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ilguna · 3 months

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Can I please get number 2 and 8 from aisle 3 with sejanus, it could be her finding out about his plans to leave panem together and her trying to get him out of the jabberjay situation with snow to keep him safe? Thank you 💛

(ps. I know you love angst but pls don’t have him die I don’t think I can take it 😭)

☼ birds and stones (Sejanus Plinth) ☼

warnings; swearing, death mention, gun mention, rebel plans, bird death.

wc; 5.4k

notes; 2. "How much of this did you hear?" AND 8. "Were you ever going to tell me the truth?"

The Center.

A place that you never thought that you’d semi-willingly step foot inside of in your entire life. In fairness, you don’t think the few hundred people wandering around the building had planned to turn to becoming a Peacekeeper, either. At least they have somewhat of a choice, though.

You weren't given one, courtesy of your actions while you were mentoring a single tribute for the Tenth Hunger Games. You’d like to say it’s not your fault you ended up here, because it truly would be so easy to pawn it off on Coriolanus, or even your own boyfriend, Sejanus. The truth is that you deserve every minute of the next twenty years as much as they do.

Although, your crimes against the Academy aren’t as severe. With your mother being part of the Committee, you were able to hear their charges and they were about what you had expected. Sejanus was pretty simple, the only real questionable thing he’d done was entering the arena without permission, thereby putting himself in danger.

As for Coriolanus—he was a desperate man. It didn’t take a genius to know that there was something more going on between him and Lucy Gray. Which did shock you, considering the opinions he’d aired about district people to you in the past. He never really struck you as the type of person to switch sides at the drop of a hat, but you’ve done some pretty interesting things yourself, these past couple weeks.

Anyway, Coriolanus had illegally smuggled Academy food into the arena. They picked up a napkin after the arena had been bombed, and found his DNA all over it. Which in of itself wouldn’t have been enough to expel him. Then, they found out that he was behind the compact that Lucy Gray had, which held rat poison inside of it.

Your mother explained to you that she knew the Snow’s when they were alive. She knew that the compact couldn’t have belonged to the Twelve tribute, because Coriolanus’s mother had been seen with it. She never went anywhere without it. And your mother wasn’t the only one who noticed this, Dean Highbottom already had it down on his list.

The final nail on the coffin was when they’d found Coriolanus’s handkerchief in a snake tank—the mutt tank that they’d used to take out the remaining tributes inside of the arena. In the corner, the initials ‘CXS’ was stitched with the same white thread at the border. Coriolanus might have been able to deny it, if it wasn’t so glaringly obvious that it belonged to him.

This proves that he tampered with the neon snakes. You didn’t understand right away, but your mother explained that Dr. Gaul had engineered the snakes to become comfortable with familiar scents and violent with smells they didn’t have in their system. The theory your mother shared was that Lucy Gray had touched it at some point in time, and Coriolanus never washed it.

And when he heard that the snakes would be going inside of the arena, he paid a visit to Dr. Gaul’s laboratory to drop off the handkerchief in the tank. It was a smart move, no one would have been able to trace it back to him. If the initials weren’t in the corner. Even one of the lab assistants was convinced it’d belonged to them until they inspected it further.

Just like that, he’d been expelled.

As well as you and Sejanus. Unfortunately, you haven’t heard information on either of them beyond that. The last time you talked to your boyfriend was about two nights ago, when he kissed you goodbye at your doorstep after you’d watched Lucy Gray win the Games. He promised to see you the following day, but he never came.

Since then, you received the news of your own expulsion, which has been an incredibly slow process as your mother and father have fought against it. They were pissed at the idea of you losing your honor status and your diploma. It’s a disgrace that they consider you a dropout, not even making it to your graduation.

This means that higher schooling is completely out of the question. They’ve trapped you into the next twenty years, whether you like it or not. If you were anyone else, you’d say you’ve shed some tears, but after being friends with Coriolanus and Sejanus, your skin has grown thick and your emotions rare.

“Form?” The woman asks, holding out her hand.

You pass over the paper the Recruitment Office handed to you after you enlisted yesterday afternoon. They told you that they’d need it when you got to the Center today, as there was information they had to fill out before you could officially get sent off to one of the districts.

She takes the paper from your fingers, eyes searching for your name at the top, printed in your neat handwriting. Her face twitches briefly, eyebrows raising. “(Y/n) (L/n)?” When she locks eyes with you, the bewilderment is prominent.

You give her a small smile. “That’s me.”

You were expecting this, it’s not everyday you get the daughters of one of the most infamous families in the Capitol. You wouldn’t necessarily say you’re important by any means, but if someone were to mention your last name, they would be able to recognize it. You come from a family that’s been successful for generations without sharing their secrets.

She hums, “They’ll start with your physical.” She places the paper on the table. “If you were a boy, they’d cut your hair, but you should be fine.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, walking around the table to head behind the curtains.

“Thank you.” She echoes.

The physical is pretty simple, you pass without any problems being brought up. After they fully vaccinate you against the sicknesses going around in the districts, you’re then led through a row of chairs, occupied by men getting their hair shaved into a buzz cut. You’re ordered to change into fatigues, your previous clothes being promptly discarded.

They hand you a duffel bag with a change of clothing, a hygiene kit, a water bottle, and a packet of meat sandwiches for the trip on the train. Your final stop in the Center is at the table, where you take care to read through the stack of papers they hand you, knowing better than to blindly sign.

When you’re done completely, you hand in the papers, watching as the man staples it all together. “Before I stamp your slip, do you have a district you’d prefer to go to?”

You open your mouth to tell him ‘no preference’, but a voice behind you cuts you off entirely. “District Twelve.”

Your face twists at the very thought of going to such a dirty district. There will undoubtedly be a layer of coal dust on everything you touch. It’ll be impossible to escape.

As you turn to look at who spoke over you, you try to drop the disgusted look. The moment your eyes land on him, a flood of relief hits your body like a truck. You throw out your hands. “Sejanus!”

Dressed in the same colored fatigues, with his brown curls shaved away, stands your boyfriend. His signature smile spreads across his face while he opens his arms for you to hug him.

You squeeze him tightly, letting out a laugh. “I thought you’d already gone.”

“No, I would never have gone without saying goodbye to you, first.” He says, you pull back to look into his eyes. He takes this as an opportunity to kiss you, holding you in place for several long seconds until he’s satisfied.

You quickly remember the recruitment officer sitting at the table. You keep one hand wrapped around Sejanus, turning to look at the man. “District Twelve.”

He writes it in on your slip, stamps it, and then slides it over. You hold the paper, watching as Sejanus turns in his papers and requests District Twelve, too. He holds his hand out for you, which you take gratefully, squeezing his palm. Together, you take a bus to the train station, where you wait for the next hour.

Sejanus has so much to tell you in this short span of time, most of which you already know. You know about the expulsion of the three of you, and how Lucy Gray was sent back to District Twelve without being paraded. He then goes on to surprise you by saying his father went before the board to promise them a new gymnasium for the Academy if they let him graduate and sign up for Peacekeepers. However, Sejanus refused to take the deal until both Coriolanus and you were allowed to graduate, too. And since Professor Sickle really wanted a new gym…

“I graduated?” You ask, eyebrows twitching in.

Sejanus opens his box of belongings, pulling out a small leather folder with the school’s emblem and your name engraved on the front. You take it from him carefully, flipping it open to see the diploma inside, crediting you with High Honors, like you’d wanted.

“Sejanus.” You pout.

“Don’t act like it’s a great deal.” Sejanus laughs, pushing your shoulder away. “It’s the least I could do for getting you in trouble.”

“It still means a lot to me.” You tell him. “And you know that.”

“That’s why I did it.”

–

Lately, Sejanus hasn’t been acting like himself.

It started happening a couple weeks back, right around the time he and Coriolanus were asked by the base commander to attend the hanging of Arlo Chance. Well, it wasn’t much of an option, they were instructed to go because Commander wanted more bodies there for show, and he was looking for recruits.

While they were given the opportunity to go, you were told to stay on base and continue with the schedule that you were given for the day. At the time, you weren’t upset by this in any way. In fact, you were thankful that you wouldn’t have to put on the full Peacekeeper uniform to stand out in the heat while they hung rebels. It wasn’t an afternoon that you’d been picturing all day.

Now that you’re looking back on it, maybe it would have been better if you’d offered. At least then you would’ve been with Sejanus. You saw the looks on both of their faces when they came back later that evening. Whatever had happened obviously upset Sejanus enough for him to barely kiss your cheek before disappearing to his room to write to Ma.

When you saw him for supper that night, he was overwhelmingly quiet. Despite the amount of times you tried to start up a conversation with him, he wouldn’t respond. He barely offered you more than a smile, but he did hold onto one of your hands with both of his, needing the comfort.

It wasn’t until you, Coriolanus and Sejanus were mopping the mess hall did he finally speak.

“What’s bothering you? And don’t say nothing.” Coriolanus said, eyes set on your boyfriend. His silence must’ve been poking at him, too.

Sejanus stuck his mop into the bucket of dirty water. “I don’t know. I keep wondering what would’ve happened today if the crowd had gotten physical. Would we have had to shoot them?”

“Oh, probably not.” Coriolanus told him almost immediately. You paused where you were several feet away, hands beginning to tighten around the wooden pole. “Probably just fired a few rounds in the air.”

“If I’m helping to kill people in the districts, how is it any better than helping to kill them in the Hunger Games?” Sejanus asked.

The silence that took over the room only lasted a few seconds, but a hundred thoughts passed through your head in that short span of time. The first was concern for your boyfriend, because there’s nothing more than he hates than unnecessary violence. And the second was concern for you and Coriolanus, because this exact train of thought is what had gotten you here, in District Twelve, in the first place.

Coriolanus hesitated. “What did you think it was going to be? I mean, what did you think you’d signed up for?”

“I thought I could be a medic.” Sejanus murmured, looking up from the floor to you.

You locked eyes with him, forced a smile, and went back to mopping. You’ll admit that when you signed up for Peacekeepers, you had a handful of unrealistic expectations, yourself. It’s taken you twice as long to adjust to this lifestyle than it has for them. Sejanus fit in with the district almost immediately because he used to live in District Two, and it’s like Coriolanus was meant for a military life.

On the other hand, you’d never pictured yourself leaving the Capitol, never really had to lift your finger for a single thing. Regardless, you knew that it would be more gloomy skies than sunshine days here. There’s going to be a lot of grimy memories that will follow you for the rest of your life, even after you make it back to the Capitol someday.

“A medic.” Coriolanus repeated. “Like a doctor?”

“No, that would require university training.” Sejanus continued. “Something more basic. Something where I could help anyone who’d been injured, Capitol or district, when violence breaks out. At least I wouldn’t do any harm. I just don’t know if I could ever kill anyone, Coryo.”

That’s all it took for you and Coriolanus to share a worried look. Sejanus was beginning to fall right back into his Capitol habits. This time, his actions would have worse consequences than just being banished. They could get him killed.

“What about in war?” You asked, causing them to look over. “We’re soldiers, you know.”

“I know. A war would be different, I guess. But I would have to be fighting for something I believed in. I would have to believe it would make the world a better place. I’d still rather be a medic, but there isn’t much demand for them at the moment, it turns out. Without a war. They’ve got a long waiting list of people who’d like to be trained to work at the clinic. But even for that, you need a recommendation, and the sergeant doesn’t want to give me one.”

“Why not? Sounds like a perfect fit.”

“Because I’m too good with a gun.” Sejanus paused, lips pulling down at the corners. “It’s true. I’m a crack shot. My father taught me from when I was tiny, and every week I had mandatory target practice. He considers it part of the family business.”

“Why didn’t you hide it?”

“I thought I was. In reality, I shoot much better than I do in training. I tried not to stand out, but the rest of the squad is terrible.” Sejanus’s eyes widened, looking between you and Coriolanus. “Not you two.”

“Yes, me.” Coriolanus laughed. “Look, I think you’re making too much of this. It’s not like we have a hanging every day. And if it ever did come to it, just shoot to miss.”

Sejanus let out a heavy sigh. “And what if that means (Y/n), or you, or Beanpole, or Smiley, end up dead? Because I didn’t protect you?”

“Oh, Sejanus.” You shook your head.

“You have to stop overthinking everything! Imagining every worst-case scenario. That isn’t going to happen. We’re all going to die right here, of old age or excessive mopping, whatever takes us first. In the meantime, quit hitting the target! Or invent a problem with your eyes! Or smash your hand in the door!”

“Stop being so self-indulgent, in other words.”

“Well, so dramatic anyway.” You mused, dragging your mop back to the bucket.

“That’s how you ended up in the arena, remember?” Coriolanus asked.

Sejanus blinked as if Coriolanus had reached over and slapped him. “That’s how I almost got us both killed. You’re right. Thanks. I’m going to think over what you said.”

It seems like he’s taken Coriolanus’s words to heart after that night, genuinely considering them and the consequences his actions could have. You know that the last thing Sejanus wants is to put the three of you back into danger, getting you into trouble, to find yourselves in worse work than Peacekeepers.

Sejanus has good intentions, you know he does. They’ve shown through several times, despite the mistakes he continues to make. In the past, before you’d been asked to mentor for the Tenth Hunger Games, they weren’t as frequent. And if they were, you never noticed them because they weren’t life-altering.

The truth is that you can never fully blame Sejanus for what he’s done, mostly because you feel as if the Hunger Games brought out the worst in a lot of people. The moment it was suggested, it started a domino effect that none of you had foreseen. And it ended with half of your classmates dead, and you being banished from the Capitol.

Still, this doesn’t mean that you excuse Sejanus’s flaws entirely. He would never let you.

“(L/n).” A voice snaps. You straighten where you stand, turning sharply to face the voice. You’re met with the face of your Commander, his eyebrows raised. “Go help with the birds, I want them labeled and on the hovercraft by the end of the hour.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod, waiting for him to take his eyes off of you before you walk away.

A part of you feels guilty, though. Sejanus’s train of thoughts progressively got worse in the Capitol when he confided in you. When he told you that he wanted to leave the bread crumbs on Marcus’s body, you said that he should find a way how. Granted, you were picturing him doing it after the Games had been finished and the bodies were extracted.

Really, you expected him to pull some strings with his father to get it to happen, too. Sometimes you forget that he doesn’t like to use his wealth and name the same way that you do. He doesn’t like taking the advantage. What he doesn’t realize is that if he does it in moderation—especially for something as simple as bread crumbs—no one will think he’s trying to get a step up.

If you hadn’t encouraged Sejanus to find a way to Marcus, then he wouldn’t have gone into the arena. Ma would not have gone to the Snow’s looking for her son. Coriolanus would not have gotten the call from Dr. Gaul regarding your boyfriend being in danger. There wouldn’t have been a reason to send Coriolanus in there to save him. And Coryo wouldn’t have had to kill one of the tributes.

You believe you’re a good portion of the reason why you’re here, in District Twelve, now.

Of course, there were other factors that contributed to it, but that was the start of it.

As you go to walk around the corner of the building to where half of your bunkmates should be, Sejanus’s voice cuts through the silence. “Listen, we’ve only got a few minutes. I know you won’t approve of what I’m going to do, but I need you to at least understand it. After what you said the other day, about us being like brothers, well, I feel I owe you an explanation. Please, just hear me out.”

Your boots freeze in the mud, eyebrows draw in. The quiet chirping of a nearby jabberjay fills the silence, while Coriolanus thinks of a response. Then, it falls quiet too. As if it wants to hear what your boyfriend has to say.

“It’s like this,” Sejanus starts. “Some of the rebels are leaving District twelve for good. Heading north to start a life away from Panem. They said if I help them with Lil, (Y/n) and I can go, too.”

You blink, face twisting deeper at the new knowledge. Sejanus is talking to rebels. He isn’t learning from his mistakes. Why hasn’t he talked to you about this? What does he think Coriolanus is going to do? If either of them get into trouble, it’ll be you who pulls them out this time. With Coriolanus wrapped up in Lucy Gray again and Sejanus talking district rebels…

As if reading your thoughts, Sejanus begins to speak quickly. “I know, I know, but they need me. The thing is, they’re determined to free Lil and take her with them. If they don’t, the Capitol will hang her with the next lot of rebels they bring in. The plan is simple, really. The prison guards work in four-hour shifts. I’m going to drug a couple of my ma’s treats and give them to the outside guards. The medicine they gave me in the Capitol, it knocks you out like that—” Sejanus snaps his fingers.

“I’ll take one of their guns. The inside guards are unarmed, so I can force them into the interrogation room at gunpoint. It’s soundproof, so no one can hear them yell. Then I’ll get Lil. Her brother can get us through the fence. We’ll head north immediately. We should have hours before they discover the guards. SInce we’re not going through the gate, they’ll assume we’re hiding on base, so they’ll lock it down and search here first. By the time they figure it out, we’ll be long gone. No one hurt. And no one the wiser.”

You’re gonna be sick.

You reach out to steady yourself on the wall, taking in deep breaths through your nose to calm the rising nausea. Sejanus has lost his goddamn mind if he thinks that he’s going to get away with all of this. He’s going to get himself hurt. He’s going to get himself caught. Or, he’s going to get himself killed.

“I couldn’t go without telling you.” Sejanus says to Coryo. You raise your head, face screwing in, because apparently telling his girlfriend doesn’t matter. But the person he considers a brother is more important, even though he’s not a part of this plan? “You’re as good to me as any brother could be. I’ll never forget what you did for me in the arena. I’ll try to figure out some way to let Ma know what happened to me. And my father, I suppose. Let him know the Plinth name lives on, if only in obscurity.”

It’s quiet for a couple of seconds, and then the jabberjay they must have nearby, begins to sing the song it had been before you walked up to the corner. Your eyebrows twitch together, suspicious.

“Here comes Bug.” Coriolanus says.

“Here comes Bug.” The bird repeats in Coryo’s voice.

Now it’s repeating what’s been said?

“Hush, you silly thing.” Coriolanus murmurs.

“We need another water bottle. One broke.” Bug says.

“One broke.” The bird echoes in Bug’s voice, before switching to imitate a nearby crow.

It dawns on you suddenly, as the blood seems to run from your face to your toes. You remember the crash course they gave everyone on jabberjays and mockingjays just a few weeks back. How mockingjays only replicated notes, while the jabberjays could repeat back whole sentences if instructed to.

Usually, they’re quite talkative. The jabberjay should’ve been repeating little parts of that conversation the entire time. The only time they fall silent is when they’re listening…

Your feet move before you tell them to, eyes searching for the jabberjay that holds Sejanus’s rebel secrets that will get him killed if they’re heard by the wrong person. Your presence immediately draws three pairs of eyes, but you’re locked on the cage that Bug is carrying toward the hovercraft.

“(Y/n), what are you doing over here?” Coriolanus asks.

Your eyes slide over to him, and they must not exactly be kind looking, because the happy look on his face vanishes completely. You take in a breath, forcing a smile despite the many things you’d like to accuse him of.

Not now, you think. “Commander told me to come here to make sure that the work gets done by the end of the hour.”

As you glance over at Bug, you find that the cage is marked with J1.

“Oh, well we don’t really need help.” Coriolanus shakes his head, looking between Sejanus and Bug. “We’re almost finished.”

“Let me organize the hovercraft, while the three of you focus on getting the birds covered.” You tell them, leaving no room for discussion. You have to get your hands on that bird, and you need to get it out of this area.

“Sure.” Sejanus nods, face twisting slightly. “Are you alright?”

He catches your arm, holding you in place for a moment. You give him a smile, reaching up to touch his face, even though you want to be everything but tender right now. He’s been lying to you about what he’s been up to. He made the wrong assumption of thinking that you’d be fine with going along with what he wanted. And out of all the people he chose to tell, he picked Coriolanus.

“I’m good.” You nod. “I just don’t want to get in trouble.”

Sejanus lets you go, smoothing the wrinkles out of your sleeve. You follow after Bug, allowing them to resume their conversation. You hesitate, waiting at the bottom of the ramp, wanting to hear what Coriolanus has to say to your boyfriend, if he’ll try to talk him out of it. But if he actually cared about Sejanus, he never would have recorded the first part, the most criminating part.

Bug peeks his head out of the hovercraft. “Are you coming inside?”

“Yes.” You start up the ramp, sparing a single glance back at the two boys.

It’s dark inside of the hovercraft, half of the lights overhead are covered by the cages and tarps to hide the birds. Bug quickly explains what he’s been doing with the birds and how they had been instructed to organize them. You feign interest, you’re not planning on staying for long.

In fact, as soon as Bug announces that he’s going to grab the next bird and disappears, you sweep J1 off of the shelf, heading down the ramp and straight into the street. A singular remote clutched in your free hand. You walk for a couple minutes, unconcerned about being missing. When the hovercraft is entirely out of sight, you step behind a tree, placing the bird cage on the ground, and pulling off the cover.

You stare down at the bird, shaking your head. You do the easiest task first, which is erasing the conversation. You press play, then put it on neutral so that you can press record, putting the bird back on neutral when you’re done. Now, it has nothing but the sound of birds chirping in the trees in its memory.

This should be good enough, but that means you could’ve just done it inside of the hovercraft, it would’ve been easier. A pit in your stomach tells you that you can’t just pick up the cage and walk back to the ship. You know that you’ve gotten rid of the conversation correctly—what if you didn’t? What if it’s still able to play it back? If it were up to you, you’d get rid of the bird, but they’re going to notice one is missing.

You guess you could come up with an excuse, take the punishment and move on.

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, trying to come up with ways to get rid of the creature. You’re only drawing up one solution, though. You’re not entirely sure how you feel about killing the thing with your bare hands, but do you have much of a choice? This is the only way to ensure that he stays safe…

And after all the time you’ve been together, and what he did to make sure you graduated, the least you could do is get rid of it.

Begrudgingly, you kill the bird, dig a shallow grave, and bury it. You cover the cage back up with the tarp, and head back to the hovercraft, where Bug is nowhere to be seen. You set the cage by the ramp, and when you peer inside of the ship, you can see that he’s brought two more cages since you walked away.

It isn’t long before Bug comes back, holding two more cages. “There you are. Where’d you go?”

“The bird died.” You tap the cage with the tip of your shoe. “I went out and buried it.”

His face twists, eyeing the cage. “We just put that one in there.”

You half-shrug. “I was checking on the ones in there and this one had stopped moving.”

There’s a brief moment of silence that passes. “I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to report it and hand them off to the scientists to be looked at.”

“Oh, well I didn’t know that.”

Bug still looks skeptical, but he doesn’t push it. He hands the two cages off to you, and then leaves to grab the next two. In the span of the next thirty minutes, the hovercraft is loaded and the Commander comes with a small portion of the scientists to check to make sure that they’ll be safely transported.

As expected, your dead bird doesn’t go unnoticed. However, you aren’t given as harsh of a punishment as you’re expecting. You’re simply taken off bird duty because you don’t know the rules as well as Bug, Sejanus and Coriolanus. And you’re met with a disappointed remark from the Commander, something along the lines of, “This is why we didn’t put you there to begin with.”

You’re free for the rest of the day, as long as you make it back to base before dark. You watch as Sejanus and Coriolanus walk side by side, talking animatedly. When Coriolanus reaches out to touch your boyfriend, you squeeze between them, wrapping your arm around the elbow of Sejanus.

“You know, Coryo, as much as we love to be with you all the time, I’d like some time with my boyfriend.” You raise your eyebrows.

Coriolanus doesn’t seem bothered, nodding. “You haven’t been able to. I’ll go back to base.”

“We’ll see you there.” You smile, Sejanus offers him a wave.

You come to a slow stop in the dirt, watching as Coriolanus walks down the path, further into the trees. Once you’re alone, you turn to look at Sejanus, lips pressing together.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Is there anything you might want to tell me?” You ask.

A crease appears between his eyebrows, as he reaches to touch the side of your face. You grab his wrist, pulling your head away. “No, (Y/n).”

“You’re lying to me.” You tell him. “I heard what you said to Coriolanus about the rebels.”

Sejanus’s face drops, he swallows. “How much of this did you hear?”

“All of it.” You tilt your head. “Actually, I heard the first part, until Bug came to get that bird, then I had to show myself. Were you ever going to tell me the truth?”

“Yes, I was, I just wanted to figure it out first.”

“It sounded pretty figured out to me. You were going to do that all on your own? You could’ve gotten into trouble, especially with Coriolanus.”

“With Coryo?” Sejanus repeats. “He’s our friend, (Y/n). There’s nothing to worry about.”

“He was recording you on that jabberjay.” You emphasize. “I bet he was planning on sending it to Dr. Gaul. You know they listen back to what they have to say, right? Just in case they’ve heard anything incriminating? You’re lucky I caught it.”

“You killed the bird?” Sejanus asks, eyes wide. “Coriolanus was recording me?”

“I had to kill it, because erasing the conversation never would’ve been enough.” You shake your head.

“He’s my brother.” He breathes.

“He’s a fucking snake.” You grab onto his sleeve, shaking him to try and pull him to reality. “We need to get out of here. You need to get yourself out of that plan with Lil without pissing off the rebels. I’m gonna call my mom tonight, she’ll come up with an excuse to get us home.”

Sejanus cups your face. “I am so, so sorry, (Y/n). I’ve done it again. I’ve gotten us into trouble.”

“I’m going to get us out of it.” You grab his wrists, squeezing.

this was part of my 3k celebration!! will i ever be done celebrating? hopefully before the end of 2024!!

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Bubble Pop!

It was rare that you and Seokmin could enjoy a warm summer's day together. With Seokmin’s busy schedule and your own job, you would usually just spend a few hours together in the evening before both passing out in bed. Luckily for you both, your schedules seem to line up and you finally got to spend the day with your sunshine.

That's what led you to sitting in the garden, basking in the sun happily. A smile spread across your face when you could hear the soft giggles of your baby as he approached you.

“Mama?” He asked, his hands behind his back.

“Yes, my baby?” You ask, pulling your sunglasses down your nose to look at him properly. Seokmin smiled shyly before slowly bringing his hands in front of him, revealing the bubble wand. When you saw the wand, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Seokmin was obsessed with bubbles, he was absolutely fascinated by them. If he could just play with bubbles all day every day, then he absolutely would.

“Bubbles?” He asked shyly.

“Of course honey!” You said happily, reaching over to take the wand off of him. You unscrewed the lid and made sure you had enough of the bubble solution on it before gently blowing them across the garden. Seokmin let out a squeal of delight before he ran off on the grass, trying to catch as many as he could. Your smile grew as you watched your little sunshine run around the garden, happy giggles leaving his lips.

Soon, all the bubbles had popped and disappeared which made Seokmin stop running and pout sadly. He turned to you and ran over before he tugged on the sleeve of your t-shirt.

“More mama! More!” He said, giving you his best puppy dog eyes that he could muster.

“Hm… What’s the magic word?” You ask.

“Pwease?” He replied. You let out a soft giggle and reached up to ruffle his brown locks gently. How could you say no to that?

“Of course you can have more bubbles!” You said and repeated the process again to create more bubbles for your baby. Seokmin’s pout quickly faded and he broke out into a big grin before running off after the bubbles.

“Tank you!” He called before focusing on trying to catch them again. You smiled happily as you continued to make as many bubbles as you could for your baby. There was nothing like sitting in the sun on your day off, making your sunshine happy with a few bubbles.

🧸Endnote: It is currently winter here in the U.K but I have no heating so wanted to write something to do with the summer to trick my mind into thinking it’s warm 🤣 I am incredibly stressed out with uni work and have been struggling with my mental health at the moment and I just needed to take a break, so I wrote this for you guys. I love DK so much and whilst I only really see him as a caregiver, this concept just screamed little!Seokmin. I honestly would love to sit in the sun for that long if I got to hear his giggles and writing this made me feel just a bit better. I promise to write about someone other than Seokmin soon! Hope all of you are doing okay and making sure to look after yourselves! ~ 👑🐰💛

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teakoodrawz · 10 months

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[ 💛 || thunderstorm - Last Mer au ]

[ since this week. the weather had became rainy and a thunderstorm had appeared. as everything became cloudy. the rain pours. the thunder sounded the sky. just the thunders and rain. but it made one mer alone leave his pool ]

[ Mark was trying to take a nap in his pool. but as when the storm emerged disturbs his slumber. he already cornered himself trying to block out the noise but the strong rain drips so much in the backyard on the pool ]

[ he then decided to swim out to his tube as the entrance slides open with water already filling the pathway. he swim to go inside the house to the next tank. like a hamster cage ]

[ Mark entered to another tank and the exit door slide closed. he went to the corner of the tank and curled into a ball. as the inside of the house was already dark. cut off the lights from the storm ]

" yo dude. you scared of the storm? " [ Mark looked up seeing Cap'n holding a flashlight. Mark shook. he was never afraid of the thunderstorm. he just wanted to take a nap ]

[ Mark signed he was having a pleasant slumber not until the thunderstorm came. Cap'n nods. he clicks his mouth and said ] " well- you can stay here if you want to sleep "

[ the mer then signed he wants to sleep with Cap'n. the boombox shook his head ] " mmmhhh... no. Can't nap with you when the furnitures get wet. "

[ Mark frowned. he leaned down to the sand. bummer. he wanted to at least cuddle with his partners ]

[ Cap'n dropped his shoulders and groaned ] " uuugh...fine.... we can nap together in the sofa or whatever. was going to play board games and eat snacks with the others this rainy season. "

[ Mark got up. games! and snacks! his energy already activated for interest. he swirled in the tank wanting to play with them ]

[ Cap'n smirked ] " you want to play games too. don't you? " [ he tilted. the mer nodded excitedly ] " alright. let's get you out of the tank first! luckily Sunny is here today and you'll be happy she brough- " [ Mark suddenly jumped out of his tank from the top and landed on his boombox partner. the flashlight dropped ] " ACK!!- "

[ the mer cuddled, rubbing his head on the boombox ] " Mark!! I'm getting soaked!! we haven't dried you up yet!! "

[ Mark hummed. ignoring his exclaimed as he continued to feel contented ]

[ the smooth boombox sighed and lets him be. Sweet walked in with a flashlight they're holding on ] " hey. what happened? heard you were yelli- " [ the speaker sees Cap'n on the floor getting wet as Mark crushed and cuddling him ] " oh. i see. do you uuh. need help? " [ it pointed ]

[ their bandmate waved ] " just get me a dry towel and help me bring Mark to the living room. " [ Sweet nodded and left ]

[ as Mark cuddling his partner. Cap'n couldn't do anything but smile. letting that speakerless fish clinged into him and purrs. he wrapped his arms back to him ] " i still feel uncomfortable... " [ he mumbled ]

#[notepad]#[heartbeat-remix]#Mark'n #Last Mer au #🧡💙#out of my drafts lets gooo!

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Armin x reader 💛

Series content : modern au, wet dreams, horny, sneaky, (sorta cheating but not really?? you’ll get it later), always on each other, pregnancy….

Part 1 : your words speak volumes

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“Why aren’t you sitting on my lap? Y-you should be.. on my lap..” your drunk boyfriend spills some of his beer on himself as he pats his lap for you to come sit down.

Truth is, he’s disgusting -- he rarely cares for personal hygiene and has gotten fat since he chose to stop going to college and focus solely on drinking and gaming. This choice came after the fact that the two of you had decided to buy a four bedroom house together in a bustling suburb just south of Los Angeles -- you had in mind that he was about to propose, you’d get pregnant, maybe even twins! But instead, he quit his part time job and college simultaneously and didn’t disclose to you prior that the rent would be fully paid for by you.

Because he left that small part out prior, you had to come up with a plan to cover the mortgage every month, and furnishing the extra bedroom and renting it out was the best you could come up with.

“Y’know, babe..” you gag on the word “I think I’ll pass... I need to go meet with the potential new roommate and decided if they’re a good fit. I need help with covering the house so it can’t wait much longer.”

“Bitch.” He whispers under his breath and turns back to his computer.

You shut the door to his gaming room behind you on your way out. It’s 2pm, you’re already running late to meet the potential new roommate for coffee and your sleaze-bag boyfriend is once again completely shitfaced. You look in the mirror briefly, wipe away the little bit of running mascara from under your eyes, straighten out your cute new white tank top that you got this past weekend, and you’re off -- luckily the coffee shop was only a 5 minute drive from your door.

You walk in, look around for a second, and find a guy who matches the description of your new roommate. He’s got shorter blond hair and light blue-ish/gray eyes and a slim jawline. He’s sitting behind a computer at one of the window seats, coffee already in front of him.

Great... another computer... red flag number one.

“Armin?” you peek around the computer shyly. Being social isn’t your strong suit, and it’s painfully obvious.

His blue eyes look back at you from around the computer and he shuts it quickly and stands up to greet you.

“Hey! That’s me.”

“Sorry I’m late. I really di-” you start to mumble out before he cuts you off.

“Don’t apologize. I’ve already been here for an hour excited to meet someone new. Besides, I’m sure it’s for good reason.”

Oh, Armin, if only you knew...

“Honestly... fuck it. You should probably know anyways before you move in... I’ve got a boyfriend and he’s not exactly all that he used to be. He’s currently at home day drinking and playing video games and probably eating all the food we have left. He can be a dick when he drinks and I just had to put up with a bit of that attitude before I came here.”

Good going, you probably scared him off from wanting to rent a room now that you’ve told him all that -- just look at his face. Fuck being socially awkward.

“I’m sorry... I didn’t realize. So, does he live there too? Or does he just stick around sometimes?”

“We live there together, but this behavior just started when we moved in together two months ago. He used to be fit and only drank on weekends and went to college at LACC. Now he just sits at home all day...”

He seems to genuinely care about the situation, but it feels foreign to open up to someone like this. There’s been no point in talking to your mom about it and there’s rarely a convenient time to tell your boyfriends mom how much of an ass he’s turned out to be.

“Well, he doesn’t hurt you at least, right?” Armin’s voice cracks slightly when he asks this as though somethings happened to him before. This attitude isn’t foreign to him.

Holding your tongue and deciding to not go too far into explaining everything that your boyfriend has done to you, you decide to simply answer with a shake of your head.

You glance down and see his cup of coffee, then realize you got too caught up in finding him and starting a conversation that you never even ordered one.

“I’m gonna go grab a coffee, do you want another?” You nod to the coffee cup sitting in front of him.

“Sure. Actually, I’ll just come up with you and order too that way we can keep talking.” He’s awful perky for having just found out that his new roommate is an ass hat.

“Okay.” you answer him with a simple smile and turn to walk towards the cash register.

“Wow...” he sighs out breathlessly and in amazement.

“What?”

“You just have a really... nice smile.”

Although it was sweet, you never imagined someone could be more socially awkward than yourself, but here he was trailing behind you like a lost puppy on the way to the cash register.

“So what do you do?” you ask, trying to brush the awkward compliment to the side.

“Well, I’m an accountant at a firm in Los Angeles and I also take classes at LACC part time, but that’s mostly for the fun of it. It’s not a necessity.”

“For the fun of it? College isn’t exactly fun.” you almost laugh at the two words being in the same sentence together.

“True, but I’ve always found it to at least be fairly easy so I take classes to have the proof of a degree for future jobs, not because I necessarily need it.”

Well okay then, Mr. Accountant and College Boy. You’re starting to shape up to be a pretty decent person.

The two of you order your drinks and he insists on paying for you. You thank him and sit down together at the table again.

“So then, how would you describe yourself as a roommate?” This is make or break for your decision on whether or not he should be the one to move in.

“Well, I like to clean and I’m very quiet. I don’t really have friends or a girlfriend so you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone coming over that you don’t know, and I will always pay you for rent a few days ahead of time that way you don’t have to worry about covering for me.”

“That, Armin, is music to my ears. When can you move in?”

“I can move in right now if you’re fine with that. I have everything packed in my trunk just in case you said yes.”

“That’s fine with me, but just know that you’re about to see my boyfriend in a pretty rough state if he comes out of his room.”

“I’d say it’s probably better to meet him at his worst than at his best to get a real feel for what I’m in for.” Armin has a smile on his face and lets out a lighthearted laugh, but heat rushes to your cheeks at the impression you’ve already given him of Jonathan.

“Hey, Armin... there’s one other thing...” although Armin was taller than you, that wasn’t saying much. You reached a soaring 5′1 and Armin was maybe half a foot taller than you with a lean muscular build. Jonathan, on the other hand, was 6′5 and weighed 250lbs -- at this point, his muscle was fading into fat, especially around his growing beer gut. You explain all this to him and he just grabs his keys and laptop and says “I’ll follow you since you’ve got the key.” With another bright smile as he holds the door open for you and walks to his car.

Now that was far from the impression you thought that would leave on him. Although... he did say he thought it was better to meet Jonathan at his worst than at his best... Armin seems smart, and extremely sweet, and doesn’t ask nosy questions... He’s the exact opposite of the sleaze bag he’s about to meet.

You pull into the driveway and find Armin pulling up in front of the house right as you get out of your car. You walk over to him and help with one of the boxes from his trunk and find that it’s filled with various books.

A fellow book nerd -- maybe he will be willing to trade some from time to time.

He also grabs a box and shuts his trunk.

“I’ll come back for more in a bit. I don’t need it all right now.”

“Okay! Well, follow me then.” You smile at him and get the same breathless reaction from him as you had at the coffee shop.

He follows you up the short driveway and to the front door where you set the box down and fumble to get your keys out of your purse.

Blood rushes to your face, although it’s literally only been seconds you hate how awkward you are about everything. It doesn’t help that you can feel Armin’s eyes on you.

Finally.

You unlock the door, pick the box back up, and walk in.

“Jonathan, I’m home and I brought Armin with me.”

And, right on queue, something from directly upstairs falls, the sound of a bottle breaking ensues, and a loud “SHIT!” wraps up the whole commotion.

Of course...

“Here, follow me. You don’t need to kick your shoes off. I’ll show you to your new room.” You nod upstairs and hope to God that Jonathan doesn’t choose to walk out of the room now.

Armin’s eyes are still on you while you’re walking up the stairs, and you’ve got a pretty good idea of exactly where he’s looking. Oddly enough though, you don’t mind it. His gaze doesn’t have the same trauma effects on you as Jonathan’s does. Egk... just the thought of him alone makes you shiver --

And of course, right on time, a wobbly Jonathan peers out of his door.

“Where’ve you been I called for-- ‘n I wanted... damn baby you shouldn’ be dressed...”

All his words jumble together, and he’s only cut off from his incoherent rant when Armin peaks around you and says “I’m actually glad she’s dressed, otherwise this would be awkward, don’t you think? I’m Armin Arlet. I’m your new roommate that’s gonna help pay for part of the mortgage.”

“pfft... whatevr..” Jonathan slams the door behind himself as he skulks back into his dingy smelly cave. More clattering of bottles and more drunk slurs and mumbling occur before he seems to finally get comfortable.

“I’m so sorry about that. He’s just had a lot to drink today so on the bright side, he will probably pass out soon and you wont have to interact with him anymore for today.”

“No! Don’t apologize. It’s his choice, not yours. You’re not his mom.” He’s cool with his answer and doesn’t seem fazed in the least about how Jonathan just acted.

“You’ll be right over here.” You signal to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. “It’s on the smaller side, but it’s got a closet and it’s own full bathroom.”

You plop the heavy box of books on his bed and open up the window to let in the evening natural light. When you turn around, Armin is blushing and staring at you, then quickly looks around the room and clears his throat and simply says “It’s perfect, thank you.”

You walk past him and open up the door to show off the full bathroom, then walk out and explain that if he needs anything, you’ll either be in your bedroom or downstairs on the couch or in the kitchen while you’re home.

“Wait... I should probably have your number, right?” His voice cracks slightly.

“Oh, right. Here, hand me your phone I can put it in!” you respond cheerfully.

You tap in your name and number into his phone, then send yourself a text so you know his number.

Little did you know, that was the start to one of the naughtiest chain of decisions you have ever made...

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Part 2????

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlet #writing #fanfic #attack on titan fanfiction #eren yeager #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #captain levi #aot fluff #realism #life #real life #storytelling

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findroleplay · 1 year

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hey hey!! 20+ looking for other 20+ writers for a red dead redemption 2 plot. i’m specifically looking to write arthur morgan against your charles smith because i just played through the story for my second time and now i’m sad again.

i’d like to set this maybe around the time the gang is at clemons point or shady belle, before arthur starts to get too sick. expect a lot of sap from me, because my favorite thing about them is the potential for the softest, sweetest fluff i can conjure. i just love that they both are kind of stuck in the same boat. the gang always relegate them to being these tanks/work horses, but they both understand that they’re more than that, or at the very least want to be more than that. despite their outlaw ways, they both have this moral compass that makes them want what’s good. they want to do what’s right, by their family and by themselves. they’re these wanted criminals, but they take time out of their day to take their nephew on fishing trips and show respect to the animals they’re hunting. i just love them. this is my charthur pitch for the uninitiated, they just warm my heart so much. how am i supposed to restrain myself from saying hi to charles every time i step onto camp and stopping in my tracks to watch him shove micah to the ground? he is the love of my arthur’s life. maybe they actually get the chance to get out, leave this life behind them and settle in some canadian homestead together. arthur doesn’t have to spend the lowest point in his life alone. i keep rambling, but hopefully some of my vague ideas got across lol.

for roleplay logistics, i’m a literate to novella writer. sometimes i can write 300 words max, and others i’m well over 500. a lot of that depends on the partner i’m writing with tbh, so i usually just try to match. my timzone is cst, and i mention that because i have a pretty chaotic schedule. not strict on activity for that reason, but if you’re going to be gone for a long stretch of time just lmk. i’m not going to be upset, i just like to know when i’m ghosted lol. obviously i’m really chatty, so please try and meet me there. i love plotting and swapping headcanons and sharing funny game stories, so don’t be shy. i don’t bite. lastly, i roleplay exclusively on discord, so react to this post and i’ll reach out when i can!! 🦌💛

#roleplay #rp #read dead redemption 2 rp

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starfishhua · 1 year

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看了過去與他交往前的notes,在我們正式在一起以前我就開始這麼用心的珍惜及經營我們的關係,我真的沒有後悔任何一刻與你在一起的時光,因為每個當下我都很認真的與你相處認識你珍惜你

4/12/17

Chatting deeply this time. Talk about serious in person or text. He said he is trying hard to be less serious and more smiles. He said he will smile for me :) He said he does not trust people easily in order not to get hurt or upset. I told him that I was a little angry that he did not make sure time with me last time and he will make up for me😆

4/13/17

We went to paint nite. I was really expecting this but I felt upset because I did not understand the jokes in the paint nite which made me feel there is a gap between he and I. I tried to talk with him more but no becaue of language barrier... In addition, my Eiffel Tower looked like rocket...😞 I also felt bad that I refused to his suggestion that we trade the paintings of each other's.

4/14-15/17

He invited me to John Legend's concert on 5/27. He also created a song lists for me.

4/16/17

I told him that I had a blue Monday and he sang a song for me. I did not expect that he would sing "你好不好". It was very touchy and I felt happy with his romantic voice. He said he will sing for me all the time!! We chatted deeply again. He asked me about my deepest fear. He does not get angry easily but upset. We told about my feeling in paint nite and he used the study of bilingual people will change personality in different language which really explains the things I feel these years.

4/17-21/17

On going chatting. We talk about go running, hiking, cooking, watching movies together... We set up the movie marathon. I sent him a first heart icon but in yellow 💛 on 4/20/17. Then I got ❣️ back again.

4/1/17

He had not texted me for a while... I was still wondering if we will have a dinner the other day. Then I texted him but not got his message for a while. I felt bad that I think at least you have to tell me not meeting tomorrow. Hence, when he replied to me, I just told him that I would not go because of sickness. Happy Fool Day! It was his first time calling me dear in the message. I did not feel too much because I was a little bit not happy about not telling me the plan tomorrow. He was having a big birthday day party so was so busy with hosting that day...

4/2/17

We went to Chinese restaurant. I prepared a cake for him and he was happy that that was his first birthday cake, lol. I started feeling good with him. I asked him to sing to me many times so he eventually sang one in the parking lot which is little happiness 小幸運. He was cute that he sang into it and was luder and louder. He still cared about if others noticing him. We had a American friendship hug from the front (first time). It was cute that he opened both of his arms to ask for hug, lol. I always felt bervous when we finished meeting. Not sure what to do, lol. I actually noticed that he changed his profile picture on his facebook to the picture I took for him. :)

4/3/17

He invited me for bay to breaker. He even said he could run with me for terrain(5/20/17) and bay to breaker(5/21/17). I kinda like he is trying hard to join my life. I also told him that we can jem together once I practice my piano hard.

4/5/17

I showed him that I did eggs dyeing with my students. He showed me that he bought goldfish and the tank. He invited me to paint nite. I was so happy about that because I am looking for someone to accompany with me for that. I like he used "us" when he said he would do one for us.

4/6-11/17

On going chatting. He went to Tahoe and improved of his skill on snowboarding. He booked one paint nite for us. He was providing very professional suggestions of my allergies, rash on my face. He called me a dear again and told me that it means sweet person or important person. I was saying thank you for thinking that I am a sweet person. Although I hope he thinks I am an important person, I think girls might need to bit a little passive, lol. When I was boarding and heading to San Jose. I called him a dear too. I said he is a dear too and not just a sweet person though 🙃. When I arrived, he sent thank you and ❣️to me. It is the first heart icon I got from him.

4/21-23/17

Went to Seattle. He did not text me for whole day even I came back from Seattle 😭😭. Although he said that he had whole day meeting with friends, I still felt upset about that.

4/24/17

Let him know that I felt upset when he did not text back! Thank you, Hopkins, he texted me back frequently and said he will fight my ghost and let me now worry about it. He shared his blog with me. He said he is seldom truely happy! I want to make hime happy!!!

4/25/17

His definition of true love: a little bit of sincerity a little bit of fate and a little bit of magic. Continuing chatting and set up our looong day! He recored the whole song of 你好不好 to me but I like previous one better. He felt his gf dumped him. Poor guy... I told him about angel rule, trust, people do not hurt others intentionally but because of love,,, He said I am awesome >///<

4/26-28/17

Continuing chatting... He asked about a trip in memorial holidays. We decided to go to Chicago.

4/29/17

We went out whole day, hiking, ramen, Logan, going away party for Geoffrey. And, we bought our Chicago tockets!!! He wiped my car windows and inside for me, gave me three specal towels. I leaned on him in the end of the movie and karaoke time. I like he placed his hand on my head and leaned back his head. He was a little jealous with Geoffrey and tried to reset his role and had great chatting with my friends. Thank you for using Mandarin that much. It is touchy when he said that he learned Mandarin and slept late in order to chat with me💛. Like he put his hand on my shoulder when we walked back to the his car.

4/30/17

We said we are exclusive dating 💛❣️

Bf/gf: understanding others need. Being more as a single couple rather than 2 persons

5/1/17

I was struggling in first speech topic. He said he would drive down and support me! Make me know what topic I want- 幸福！Thank you for letting me rehearse my welfare and happines life! Sent him a music 幸福就是

5/2/17

Hopkins came to support my speech in toastmasters! When we had a dinner together, he said that he made a list for us to do in the following time. He said he will give me a tiny cake with a huge fork and a huge pink balloon with a tiny string which I can only pinch it!! I sang A-Lin p.s.我愛你 to him.💛 He gave me my glases that he fixed whole night and this morning for me❣️He is cute when I said I will find others to go with me to the club and then he decides to come with me then ;)

5/3-4/17

We talked deeply about relationship and exclusive boundaries. I felt a little upset because it made me feel like he wanted the relationship is based on marriage... I do not know I can think about marriage now... He is a very nice person who makes me think a lot about good things that ex treated me. Thanks god to give me another chance to catch this man and thanks ex to make me become a person Hopkins likes.

5/5/17

We walked around San Mateo (first time to be there). We hanged out in Draeger first. He put his hand on my shoulder first and then held my arm and then we held hands. I was very nervous but happy 😊. We walked around and then we went to Philz cafe. Mint coffee is good better than the ginger one he likes, lol. We sat together and planned out Chicago trip. Enjoy he hugged me and time we spent together. We chatted a lot in his car. He smelled my hair at first which made me nervous because it was smelly😞😞. Then I smelled his neck back... then oops, that was very close, I felt his face was very close to me. We turned a little bit to each other. His lip touched the corner of my mouth and then we kissed🙈🙈🙊🙊. We chatted about our ex. I thanked for them so we met each other in the right time so luckily!! We found out we started being interested in each other in 4th time we met- his birthday dinner. He felt I am a thoughtful person who brought him a cake. I like he sang to me. He said he really likes me and felt I am very attractive when I told him about others love. He thanked for me to wait him for being slow and I thanked for him to try to understand me even if language barriers! Like you although it seems like we are still in exclusive dating!! 💛❣️

5/7/17 we went running trianing in central park, Fremont. He tried hard to keep up my speed. We had lunch with Emily and Johnny. Thank you him for accompanying with my friends and getting along well with them. Poor baby got super allergic of pollens. We planed our Chicago trip at my place. Let my dear sleep to reduce allergies and we did 色色的事。First time kissing my top>///<

5/12/17 san jose downtown with my dear... He made a pasta risotto for me but his co-worker mistook and had it 😭. Wechatted a lot and talked about my life in usa and I almost cried. We did something 色色的in parking lot (touch her >///<)

5/13/17 I brought flowers to mama Poon because of coming up Mother's Day. It was my first time meeting Hopkins' parents. She is cute. He brought me to look around his past schools including elementary and middle schools. He said I am a delinquent, lol. He shared with me his past!! We went to buy coffee ate the store he used to study. We had our dinner and I really liked 蛤蜊義大利麵. We did 色色的when we came back... we both did first time os >///<. My first time overnight and he came out with me for buying my contacts.

5/18/2017 I made a lunch box to my dear. He made a soup to me. I was too uncomfortable so we went to the porridge.

5/19-20/2017 We went to SF to pick up racing stuff. His first time in pier 39. We walked around and and had dinner at apple bee. I was very happy that I heard he gave poor people food and borrowed them money! He kidnapped me. It was funny and cute that his condoms were all expired and he even did not use one of them. He went out and had one. First sex and he did not …hmm, lol

5/21/2017 We went to bay to breaker. I was happy to run with him. But I hope I could get more private time with him... really like him.

5/26-29/2017 We had a trip in Chicago. We had an airport emergency, lol. I forgot to bring my ID before we headed to SF airport. We went to wrong airport because of my fault when we came back from Chicago. We shared our past. I told him about my fault and then he became scary analytical mode... Eventually he still said he would do all in and asked me to be his gf and gave me a necklace. 5/29 or memorial day is our anniversary.

06/02-04/2017 cooking for dear's family. First time cooking together. Meet his sister and brother in law. BBQ trip in Monterey with friends and aquarium

06/06/2017 slept with dear but we both needed to work the other day🙄. Super tired but sweet. Love my dear sang for me to wake me up色色的小海星

06/09/2017 我讓寶貝生氣很多沒禮貌的driver.寶貝一直抽氣

06/10/2017 我讓寶貝不高興因為無辜司機。寶貝被我逼到不只yell還一直打自己巴掌嗚嗚，其實那天看著你的紅眼睛我好想哭⋯⋯寶貝我好想保護你

寶貝的小鎖被打開了覺得我們更近了

我也哭了因為好無辜然後寶貝完全懂我的心以及委屈讓我大哭

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