pointing in Jackson’s direction.

“You’re going to pick us up right?” Jackson asked into the phone.

“Okay. Yeah, we spoke to the florist yesterday. We picked out this really cool arrangement of Forget-Me-Nots. Pretty appropriate for the occasion, right?”

The two ghouls in hiding glanced at each other. “Do you remember what Frankie said? About humans getting flowers when they’re-”

“SHH!” the two turned their attention back to the human in question.

“Yeah, I know. Moms will be devastated. They said they won’t be back until 11 or 12 that night, and we’ll definitely be gone by then. But we’ll be sure to take a lot of pictures before we go!” He continued to the person on the other end. “Okay, see you in a few minutes.”

The girls gasped as Jackson put his phone away. Clawdeen pulled out her phone and pulled up the group chat. They had to tell everyone what they had just heard.

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