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neonovember · 9 months

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Oh. My. God. Oh my god but imagine though, waking up around 8 or 9 or so on a day off where both you and Carmy have the day free. It’s a big deal maybe because oh my god Carmen’s in bed at 9 in the morning *affectionate sarcasm* holy moly Carmen settle down!

But just waking up with him, the sun coming through the window through the thin curtains with a little breeze, looking over and watching Carmy’s face form into the softest, most precious smile, his eyelashes fanning his cheeks as he slowly comes to and lets out a little sigh “Morning” his voice is all husky from sleep and lack of use. You smile back with that sweet giddiness and relaxation in filling your body as you softly whisper good morning back to him. Watching him shift as he sits up to lean over and place a long, soft and slow and tender kiss over your lips, still with that little smile on his lips (I am about to exPLODE-)*CRYING!!!!!!*

okay okay, i know i wrote a drabble similar to this idea here, and for some reason my mind fell back to the night before..y'all, imagine the night that resulted in a soft, needy carmen spending the day in bed with you, all sore and a mess of slick and cum-

Midnight Cars

summary: You’re not about to fuck in the car park. So you end up fucking in the car park. Your apartment’s one at least.

a/n: read @nolita-fairytale fic's about fiance!carmen, and god did that get my gears going. Her series is a mf masterpiece! Fiance Carmen is dirtyyy, even for Berzatto himself. There's public sex, I'm talking Carmen is knuckles deep in you swallowing you with praises whilst a few feet away from Auntie Susie, public.

warnings; filth, utter FILTH, this is kind of insane even for me, car sex, public sex, fingering, dry humping, cowgirl (yeehuh!) but carmen's doing all the work, fiance!carmen, wrap it before you tap it lmao, 18+ explicit, feral and a little deranged carmen, possesive! carmen

The tangy burst of vermilion and cherry grasps your tongue as you tilt the rounded bowl of your drinking glass towards your lips, gliding your tongue to catch any wayward drops of the wine being poured by waiters dressed down in black and white.

Your eyes don’t leave the dirty blond tresses that had long broken from their gelled back form through the night's progression sitting atop Carmen’s head. You can’t help the giggle you let out from your position against the bar, watching him join in a very drunk, but surprisingly harmonised rendition of “Ain't No Mountain High Enough" By Marvin Gates.

His tie sits undone around his neck, and his face is sort of flushed from the extended night, his cheeks a tinty rose and his lips turned red from his repetitive swipes of his tongue across them nervously.

All inhibitions are gone now, and you're able to indulge in the site of a carefree Carmen, left unaware of the never ending responsibilities he carried by the honey haze of a night just for him and his award winning restaurant.

The low lights of the speakeasy room sets the air into a mellow haze, hints of cocoa and aged bourbon waft through the corners of the room, across half finished plates of food on tailored tables, and the stage where your Carmen had won the very award that now sits dangerously close to the edge of your table.

You knew the James Beard Association was prestigious, but god had they truly left you dumbfounded when you stepped into the low lights of the speakeasy.

You didn't even know places like this still existed.

The speakeasy was tucked in a bricked alley, unassumingly between an Italian and a car park. You wouldn’t have ever guessed it to boast this attraction, with aged vintage black and white photos of late singers who’d sung on that very stage years ago hanging across the walls, polished dark exposed wood and velvet booth seats in corners surrounding round tables, even the parlour looked like it was out of an 80’s bar house. You think if you shut your eyes and reached out you would have touched the sequence dress of Etta Jones.

Carmen didn't get drunk, not often anyways, and even now, after winning the prestige of “Chicago's Up and Coming Restaurant of the Decade”, he waved off every raise of a glass towards him.

Carmen felt a level of unease at even touching a drop of liquor whilst driving you both home, no, every fiber of his being screamed at him to keep you safe at all times, and the taste of bourbon held nothing against the taste of you.

That didn’t stop him from enjoying himself, in fact he felt an unnatural sense of bubbly relaxation fall over him as his gaze fell towards you, sipping on a glass, looking the very bit the picture of gorgeous he’d ever seen.

Carmen had always been horrible at these sorts of things, getting doted on, sucked up to, boasted to. He hated every second of it, but even he can attest to the absolute wonder of a night this has been. He glided you against the dance floor, under the iridescent glass panes of the skylight window, the soft crescent moonlight shining through in a way that bounced against the glitters of low hanging ambient lighting and shimmers of dresses and disco balls.

The dance floor had been packed with family and friends but then? Then, it had felt like the entire world had stood still, it had felt like it was the both of you, infinitely, you in his arms like it was meant to be, forever.

And now you looked across to him, with those eyes, those fucking eyes of yours, comfortable in the vision of your gorgeous man looking at you under hooded lids, his bottom lip sunken into his mouth. The hint of a smirk tucks at the corner, and it takes everything in you not to jump at him then.

You motion with a manicured finger, and his eyes catch yours in a second, despite being in a group of people currently huddled around him, eager faces hanging onto his every word. He leaves them, in the middle of a mountain of questions they prodded at him, towards you, following your every desire, always, until the very end.

“I see congratulations are in order, Chef” You softly reply, when he makes it close enough that you take in the veins trailing up his forearm, left bare from his rolled up sleeves. The vision shoots straight to the heat building in your belly, and you have to press your drink to your lips to stop the bubbly moan from escaping.

Carmen looks down at you from his height, eyes trailing down the cut of your body hugging dress, lingering on your snug hips catching against the silky black fabric.

He wanted to feel them beneath his hands as he took you.

“Oh yeah?” Carmen replies, his voice like silk fluttering across your body. Heady in that way it always is.

“Mhm, but I didn’t get to really say anything since you were busy with the rest of them” You don’t have to gesture for Carmen to know about the huddles of people crowding his every move. Another thing he disliked about these sorts of things, they took him away from you.

“Does my girl feel neglected?”

“No” You draw out. “ I just want to show you how proud I am” You whisper through dark lashes. Carmen trails a tattooed fingers across your jaw, letting glide against the smooth skin until it bumps against your lips. Trailing your bottom lip fervently, his own pulled into his mouth.

“And how are you going to congratulate me hm?”

“That will just ruin the surprise, won’t it?”

Carmen let’s put a chuckle, before leaning into the crook of your neck

“Careful..you know I don’t like it when you keep things from me”

You can’t help the shudder that crawls up your spine at his words, flashes of being bent over his desk, of being pushed onto your knees corrode your mind and you feel the burning ache travel to your core.

Carmen tilts his head, a hint of a smile on his lips as he watches you, eyes glinting in want.

“No? You’re not gonna tell me?” Carmen replies in a low voice, and as he trails his thick digits across the sides of your dress, bunching up the silk material.

He trails his thick digits across the bodice of your dress, his hands dipping into the spill of cleavage before trailing it to the sides of your dress, bunching up the silk material. Surely he’s not?

“Mhm” Carmen nods, eyes flickering to you, reading your mind as he takes you in appreciably. His pupils are blown out in lust, the familiar ceruleans dipping into a depth only reserved for you.

You let out a squeal when you feel Carmen’s fingers trail up the slit on your thigh, squeezing the naked flesh before tracing his fingers along the lace trim of your panties. You’re up against the bar, shielded by the low ambient lighting and Carmen’s huge back obscuring every manoeuvre of your body to his every desire.

“Carmen-“ You admonish, eyes darting across the room now filled with happily drunk family and friends dancing or laughing amongst each other.

However your admonishment is light hearted, it trails off into the air when you feel Carmen press against you, then, you don’t really care, you miss him too goddamn much to.

“Been watching you the entire night you know? When you were dancing with your friends, god I wanted to drag you from the floor and just take you in the fucking coat closet” Carmen muses, his lips brushing against the pulse point behind your ear. Your drink long forgotten on the bar counter, your hands now gripping his shoulders as you bite back a moan.

“Yeah, just thinking about wrapping these thighs around me and letting that pussy grip me for hours”

“You’d take it all, right honey? You’ll be my good girl?” Carmen grunts out softly

All you can let out is a half hearted nod, your eyes falling dangerously closed as Carmen prods and sucks against every sliver of skin he can get ahold of.

His deft thumb drags along the fabric of your undergarments, cupping your mound as you let out a sharp exhale, making approving noises as the slick that has begun to already begun to drench your panties.

“Already wet for me Darling?” Carm replies, the hint of mirth surrounding his voice doesn’t allude you, and if you didn’t want to keep chasing that sweet friction of Carmens thumb against your heat you would have shoved him.

“Please Carm” You exhale with a sharp breath, trying to grind your hips onto the palm of his hand. He strokes you softly, featherlight touches that barely feel like anything.

And this man, this goddamn man, laughs. A roll of a chuckle rolls through his body and you want to scream at the denial of the pleasures he's keeping from you, before his deep baritone voice replies.

“All you had to say was please”

His rough fingers sink into your heat, it’s silky, and rough and hits you like liquor, straight to the building pressure. He drags your slick through your folds, arching his fingers ever so slightly when he bumps up against your clit. Never fully putting any pressure on that precipice of pleasure you want to dive head first into.

Dipping a thick tattooed digit into your tight hole, Carmen lets out a groan at the way you grip him so tightly, masking your pitched moan at the feeling of him circling his thumb against your bundle of nerves and stretching you out with his thick digits.

Carmen is practically holding you up, his large bicep wrapped tightly around your waist as you sink your teeth into his shoulder, letting the skin absorb the litter of stuttered mewls you let out at the swipes of his thumb against your clit.

The coil begins to tighten, and you can faintly hear Carmen softly whisper sweet nothings, proclamations, declarations, praises. They fall from his mouth like honey and push you further up the cliff.

“I know sweet girl, taking it so well, just keep taking it, let me make you feel good, yeah?”

A second finger joins the first, dragging your sopping slick up your folds, before dipping into your tight hole. Rough fingers massage up against your walls that grip him so tightly, Carmen knows your body inside and out, and it doesn't take long for him to find the soft spongy patch of skin deep within you, curling a third finger up into that spot, roughly thrusting into relentlessly.

Carmen watches the way your pussy swallows his thick tattooed fingers, thrusting them out slicker and wetter each time, the image has his jaw and slacks tightening and it takes everything in him not to sink his entire length into against the bar counter, fuck whoever else.

Your hips buckle beneath him, and he grips you harder into his chest, his mouth presses bruising kisses along your neck, jaw, clavicle. Your heated moans fail to reside in you as you begin to cant your hips into his hands, rubbing your clit rapidly on the flat side of his palm. The coil tightens within you, and you roll your eyes back, letting out a bubbling of half syllabus, your brain a mush from the saccharine pleasure curling your toes.

“M’ fucking you dumb baby? You getting off so good on my fingers you can’t speak?” Carmen groans out, he can’t stop himself from canting his hips forward, his erection bumping into your stomach.

The feeling of him pressed and thrusting against you, outlined by his suit pants is a vision that breaks you entirely, and you can’t even blink before you feel the band snap, the delicious white hot burn spreading through you like a wildfire.

“Carmen..s-..gonna” You manage to let out with a breath, and Carmen knows already, of course he does. He’s knuckles deep in you now, and his relentless rutting is inescapable, you can fucking feel him in your bones, down to your goddamn marrow. He continues his rapid thrusts into you, refusing to relent, pushing you further, and further through the waves of your unending.

Your head lulls back, but Carmen catches it with his arm, his mouth slatted over yours as you fail to keep in the loud yell of his name from your lips.

Carmen swallows your stuttered mewls, your swears, your please, he swallows it all and keeps it for himself. His tongue darting across the inside of your mouth, swiping along the roof of your mouth, across your front teeth.

His fingers continue to thrust into you, helping you ride through the burst of colours and stars that light your vision beneath your lids. You're pushed up against his hard chest, and it takes some time for your limp body to come back to life, your head a daze of pleasure.

“S’fucken good girl”

Carmen mutters so softly, almost to himself, his fingers are still cupping your heart, whisper grazes of his thumb against your drenched folds.

as he fixes your dress, smoothing the wrinkles formed, flickering his eyes to yours in a sweet smile.

Through hooded lids, you see a man approach you both, interrupting the heated gaze Carmen imprints down to your very bones. Carmen slinks his hand back, discreetly popping those deft digits into his mouth with a low groan, before wiping them on his suit pants. He carefully fixes your dress, smoothing the wrinkles formed, flickering his eyes to yours in a sweet smile as if he hadn’t just fucked you up into his knuckles, and goddamn tasted you.

The scene causes a shudder to roll down your back, reigniting the heat deep inside you once again, you never thought you could be this depraved, this-, but the way he sinks into you so perfectly has you nodding to every desire he has. He was a goddamn drug.

Your body is still recovering from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you feel Carmen's heated gaze on you as you try and coherently respond to the stubby man who’d interrupted you both. The man rambles on, clearly oblivious to your state, too focused on the sound of his own voice. You nod along to his words, something about a farmers market or an Indian restaurant that had opened, but you're jittering in your heels and you can barely stand, opting to lean against the bar counter.

You look towards Carmen, to find him staring at you, amusement lighting his cerulean blues as he takes in your insatiability. Hell, it took him god near everything to not fling the man to the other side of the room so that he could probably taste you.

Remind him again why he agreed to this?

It gets to maybe the second inception of an animated story before Carmen is bidding the man goodbye with a shake of a hand, and all you can do is swallow the desire that no doubt has you salivating by the second. God if Carmen had made you wait even one more minute you would have tugged on his shirt like some petulant child.

“Took you long enough” You murmur, when Carmen eases out into the speakeasy car park with a hand against the small of your back.

A soft laugh escapes Carmen, scratching at his jaw as he shakes his head.

“If I didn’t already know, I would think you're the one that hates these things” Carmen murmurs with a teasing smile, as you make your way to the sleek black car that camouflages against the midnight.

You make a sound that sounds close to a snort, “Not when it keeps me from jumping my fiances bones” Your engagement ring seems to glisten at those words, and you don't miss the way Carmen’s eyes flash with a look of hunger, adoration, glee, even possession all mixed in one.

You’d been his since the moment he laid eyes on you, that was a given. Putting a ring on your finger just gave him something to latch onto, a mark that told the world you were finally his.

It anchored him, it made him feel good. It eased the anxieties that would flood his mind, washing them away like a current every time he kissed that damn princess cut.

Carmen wasn’t exactly all that sentimental, but with you? God did he mutter till death do us part like it was tattooed onto his tongue. And even then, when he’s a zombified version of his human self, traveling the underworld soullessly he’d find you.

Oh were you Carmen’s, but wasn’t he yours too?

“Language sweetheart, you make me sound like a piece of meat” Carmen murmurs teasingly shuffling so that he’s leaning over your body pressed into the passenger seat door.

“Language? Your talking about modesty after you just-” Your cut off by Carmen's rough finger pressed against your lips

“Would be careful about what you're going to say next sweetheart” Carmen raps in a low voice, tracing his finger against your bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed as if the motion of his fingers brushed up against you was of utmost importance.

You gulp back the words you wanted to say, Carmen's blown out eyes flicker from yours to your lips, and you lift your head towards him. Carmen catches you with a hand wrapped around your jaw, pushing you further against him as he crashes his lips sweet against your own. Swiping against your bottom lip, dipping into the heat of your mouth as he groans against the taste of you.

“So sweet,” Carmen murmurs into the kiss, before pulling back. Amusement clouds over lust filled eyes at your immediate anger against his denial

“What about my surprise?”

“You can’t really get to enjoy the full experience in a public car park on Michigan Ave” You whisper, suggestivity laces your tone as you feel the heat of embarrassment flood through you. You were not good at this stuff, and yet the sharp sound of Carmen’s soft groan causes you to lift your eyes up to meet him.

“Then what are we doing standing here?” Carmen replies with a growl, it erupts from his chest, and as you stare up at him, you finally take in the wolfish expression on his face. He look’s insatiable, goddamn animalistic as he eyes you carefully, a darkness that prods at his blues.

You let Carmen place you into the passenger seat, the resounding click of the seat belt the only sound in the stretch of silence between you both. A heaviness laces the air in the car as you ride home, a headiness, a lurking desire beneath the illuminating light of the console, and the flashing lights of Chicago sitting against tinted windows.

Carmen spreads his thighs across the drivers seat leisurely, resting a hand on the steering wheel, whilst the other grips your thigh tightly. There's going to be a bruise there tomorrow, and you can't help but preen at the thought of his mark on you hours later.

You count the seconds that tick by as Carmen rolls into the basement garage of your shared apartment, parking silently as he cuts the engine and remains unmoving, except for his hand gripping your thigh which he squeezes periodically.

Carmen cuts his gaze towards you, the wolfish expression that overtakes his features and turns him into a predator tells you all you need to know, but his eyes soften ever so slightly, almost telling you the next move is up to you.

Carmen doesn't need to hear the seat belt unclasping before he's tugging you on his lap with rough skillful hands. His erection pushed against the softness of your belly as groan out in blissed relief, Carmen can’t help himself, grinding his hips up into you frantically.

“Need” Carmen breathes out heavily “Need to feel you, need to be inside of you. Right now, right fucking now” Carmen groans.

There is a fumble of clothes being ripped and thrown into the backseat, and Carmen shifts the driver's seat to lean back a little. The position is unforgiving, your back is pressed against the wheel, and the space is too small, but strangely, it’s a tight proximity you crave, too long have you gone without the ecstasy of Carmen’s skin against yours.

You settle your thighs on either side of him, his deft fingers drawing soft circles across your hips, his pressing fervent kisses along your jaw causing you to fall into the crook of his neck.

“Please, sweetheart, let me feel you, let me see you, shh, it’s alright, let me feel you” Carmen hums into the heat of your skin, tasting your sweat with the flat of his tongue as he grips your hips gently.

You lift them, and with Carmen's help, you finally, after what felt like centuries, sink onto Carmen's length, the sobbing slick drenching your folds causing him to slip in easily, eliciting a breathless groan from him as he feels the heat of you wrap around you.

You can hardly breath, all you can feel, all you can taste and see is him, the delicious stretch that comes with the first sink into you is glorious, its fucking ineffable. The entirety of his length sinks into you to the hilt, and you feel every vein and ridge of him graze against your tight walls as you let out a strained whimper into Carmen's shoulder.

“ ‘S Fucking velvet, pussy grip’s like a goddamn vice every time sweetheart” Carmen praises, pressing kisses to your skin, his eyes shut as if he was memorising the feel of you, savouring it in his mind like it was the last time.

Carmen always gave you a few moments to get comfortable around his thickness, but there was a neediness in the way he held you, like you would turn to dust if he let go, and the restraint he held earlier falls apart as makes that first thrust up into you without warning.

You cry out as the blanket of pleasure courses through you, your heart is in your throat, you can barely breath, and you throw your head back cause god don’t you want more.

You press your nails into his shoulder as you try to lift your hips, eyebrows furrowed at the feeling of pleasure that fills you with every inch of him that glides against your walls, your clit, your slick. You’re a mess, and Carmen tugs at your hips, sick of waiting, and thrusting into you mercilessly, maintaining an unforgiving pace as you quake above him.

“Take me so goddamn well, huh sugar? Doesn't my wife take my cock so well?’ Carmen grunts, his eyes watching the way his length sinks into you and leaves glistening with your slick. The sight nearly tears him into his undoing, nearly causing him to spurt into you, if only he had a damn polaroid.

Your head brushes against the roof of the car as Carmen pistons into you, his hands gripping your hips as he slams you onto his length, rutting into you as the velvet of your walls cling to him. It was like goddam silk wrapped around his length, the gooey slick of your arousal coating his every ridge, dripping down onto his balls and between the space where he’d thrust into you.

A litter of profanities fall from his mouth with every stuttered thrust of his hips, its uncontrolled, and Carmen shows no restraint, no signs of stopping as he chases the wet softness only you have, the decadent caramel, your natural addicting scent, the car fucking stinks of you, and it takes everything in Carmen not to rip you off him and drink from you like a fountain elixir.

His tip brushes against your cervix, thrusting impossibly deeper with every move of his hips, he changes his position, and it causes his length to brush up against that spot that causes stars to burst in your vision. You practically arch your back against him, lifting your hips up when you feel the white hot pleasure that drips down your back, exploding your senses.

“No no no, fucking take it” Carmen snarks, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you down deeper, further onto his length, till your filled to the brim, your slick gushing out of you.

A shudder rolls through you and the sound of Carmen's low voice, dipping into something untapped, something animalistic and merciless, something that would pull every drop of pleasure from you until you were a sobbing mess.

You roll your hips against his length, a shaking, stuttering mess of gurgling words and cries as you grind your clit against Carmen's length, whilst the girth of his thrust into the spongy spot within you that leaves you heaving.

The familiar burn of a coil tightens within you, and as Carmen presses a thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves, circling it softly. The contrast of his soft feather touches against your clit paired with his unforgiving pace thrusting into causes you to keen, arching your back against him as Carmen murmur below you fervently, like he's chanting something, worshipping every curve of your body.

“Open your eyes pretty girl” Carmen murmurs, the soft voice of his voice comes back, the rough demeanour falling away like dust as he takes in the signs of your closeness.

“Please Carmen” You beg, you don't know what for, but it seems like everything from the pleading lilt of your voice. Give me everything Carmen, your love, your pleasure, your skin and bones.

“I know Baby, I know, let me see you yeah? Let me see those pretty eyes” Carmen prods gently

You squeeze your eyes open and the vision that finds you almost snaps the coil tightening deep within your gut, bellowing with heat and pleasure that sizzles below your skin like electricity.

Carmen lies beneath you, his cheeks red with heat and blushing desire, his eyebrows are furrowed, and below them, below them lie cerulean blues that glaze over in a daze, hooded lids with curls lashes that brush against cheekbones. It’s like he's in a trance, his pupils blown out in lust and something else as they watch the bounce of your chest against him each time you shealth yourself onto his thick, hard length.

White teeth pressed into reddened lips watch you eagerly, imprinting you into his mind forever, he wanted you like this always, taking every inch, screaming nothing but his name.

“Fucking gorgeous”

The lilt of his voice, grown husky and low from pleasure breaks something in you, and you aren’t able to warn him, before you arch your back impossibly, driving yourself roughly onto his hips as you get the wave of pleasure wash over you. Colours of vermilion, blue, of the wine you had drunk and Carmen's cologne burst under your lids, on your tongue, everywhere. Carmen groans loudly below you, thrusts growing sloppy as he ruts into you desperately, chasing his own release brought on by your own unending.

Carmen barely controls the thrust of his hips into you, releasing spurts of thick cum, coating your walls endlessly. His arm wraps tightly around your waist, making you take everything he gives you, forcing you into the whirlwind of ecstasy and base desire you can’t escape from.

You both temporarily forgot about where you both are in that instance, the pleasure from the both of you transports you somewhere boneless, and for a second you feel your heart stop, the wave of pleasure that crashes over you as Carmen continues rutting into you, lengthening the wave as long as possible until you feel it swallow you both whole.

It’s somewhere between a few minutes to a few hours when you resurface, you don't know, your mind is a mess of sound and colour and the ecstatic aftershock of pleasure that still runs through you. You're nestled into Carmen’s chest, the scent of your coupling thick in the air, your thighs and the leather seat are covered with your combined slick.

The only sound between you both is your heavy breathing, you still nestled up to the hilt of Carmen, and when you slightly shift your hips Carmen shoots out a hand to stop you.

“Easy there sweetheart” Carmen replies in tight constraint, over stimulation washing over you both as the buzz of pleasure still hasn't quite dissipated.

“S-sorry” You reply, breathlessly, lifting your head tiredly to catch the soft gaze of Carmen watching you. His hands glide across your naked frame, pressing soft circles, shushing and smoothing out every shudder and shake of your legs. Carmen doesn't tell you the thought of you visibly shaking from him and he only causes his length to stiffen and his mind to reel.

“So..where’s my present?” Carmen’s teasing voice re-emerges, his eyes crinkling as you swipe at him playfully.

“You’re still in me, dick” You reply with a roll of your eyes, falling back against the hardness of his chest

“Mhm, and I didn’t even get to taste you” Carmen murmurs, tracing his fingers along the curve of your waist, cupping your ass as you shudder from his words. There was a finality in it, and you don’t know if you’ll make it to the elevator before he fulfills that very desire.

The obscenity of it, you love it, only Carmen could make you this depraved. And god do you thank him for it.

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justmochi · 11 months

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Auntie

pairing :: eden x evelyn (ft. her brother in law)

word count :: 1.8k

synopsis :: eden catches up with her sister when coming back to korea.

time :: may 12, 2023

warnings :: mentions of pregnancies. pregnancy scares and fertility issues

a/n :: for those of you who don’t know, evelyn is eden’s older sister and noah is her brother in law. also let me know what you guys think of this bc im projecting 🥲

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Watching the door open, Eden was met with her sister’s beautiful smile. It had been a while since they had seen each other, due to Blackpink still being on tour. She wanted to catch up and spend some quality time with her sister before she had to leave again.

Evelyn pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly and swaying them back and forth. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Evie.” They both pulled away, the woman inviting the girl inside her home. Eden was carrying a gift bag in her hand, showcasing it to her sister. “I got you a couple things while on tour.”

“I’m gonna have to buy a glass case to showcase all the things that Lee Eunhye has bought us.” Her sister joked as the two girls walked to the kitchen. Eden set the gift on the counter and sat down on one of the bar seats. It seemed that she had interrupted her sister who was making dinner for everyone.

“Where’s Noah?” Eden asked the woman with her eyebrows furrowed.

“He should be here any minute now. He had to drop some paperwork off at work.”

“It smells so good.” The scent filled the entire kitchen. She always wondered where her sister learned to cook, because they never learned from their own parents.

In no time, Evelyn’s husband entered the kitchen, approaching Eden to rub the top of her head with his knuckles. “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey bro.” He messed up her hair, wanting to return the favor but he walked out of her reach. He approached his wife, kissing the side of her head as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Eden felt her cheeks heat up by seeing her sister so happy.

“Could you help set the table and maybe get Eden something to drink?”

“Of course,” He turned around, pointing to Eden. “What do you want to drink?”

“Do you guys have wine?” She asked, pursing her lips when looking at him.

“Yup we do.”

“Give me the whole bottle.” She snickered.

“I guess touring has been exhausting?” Evelyn spoke up, looking over her shoulder briefly.

“Just a little. I haven’t been sleeping well.” She sighed. “Are you guys gonna have a drink too?”

The kitchen grew quiet for a few seconds. It felt like minutes had passed.

“I’ll drink with you, yeah.” Noah cleared his throat, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet.

“I haven’t been able to drink anything ever since I got plastered and threw everything up.”

“Oh, I remember that.” She cringed, looking back on the time her sister went AWOL. Her in law had to tell her himself why she was absent. She was sick for a few days, not being able to pick up her phone.

“Yeah, never again.”

They had just finished dinner, Eden and Noah having a bonding session while doing the dishes. After that, they all gathered on the sofa to watch a movie. Once it ended, Eden put down her third glass of wine on the coffee table.

The couple were sitting across from her, stretching their limbs while complimenting the movie. Eden and Evelyn giggled together when Noah took it upon himself to start massaging his wife’s feet.

“What’s so funny?” He pouted, looking between the two girls. “Doesn’t your boyfriend rub your feet?”

“He does. You two are just so cute. It’s almost gross.”

“Ya, we could say the same thing about you and Seokmin.” Eden flattened her lips, rolling her eyes while standing to her feet.

“It’s time to open my gifts. I’m getting impatient.” She felt really warm from all the alcohol she consumed, but not feeling completely drunk yet. She skipped to the kitchen where she left her gift bag and brought it back to the living room.

Eden had gotten the two of them many things from visiting all the different countries on tour. From house decor to jewelry, it felt like they were opening presents on Christmas morning. She got her brother in law some headphones that were trending these days.

“Wow! Thanks kiddo.” Evelyn looked at how his eyes lit up. He was a responsible, grown man but he still had his moments where he acted like a little boy.

“Don’t mention it.” She smiled, sipping more from her wine glass.

“Speaking of gifts…” Evelyn looked intently at the man beside her. “We got you a little something.”

“But you didn’t have to get me anything!” She feared that they would one her up with their gift.

“Oh hush. Honey, it’s in my closet. Can you please get it?” She smiled, watching him bite his lip as he was on his way to their bedroom.

“Evie, You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Stop being so humble and accept the gift. Or I will give you everything you just got us back.”

“But I like the headphones!” He returned with a big box, setting it down on the coffee table in front of Eden.

From the familiar name, she knew it was going to be an expensive bag. “Evelyn.”

He sat down next to Evelyn, holding her hand while admiring his new headphones. “Don’t make me scold you in front of Noah. Open it.”

“It’s a gift from both of us, by the way.” He raised his eyebrows to remind her, knowing that if it was a gift from him she couldn’t possibly refuse it.

She had plenty of handbags that have accumulated over the years. Now she wasn’t going to use any other bag than the one in the box in front of her.

She lifted the lid off of the box, being met with pink tissue paper. Pulling the paper back revealed the beige crossbody bag. It seemed like the perfect size for her and she loved all the embroidery on it. She turned to Evelyn, pouting while her sister simply smiled at her.

Eden walked over to hug the two of them quickly before sitting back down across from them. She pulled the bag out of the box and admired how nice it was.

“It’s so nice, thank you guys.”

She didn’t see the way they looked at each other as she started going through all the pockets, unzipping them all and removing all the wrapping paper they put inside.

She set the balls of tissue paper next to her, a grin on Eden’s face as she reached down to the deepest part of the bag. She picked up what she thought was a strap that came with the bag, looking down at the pregnancy test in her hands.

It took her one second to process what she was holding, seeing the two lines to indicate that it was positive. Eden gasped loudly, slapping her hand against her mouth before shooting her eyes over at them.

“Shut the fuck up.” She felt her heart drop to the depths of her stomach, her muscles becoming jelly and feeling her hands start to shake. It wasn’t too long before the tears started to pool in her eyes.

“Surprise!” Her sister had a devilish grin on her face.

“Are you serious?” Eden’s voice climbed a few octaves, muffled against the palm of her hand.

“Yes! I’m pregnant.” She nodded, Evelyn trying to hold back her own tears.

“You’re pregnant?” Her voice cracked into a whisper, still in disbelief.

Over the years, she watched her sister fall in love with the man sitting next to her now. The two had always confided in each other their entire lives. Evelyn had been there for all Eden’s ups and downs, especially when she had many pregnancy scares. Their support for one another was what made their relationship so special.

After their wedding, they knew they wanted to get straight to business. But it took more time and a toll on the couple as planned. She was there for every negative and false positive so she witnessed how frustrating and painful it was for the two. She tried her best to comfort her even when they started considering doing IVF.

Knowing everything they went through to get to this moment right now only made Eden more emotional.

She set the test down on the coffee table, getting up to hug her once more. Evelyn held her head in her hands, rubbing her back as the youngest sobbed onto her shoulder.

“I-I don’t know what to say. You’re really pregnant?”

“Yes!” She told her again, hugging her trembling body. “I’m 8 weeks along.”

She was still crying so hard that her makeup began to run. When she pulled away, Evelyn’s eyes were teary too. She wiped Eden’s tears away, rubbing the smudged makeup on her pants.

During their moment, the man started tearing up too. He laughed at himself, pulling the ultrasound pictures out of his pocket and handing it to her.

“Look, you’re gonna be an aunt.” It looked as if she just found the news out all over again. She was so caught up in feeling overjoyed for her sister finally being pregnant that she completely forgot this meant she was going to be an aunt.

She widened her eyes, covering her mouth with both of her hands as she shook her head. “I’m gonna be an aunt?” She wept quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as her whole body shook. “There’s really a baby in your belly? Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“So we could have this moment of course.” Evelyn wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling in Noah to hug her too.

“Oh my god, I can't believe this. I’m so happy for you!” Her voice was once again muffled on her shoulder. “Does mom and dad know?”

She nodded. “We told them over a video call last week. Surprisingly, dad cried more than her.”

“Did he really?”

“She’s so excited. She’s already bragging to everyone about being a grandma.”

Once Eden was finally able to calm down, she found herself staring at the pregnancy test again. In the past, she hoped she wouldn’t ever have to see one of these again. Today, all she could feel was happiness.

She cracked a joke to lighten the mood. “So I can keep the bag right?” She sniffled as they busted into laughter.

“The bag was my idea.” Noah raised his hand with a smirk on his face.

Eden chuckled, hugging the woman again but being extremely gentle this time. “I’m so happy for you. You don’t even know.”

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re gonna be an amazing mom. I am certain.” She had cried so much that her nose was stuffed and her eyes were red. Because of her words, the woman’s lips started to quiver.

“Wait, you gotta help me tell the girls. And Seokmin!”

#justmochi: eden #eden & friends #blackpink 5th member #5th member of blackpink #fake blackpink member #fake blackpink oc #blackpink oc #blackpink addition #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop #eden.love

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gaelic-symphony · 5 months

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A Year in the Life: November

Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

A week late because...*gestures vaguely at the state of everything*

Prompt: Be careful what you wish for. Also part of @imagining-in-the-margins' office party writing challenge.

Words: 794

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Emily looked at the calendar on the wall in the kitchen and noticed that Thanksgiving was only a few weeks away.

“Hey, babe,” she called out to her wife in the other room, “Are we doing Thanksgiving with your family again this year?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Tara replied without looking up from her newspaper, “My dad’s flying out to California to see Gabriel, and since Aunt Thelma moved into assisted living, she can’t really host us all anymore.”

“Oh, okay,” Emily said, “Um, well, I guess now that my mom’s back in the country we could do Thanksgiving with her, but…” Emily didn’t even need to finish that sentence; Tara knew that holidays with Elizabeth ranked pretty low on the list of Emily’s favorite things.

“I thought we might just have a low-key dinner just the two of us,” Tara said, “You know, we’ve been working so hard lately, it might be nice to have some quiet time to ourselves.”

“Yeah, that could be nice,” Emily nodded, but Tara could hear the disappointment in her voice. She thought of how many holidays Emily had spent alone and felt a pang of guilt.

Tara came from a large extended family, and even when her father’s military service took them abroad, they lived on military bases where the other Americans stationed overseas treated them like family. She took for granted having a place to go for Thanksgiving or Christmas, because it was always a given. Emily didn’t grow up like that. She was an only child who spent too much time living abroad to become close with what little extended family she did have, and her mother’s work meant she moved around so often that she never got to build any strong community ties. She didn’t have childhood memories of big Thanksgiving dinners, all the aunts and uncles and cousins gathered around a turkey, fighting over who got to break the wishbone.

But they had a family now, the BAU family, and Emily didn’t need to spend her holidays alone anymore. Matt and Kristy were more than happy to set two extra places at their Thanksgiving table, and Emily would get to spend the holiday in a house full of love and laughter and rambunctious kids. On Thanksgiving Day, they arrived at the Simmons house bearing a pecan pie (Tara’s contribution to the meal) and a bottle of wine (Emily’s contribution). No sooner had they stepped inside and shed their coats than the five Simmons children came running to the door to greet them.

“Emily!” David cried, hurling himself against her with a forceful hug that nearly knocked her backwards.

Tara felt a sticky little hand slip into hers, and she looked down to see Rose’s little face looking up at her expectantly.

“Come see my turkey picture, Auntie Tara!” Rose said, pulling on Tara’s hand and leading her into the playroom.

Matt’s mom had flown in from Michigan, and Kristy’s parents had come over early that morning to help with getting dinner ready and wrangling the children. Her brother and sister-in-law came over that afternoon, bringing two more kids of their own. When dinner was ready, they all sat down to a long table set for sixteen which was absolutely jam packed with serving dishes of turkey and a whole host of Thanksgiving sides. It looked like it could feed an entire army. There’s no way this all gets eaten, Emily thought, naïvely.

This was unlike any Thanksgiving dinner Emily had ever been to before. Tara had a big family, but Thanksgiving at Aunt Thelma’s was never this loud, this boisterous, this joyfully chaotic. Dishes were passed around the table in never-ending cycles, and chatter seemed to come from every direction. Occasionally someone would knock something over or drop something or spill something, and everyone would leap up from their chairs to clean up the mess. Jake spilled gravy on Emily’s sleeve, but in all the commotion of the Thanksgiving table, she barely even noticed. The whole evening was such a whirlwind of food and family and noise that she barely even noticed that they finished off the entire turkey. No being sent home with a tote bag full of leftovers this time.

When Tara and Emily finally got back to their quiet, empty house, Emily flopped down on the couch with a happy sigh. Tara climbed onto the couch and curled up next to her.

“Mmmm, quiet at last,” Emily said with a slight chuckle.

“Those kids wore you out, huh?” Tara teased.

“There’s so many of them!” Emily laughed.

“You’re the one who wanted a big family Thanksgiving dinner…”

“I know,” Emily said, “And I loved it.”

“Good.”

“But…maybe next year a low-key night to ourselves wouldn’t be so bad, either.”

#criminal minds #fanfiction #emily prentiss #tara lewis #temily #otp #yotp 2023

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Ch 2: New beginnings...?

"Nice to meet you."

It's been 5 hours now, my eyes are puffy as hell. I've been crying for two hours, at first I yelled at shit then I watched a show which turned out to be a bad idea since now I'm crying because of a breakup scene. The Ice cream is finished and thrown away now, the wine I haven't opened just yet. I stopped for a minute, I didn't completely stop since I was still sniffling and tears were still falling.

I stood up and finally grabbed the box that Mark had given me. It was small, I was hoping that it wasn't jewelry because knowing my Serena nature I would not be able to control my urge to value it like treasure when it came from the hands of a man whose feelings were about his future and not mine. I open the box only to see that it had inside that said "I'm sorry." I immediately crumpled it and threw it in my trash can. There was confetti but I froze when I finally revealed that the gift was the bracelet I made for him when we started dating.

I started sobbing again since the meaning of that was when I made him that bracelet and gave it to him, he would only give it back to me when he finds someone much better. Young me believed him when he said that I will never be replaced but now I cry thinking that the promise that he promised 16 year old me was now broken. I spent so much time on that bracelet but now I wanted to destroy every way you can but my Serena nature kicked in, I just held it tightly clutching near my chest since that meant so much to me. I pull out the one you had when you taught him how to make said bracelet and put them both on the table sobbing while looking at the both of them.

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I stopped crying after a while, my eyes hurt so much. Even with my eyes hurting I decided to be stupid and open my phone. Bad idea because I forgot to unfollow and I saw his latest tweet. Shit.

I can't fucking believe it. The famous supermodel Ysa? He was dating her and got her knocked up. I thought he knew how to have safe sex especially when we talked about it when it came to my boundaries for that topic since we were still preparing for it. But now I know that he's been sleeping with someone, that someone being the person I found an inspiration for my clothes and style with. I was so frustrated, I didn't know what to do, even being a psychology major you still have instances of not knowing what to do in different scenarios like this. I knew it ever since they both were in the same commercial, I had a strong gut feeling but I guess Ysa’s gut is feeling something now huh.

In the heat of it all, I was impulsive. I took the bottle of wine and took a huge gulp from it. Another, another, and another gulp. Then I called my boss, and told him that I was quitting my job and started to rant to him about what happened that day. The next thing I remember was that I was on the goddamn floor with the wine from last night.

I remember waking up in a wavy room? Shit it’s the hangover, I tried standing up despite my arms and legs feeling loopy. My head was spinning and my mind was just waking holy shit. Once my brain was semi awake, someone was banging at my door.

"Isla! Tanghaling tapat na! Di ka pa nagigising?!" (Isla! It's Twelve noon already! Aren't you going to wake up?!") My auntie yelled as today was one of her free days. "Gising na po!" (Awake already!) I yelled groggily, everything is still spinning, the pain in my head just got worse, and worst of all I feel like I'm about to hurl everywhere.

*Slam* My door barges open, my auntie goes towards me and looks at me up and down and gives me a disappointed look. "Jusko Lord Isla. Di ka naawa sa sarili mo ha? Nagtretrending ang boyfriend si Mark sa TV na ipapakasal na siya. Kabet ka lang pala?" (For christ sake Isla, Don't you feel sorry for yourself? Your boyfriends have been trending on TV with news of him getting married. Are you a side chick now?) My auntie questions so invasively while I am still trying to control my hangover. I wished she didn't have to know but Mark was dating a famous model. I took a deep breath in and just shook my head. I didn't want to answer her now because my priority was to get out of my hangover and start my day officially.

"Ano? Di ka sasagot?" (What? Are you not going to answer?) My aunt asked, crossing her arms. I took a deep but shaky breath "Siya ang nanloko, hindi ako kabit. Nabuntis niya yung babae na yan." (He's the one who cheated, I never became a side chick of his. He got the model pregnant.) I said groggily and angrily and stood up to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Yan kasi, lagi ka nalang nandito eh. Yan tuloy na loko ka. Sayang pa naman ang pogi ba rin naman ni Mark '' (That's because, you're always here stuck at home. And now there you go you got cheated on. Such a waste as well, Mark was very good looking.) I put the toothbrush down and put it down on my sink and turned to look my auntie in the eye. I was mad, not only did she just invalidate how I got cheated on but she was taking HIS side on that just because of my job in which she forced me to take inside of the house only. That’s it I’m not taking anymore of this, I’m gonna push this a quarter towards speaking about this situation and most of it

"I got cheated on because it was his choice. He had no right to cheat on me when he has always told and promised me that he will be patient towards me and my career matters no matter what. and maybe you may have forgotten but I'm a cumlaude of B.S Psychology I study these types of issues within a human mind. If he was that easily tempted by some girl who struts on a catwalk wearing pieces of clothing that are considered by the privileged as art then he was not the one for me at all. And second of all, don't use my job as the reason because you were the person who forced me to work from home. You know what? I'm not gonna work from home anymore since I'm going to be taking that job that Kuya showed me." I yelled each and every single one. I know that my actions weren't controlled during that time but I couldn't think straight as well since I was really in a bad hangover and she was getting on my nerves.

Next thing I know after I said that Slap! My aunt slapped me in the face. I held on to the cheek that she slapped as soon as it was done, tears were forming, and I was scared.

"Abah sumasagot ka na. Sino ba nag sabi saiyo na papayagan ka mag work ka outside of the house ha? Akala mo maka survive ka na wala ako? Ha! Tignan mo lang Isla." (Wow you're talking back now. Who told you that you could work outside of the house? You think you can survive without me? Ha! You'll see, Isla.) My auntie yelled before going away and slamming the door.

"Tangina naman, ang ganda ng buhay sobra."(For fucks sake, life is beautiful really beautiful.) I sarcastically yelled.

'Oh I'll show you, I'll show all of you' I thought to myself before drinking my pain killers and trying to get out of my hangover..

The anger was still there, no matter what, it was there. I knew my Auntie loved Mark, even though she tried to put me in an arranged marriage beforehand when she knew I had a boyfriend but once she met him, you could just tell that she already making wedding plans. My aunt would involve him in everything after that, making him feel like family. I get that she's mad, but that anger shouldn't be directed at me, I'm not the one who fucking cheated.

Once I did, the first thing I did was eat breakfast and drink plenty of water then I transferred my clients files since well I impulsively quit my job because of my stupid drunk self. Then delete them all after I have transferred all. Some of my patients reached out and thanked me for treating them well and giving them hope for themselves in which for me made the job worthwhile.

And then started to work on my interview, I did research on the school, on what interview questions they would ask, on what kinds of interview questions I can have. This job feels like its calling me, meaning I really have to do well on this interview. I even learned about the staff, the principal, the PE teacher, The Werewolf sex education teacher, The Botany teacher, and many more.

This is my chance to prove to Tita that I have a chance. So that's all I did all day before the interview. It was the same routine: wake up early, swim in the ocean, argue with my auntie, eat breakfast, then the whole day I prepared for my interview.

Sure it's unhealthy of me to overwork myself to do well in this interview but, I'm not going to let Mark win by just sulking and missing him. No, he gave me this opportunity to make a name for myself and now I'm doing it. And this was also a way to prove to my auntie that I could be on my own now, I could go out and meet people like me. And never ever go back to being isolated. Which is why I’m treating this like it was my bar exam.

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The day of the interview

The alarm I set was two hours before the interview. For the first time in a while, I made myself breakfast, the classic egg and longganissa breakfast, brushed my teeth, took a warm and peaceful shower, and did some house chores so that Kuya won't have to worry much later.

I picked out what to wear and then settled on my favourite but not frequently used pink suit.

I was preparing for the interview when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in, I'm done changing." I answered while putting a pink blazer on for my interview. My cousin came in with something in his hand. "Ayyy, she's getting ready na, how are you feeling?" He asked while looking around me to see if I had any flaws with the formal wear I was wearing. "I'm a bit nervous, but at the same time, I'm excited because this whole thing is gonna be so new to me." I said while straightening my jacket.

He looked at his watch, and it was almost time for him to go, also nearing the time when my interview was going to start. "Aalis na ako ha? Good luck sayo, Isla." (I'll get going already, Goodluck Isla) He hugged me tightly. "HOY KUYA YUNG BLAZER GUGUSOT YAN." (HEY KUYA, MY BLAZER IS GONNA GET CRUMPLED) I shouted while playfully slapping him. He laughed, then let down before saying his final goodbye. I straightened my blazer once again and checked the time it was almost my interview.

My tita walked and saw me before I was going to sit down on my desk. She gave me a glare then walked up to me. “Kahit kelan eh noh, lagi nalang ako mali, lagi na lang ikaw ang tama. Sana di ka papasa dito, sinasabi ko na sayo na di safe sa labas pero gagawin mo parin toh” (Everytime everywhere, I’m the one who's always wrong. You’re the one who’s always right. I hope you don’t pass this interview, I already told you it's not safe out there and yet you still do this.) My aunt then left. ‘Wala naman goodluck diyan putangina?’ (Not even goodluck there fuck this)

I slammed my palm against the wall when I heard my auntie go out of the house. I was frustrated.

Ever since my mom died, she has been this asshole, from making me transfer to a public school where I got bullied just from coming from a private school to nearly forcing me to date a guy when she knew I was dating Mark until she saw him. I don't know what she thinks that was going to do when she did all of those, but I finally rebelled when I chose to choose psychology instead of modelling like Mark.

That was the first time I rebelled, normally I would have felt bad like when I was in highschool and I would extend just a little bit to get a taste of street food due to how hungry I was at that time but when I did so, I would always apologize and get grounded.

I collected myself and started doing breathing exercises. This made me calm down for a while, but it was obvious that I was pissed but not to worry since I'm able to control my emotions when it came to serious settings, or so I hope.

I sat on my desk and clicked on the zoom link they sent me. While I was waiting the nerves kept going up to me while I waited for the call. I really want this to work or else I'm letting my tita control which I do not want anymore.

All those thoughts stopped when someone entered the Zoom call. She had wavy medium red hair, wearing a brown cardigan, those thick framed glasses. I was stunned for some reason. She looked to be older than and definitely not the principal I saw on the website. It was..

"Good morning there in the Philippines. I'm Marilyn Thornhill, the botany teacher of Nevermore and I'm here to be your interviewer. I’m sorry for the sudden change of interviewer, Miss Weems had to take care of something and I was here already so.., Miss Isla are you ready?”

#christina ricci #laurel gates #marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #netflix wednesday #laurel gates x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill

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Dark at Times

Zade Meadows + Reader

Trigger Warnings - mentions of unaliving, depression, alcohol consumption, stalking, self harm

Summary - Let’s get to know who Zade is going to be stalking. You’re an incredibly broken soul who’s lost a lot of the life you knew and have been thrown into complete turmoil.

You’ve never lived alone. You never considered the possibility that you would be living alone. When you met your now ex boyfriend, you believed you were at your worst. 8 years ago, you was in a battle with your eating disorder, undiagnosed and felt hated by everyone. Then he came along, he helped you, gave you purpose when you felt you had none. You soon moved in together, formed a relationship with his family, which felt completely alien and a little scary since your family was so dysfunctional and abusive.

He showed you a way of living that grounded you. After moving in together, things got bad. Your drinking escalated and you’d find yourself self harming again. Something you hadn’t done since you were 14 years old. I guess a lot can change in 4 years. At 18, to be living with someone you believed to be your soulmate and be thrown head first into a whole new family put immense pressure on you that sent you barrelling over the edge.

8 years you devoted to that man. 8 years you bettered yourself for someone who dropped like a rock in a lake, the second he got a promotion and flew across the world to a new job without even telling you. You came home from your bar shift and found all his stuff gone, and naturally you panicked. Ringing him off the hook, checking with all his friends and family, who all aired you as well. You were left reeling and confused until you saw his Instagram story. He was in a whole new country, far away from your life in Cincinnati. And then the reeling stopped and you shattered. A million teeny tiny pieces everywhere. Sharp, jagged shards flying all over the place.

You knew it was going to be messy to clean yourself up after this. You’d recently been going to counselling and had received a diagnosis for BPD and anxiety disorder. Both of which you were still learning to keep under control.

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2 weeks has passed since he left, and you’ve packed up everything inside of your once shared apartment, having now moved into Parsons Manor, an old Victorian gothic mansion once owned by your only close relative, your aunty, who passed away a year ago, leaving the manor to you. Your ex never wanted to live here, he said it was too creepy, even though your aunty had poured hundreds of thousands of dollars into renovating the mansion just before she passed. So you accepted that his decision and moved into his cramped, modern apartment. Hating every minute of it. But you did that, for him. Now look where it’s left you. Alone. But at least you get to live in a place filled with such fond memories to you.

As you walk through house, the floors creak and groan beneath your delicate steps. The dark walls still look in perfectly, fresh painted condition, with beautiful, ornate Victorian age paintings hanging all over them. Everything is as she left it for you, and you couldn’t be happier. She always had the best eye for interior design, lucky as that’s what she did for a living, which is one of the reasons she invested in Parsons Manor. She saw a jewel in the mud, quite literally. Parsons manor is so remote and far off any beaten track that it sits alone and secluded atop its rolling hills and daunting cliffs.

You’ve been living at parsons manor for the past week, now fully unpacked, not that you had much to unpack anyway. Your routine stays fairly consistent. You work that bar shift 11am-4pm each weekday, come home and drink wine. Rose wine, so it’s sweet and cold and you’re able to drink far too much of it in one sitting.

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You’ve been leaning at the edge of the bar nursing your hangover for the past 5 minutes. Pressing your cold bottle of water on your forehead and strumming your fingers on the counter you contemplate what you’re going to do when you get home. Maybe read a book, or get changed and go for a walk along the cliffs… “yeah, maybe I’ll throw myself off of them” you mumble to yourself. Now that enough time has passed, you’ve made it through the anger and grief stage of being abandoned once again, and are now left in that foggy area where you’ve lost your favourite person, and with it your whole personality.

That’s the thing with BPD, you lose yourself in your favourite persons personality, and then when they leave… they take your new personality with them. And you’re no one again.

While you daydream about the inevitable onset of depression, you completely miss the ding on the bell as someone walks in. Still daydreaming until a daunting shadow is standing above you, looming over you. You look up to meet the gaze of a tall, incredibly handsome man. He’s striking, and takes your breath away in an instant. One incredibly dark eye and the other as white and bright as the sun. Across his bright eye is an incredibly vicious looking scar that only adds to allure of his dark good looking features. His hair is tucked under his black hood, but from what I can see he has a loose, neat mop of dark, silky hair. He’s tall as well, like, inhumanely tall, I’d say a good 6ft6.

“You okay there?” He asks, looking inquisitively at me, one brow cocked almost in a mocking sense as he dips his head to one side, strands of hair flopping across his sharp face. You stare blankly for a second before fumbling for an answer “Sorry, I’m good thank you, how can I help?” You managed to rasp out. “Just a whisky, neat” he grins as he says. He sits at the stool opposite where you were leaning. “Asshole” you mutter as you realise you won’t be able to lean there again, but instead have to busy yourself with jobs so you aren’t sucked into a conversation with the devilishly handsome man. You slide a napkin his way and place the drink gently down, offering him a shy smile and you tell him the price. You key in the amount on the card machine when he flashes his card at you, and hold out the machine to him so he can tap. “Thanks, enjoy your drink” you say to him as you walk down the bar to ring it through the till. You feel his eyes on your back the whole time, from the moment you turn away from him right up until he stand, thanks you for your time and walks out. The longest 10 minutes of your life, pretending to polish glasses and wipe surfaces as he slowly sips and watches you. You can’t decide if you felt uncomfortable or at ease. He didn’t seem threatening, in fact the complete opposite. He felt warm and inviting, almost familiar.

You finish up your shift and perform the mandatory handover to the next member of staff taking over from you for the evening shift.

…~~…

Zade watches you finish your shift from his car, delicately moving around behind the bar, clearing up glasses, wiping surfaces. All the usual jobs you’d expect a bar maid to do. Yet you do it with such grace. He’s entranced by you. Your small, petite frame moving effortlessly around, twirling and reaching for different items. Your long, dark wave hair slowly falling and blowing around your face. When you looked up at him in the bar he nearly fell backwards. It was clear you was lost in an ocean of thought, however you was stunning. Full, naturally round lips, a perfect little button nose and the most dazzling green eyes he’d ever seen. A dark green ring encircled them, making the colour shine so bright. Yet, he could see in your eyes that you were hurting. The never ending pools of colour didn’t seem like they were shining as brightly as they could, and he noticed you looked tired. Not the kind of tired you’d notice in someone who’s losing sleep, but the kind of tired where a persons soul is slowly giving up. He’s seen that look many times before, in a lot of the women and children he’s saved.

He watched you leave the bar, head hung low and an oversized hoodie thrown over yourself as you walked to your car in the rain. He’d guess you was maybe 5ft4. He watched you cross the road, you didn’t even glance up to check for cars. You wasn’t on your phone, you wasn’t distracted, it seemed more like you simply didn’t care if a car were to plough you down. His brows dipped in concern at the idea that you was putting yourself in danger on purpose. His whole purpose is to save and protect people, but you were different.

That’s what attracted him to you. You had a dark air around you, intriguing and mysterious. What was plaguing you enough to cause such deep rooted issues such as the possibility of death not scaring you.

Zade thought about that the whole drive, as he followed you back to a seemingly derelict road leading through a forest. He couldn’t exactly turn off and follow you down it as it’d be obvious he was following you. He hung back, allowing 5 minutes before signalling and turning down the dirt track, spotting a sign that reads ‘Parson Manor’ at the mouth of the road.

…~~…

You sit in the bay window of Parson Manor, looking out as dusk engolfs the woods surrounding you. You’re holding a large glass of wine like your life depends on it, the bottle sat on the floor next to you, there and ready to top your glass up when you take your last sip. A deep feeling of depression and loneliness is starting to settle in your chest, blooming like a garden that’s just come into spring. You often find your depression coming and going, but this time it feels different. It feels like it’s going to keep you company for a long time. You drink late into the night, maybe even the early hours, drifting off into a deep sleep sat in your bay window chair. Unsettling dreams keep you fidgeting throughout the night, but you’ve drank enough that at least the nightmares won’t wake you.

You stir, feeling as though someone’s watching you. Slowly you blink your eyes open, rubbing away the sleep that is blurring your vision. The hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and you’re sure you heard something from behind you, but when you look there nothing or no one to be seen. You shake the feeling off and take yourself to bed, still wobbly on your feet as you check your phone for the time. 4:27am. Great, you’re going to feel like shit in a few hours time. “At least I’ll feel something…” you mumble as you face plant your bed, sleep and nightmares instantly welcoming you back.

…~~…

Zade has found himself in a routine now. Go off, do your work and come and watch you. It’s been 4 weeks since he’s been stalking you from afar. Sometimes he’ll keep an eye on you at work, but more often than not it’ll be through the windows of parsons manor. Even he finds this place creepy. He wonders how you must feel, but you seem so at home with darkness that he thinks that must be it. You surround yourself with darkness, including where you live.

He’s grown a deep love for you, and has developed a sense of protection over you. He watched as what seemed to be a group of familiar people to you speedily drove down the dirt track, slamming and skidding to a stop outside the mansion. At first you came out with what appeared to be a surprised smile on your face, only to see it drop in seconds when a stern faced woman came out screaming and shouting, telling you that you shouldn’t be here and that this house didn’t belong to you. She proceeded to drag items out of the house, your clothes, laptop and other personal belongings, tossing them all over the place, screaming at you to get out of her sisters house and leave the family alone. It only became apparent to Zade that she was your mother after hearing you screaming at her. The words hurt his soul to hear, wondering how any woman could ever tear down their daughter like that “You’re nothing to this family! No daughter of mine would be such a disappointment!” You of course would plead back to her, asking why she had to be this way to you. Your tiny physique made you seem so vulnerable as you held yourself, arms crossed and head down, tears falling from your cheeks. Zade wanted nothing more than to walk up to you, pick you up, cradle you and tell you everything was okay. That he was there and that you wasn’t alone. But he couldn’t yet.

Slowly, as the weeks passed he noticed bandages adorning your left arm. He’d been watching you long enough to know you didn’t go to the hospital to get whatever was wrong dressed. He had Jay check the hospital records for you, and nothing flagged up. Whatever had happened, you’d treated it yourself. Worry grew in Zades mind, and one afternoon while you worked, he came and installed the latest spy cams throughout your sprawling mansion. This way, he could always keep an eye on you and make sure you was okay, even if he’d have to ask Jay to check on you from time to time.

He was surprised when he reached your kitchen and saw several red roses placed in a vase, each one at a different stage of dying. One was nearly completely petal-less. You’d kept each rose he was sending to you. He smiled to himself “I’m glad you like the roses, baby” wishing desperately that he was holding you and saying it to your face.

…~~…

Each time you receive a rose and a note, mixed emotions rise to the surface. You have a stalker. A very real, possibly dangerous stalker. As soon as you received the first note and flower you instantly grabbed for your phone to check whether it was your ex. His stories on instagram would confirm that it wasn’t. The excitement died in less than a second and fear settled in its place. Through the fear though, you felt somewhat less alone. Parsons Manor can isolate a soul, imprison them and leave them wishing for death just like you had been each night. The notes gave you something to do, although short, they are sweet. You’d read them with a glass or few of wine. “One day, little mouse, you’ll smile. And that day will light up my whole entire world” that one in particular felt the warmest to read. While it is scary to have an unknown stranger watching you, at least someone cared… right?

#zade meadows #zade and adeline #zadeedit #haunting adeline #fanfic #fanfiction #adeline reilly

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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IVE MISSED YOU!! Scrolled through so much to find the sort of mini part 2 you wrote for the plum vendor cause the whole thing was so adorable and spicy in the best way. Like imagine a few years later, Buckys doing better and you’re back in the US. he looks different now though you haven’t changed much and he DEFINITELY remembers you. He repays you for plums with a coffee date 🥺

Also SERIOUSLY MISSED YOU ❤️

Plums & Killers Masterlist

There’s a plethora of things Bucky Barnes can and can’t remember, but if there’s one thing he could remember, it would be that he’d forever remember the warm inviting smile that radiated from you every time he’d pass by the fruit and veg stand. Ripe plums he’s weakness and the way your laugh would simply make him melt into a puddle of the shadow of a man he thought he was, his absolute kryptonite.

“Three words you associate with happiness” Dr. Raynor would ask every so often during Bucky’s court mandated therapy sessions. Bucky would hesitate, one word would always come to mind. Nothing else, just one simple word:

“Plums—”

“Why plums?” Raynor would ask with a puzzled face, trying her best to chip away at the concrete walls reinforced with industrial strength steel beans Bucky had put up years ago to protect all that was left of himself. Bucky would remember your smile, the plum vendor, the bright smile of gorgeous eyes that saw straight past the way Bucky would blend into the crowd. You brought him to the surface with the ease of small talk and the tastiest plums Bucky could ever crave.

“They remind me of home.”

“And where would home be for you James?” Bucky didn’t want to open a can of worms by mentioning the small period in his overextended life where he’d met a girl who sold plums at her grandmother’s fruit and veg stand while on expat to Romania on a working holiday teaching English to the next generation of the world’s best and brightest. No. because then he’d be stuck in this god-awful office being grilled about how he wasn’t trying hard enough to assimilate to a life post Steve Rogers, post Hydra mind control, post blip.

“Wherever the hell my heart is I guess.” From time-to-time Bucky wondered where in the world you ended up. If you’d followed the developing new stories of his manhunt through to streets of Bucharest, the short answer was yes. Yes, indeed you did.

……

“Mum I’m fine, I promise.” You tried you best of try and convince your overdramatic mother over the phone that you were in fact, keeping you shit together after your very long-term relationship just ended. “Who needs men, honestly? What are they even good for these days anyway/” you chuckled under your breathe, walking through the park as you spoke to the woman you stived to be like growing up. “I’m just going to be that cool hip aunty that doesn’t have kids but always knows how to pick an excellent bottle of wine for the family events, I got this all figured out trust—"

Bucky, for some reason or another, perhaps by the grace of some God that saw pity on him, did see you, crashing straight into you as he took to the pathway that snaked through the park serpentine stile. Taking you down with ease, crashing to the ground on top on you. Fumbling around like a wild animal.

“Oh shit—” Bucky gasped, as he tried to protect your fall, cupping your head so that when you hit the deck it wouldn’t be painted with brain matter. “I’m so sorry are you okay? I’m sorry I just didn’t see you, kinda just came outta nowhere.”

“Don’t be, there was no other way I was getting off that phone call—" you sighed as Bucky pealed himself from you, standing to his feet before offering you a hand. Pulling you up with ease to your feet to meet his panicked gaze. “I’m—” you didn’t even have a chance to introduce yourself before the memories of the handsome mystery man came flooding back. Not so mystery anymore, more like, pardons hero. “James?”

“Lila?” Bucky couldn’t feel his heart, it was almost as if it had stopped beating. He knew what that felt like, the shock of electricity that would bolt through his veins. The way his teeth would crack under the pressure and the pain. This though, this kind of heart skipping a beat, for you he’d experience this over and over without question. “You sold me plums in Bucharest—”

“I did!” you beamed as you dusted yourself off, admiring the man who stood before you. He looked like he’d seen the world and then some. But even then, youth was on his side, for 106. “I thought I’d scared you off when you never came back, my plum sales were practically non-existent after you vanished into thin air.” You admitted. “But then I saw the news—” the tone you used frightened bucky for a second. How could you even bare to look at him right now, knowing who he was, what he had done. “I started looking into you a little more.” You trailed of for a moment, shily, almost embarrassed to admit it. “I mean I always knew deep down I was attracted to older men but 100 was pushing it even for me—” you got him, the way Bucky couldn’t hold back his laughter, it was instantly addictive.

“You were the only person I spoke to for months before Steve and those army guys destroyed my apartment.” This wasn’t the time or place to admit that you were the first women to help bucky explore his desires after years of torture. But as Bucky could sense the conversation fading, he couldn’t let you slip away. “So, uh hey do you wanna get like a coffee or something soon sometime maybe?” It felt awkward to ask, he felt awkward, but everyone from Sam to Dr. Raynor was telling him to get out there.

“I uh—” looking down at where a diamond ring once wrapped delicately around your left ring finger, you sighed, pressing your lips together with a leap of faith that maybe this could be it and that everything happens for a reason. The bubbling jealousy still there as you struggled to love yourself. But with the way Bucky looked at you like you were a lost treasure he’d been searching for how could you say anything but yes.

“I’d love to.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #marvel mcu #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #tfatws #bucky fic #bucky barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes Bucharest #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfic

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avmaus6666 · 1 year

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traumatic death

Type: Red's traumatic backstory

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One peaceful day, green and purple was visiting the orchid. Surprisingly, red wants to come with them and they're agreed. At the place, purple puts a blue orchid at his mom's grave as he says something and green pats him.

Green: oh, hey red! Wanna said something to auntie orchid- ...who's that grave you visit?

Red: (realizes) o-oh, this grave? I-It's my dad and sister's grave...

Green: wait, you also have a family, like purple?

Red: ...ask blue for that...

Green was confused and wondered why Red said he needs to ask blue, who was having a fever at that time. After visiting purple's mom, Green goes to blue's room and knocking the door.

Green: blue, are you there?

Blue: yeah, I'm here! Come here!

Green opened the door and looked at Blue awkwardly. At first, Blue didn't see why, until...

Green: let me guess, your fever is starting to high up again?

Blue: oh, uhh... Right...

Green (sighed): Blue, you shouldn't have to force yourself... You know too, that you're still sick.

Blue: uhh, I'll try... Oh, what makes you come here?

Green was thinking about the earlier before he looked at the blue, who was waiting for his response.

Green: do you know that Red has a family?

Blue: oh, yes I do... Why?

Green: her dad and sister...are dead, weren't they?

Blue: mhmm, but I could say that it was traumatising her...

Green: what do you mean?

Blue: mind if I told you her backstory? From her traumatic experiences until she meets me?

Green: Sure, I do like to...

Blue: here we up, boy...

Flashback:

4 kids were playing around at the playground, while their parents looked at them smiling at them. One of them was to assure named Red was playing with her sibling when her big sister, wine was tricking her around with her precious sister, Midnight.

Red: sister!

Wine: hahaha hahaha!

Midnight: that's not funny, sis!

Wine: c'mon it was fun, little sisters!!

Plum (Red's father): ok, kids! Time to go home!

???: dad, please... One more minute, please!

Red berry (Red's mother): winger, one minute can be one hour...

Winger: fine...

At home, at midnight:

Doooooaaaaarrrrr!!!!

Red couldn't sleep because she hears something louder. She was getting up to see what happens then stopped in shock. There are a body of plum and midnight who were covered with blood.

But sadly, She didn't notice the other was checked out and gasped. Red was turned around, and widened, knowing the reason why they staring at her. Redberry walked toward Red and then...

Plaaaaaakkkkk!!!!

Red touched her chin, shocked that her mom slapped her daughter. Her sibling then helps to carry plum and Midnight and cleans the blood.

Since that day, Red's family now treat her badly. There's more yelling, anger, punishment, and screaming always echoing from the house, until Red decided to run away from home.

However, the misunderstanding case was spreading quickly so everyone always bullying and torturing her. Police also searched for her, so she decided to stay at the dumpster's place. But the bullying and torture kept going, until...

3 people were bullying and torturing Red until someone was seeing this and fought those 3 people. Red was just looking at that guy amazed and noticed that guy approaching her then backed away.

???: hey, relax! I'm not a bad guy...

Red: w-who are you?

???: I'm blue, then you?

Red: R-Red... I'm Red...

Blue: you don't have a home, do you? What about you following me?

Red: can I?

Blue: of course, now come on!

Since that day, Red and Blue were best friends and faced hard and easy challenges.

Back to the present:

Green was widened, never knowing that Red is also an abandoned, child. Green can't hold his tears as Blue notices that and then smiles.

Blue: don't force yourself, green...

Green: I never know that Red has been misunderstood by her family! Poor that girl...

Blue: so, you'll promise that you won't fall into the false trust?

Green: I'll try, Blue...

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#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #avm au #avm red #angst #avm green #avm blue #avm purple

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heymeowmao · 2 years

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2022.10.18 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324826030748861003

I’ll stream for a little while~

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning. Welcome! LYN: Good evening, good evening. This is really sudden, right? I didn’t even think this would happen, it’s so sudden. LYN: I didn’t think I would stream today, but we ended up wrapping early today. Much earlier than usual. I didn’t think the stream the other day was very memorable, and I don’t think you would have enjoyed it very much, so I came to sit in front of my computer today to make it up to you. If you’re my fan, my policy is to make sure you’re well fed- stuffed, even. If it’s not enough, I can give you seconds. It’s like when you’re in a restaurant and you have enough dishes, but not enough rice- you can always get another serving. - /fills his wine glass with carbonated beverage/ LYN: Cheers everyone!

C: I finally caught up to a fresh one! LYN: They probably mean that they usually watch playback of my streams or video clips that people make, and have never caught up to a live show. But they’ve done it today, right? I guess you were watching rotten ones before. Watching moldy ones, is that it? Alright, let’s buy some fresh vegetables to eat. LYN: You caught up to a fresh and steaming one today.

C: Ning-ge, undo one button. LYN: Friends, I’ve only been streaming for five minutes, and this is the topic you choose to focus on? We don’t have anything more sophisticated to say? Because from a certain angle, there are a lot of people watching my stream for the first time- can we not talk about normal things? You jumped straight into undoing my buttons. That makes it seem like we’re not proper- let’s talk about more proper things, alright friends? LYN: But I really was about to undo one. This is a little tight. /undoes the top button/ Much better.

LYN: Everybody, welcome to Modern Brother’s Livestream!

LYN: I saw a comment- it seemed to be a clip from one of my streams- there was a comment about me, and it said, “I’ve seen LYN’s dramas and I’ve heard his songs, but why is it that when he starts streaming he seems so well-suited to it?” After I saw that comment I also did some self-reflection. If you say I’m a singer, I am. If you say I’m an actor, I AM acting in things. But why is it that when I stream people think that I am well-suited for the role? I thought about this the whole day and have come to a conclusion. The reason is because my equipment is too professional. Normally artists who stream don’t have such professional equipment like I do. I’m a little TOO professional. LYN: It’s strange. I see comments that say that some artist or actor is a natural-born “ancient” person- that they are suited for guzhuang style. But why is it that I saw a comment that read, “Ning-ge is a natural-born live-streamer.” I’m not very happy to hear that- are there other choices?

C: The video quality is so blurry. LYN: Are you- can you connect to some wifi? Don’t use 3G to watch my stream. Find some wifi. The video shouldn’t be too blurry right? // When you watch my streams you can choose the quality- you can choose to make it hq or super hq. It’s not blurry is it? There’s no way- I’m streaming with my computer today, and my wifi is super fast.

C: My coworker says you’re handsome. LYN: What a great coworker. I think you can continue to work in this company, if their workers have such great taste. I guarantee that within three years your company will become a Fortune 500. Do well in this company. Your coworkers are alright- very good people. C: My roommate says you’re handsome. LYN: Uh.. roommate, huh? I guess you’re in college right now. In that case I’m sure you’re in a famous school. It must be a great one. Your classmates are all intelligent and have a good eye. C: My mom says you’re handsome. LYN: Ehm.. that’s very nice. Your mom, as my senior, I am afraid to joke with her. I have to respect her. But I’m sure that Aunty was very capable when she was younger. So let’s continue to 量力而行 (assess one’s capabilities and act accordingly). There’s that idiom, right? So what I mean to say is that this person’s mother is not only “capable” but also “alright”.

LYN: ! Someone said, “Ning-ge...” oh- they didn’t call me “Ning-ge”. They just said, “Your style is the “business of revenge/payback.” Uhm.. I guess you can say that. Because in comparison to other artists who conduct business at brand promotions, variety shows, or events- on a big stage, where there are lots of lights. But my style of business is very lowkey- which is sitting at home in front of a computer, all I need is a mic and a hat and I’m ready to go. But this is a little plain- and it used to be plainer. I used to be able to stream four or five, even six times a month. Streaming was all I did, and for even longer durations. Not just one or two hours, but at the very least four. But these days I have shortened my business, because I’ve been quite busy with other work and haven’t ben able to put the time in for my “business.” But I’m not revenge streaming, because I did use my phone to stream a couple days ago. I was uncomfortable, because then I didn’t have this /canned laughter/. This is very important. But I didn’t know then that I would be able to wrap up early today otherwise I wouldn’t have streamed at all. It’s like I’ve baited you on purpose, and I’m streaming today to make it more fulfilling. I didn’t know we would wrap early today- so I have to thank my crew. They saw that we were working hard lately so they let me off early today and then I have to get in for hair and makeup tomorrow at 7a. But it doesn’t really matter- the fact is that we were able to wrap early today, because later the schedule is more packed so I wont have time to revenge stream. Today we might be a little flat, but please don’t mind it. C: Ning-ge, you have to bait the fans a little. LYN: I disagree. That may be someone else’s method, but not with me. I already said, if you’re chasing stars or you like LYN, I’m going to make sure you’re well fed. There’s no baiting, because I don’t play that game. Streaming, to me, is a way of relaxing. That’s the truth. I’m not doing it for the business, though you could interpret it that way because the facts are that my fans are seeing me. But to me, this is a way of relaxing. Because you’ve seen how I have to present myself at work (XD)- I have to be slightly more presentable than I am now. Of course, it’s not as if I totally let myself go (unpresentable) when I stream either. I just want to say that when I stream I am more relaxed than normal. The people who are watching my stream right now and the ones that have just stopped to watch for a moment- a group of you are my fans, and you must at the very least like or admire me. Even if I don’t look very cool, they are still willing to take it in. A second group of people are those with an interest in me- they might not be my fans, but someone else’s- and they’re just here for the experience. The third group of people are the passersby- the people who have opened their weibo, saw that I was streaming, and clicked in to watch a monkey. The fourth group of people are my professional anti-fans. But overall, other than the anti-fans, the people who are watching my streams are those who don’t find me annoying. If they found me annoying and STILL watched my stream- isn’t that just making trouble for themselves? So I believe that you all don’t hate me. My anti-fans, even. On some level they love me even more than my actual fans do. Think about it. Their hatred towards me must on some level be born out of love. If you hate me or you love me, you still have an interest in me, so it’s all good. So when I sit here in this stream, I can be comfortable enough to be myself.

C: Anti-fans think of you even when they can’t see you. LYN: What do I care what they do?? / Let’s forget about them. Have a drink! What do I care?! C: Ning-ge, do you think there’s still time for me to turn from a fan into an anti? LYN: 去你的. Don’t mess around and create trouble for me.

C: (about his glass) Drain it. LYN: I still have another bottle here, do you want me to? Why would you drain a carbonated drink, to show that you have a big stomach? It’s not necessary. I was only taking a sip of my drink. C: Are you raising fish? LYN: Shush. Don’t scare me. Later there are going to be rumors that I’m drinking alcohol while I stream. It’s not necessary. This is a carbonated drink- you all saw when I poured it.

C: Ge, what have you been doing lately? LYN: This friend must not follow me very closely- they asked what I’ve been doing lately. Well see, it’s almost winter, right? So I set up a bunch of large tents near my house in my hometown. I’m going to plant some strawberries and harvest them in the winter. That’s what I’ve been busy with. I’m also planning on buying some land with a friend and raising some chickens, so we can get into the egg business later. I’m getting into farming- I think I can do it. Since I usually stream, later I can promote my home-grown strawberries here. That’s in development. C: Put up the contact info, quick. LYN: I already said that I don’t sell products in my stream. Don’t be under the impression that I stream so much in order to make a profit. I don’t sell products and I don’t accept gifts in my stream. My stream is just a benefit for my fans. My strawberry tent is for bulk trade- I’ll grow them and have someone else sell them for me. So I hope that when my strawberries are ready you all can go buy some. XD LYN: You can just listen to what I say in my streams, only. Honestly most of it is utter nonsense. Listen to it for entertainment, and please don’t think I’m being serious. If you believe what I’m saying then you’re too naive.

C: Is there anything you don’t eat? LYN: That’s a little broad of a category. I don’t much like eating stainless steel... or glassware. I’ joking. You mean foods, right? I haven’t really met anything that I won’t eat. I don’t not like eating certain foods, pretty much. I don’t dislike cilantro or mushrooms. Being from Dongbei, we’re all about the onion-garlic-ginger (strong flavors)- so there’s nothing I don’t like. I like everything, it’s all good. I’m not picky. But as for species, I eat the usual: chicken, duck, fish, goose, pork, beef, lamb. Other than those I probably wouldn’t don’t each many others. LYN: I’ve eaten things like fish mint, if it’s ordered at a restaurant. I’ll try it. It’s not inedible. I know a lot of people will say that it tastes bad, and why would people like to eat it. I can understand this sentiment- everyone has flavors they like and dislike. But for things like fish mint, I CAN eat it but at the same time I will ask myself WHY am I eating it. I don’t hate it, and if someone orders it I will try it out. C: Durian? LYN: I eat them, I actually really like durians. LYN: For people from Dongbei, we like to take some scallion, some daikon, and just dip it in a sauce made from eggs and yellow soybean paste. Raw. It’s pretty satisying. C: Have you tried douzhi (fermented mung bean dish)? LYN: I have. Your Ning-ge actually hasn’t really seen much of the world. I don’t know about you-if you’ve travelled places when you were younger? I only went to Beijing for the very first time around six years ago and hadn’t been anywhere before that, other than working in Shenzhen. After I got to Beijing, I remembered that people would often associate it with douzhi, so I bought some to try. I drank it and.. it’s potable, but I had the same feeling as before, which is: WHY do I need to drink this? It gave me the same feeling as this picked cabbage we have in the Northeast. Around winter we all get together around a big pot and each family would bring their napa cabbage and we would boil it in the water. When it’s boiled, you take the cabbage and place it into a storage jar to ferment so we can eat it in winter. The douzhi was just like the flavor of the pickled cabbage soup (the fermented juice-water). At least that’s what I think. C: Pickled Cabbage Fish. LYN: You’re probably talking about the Southern dish. It’s a little different from us up in the Northeast. Ours is pickled napa cabbage, not pickled mustard greens as is the usual. C: You can drink pickled cabbage soup? LYN: You can’t. There’s too much bacteria, you shouldn’t drink it. But when it’s cooked it’s washed, so that’s okay. But it’s the same flavor. It’s similar. C: Was it good? LYN: No.

LYN: Let’s not talk about food, though. It can easily go to my head... because I used to be a cook. If you want to talk about food I can go on for days. I learned how to cook professionally, so I can chat about food and it’ll make me happy. But there are probably a lot of friends who don’t want to hear things like this. C: This is a Fine Dining Stream. LYN: IT’s not. My stream doesn’t really have. a fixed topic. It’s not like I come here and say, “Today I am here to promote my new album! :)” Or to promote my new drama- I just come here to talk about daily life. A few streams ago I was chatting about bath-houses with everyone. My content is usually just chatting to my fans about life and any topics that they are interested in. We play it by ear. We’re like those little old ladies that gather outside my house and chat.

C: Is the second album coming? LYN: I’m not that interested in working on my second album right now. I’m letting it wait. The song I played just now- Fall in Love- is actually a song from my second album. But why did I release it and then the rest of it never came...? Because I don’t feel like working on it right now. I’m still trying to gather songs. Once I have all ten I can pick a good time to get them all out. Right now I don’t have a lot of time, but I have OST, so you can always hear my songs. I’m not in a rush to get the album out because I want to take my time with it to release something I really like. it’s difficult. C: Release another song from it, then. LYN: It’s not that I can’t, but I don’t think there’s any need. There’s another OST that’s going to be released in the next couple of days- why would I use a song from my album to steal the rating from one of my OSTs? LYN: The song is called 追光 (Chasing Light), the OST from the drama Light Chaser Rescue. I recorded this a while ago. It’s also one of Tan Xue-laoshi’s songs (L&R - Colored Glass). He’s given me a lot of work to do and this drama is also not bad. I know a lot of you are watching it.

LYN: I know a lot of friends said it sounded like there was KaKa (kazoo) in it. Theirs isn’t actually a kazoo, it’s a little horn. C: It (the kazoobie) changed color? LYN: !! ???? Oh, right- I remembered. It didn’t change color. I remember now, the other one was silver. I saw this one on my table earlier- my bro probably opened my package and put it on the table for me. I told you last time, right? I paid and extra 600RMB to buy one. This is the one I bought at original price and I bought it when I was still shooting for BYOL in Chengdu. They told me it would arrive in a month and a half, so I bought it and thought I would just use it when it came. If it came down to it, I would gift the new one to one of my musical friends, like Penny-jie. But I just used it. I just now realized- I thought this was the one I used last time. Oops. I cant gift it, now. LYN: Oh- the silver one is right here. Now I have two. /starts clanging them together/. I can make anything into an instrument. XD

C: Give it to me. LYN: Are you a musician? Then we’re in the same business. If we’re in the same business then we’re enemies. I can’t give it to you. You’re my enemy. I can’t give it to you. Sorry. Have you ever heard that song (小冤家): “Little Enemy, what are you doing? You look like a fool. I’m asking you, but why is it that you’re not replying?” So I can’t give it to you, sorry. C: Never heard of it. LYN: You’ve never heard of this song, 小冤家? Have you even had a good childhood? /sings it/ You’ve really never heard this song? Wow~ Your musical intake is... quite low. LYN: In any case, this song is called Chasing Light from the Light Chaser Rescue OST. Please listen to it when you have the chance.

C: Enemies are the ideal partner. LYN: Have you watched too many dramas? Are you trying to play out an enemies-to-lovers trope here? Are you talking about in dramas- that’s a 欢喜冤家 (quarrelsome but loving couple), I think.

C: Ning-ge, the Super Topic isn’t called “Xiao Peng Fei” (小棚妃) anymore. *[小棚妃 = Little Shed Princess; his fandom name bc he joked one day during a stream that there were so many fans there that they would need to build a shed in a field to fit them all] LYN: I think that’s okay... because I’ve been targeted pretty closely these days. Please understand. The “Mo Fan” name is what I called you, before I was famous. It’s also a good name. Why don’t I call you “peng fei” anymore? I won’t say more but please understand me- there are a lot of eyes on me right now. Even when I don’t DO anything, they still need to drag me out. So I’m trying my best not to give them anything (they can use against me). C: What did you do? LYN: Nothing- it’s just that I was doing pretty okay with second lead roles for a while, wasn’t I? Even when I was third or fourth male lead no one cared to curse me out. But now I’ve... stepped up a little... so there are people who think I don’t deserve it. What can I do? I don’t even have anything out yet, but I just want to focus quietly on my work, and not be influenced. C: So it seems like since you have male lead roles people are starting to curse at you- then why don’t you flip the script and take female lead roles? LYN: ... What nonsense it that? That’s even more terrifying.

LYN: My crew is so nice to me. My fans all know this, but maybe passersby who don’t know or even care about me could have happened to stop by the stream today... how many of you aren’t my fans, and have just happened to drop by? Type a ‘1′ into the comments. That is, you’re not my fan but were walking by and decided to take a look at me? I want to see how many of you aren’t my fans. // So many? I see a lot of you have “MD” at the front of your ID.. MD for Modern Brothers, right? You all typed ‘1′- are you not my fans? You can’t stop being my fan, just because you watched a stream! XD Our relationship is not that weak, please. I said “If you’re NOT my fan, type ‘1′” and in that moment each one of you decided to stop being my fan (so that they can type ‘1′). This is a legendary humbling moment- this moment right here. Alright, okay. It doesn’t matter. I just wanted to ask. LYN: My current crew is so warmhearted. The other time, didn’t I say that I was being cursed at online for being ugly? If you say that I am I won’t deny it- I’ve accepted it. I even say myself, that I look just average. But I think that my colleagues have seen the comments made about me online. They’re trying to comfort me. “It’s alright, Ning-ge. Honestly, you’re not handsome, but you’re not as ugly as they say.” XD “Don’t be too dispirited. You’re not the traditional handsome guy, but one with an aura. You have the mood of a handsome guy.” LYN: ??? LYN: I said, “Yes, ok. I understand. Please stop talking about it now.” But they still feel bad for me, and sometimes when I don’t feel confident on set- I didn’t used to have any doubt when I went on set. But now before the camera starts rolling I have to check how I look in a mirror. /makes funny faces/ “Alright, we’re good to go. Let’s do this.” I need to take a look at myself first, to see if I can pass my own standards. But I’m very happy in the crew right now, because people feel a little sorry for me, so now the first thing people say to me when they see me is, “Ning-ge, you’re so handsome today.” :) Its true! “Oh, Ning-ge, you’re here? No wonder I felt an air when you came in. It was your handsomeness.” They’re cheering me on every day. I can feel their warmth- they want me to be more confident, and hope that I don’t too much thought about the comments online, so they’re saying these things to me. After hearing these things though, I feel like I’ve gained happiness for no good (real) reason. I’m really thankful for my colleagues though. I feel the warmth. It’s nice to feel like you’re being cared for, in a work environment it’s rare to see. C: “气体” is an interesting word. (气体 = air/spirit, can also mean gas/odor) LYN: “Hey, why was there an odor when Ning-ge came in?”

LYN: Alright, it doesn’t matter. I’ve thought it through. I just want to do well in filming and be a good actor, while learning something on set. That’s the most important- learning. // We’ll just see what the final product is like before passing judgement. But I can totally understand why people would think I am undeserving or unworthy, because I am. I’m sorry. But from an objective standpoint, the dramas I have been in that have aired are very few. A lot of people probably still don’t know that I am acting. They’re thinking, “That’s so strange, wasn’t he a singer- a Bodyguard of Love? Why did he quit being a bodyguard? He started being a janitor instead?” XD The truth is that there are only four dramas that I’ve been in that have aired as of now. HBY came out in 2018- no, 2019; very early. After that is UN, where I acted as Hei Yanjing; the problem with this drama is that I was wearing shades throughout and a lot of people watched the whole thing still don’t know that I was the actor. I was wearing shades throughout, so only on their second watch did people start to realize that it was me. People just don’t know me as an actor. The third drama is CGX, where I played Hao Du; this is where a small fire started. I have to thank the crew, the director, and the producer for giving this role to me as it did spark a small flame. A lot of people in my stream right now started liking me as LYN because of this role. After that is SYXSSYX, which required a lot of post-production work. I acted as BCF. You may not have watched that drama, but the fact is that I only have four dramas out, and in all of them I was in a support role. LYN: Now I’ve suddenly taken on a lead role, so of course people would be unhappy with that. But what can I do? No matter what people do, there has to be improvement/development. For example, I used to be a waiter and did that for half a year. My boss thought I did a good job and promoted me to supervisor. After some time doing that, my boss thought I was doing well so promoted me again to manager. Of course, at that time there were also people who I had started out the same rank as, who were not happy. They didn’t think I deserved to be the manager. That I didn’t deserve it, and what made me so special?? So I can understand the same type of sentiment now. Every industry has rankings. LYN: I used to be a cook. A lot of you might not know, but I learned professionally how to be a cook. I learned in school for TWO years! I learned how to cook for two straight years without doing anything else. After school, what do you do? You start off washing vegetables. I’m sure a lot of you don’t know- there are probably some who are waiters or cooks- but the first thing you do when you get out of culinary school and start a job at a restaurant is washing vegetables and cleaning fish. After a while of grunt work, if the chefs think you’re good enough you can go up a level. Things like picking wood ear fungus and shaving potato skins- that’s the type of work you’re doing at the start. Slowly, you’ll start to- C: Fry shredded potato. LYN: No. Being able to COOK a dish in a restaurant right out of culinary school is extremely hard to do. But slowly, you move on into “creating shells”- there are those dishes like fried chicken and shrimp, things that have an outer batter. You start to make the batter- starch or egg- for these types of dishes. After you’ve done this for a while, there are two paths you can take. It’s a bit like playing a game. You can choose to either “guo you” or “zan ban”. One of them is knife skills- which counts as an extra skill. “Zan Ban” entails prepping the ingredients for a dish, and handing it off to the chef to be cooked. “Guo You” is like what I said earlier, passing the fried foods through oil until they’re cooked and then plating and serving. It’s about accumulation of time/skill. After a few years you might be upgraded into cooking dishes. As a student even “zan ban” is not bad. So saying, each industry has their development. For me as an actor, I have to improve too. I started off as a supporting role and slowly progressed until I am now able to have a lead role. Of course lots of people aren’t going to be happy with that. It’s exactly the same as when I was a waiter and slowly made my way up to manager. LYN: This is why I completely understand why people can’t understand why I am able to act leading roles now. But I really hope that these people who can’t understand my forward progression, never meet someone like yourself when it comes to the point in your life that you progress. Do you get what I’m saying? C: In the end you reached ascension. LYN: LOL. LYN: That doesn’t count as a slight, right? I just mean that say you’re working in a certain position right now. There’s bound to be room for upwards movement. I hope that when you are moving up, that you don’t meet someone like yourself. I’m talking about those people who think I am undeserving or unworthy. I hope you don’t meet someone like yourself. LYN: I hope that everyone can be kind and respect others. That’s what I want.

C: Can I request a song? LYN: Am I a KTV? Don’t request any songs. Later if I feel I am up to it and am happy enough I will sing a couple. I’ll hum a couple, and sign for fun. But don't request any.

C: Remember to check in to the Super Topic, Ning-ge. LYN: Don’t worry, I still have 13 make-up cards. So let’s shoot myself in the foot today. I clearly know that I can check-in right now, but I’ll wait until it’s past 12a and then use a make-up card. Let’s shoot myself and then make use of a card. C: So many? LYN: Yeah, because they had an event and gave out 10 cards. I pretty much used up all of mine from the previous round, but last month they gave 10 more.

C: No wonder the media accounts say you’re 1.9m tall with a 1.2m “fan gu” (anti-bone??? occipital bone.) LYN: ? What’s a “fan gu”? I don’t know... I think I kind of get what it means, though. In Dongbei we call it as “jing jing de”. For example, if someone says that it’s getting cold and they tell me to put on my pants- I mean, to put on some thermals- and on the inside I will say, “I won’t. I just won’t wear them, why do I have to? I won’t wear them.” That’s what they mean by that, right? Being defiant? [unrighteous people with a rebellious spirit] C: 1.3m tall is all defiance. // Your legs are full of defiance. LYN: /sigh/ Okay. You’re all right.

C: I’m a newcomer, could you “flip” me (respond to me)? LYN: ... >.< ... Okay, I flipped you. To make you happy. For some friends happiness is very simple. This friend is a new fan and asked me to flip them- what that means is that they are a pancake. They’re a pancake- those that you apply sauce to- and just by flipping them, will make them very happy. I flipped you. I hope you’re happy. It’s like you’re a fried egg. C: So you don’t flip the old ones. LYN: The old ones... how could you be making a fuss? “Ning-ge, I’ve been a fan for four years, but now you’re replacing the old with the new, is that it?” That’s not what I meant. Don’t try to start anything. I’m already close enough with my old fans- we’re like family now. Right, fam? :D LYN: I don’t know if you have this type of manner. That is, is the first thing you do when you get home and see your family to get on your knees and kowtow to them? MY house doesn’t have these requirements, but I don’t know about yours? Go home. “Mom, I’m home!” And then fall to your knees? I don’t do that at home. But I take you as my family, and you are already understanding and polite. You’ve liked me for four years! What else is there for me to say? Isn’t that right? C: Ning-ge, when I get home I kowtow to my mom with my head lowered. LYN: LOL. If what you’re saying is true then that means when you get home every day you knock on the door and wait for your mom to open it so that you can bow to her? LYN: I think this is ok. If you truly respect your family members that much that you would bow to them when you get home, that’s great. It’s not a bad thing. It’s a wonderful thing, and I hope that you all can adhere to it. But in my house, we don’t need to. I just say, “Mom, I’m home” without any fanfare.

C: Holy sh*t, when did you start streaming? LYN: I just started uh.. five minutes ago. Yeah, five minutes ago. If I say that, will you not feel as disappointed?

C: Ning-ge, why is your neck so red? LYN: Oh, because I kept rubbing it. My throat hasn’t been feeling great lately. I don’t know why. But sometimes when I talk I feel like I have to press down on it.

C: Ning-ge, why are you “jie mo” handsome? *[ 这么 = zhe me = so, but an altered tone so it sounds like 芥末= jie mo =mustard] LYN: Do you mean when we eat sausages, that type of jie mo (mustard)? “Why are you mustard handsome?”? Is garlic not handsome?

C: Ning-ge, my husband recharged our roaming data so I can watch your stream. LYN: /thumbs up/ What a good man. You husband is so generous. As a man myself, I’m going to give him a thumbs up!

C: You’re so funny. LYN: YOU’RE funny. In your eyes I’m just a joke.

C: I want to go to your house and steal toy figures. LYN: Stop spamming. We don’t allow spamming here, even though we don’t have a moderator if it were me from before I would have kicked you out already. Don’t spam. But you want to steal my figures? You’re already exposing your crime in my stream. You’re so cool, you’re admitting to wanting to steal in front of so many eyes- you must be a repeat offender.

LYN: Let me tell you something... /thinks about it/ Forget it, I won’t talk about it. LYN: It’s alright, I’ll tell you about it later. I’m keeping track. It hasn’t been officially announced yet, so I’ll tell you later. Let’s not rush. You’ll know eventually.

C: I want to see fans interview Ning-ge. LYN: What do you mean? Interview me? Honestly when you type in the comments I already reply to you right here. We’ll stream later today, so maybe we can have a q&a session. If you have anything you want to ask me, we can talk about it. It can be about this industry, or anything you think I might have an interest in- you can ask me about it and I might answer. Honestly no one has really come to interview me lately, anyway. I have a stomach-full of things to say. XD C: I want to see you interview the fans. LYN: That, I’ll pass.

C: Ning-ge, what scent of perfume/cologne do you use? LYN: I won’t recommend it to you, because I have a makeup collaboration soon. If I mention some other brand’s perfume, it wouldn’t look good. But I really have the personality of an old Dongbei dude... though I may not look like it- but I look manly, right? But we don’t really like using more feminine products- honestly. I never used to use perfume, because I felt like... it wasn’t BAD, but I just didn’t want to. I couldn’t accept it, myself. But later, after I got into this industry and especially when I started shooting dramas, I started to spray some every day. Because I have to act alongside other people. Sometimes Hengdian can get really hot. It’s so hot and we’re over there wearing three to four layers. Most of the time we sweat through. Sweat everywhere- back, chest, thighs. Sometimes on especially hot days you can be standing there and the back of your hand would sweat. Here I am, acting opposite an actress. I have to exchange words with her, and fight other people, and sometimes I will run by. Think about it- if you smell like sweat and you run by someone, they’re going to throw up. It’s not that it stinks, but there’s bound to be the smell of sweat. I don’t think that’s very respectful to other people. So ever since I started acting, if I think it’s going to be a hot day I’ll spray myself down. Half a bottle, gone. I’m a bit more extreme with usage, like spraying bug repellant. XD C: Sweat + perfume is not going to smell good either, though? LYN: No, I- I’m not talking about SWEATING, what do you think I’m doing, playing basketball?? Do you mean the smell I get when I go to play basketball and after I take my shoes off, or what? Did I go hiking??? There’s not THAT MUCH sweat, so there’s not that much smell. What are you thinking? I wash up every day... // I think it’s all about respecting the other actor, whether female or male. C: But you just said that your clothes were soaked through and even the back of your hand was sweating. LYN: My hand sweat can be covered with hand cream. Sweat on my neck is covered with sunscreen. There are all sorts of smells together. Foundation has a smell. Hairspray has a smell. It’s not like using ONLY perfume to cover your whole body’s odor. There’s a mix going on. If you lift your hand it smells like hand cream; your shoulder might smell like the perfume; if you lower your head it’s going to smell like hairspray. Right? It’s all different, but they’re all mixed together. It’s not like our faces are stuck together. I think it’s enough to cover the smell to that the other party doesn’t find you disgusting, at the very least. // There are all sorts of smells. Let’s just shorten it to shi san xiang (13 fragrant spices; used to marinate meat for cooking). C: So what perfume do you use? LYN: I use what’s considered the 13 Fragrant Spices. C: Are we marinating meat now? LYN: Yes, 13 Fragrant Spices are used to marinate meat. XD But I just meant the idea of it- because you were asking me what perfumes I used and through that topic I veered us into this place. LYN: I don’t want you all to start doing it, but I just want to say that if you like perfume and like wearing it you can do it. When you walk by people you can leave a nice smell. I think that coworkers or classmates can enjoy the smell too and they will associate it with you. C: Under normal circumstances I don’t like spraying perfume. LYN: That means that you have not normal circumstances where you do... like when you’re going to an event or party? C: Why do I need people to enjoy associating me with a fragrance? LYN: You don’t have to. But society is just like this: one more person liking you is better than having someone hate you. If, just by spraying perfume, it can bring you some benefit, then I suggest you spray it. LYN: It hasn’t elevated to the point where I’m questioning whether you should or should not put on perfume, the base of the matter was the topic of hygiene. I put on perfume because when I am doing fight scenes, I might sweat and want to cover the smell. It’s just like how you brush your teeth every morning- it’s out of respect to those you work with. It’s normal. Otherwise why else would toothpaste be mint flavored? Why don’t you use rose flavored toothpaste? It’s the same logic.

- /reiterating that he CAN speak Standard Mandarin, likes to use his hometown accent in his streams to feel closer to the viewers, but while acting he ONLY uses Standard./ LYN: If I were to use my accent to say my lines, my costars would laugh themselves to death. - /t/n: demonstrates, but this is a lot more fun if you’re listening/ - /first scenario: you’re going on a mission to intercept the enemy and are giving out instructions to your team./ - /second scenario: classic guzhuang xianxia dramas/ LYN: Let’s say you’re an immortal. The partner is also an immortal but they’re going to jump from the tower- no, the platform- so that they can live a different life. Aren’t those stories all about the multiple worlds and multiple lives? So they’re about to jump and you run over and say, “Don’t jump! You can’t. Don’t jump, don’t jump. Listen to me. Don’t jump, you can’t. Let me explain, alright?? If you jump, I’ll jump with you. Let’s both go die, neither of us will live anymore. Ok? I can’t live my life without you.” LOL. That’s no good!! LYN: “Leave everything for me to endure. Don’t say anymore. It’s enough for me to take the burden on my own.” That won’t do, right? There’s no way. So I still use Standard Mandarin when filming. LYN: I am Dongbei Qingcang. Nice to meet you. C: If you’re Dongbei Qingcang then I am Da Lan Hua. (Big Orchid) LYN: No, we wouldn’t call her “Da Lan Hua” but probably “Da Lan-zi” (also sounds like “big basket”). “Da Lan-zi, come to my house to sit. Come, sit on my house’s kang (heated platform) and we’ll chat. Da Lan-zi.” Yeah, it’s like that. Not “Da Lan Hua”.

C: Ning-ge, use Dongbei accent to sing “Searching for You.” LYN: No, actually regional accents really mess with songs. Because there’s already a fixed melody and rhythm, so the only change would be in the pronunciation of some words. There’s not much of a difference.

C: Ning-ge, you’re Dongbei Jiu Yuan (character from the CLJ donghua) LYN: /laughs/ /recites his lines/ /says “Dongfang Qingcang” instead of “Dongbei Qingcang”/

C: Dongbei rap. LYN: It’s not possible.

C: Your neighbors aren’t fighting today? LYN: If you hadn’t mentioned it I would have forgotten. LYN: ... Wait friends...... let me pick up a call. XD Hello? ... What? ... You’re having a BABY?!? Is it a rush? Ah.. I see. I understand. So the child has just been born and you want it to see me, so that when it grows up it will look like me, is that it? That’s what people say: the baby grows up to look like the first person it sees. You want it so see me? Um.. I’ll have to decline, because lately the comments online are all saying I’m ugly and I don’t want to influence the child. How about this, I’ll bring a poster of HZT. Is that alright? It doesn’t need to see me- what was that? You WANT your child to look like me? Alright, then I’ll make the trip down. Wait for me. I’ll be right there. /dragging it on longer XD/ LYN: Friends, you all know the situation, right? I have to make a trip downstairs, so the kid can see me. As soon as it was born, they covered it’s eyes with a towel and when I get downstairs they’ll remove the towel so it can look at me and then they’ll leave. Alright? It’ll be quick. Wait for me a bit. I’ll play you a VCR. Wait for me, don’t leave. -- bathroom break #1 LYN: Alright I’m back. On my way back I opened up weibo and did my daily check in. I said earlier that I would the day pass and use a make-up card, but I thought about it and thought I should’t waste it.

C: You finished having the baby and came back? LYN: /I/ didn’t go have a baby, I don’t have that function. It was my friend’s baby. C: Was it a boy or a girl? LYN: WHAT’S IT TO YOU? Do you want to be the kid’s godfather or godmother? Are you going to give the kid 200RMB? C: Ning-ge, I forgot to check in, could you gift me a make-up card? LYN: When you have a baby, I’ll gift it to you as a congratulatory present. Our relationship is deep enough for that. C: When my baby is born I want it to get a look at you, too. LYN: Okay, okay.

C: Ning-ge, you rode a horse one-handed? LYN: There were pictures out a couple days ago- you all saw them? Of me riding a horse one-handed. That’s nothing to be amazed at, it was a basic technique. I used to be very afraid of horses. I’ll tell you all why. It’s because my first drama- my first guzhuang drama, my first scene- I was kicked by a horse. Do you know- to an actor shooting his first guzhuang drama, and his first scene of the whole thing- to be kicked by a horse on the very first day? Do you know how much it hurts?!? Really, I was kicked into a daze. After that I started to fear riding horses. But later, after shooting so many dramas and having to ride horses for them, I’m not as afraid anymore. I always prepare carrots, though. I know I’ll have to ride a lot for this drama, so I told my bro to go to the market and buy a sack of carrots to leave on the RV. If I have a horse scene, I’m going to feed it until it’s full. Horses love carrots. Not to say that they’re going to be obedient if I feed them tasty things, but at the very least they won’t hate me. People and horses are the same. LYN: So, I’ve fed them no small amount of carrots. I’m sure horses have an impression- honestly these horses shoot more dramas than people do. Don’t look down on them. These horses are working every day. I’m sure the dramas they have been in are a lot more than some actors. That’s the first thing. The second thing is that these horses know a lot more actors and celebrities than you do. You could go your whole life without ever knowing/seeing more than a couple of artists, but these horses see them everyday. They’re veterans. LYN: These horses are in Hengdian all the time, it’s like they’ve been trained for the camera. When the director says, “Get ready!” they know- they stand at attention. They have better posture than I do! They know to stand at attention when the camera is rolling, and then “3, 2, 1.” You don’t even have to say anything, the horse just goes! It’s a natural instinct for them, now. They act better than some rookie actors do. LYN: Sometimes a scene will require two people to sit on their horses and exchange dialogue. After they’re done talking, they continue on the road, right? A lot of dramas are like this- you’ll be riding and you stop. The two characters decide which forward path to take. When you watch the drama it might seem like the actors rode up to the scene, but actually when it cuts the two actors are already sitting at position. You can’t have the horse ride up because there’s no way to tell a horse exactly where to stop in line with the camera frame. They’re not people or machines, there’s no way to get them to stop without a hair out of place. For example, you could have the horse walk over, but when you stop you’ll find that you’re half out of frame. That’s not good. So when we do close-ups the horse is already stabilized and we’re sitting on it, before we start rolling. Sometimes the director will do the countdown to camera rolling and at “1″- in what was supposed to be a still scene, the horse starts running. That’s a normal occurrence. LYN: Animals are the hardest to work with when filming. They don’t listen like people do. Sometimes there will be a scene where you ride up, and then get off the horse and take the reins to lead it while you exchange dialogue. But then the horse stops in place and you can’t make it walk any further. They’re not going to listen to you, who do you think you are? It’s not as if you trained them yourself. If you want to ride up on them that’s fine. But if you want to get off and walk with them, they stop. Pull back, even. Very common. Say the director decides we get off the horse and stand in place to exchange dialogue. We’ll be exchanging lines and the horse could start to urinate (or going #2). XD There’s just no way to control that. LYN: There are a lot of surprises that can happen when shooting horse scenes.

C: Ning-ge, when the horse stops walking just sing “走马” (Walking Horse) to it. LYN: Yeah, I’ll sing to it, “After a long time I finally looked up, to see you on the other side walking A LITTLE SLOWLY.” I don’t think it’ll work. It wouldn’t understand. LYN: Horses- I’m telling you, after filming guzhuang dramas I have a keen understanding of horses, now. Don’t look at horses and think they are tall and strong. They are super timid. They’re super timid and have a very strong sense of self-defense. Why else would people always say the “horse was spooked”? If I started to sing to it and it spooked and ran away, who could I turn to for help? We don’t need that to happen. Let’s not sing to it. Some horses are very timid, and will scare and run at the smallest of things. If you’re on the horse you can be thrown off at any moment. Anything is possible. LYN: The taller people are, the more timid they are. (talking about himself? XD)

C: Get by the horse’s ear and sing it a rap verse. LYN: Um... these horses aren’t familiar with you and even if you’re doing a drama together you would only really see and interact with it the few times. If I sang it a rap, I don’t think it would be accepting of any type of raucous music. I definitely can’t rap to it. C: Zi Wei can speak to horses. LYN: Ah, are you talking about in Princess Pearl? Zi Wei whispered in the horse’s ear and then it started to walk? It’s a drama, after all. You see in a lot of dramas that people can fly, don’t you? Even more jump town from the “Fairy Guillotine” (aka Immortal Execution Platform). Those are all dramas, you can’t take them for real life. Some individuals even blow 20 billion people away with a wave of their hand. LYN: I’ll crouch by the horse’s ear and say, “Hi, I’m Zi Wei. Can you understand what I’m saying? Alright, let’s go!” /smh/ In some dramas people get snatched up by aliens! You can’t take that stuff seriously.

C: Suddenly I couldn’t understand what you were saying. LYN: Are you taking a shower? Can you all hear me? This friend said they suddenly couldn’t hear what I was saying?? Are you in the shower, has water gotten in your ears? Jump! Let the water fall out of your ears. I don’t think this has anything to do with me, you must have gotten water in your ears. You can try to fix it yourself.

C: I’ve been your fan for five years now and I still really like you. What’s up with that? LYN: What else can it mean? What’s wrong with that? This is what you call... having charm. Many of you might have been around for four or five years but still haven’t had enough of me, and are wondering why. Don’t wonder, many others are just like you. That’s right.

C: Ning-ge, how come your eyelashes don’t seem as long as they were before? LYN: I told you, I was putting on lash serum for a while, wasn’t I? But I haven’t been applying it lately. You might apply it, but eyelashes grow in layers. They’re like your nails- no, that’s not a good description. Just... they’re continuous. You know? When they grow to a certain extent, then the old lashes fall and new ones grow. They’re layered, so the ones I applied serum to have already finished their round. Why haven’t I been applying it lately? Because I discovered a problem- it might just be a problem with me- after I applied it my dark circles were so prominent. If it were a choice between having dark circles and having short lashes, I’d rather not have the dark circles.

C: Are Liu-ge’s streams always this funny? I can’t sleep because I’m laughing. LYN: Why are you blaming your insomnia on me? Go to sleep.

C: Will Director Li have you sing an OST for his drama? LYN: Which drama? He hasn’t contacted me about anything. I don’t know which drama you’re referring to, but if he comes to find me, I’ll sing.

C: Ning-ge, what is your rising sign (astrology)? LYN: I don’t know... I’m allergic (avoid) these types of things. I don’t believe in that stuff.

C: I just downloaded weibo so I could watch your stream. It’s my first time watching and I’m so excited. LYN: :) Really? Weibo is such a common thing and you’ve only just downloaded it? That means I’m also capable of attracting new consumers. That’s my market value. // There are new friends watching my stream tonight? If that’s the case then you can subscribe to my weibo and the next time I finish up with work early I will stream and weibo will notify you. You can come take a look. Subscribing to my weibo isn’t shameful. You won’t lose face because of it. Thank you. It could be that your subscription to my weibo is bringing the platform new customers. It’s also making me look good and have market value. Even if just a small action from you might help me be that much closer to turning the tides. You’re all good people. Please suscribe. C: I’m subscribed. LYN: Thank you.

LYN: When you’re here please try not to mention other artists. I know that I used to mention them myself, if I feel we have a good enough relationship but now- it’s hard to say. We’ll avoid mentioning other artists for now. If I bring them up on my own, that’s my own problem. But you all should avoid mentioning other people. It makes this awkward. LYN: Sometimes people talk too much or too little. I have a good relationship with most people. But if I mention them people will start to talk and say that I am mentioning them for clout. What clout could I possibly attain? How many years has it been since I even debuted? I’m still a rookie but I’ve debuted for four years now- what do I expect to gain? People who will like LYN have started long ago and people who find him annoying have been annoyed for the past four or five years already. I can’t gain clout from mentioning anyone. C: They must all be other peoples’ fans. LYN: It doesn’t matter- everyone who comes here is a guest. If you come to watch my stream that means that at least you don’t find me annoying, and that’s enough for me. We don’t want to segregate by who is who’s fan. It’s not like it’s impossible for someone else’s fan to also start liking LYN, right? :) In the same token, a lot of LYN’s fans have also become someone else’s fan. It doesn’t matter either way, we’re all the same. This is a public platform. The entertainment circle is like a supermarket. Today you’ll really want to drink the market’s yogurt, so you buy a yogurt to drink. Tomorrow you don’t feel like yogurt and want to eat convenience store noodles, so you go to the convenience store. There are choices. It’s not like just because you chose yogurt one day, it means that you have to drink that yogurt forever. Right? It’s the same sentiment. So it doesn’t matter who’s a fan of who; it’s just a title and doesn’t mean that we can’t all get along.

C: My roommate says the speaking volume is low but the music volume is high. LYN: You roommate is such a good girl. Really. Try to figure out why I say so.Or.. she’s not a “good girl” but an “honest girl.” She says that the music is too loud and my speaking voice is too low- that makes her an honest girl because the music in bars is much louder than this. If you go out to club and party at night then the music in those places is much louder, you can’t even hear yourself speaking, you know? So she’s a good girl and doesn’t go out at night to play or bum around. Very honest. C: How did you guess it? LYN: I guessed right?? C: Ning-ge, I go to bars to do my homework. LYN: LOL. You’re writing an essay? Did you bring your laptop? - /talks about more things you can do in a bar, like order a coffee or practice some tai chi :p/ LYN: Going to a bar to do your homework... alright. The next time your mom asks what you’re going out for, tell her you’re going to a bar to do your homework. Let’s see if she hits you or not! She’ll kick you before anything. You’re going out in the middle of the night, to a bar, to do your homework?? To learn?! Just tell her that.

LYN: I saw a comment under my post that read “LYN is so funny. His streams are so interesting.” I saw a reply to that comment that read, “One day I watched LYN’s stream but I found it disgusting.” So the OP asked, “Why?” and they replied, “I feel like he’s really fake- he keeps doing the “bubble” sound to make himself sound cool but I think it’s gross.” Friends- every time I finish streaming I tend to self-reflect, but do I really do that? To make myself seem ~more depressing? Do I tend to use this sound a lot when I speak to you?~ ~Do you know why I speak with this “bubble” sound? Because I’m drinking carbonated water.~ I’ll “kill” you with perfection!! LYN: I don’t speak with any airs. I’m streaming for so long that if I’m putting on a voice for the whole duration of it, I’d be done for. I’d tire myself to death. But if you feel like I do have that sound when I’m talking, it has to be because of the way I ~pronounce things. That’s just how I talk. Because I want to “end” them.~ LYN: But when I stream I usually use the Northeastern dialect, so even if someone uses the “bubble” sound to speak, paired with the dialect it wouldn’t have any effect. Here, listen. “Girl, do you think of tonight’s music? If you think it’s alright, then dance along with me. Did you know... that when you walked into the room...” /laughs at himself/ Do you think that sounds too perfect? It doesn’t work, so when I stream I usually use my Dongbei dialect and if I add the “bubble” sound on top of that it would be extremely awkward. Now you’re just falsely accusing me. C: 野狼disco [t/n: bc it’s full of pick-up lines, I’m guessing] LYN: I can’t even take it anymore myself. Hey, wha do you think of this bubble sound? Is it nice? I’ll let you hear enough of it~ - /reiterates how it’s difficult to use a different dialect to sing a song; unless that song was already crafted using a dialect./ LYN: The Dongbei dialect doesn’t much change the pronunciation of the word itself, unlike Shanghainese or Zhejiang or Minnan, which use different languages. With Dongbei dialect we’re just changing the tone used to pronounce the character, you know? It’s the same as Standard but using a different tone. - /sings 东北民谣 (The Northeast Folk Lyrics) by Mao Buyi)/ C: Liu-ge, “kill” me. XD LYN: What do you think friends, how did Liu-ge do? // Oh? Why am I being cheesy all of a sudden? - /pauses/ LYN: Friends, it’s like this- once it hits around 11:30p I suddenly come to my senses. /laughs/ Liu-ge. “I don’t understand, but I am your Liu-ge.”

LYN: Right- so we were talking about the Dongbei dialect and the “bubble” sound. This is just what I sound like when I speak normally- it’s always been like this. If you watch my old streams, you’ll find that my voice is much more hoarse than this. But this sound you’re hearing isn’t forced, it’s just that I’m tired. I’m tired so it doesn’t sound as clear. I also wish to have a “youthful” tone. But there’s no helping it, my voice had always had this “ragged” sound to it. But I think it’s a good thing. When people age, so do their voices. Unless you’re a professional voice actor, who can change their voice- but normal people (can’t). Even me, when I got to act, I think that my voice is actually befitting of the roles I play, because I already can’t make out a teenager’s voice. This face can’t act as a teenager, either. So when I look at roles, they’re more of the... well... I CAN still pass as a “youth”. Right? If this person were on the younger side, I can lift my tone a bit, so I can sound more young. But if I am playing someone more mature/stable, then I would use a deeper voice. It’s helpful for acting. LYN: People used to say that since I am a singer, I should be able to recite my lines better. The truth is, singing has nothing to do with reciting lines, and I can’t recite them well. I’m still working on getting them right. What they meant is that since I was a singer, I should have and I NEEDED to be able to say my lines well. I think this statement is illogical. If it were “this person is an actor, they MUST be able to say their lines well”, I think this statement is okay to say. But to have a singer who MUST be able to say their lines well- that’s actually two different things. You might think that speaking and singing is the same thing but it’s not. Because actually there’s a difference in how we pronounce words when speaking vs singing. The breathing is different, too. When you sing or go to the KTV with friends you’ll notice that before you sing you always need to suck in a breath before you start. Right? /demonstrates/ I exaggerated it a bit so you can hear. But who do you know sucks in a breath before speaking?? Therefore, singing and speaking are two different things entirely. C: How can you breathe in more deeply? // Why does it feel like you can’t get enough air? LYN: That was me exaggerating the breathe. I wanted you to be able to hear it. /demonstrates again, but MORE exaggeratedly [t/n: I almost spit out my tea XD]/ LYN: I remember telling you this in a stream before, that singing and saying lines uses the opposite technique. For singing you need to breathe in, but for acting you are breathing out (”放气” = “let air” // homophonous with “放弃” = “give up”). C: What do you mean “give up”? LYN: No, you can’t “GIVE UP”, I meant that you need to “RELEASE AIR”. You’ll find that a lot of actors, when they speak, sound breathy. /demonstrates: holding breath/standard speaking/releasing breath/ Did you hear it? Releasing the breath. Because this makes it sound more “alive”. So it’s two different things. But I can’t talk about this with you in too much detail, because I don’t understand it either. LYN: When I say my lines, though I’m not too heavy on the breathing, unless I’m very excited/agitated. LYN: I’m someone who, when I find an interest in something, really likes to study/research the topic. I’ll watch other people’s material and I like to imitate it and work out how they execute. Sometimes I will work out my own tips and tricks in regards to saying my lines and acting. If I tell you I’m sure it would sound extremely unprofessional, though. // I like to observe.

C: Ning-ge, Hao Du’s voice acting was great! LYN: Actually, it wasn’t great at all. I’m not trying to put down my own works- Hao Du’s character was a successful one, but that was my first time doing voice acting. If you go back to look at it now- of course, “good” or “bad” is something for you, the viewers, to decide- but I personally am not satisfied with my performance. C: Bai Choufei’s was good. LYN: BCF... he was alright. I can only say that every juncture, my skills are at their highest for that particular moment in time. I take the voice acting very seriously. You might consider BCF to be acceptable, but that’s because it was the best of my skill at the time. I did my best. But people are always improving, even if it’s by the smallest of increments. So BCF was the best I could do at the time, but of course even right now I’m not much better than I was then. LYN: I’m thankful for the BCF role for allowing me to train in a lot of aspects. For example, performance-wise, and ways in which to express a character that goes through many changes. Looking back on it now, of course there are going to be regrets and there are things I could have done better. But at the time it was the best I could do. BCF gave me room to perform and train my own abilities- it was a role where I could test the limits of my expressiveness. A lot of roles don’t give you that, and are very quiet roles. BCF is a role where after you have acted it, you improve in a lot of different ways. That includes his dialogue, and his way of speaking as well. It was a great role to sharpen my acting with. LYN: Some of the lines, you come to an understanding of yourself. For example the part at the end. “Now you want to kill me! You want to kill me!” In the script it’s only the single line but when you express it on scene, you end up repeating it. They are the feelings you get when the scene is playing out, so you naturally add it in. The voice acting, too, and the sheer amount of dialogue. It was an intense role to practice and train with.

C: I’ve never had insomnia, but this is my first time because I’m watching LYN’s stream. LYN: :) What can I say... this might be fate.

C: Will you still receive villain roles? LYN: Of course. I don’t mind- I’ve said this to my fans before, too. Even though I am taking on main lead roles now, don’t be disappointed in me if I decide to go for third or fourth male lead roles later. My plan in life is to be a male actor, not a LEADING male actor. Do you get what I mean? My decisions are made based on if I like the script, the role, and the production team. LYN: As for villain roles, I’d still receive them but I might try to avoid them for now. The role of Bai Choufei really... made too many people fall into the story. That just goes to show that the actor did a good job, because they’re already starting to put curses on me. I’m only the actor but some people wish I were hit by a car. How terrifying is that? So I’ll do my best to avoid it for now. LYN: So if I get the chance, now I really want to act as... a ~young man with deep feelings/emotions (深情 (shēnqíng)~. I think that will help turn people’s view of me. If I keep playing villains, people are going to hate me. C: 神经 (shénjīng = crazy) young man. LYN: What, “crazy”? Is my putonghua that bad?? It’s so bad that you can’t understand me when I talk now? I said “深情” young man! C: Ning-ge, you’re really suited for villain roles. LYN: Yes, I am well aware of that. That is, my aura- the aura of the person called Liu Yuning- it’s a bit villainous. You can go back to watch my variety shows. Sometimes when I watch it back I even think, “What’s wrong with me?” I went on a variety show and ended up agitated. What did I have to act like such a bad guy for?? It’s not that I’m acting that way on purpose, that’s just the air I give off. If you wanted me to act as a very good person, according to my current abilities, it’s a bit of a hard ask. XD

C: Ning-ge, didn’t you say you would stream for a little bit? How come it’s already near 12a? LYN: We count time differently here. Your “little bit” to me is “one to one hundred thousand years”. Just let me chat with you a bit longer.

C: An emotional (baby) cabbage. LYN: /sigh/ Alright. -- C: Please don’t act as a villain again. LYN: It depends on the role. If it’s a truly good role I will still take it. It doesn’t matter if the character is a villain or not. It doesn’t matter. It’s good enough that I still have work to do in this industry, let’s not be picky about it. -- LYN: Last time I wore cabbage shirt, today is a pine flower (century) egg, is that it? Wow, I really am a cook- everything I wear has something to do with food. Okay, then. What you say is right. Today I’m wearing a pine flower egg. -- LYN: I don’t care if it’s a villain or hero role, having a job is better than not. If there’s work, I’d better take it because we are all just trying 活着 (To Live). - /sings 活着 (To Live)/

C: Ning-ge, were you fake-playing the guitar? LYN: What are you saying?! - /tunes his guitar, to prove he CAN play/ LYN: What strange things are you saying? // Alright, let me show you my talent. I will play for you the only song I have learned in my life. I hope you... like it. Oh- I’m not going to sing it, but why I have I pulled up the lyrics? - /plays a few notes/ LYN: See! This is the problem with old fans- they know exactly what you’re going to play! You’ve all already typed out “南瓜马车的午夜” but not “换上童话的玻璃鞋”?? [lyrics to 拥抱 (Embrace) by Mayday] // I have to play something I’ve never played for you before. I’m going to go online to search for chords and learn a song right now. Don’t rush. I’ll search one right now. What’s hot lately? I need to show you, so you don’t laugh at me. How about... 酒醉的蝴蝶 (Drunken Butterfly)? Let me see if there are chords for it. Have you heard of this song?

- Happy New Year, it’s 12am! LYN: Happy New Year my friends, and thank you for spending the new year with me. It’s been a long time since we’v spent one together. In this new year I wish you wealth and happiness!

- /酒醉的蝴蝶 (Drunken Butterfly), acoustic ver./ LYN: Incomparable~ Friends, this is what you call ~art~. LYN: It still doesn’t seem as good as the pumpkin carriage, huh? Let’s stick with that. What are the lyrics again? Let me look them up. - /拥抱 (Embrace), acoustic ver./ LYN: Alright, that’s enough. This performance is a bit of a blow to my market value but I just needed to prove that I wasn’t faking it earlier. My guitar isn’t only here for looks. /I/ am only here for looks. LYN: I performed that way on purpose, because nowadays what people want to see in dramas and movies is a sense of... brokenness. People can say that an actor has a sense of “brokenness”- my song is the same. It was just very “broken” and I also sang very “broken” and “ragged” so when you combine the two you get the sense of “brokenness.”

LYN: Alright well, I thank you for your company. That’s about all for today. It’s already 12am! I need to be in hair and makeup tomorrow at 7, so that means I need to wake up at 6. Alright, well. I was in a better condition today and I enjoyed chatting with you all, and I hope you are happy as well. Your happiness is more important than mine, because I really don’t know the next time I will get to stream. Thank you for you company! If you haven’t yet subscribed to my weibo yet, please do so- the next time I stream we can meet here again. I hope you had a wonderful and relaxing night. It was great to have you and I hope tonight you were happy. I’ll see you the next time I stream. Good night, everyone.

LYN: Before I go I think I need to rap for you. I didn’t do well the other day. Let’s see if I can make it today. I tried singing “麒麟 (Kirin)” the other day and didn’t do well. Let me try and see if I’m a little stronger than I was then. This is like a lullaby- anyone who hears it would get really sleepy. You’re going to be so sleepy. You’ll be out like a light. /adds special effects/ What is this? This doesn’t look like a stage. /changes it/ This is good. I’m telling you- no matter who hears this song, you’re going to get sleepy. It does wonders. Let’s test it out. - /麒麟 (Kirin)/ (take 1, original speed) LYN: Wait- I want to see if I can make the lyrics not as.. short. They’re coming so fast I can’t remember them. They’re going by too fast. - /麒麟 (Kirin)/ (take 2, slower)

LYN: Good night everybody.

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(2:56:58)#topics:#food preferences #enemies to lovers #his colleagues are complimenting him every day to offset the mean comments about him online :')#to wear or not to wear perfume/cologne #CLJ (Dongbei ver.)#aka Dongbei Qingcang and Da Lanzi #mechanics of horse scenes #mechanics of speaking vs singing #shows off his guitar skillz #closes out with a song that will 'make you sleepy"#(aka rapper!ning)

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IRIS ROSE

Blake & Weiss: *planning Blake and Yang’s wedding*

Blake: I mean, don’t you think the venue needs, like, less white or more black? *sighs* I mean, less white and more black?

Weiss: Your wedding is going to be white and not black. You can save that for the honeymoon.

Blake & Weiss: *both chuckle*

Iris: *walks downstairs* Hey, Blake. Hey, Aunt Weiss.

Blake & Weiss: *both give questioning looks*

Iris: *sorting through alcohol* An entire stash of liquor upstairs and it’s all just whiskey? Come on…Mama needs some rum. *picks up a bottle* Oh.

Blake: Who are you?

Iris: Right. *chuckles* Sorry. Uh, long story short, I’m Sun and Ruby’s daughter from the future.

Blake & Weiss: *shares a look*

Iris: Ooh, what’s that?

Blake & Weiss: *returns their attention to Iris*

Iris: Oh, the wedding hasn’t happened yet, has it?

Weiss: What do you mean? Something goes wrong with the wedding? *moves to take a drink of wine*

Blake: Hold up. Why is she “Aunt Weiss,” and I’m just “Blake”?

Iris: I’ve said too much. Time Travel 101. Ixnay on the oilerspays. *chuckles*

Weiss: *empties her glass*

Iris: *awkward* Can I get you another drink?

Weiss: Yeah.

SOME TIME LATER

Iris: *places a glass of wine in front of Weiss and a glass of scotch in front of Blake* Seriously, forget I said anything.

Weiss: Hey. She said that she’s Ruby’s daughter, that means she’s Yang’s niece, right?

Blake: Yeah, she is but not mine. I’m just “Blake”. Not “Aunt Blake”. Just “plain old Blake”. Which means we’re probably not together.

Weiss: We don’t know that for sure.

Blake: What else does it mean, Weiss.

Yang: *walks in* Okay, Blake. You told me that you wouldn’t need my help and that Weiss could handle everything. So, why am I here?

Blake: Hey, Yang. This is Iris…Sun and Ruby’s daughter…from the future.

Yang: *does a double-take between Blake and Iris* From where?

Iris: More like when.

Blake: Yeah and she knows what happens to all of us. Apparently, you break up with me.

Weiss: We don’t know who breaks up with who.

Blake: Well, see now you’re admitting that Yang and I break up.

Weiss: No, we don’t know anything for sure.

Blake: You are right, Weiss. We don’t…

Blake & Weiss: *turns their attention to Iris*

Blake: …but you do.

Iris: Guys, I…I wish I could tell you. I really do but I can’t. My hands are tied. And I especially can’t tell you in front of this random stranger.

Yang: Rand-…Wait a minute, my future niece doesn’t even know me?

Iris: Shit, you’re my aunt?

Yang: Um…Yeah. Yeah, I’m your Aunt Yang.

Iris: *gives a confused look*

Yang: The Strongest Huntress of Team RWBY?

Iris: *continues to give a confused look*

Yang: The Sun Dragon?

Iris: Oh, of course. Yang, Ruby’s little sis-

Yang: Big!

Iris: Big sister! Yeah, I know who you are.

Yang: *gives a concerned look*

Iris: Let me make you a drink.

Yang: Does this mean I die?

Weiss: I guess so. You die and the wedding’s a disaster.

Yang: Maybe, I die at the wedding.

Weiss: What?! I just sent out the invitations. This is terrible.

Iris: *places a drink on the table*

Blake: *stares at Iris*

Iris: *stares back*

Blake: You’re torturing us aren’t you? *give a little smile*

Iris: *chuckles* The Cat recognizes the Trickster, Aunty Blake. I learn from your wife after all.

Weiss: *franticly laughs* That…That was not good for my heart. It was cruel. She’s absolutely Ruby’s daughter. See, you are her aunt.

Iris: Sorry, Aunty. Hey, I couldn’t help myself. *hugs Yang* Hey, I was kidding. You know who I am…I mean you will at least so…

Yang: I believe you, definitely something I would do. It’s just…How long have you been here?

Iris: Um…A couple of days, maybe.

Yang: *a look of realization forms on her face*

Iris: Oh, are you mad I didn’t come see you sooner?

Yang: No. No. It just that…I was attacked a few days back by a kid who said some really weird stuff. But with you here now, some of it’s actually starting to make sense.

#lucifer #rwby #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #iris rose #extralife #bumblebee #future children au #incorrect quotes

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robinsonlandry64 · 1 year

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Dr Hough, Gregory Arthur

In reply, Hele-Shaw reiterated that scientific investigation was the lifeblood of any college and that he was pleased to have come across so many college students with a shiny future before them. By the time he left, Hele-Shaw had come to understand the scenario in South Africa and appreciated that establishing his 'trendy' college would be a very tough task. It’s a start, as is the inevitable march to summer, however the golf golf equipment around will need all their member’s assist in the coming months. So many fond recollections of you. That evening he bought his first six circumstances of wine for storage ever. I had flicked on the light swap. 20 years later, he owns his personal hedge fund and possesses one of the biggest multi-million-pound collections of fine wine from Bordeaux, California, and yes, you guessed it, South Africa. He was at all times a beautiful human being with a form coronary heart. My condolences to his loves ones. In loving memory of my darling mother. dr gregory hough Loved coming to visit and all the time felt so welcome. Will always remember your smiling face, your warm coronary heart, delicous meals and great sense of humour. Rest in peace my dearest Auntie Marcia. Your loving niece Arlene, Alon, Michelle, Danielle and Maya in Israel. You will at all times be remembered with love our special little soul & goddaughter. A million times Ive needed you a million times Ive cried, if love alone could have saved you you never would have died. We shared many "cool bananas" stories, laughed and cried at shared escapades. Always with you in our thoughts, so you had been a half of the party. I am so sad that you're now not with us. So a few years have passed by, some excessive crazy years. Thank you for at all times having a sort word to say to me and my colleague at our follow. Our hope for your family is peace, comfort and support from each other. Saddened to pay attention to of your passing. I went to highschool in matric with Gawaine. I wish I had had a chance to fulfill him again earlier than he passed. Love you dad, forever in my coronary heart. Not a day goes by that I do not consider you and miss you Love you dad, endlessly in my heart. Not a day goes by that I don't th ..... We are pondering of you more than ever today in your Yartzeit. I miss our afternoon tea and chats and think of you with love. The ones we love and miss are never gone . May Harry’s Memory be a Blessing to all those that knew him and cherished him . They proceed living in our hearts ..... Hele-Shaw thus grew to become enmeshed on this political and personal tussle for power. Thus he had envisaged Hele-Shaw's role as one that may create a sound technical schooling for the whole of the Transvaal, which could later, presumably, have been utilized to the the rest of the nation. Sargant had been irritated by this and had wished it to be made clear to Hele-Shaw that he had not known concerning the scenario by which the newcomer would find himself. He arrived in South Africa as Senior Professor of the TTI24 and in January 1904 the TTI opened its doorways to college students. We consider you all every day right here in Ireland but can't this time be ..... Dear Dad,I miss you every single day, how lucky I was to have a father like ..... My darling Mom, you're with me at all times in my coronary heart and in my although ..... Thank you for being a great father and verify out ..... Today would have been your 70th Birthday Mom.

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gwimulchorom · 2 years

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The rest of the time spent in Milo’s cloud house had been Myron shuffling the Deck of Many Things in her hands while Valyx paced around the perimeter of the room, the winged Kobold’s tail lashing in frantic annoyance to stave off anxiety.

“How’s Aldreth?” Myron broke the silence, putting the deck back inside its wine-colored pouch (she would withdraw cards eventually, in Drailaene’s shrine with her blessing), “When I left, you were an egg. He’d just escaped the Order of the Twilight Shroud, and your sister was a baby - an explosive one, mind you, it was why I came to know them in the first place.”

The copper scaled lizard stopped, turning on her heel to look at Myron once more. “He’s doing ok. Reon’s a lot better now, far as I knew. I wanted to get out of Phlan when the cult attacked, cuz Dad probably knew we’d just get associated with being a dragon cult crony and dicked over. He sent Reon off to Parnast by telling her that he wanted Potions of Hill Giant Strength for his monk training, and she wasn’t any wiser. Last I heard from her was that she’d tried to break into Stygia on an astral skiff.”

Myron shook her head, leaning up against the wall. “And Aldreth stayed behind?” she asked again, taking out a set of studded leather for Valyx to put on, “He didn’t seem like he would’ve left. He always thought that he had to pay for fleeing the Order after what he’d been blind to, and what they did to Reon.”

Valyx hummed a reply, folding her arms. “They did stuff to me too. The whole winged thing, and how I don’t have any magic at all,” she commented in reply, raising a scaly brow of challenge, “Reon and I read a lot while Dad was out and about. We both know that kobolds like me aren’t particularly common, but they’re usually skilled mages with the respect of their peers and fellows and when my magic didn’t come to pass, I guess it was because they messed with me before to take it all.”

“You know what happened to Reon yourself,” Myron sucked air through her teeth, offering Valyx a shortsword as a sidearm, “She was horrifically traumatised. Her psyche’s completely shattered. Aldreth must’ve showered you two with a ton of love to bring Reon back to the brink and become a functional adventurer the way she did.”

“Dad’s pretty great. He’s never whined or complained about having to deal with us both. I think that he’s gonna be proud if I work hard for you, auntie,” Valyx managed a toothy grin, “Not just the compulsion. He’d just sent me a letter at Dougan’s Hole saying that I should seek you out at Waterdeep, the slightly neurotic mage with a funky ass tower that obsesses over crafting.”

Myron rubbed her nose. “I was just an illusionist then, but I guess I must’ve made a name for myself. We can bring gifts when we clean up Phlan’s mess, go visit Aldreth and see if Reon’s home too,” she confirmed, squeezing Valyx on the shoulder as the other knelt down to start helping her with her boots, “Oh, you really don’t have to, I can get it on my own.”

“Gotta look the part of the squire, my lady,” Valyx’s voice was sarcastic, before tugging Myron’s boots off, “Don’t want folks accusing me of getting preferential treatment because I’m the daughter of a friend, you know? If you start getting too formal with me, you know my dad’s gonna be mad.”

“Aldreth must’ve worried about your smuggling affairs,” The glint in Myron’s eye was all knowing, “Sending you to me, an advisor to a Masked Lord, would grant you some immunities if you decide to try to toe the line.” At Valyx’s blank stare of feigned indifference, she scoffed. “Don’t give me that look. I was trained into being the perfect liar from age 10. You can’t fool me, I know the rules of this game far better than you.”

Valyx laughed softly, tail lashing out behind her. “Can’t fool you none, auntie. Yeah...he was worried that me smuggling things around Icewind Dale was going to get me into deep shit eventually. The Ten Towns don’t appreciate extensive shady business, and I won’t lie, I’d rather have been sailing anyway,” she admitted, putting the boots away within reach of Myron, “If something happened to him in Phlan, it wasn’t like Reon and I were going to show up to an empty house. He basically willed custody of us to you.”

“I’m a mess,” Myron scoffed, “Don’t know why he’d do this to me.”

“Well, you were the only person he’d really trusted, what with Reon’s condition and me be me. We’re kobolds in a world where the rest of your companions nearly had me killed on sight. I think that’s self-explanatory,” Valyx remained nonchalant in her response, “What’s up with that?”

“Greenest. There’s a lot to unpack about those,” At that, Myron shrugged somewhat haplessly, “You wouldn’t know, but your type loves mobbing people, getting the drop on them and then beating the shit out of all of us. Even at our current expertise, sometimes you just don’t know.”

“I think your companions are crazy,” Valyx retorted, mildly pettily, “I’m going to go wash up first, figure out what to do next.”

#my work #who lives; who dies; who tells your story | myron #who walks the tightrope for love? | valyx

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thestalkerbunny · 3 years

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When I’m sad and stressed and it feels like the world is falling apart around me in slow motion; I manic create. Which seems like I’m creating all the time so I guess that says something about me.

These are some Shop Keeper NPCS I made for Shadow Oaks, please look at them. There’s a lot of love here.

Auntie Yuan-Ti’s is a sort of fill in for that ‘small town chinese place that is family owned and it’s absolutely BANGING’ run by 3 generations of Yuan-Ti woman, Mama Hissha, Ssssarah and Ssssarah’s daughter, Hissaffany. Hissaffany runs the social media page, Ssssarah handles a lot of the store face stuff and Mama Hissha INSISTS that she be the one to cook everything lest they catch the wooden spoon. Yuan-ti cooking can be described as weird mix between Chinese, Indian and Mexican Cooking. A lot of spice, a lot of rice and a whole lotta nice flavors.

UnderSun is a tanning and nail salon run by two elves of the woodland and drow variety. They claim they’re sisters, but legally and biologically that claim holds water like a leaky pot. They have ALL the gossip tho. Tanya runs the tanning beds while Brittany does nails most of the time.

Spirits of the Wine is run by Raymond; an old school medium. He does pretty well for himself since a lot of people in town love just be raging alcoholics. He sounds like Moe from the Simpsons but he’s a lot prettier and a little more well adjusted....sorta. Rumor has it, he’s the son of a hag and one time someone saw him turn into a horned owl and fly off into the woods. But that’s silly. Hags don’t have BOY children.....right?

Evermore is a Raven Kenku (not a CROW) who runs the bookstore. He isn’t as well spoken as most Kenku but is working on picking up new words by letting the Ladies Book Club have their meetings there and listening to read aloud story time for the little kid. Evermore apparently is a sort of town legacy-his ancestor was one of the founding party members of the town. But you never hear him brag about it.

Something Familiar is the pinnacle pet store for all your critter supplies. Jaque is it’s sole employee as of now and he’s going to collage 40 minutes away to learn to be a vet. He loves all kinds of animals from cats and dogs to ferrets and fish-but the EXOTIC things make him nervous as they often bite him (like domestic griffin cats, Mini owl bears and Jewlery Box Mimics.) Mr. Muffins is his employer and actually a very important zoologist in the creature community. He’s always dragging in something new and weird for Jaque to deal with. He owns the store as a way for steady local income for his wife and kids so they can stay in one place and not hop all over the country like he does. His wife’s name is Felice-but he affectionately calls her Fleas.

Audrey’s Flowers is run by a Fey named Audrey and her druid husband Seymour. They seem like an idyllicly wed sort of couple and it’s not a strange sight to see Audrey milling around town doing mundane things like shopping or book club. It’s unsure how a 3 like Seymour is wed to a 11 like Audrey; what is known is that apparently Audrey used to have a very ‘unpleasent beau’ that was very mean to her that she tolerated until she met Seymour in the woods one evening. They have two children, Orchid and Audrey jr.

Short and Stout is exactly run by who you’d think it’d be run by. Brightglass the Halfling and his Dwarven Wife and business partner, Shirley. Their little boutique is the only one in town that hasn’t eaten absolute SHIT during the first year; mainly because they sell a diverse range of things and Brightglass knows how to operate an online store.

#TSB Draws #Shadow Oaks #Dnd #Dungeons and Dragons #Monsters #Fey #Tabaxi #Dwarves #Elves #wood elves #halflings #drow #human #kenku #yuan-ti #Shadow Oaks NPCS

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momiji-bookhouse · 2 years

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An Arm's Length Away [01]

pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x fem!reader

content: bodyguard!AU, fluff

words: 2.4k

a/n: Most of the flower and herb names in this work will be made up.

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[One]: Eyes That Talk

➺ Even among those who are willing to look past your reputation, you are not immune to some questioning eyes.

"The weather's beautiful today, (Y/N)."

"Yes, it is auntie." You say monotonously while sipping your bowl of miso soup, already being able to guess where this conversation is going, having gone through it in far too many mornings that it has become almost routine-like.

"It would be such a pity to waste a day like this being here all day, don't you have anything planned? Going to the city perhaps? Why don't you go to Ogura Textiles with me? I heard that Mio has some new kimono designs."

You had to resist the urge to snort at the suggestion. "I'm afraid if I'm spotted roaming around Inazuma City, it would be an unwelcoming sight, Aunt Sayuri. Words can travel fast, who knows what will happen if they reach the wrong ears?"

Sayuri's lips purse. "You're making it sound so dramatic, (Y/N). It's not like the people are going to throw sticks and stones at you."

You set down your bowl with a quiet sigh. "Perhaps not, but it's too close, auntie. I would rather not risk making a scene."

The older woman gaze at her young niece and shakes her head, unable to comprehend whatever is going on in her mind. "You worry too much about the trifling opinions of that person, my dear niece. It has been months, surely many have moved on by now."

You stay silent, intent on finishing your breakfast instead of continuing this dance with your aunt and risk getting into an argument with her like you did many months ago. Sayuri sees the way you avoid her words and cannot help the lines from forming on her forehead. Perhaps she was too optimistic in hoping that the people will have found another event to talk about, knowing far too well just how much they will latch onto something scandalous and hardly ever let the rumors die, especially when it pertains to the noble families.

Sayuri grips her chopsticks tightly as she imagines just how smug that woman must be right now.

"If you change your mind, (Y/N), I will be leaving soon after breakfast."

The rest of the meal is spent in silence.

In many ways, both Kazuha and your aunt are right; the day is too beautiful to not be outside. But instead of leaving the premises of the small estate as your aunt would have wanted, you opt to let the sun soak your body until even your weary bones tingle with warmth while in the comforts of the garden.

You let your fingers graze through some of the growing flowerbuds, smiling in satisfaction at the healthy, verdant color of the leaves.

"I'm glad these Moonflowers are doing well, for a moment I was afraid the storm yesterday had uprooted them."

"Once they mature and bloom, we will be able to bask in their moonlight glow that rivals the celestial body itself," Kazuha says beside you.

You make a happy-sounding hum. "I can't wait to look at them from my room, maybe I can finally convince Aunt Sayuri to open that plum wine bottle."

You drift over to where the herbs are grown, the different aromatic scents mixing together into a heady perfume and in a flash you feel like you are in another corner entirely. Another time and place where things are much simpler, where there are also plants and flowers swaying with the breeze, but there is also a warm hand gently patting your head and a comforting presence giving you a smile as soft as petals.

You close your eyes in defiance of the memories, but they rise like the tidal waves, twisting your heart with their ebb and flow. Kazuha looks at you from the corner of his eyes, the way they become downcast betraying his concern and worry for you. He longs to be able to use more than just his words to make you feel better, something that can ease the creasing of your forehead and turn your frown upside-down. Something that can convince you he is there for you more than his constant presence by your side.

An audible crash and clamor break the both of you out of your thoughts. You both look to the source of the sound, originating from the part of the estate close to the kitchen. You hear bits and pieces of Kana's annoyed voice as it travels down the open corridor, and a moment later you see her walking by, her whole face scrunched up into a scowl.

"Is everything all right, Kana? I heard some sounds from the kitchen," you ask.

"Don't worry my lady, we just had a minor accident with Ayumi. That girl is clumsier than I thought." She shakes her head. "Now I have to help clean up her mess. I just hope I will be able to make the delivery to Konda Village in time."

"Do you mean the herbs that Konda Densuke needs?"

Kana nods. "I was hoping her first day would've gone better, but now I see I have to keep a closer eye on her."

You blink as a sudden thought comes to you. "What if I make the delivery for you?"

Kana jolts, her eyes wide with shock. "My lady, there is no need for that! I cannot ask you to do my work for me!"

"It's perfectly fine, Kana. Konda Village is only a walking distance from here, it would be no trouble at all."

"But-" Before she can continue her protests, however, another sound of something smashing and a high-pitched cry is heard. Kana's face twists in disbelief as she looks at the place where the sound came from.

"Maybe you should go check up on that," you suggest while sweat-dropping internally.

"Then excuse me, Lady (Y/N). Do you know what are needed?"

"I remember. Dewgrass, chrysanthemums, and some crystalwort leaves, correct?"

"Yes, my lady." Something breaks against the floor and you can almost see a vein popping out of her neck. "I better get going." She bows before rushing off, leaving you to begin to harvest the aforementioned plants and flowers.

"Are you sure you want to go the village, my lady?" You hear Kazuha ask as you bend down to pluck some chrysanthemums.

"If it's Konda then it's going to be fine, Kazuha. Besides, my aunt is always nagging for me to get out of the estate, this should satisfy her for once." You stand up with a bundle of golden flowers in hand. "Can you help me with the rest?"

"As you wish."

As the Morimoto Estate is only a walking distance from the Konda Village, it only took you and Kazuha about less than an hour or so to arrive at the gates with the sack of herbs. The serene atmosphere of the place is only broken once in a while by the lively chatter and sounds of the few young children running and playing around.

The smell of freshly-made dye and food cooking over open-air stoves fill the air, and you slow down for a moment to breathe it all in. There's something about this place that makes you feel more at peace than the city ever did, something about the calm way the people go about their day make you feel at ease.

The head of the village, Konda Densuke, breaks into a smile when he catches sight of you. "Ah, Lady (Y/N), it's a pleasure to see you. Are you passing by? Or do you need something?"

You offer a small smile in return. "It's always good to see you too, Densuke-san. I actually have the herbs you requested from my aunt."

"Oh my, you didn't have to go through the trouble of coming yourself." His eyes glint in gratitude as he accepts the sack.

"It's no trouble at all." You wave a hand dismissively.

"Why don't you sit down with us for some tea?"

"Oh no, I simply can't-" Your polite refusal is interrupted by the cheering and hollering of the village children as they bounce over.

"Kazuha-nii-san!!" Futaba and Takeru each get a hold of Kazuha's arms while the rest crowd around him. "Play with us!!"

"Eh?! But I want him to play the leaf flute for us like last time!!"

"Ah guys, wait. One at a time please." His voice is drowned out by the children's shouts, and he can only look back at you with a pleading look in his eyes. Your only response is to give him a closed-eye encouraging smile as he gets dragged away.

Densuke shakes his head affectionately. "Come Lady (Y/N), rest a while. We have a pot of tea ready, and Eri has just made some of her famous dango."

You follow him to an outdoor table that provides a clear view of Mt. Yougou and its towering spires, dotted sporadically with pink and purplish tops of sakura trees. If one stares long enough, they may even catch a glimpse of wispy trails of light encircling the mountains, signifying their sacred nature.

You quietly drink your tea while occasionally chatting with Densuke and the other elders, for once your shoulders feeling light like air as the soothing atmosphere lulls you into its hold. You don't trick yourself into thinking that these people haven't heard the rumors about you, but they either don't seem to care or don't want to bring them up in your presence.

Whatever they think of you, however, the way they treat you respectfully and is willing to interact with you makes you long to pretend for a moment that all is well.

The melodic sound of a flute travels with the wind and you turn around to see the children staring at Kazuha with the widest doe eyes as he brings a leaf to his lips and somehow is miraculously able to makes music from it. Their eyes sparkle with wonder and they cry out for him to do it again, do it again.

You see him chuckling and your heart can't help but be filled with warmth. Kazuha may not be the most talkative person, but it's clear the children love him, and seeing him smiling like that makes you feel such joy that at times it concerns you.

He catches your gaze and something about the way his eyes crinkle and soften, almost unnoticeable, makes your heart involuntarily skip a beat. You clear your throat and take a sip of your tea, more to hide your reaction no matter what you tell yourself.

"Oh, if it isn't Lady (Y/N)."

"Tejima-san." You greet him as you see him walks past. "How are you doing today?"

"Not too bad, I did a couple of odd things here and there."

"That's good." You're relieved to see him looking much more chipper than the last time you saw him, though you can still see the distant look hidden in his eyes, no doubt thinking about his special someone.

"By the way, there are some merchants wanting to buy some dye here, Densuke."

"I see, excuse me then, Lady (Y/N)."

You nod and he gets up to approach a man and a woman with a boy looking younger than you by a few years by their side. The two of them spare a glance your way momentarily, their eyes becoming round for a second before they quickly direct their eyes to Densuke.

The boy, on the other hand, is not doing a subtle job at looking at you. His eyes flit back and forth to you curiously while trying to be discreet, but you notice the way his eyebrows knit together, as if he is trying to place you. There is a flash of recognition on his face, but before it could culminate into anything, the woman had tugged him closer to her while hissing something into his ears, right before sneaking an anxious glance your way. He didn't look at you at all after that.

Your lips become a thin line at their reaction. You're sure you have never met them before, but they seem to know you.

At once, the tea tastes like bitter ash in your mouth, and you want nothing more than to stop the shiver from going down your spine and chill your skin.

Kazuha, ever perceptive, notices your sudden change in behavior and stiffness right away, having witnessed the looks the merchants were giving you.

"Sorry everyone, I have to go now."

"Ehhh??? But we want to play more with you, Kazuha-nii-san!" The children protest.

"I'll play more with you next time, all right?"

"Promise??"

"Promise." He pats Futaba's head and walks over to you. "My lady, I think we should return soon."

You peer up at him, wondering why he wishes to go back when he was having such a good time, but also silently grateful for his proposition. "Yes, I think we should."

You get up and say goodbye to Tejima and the other villagers. On your way out of the gate, you see the children waving their arms at you.

"Bye Kazuha-nii-san! Bye Lady (Y/N)!"

Kazuha waves back, and their innocent and enthusiasm cause a smile to make its way up your face despite your sullen mood. Even so, as you leave, you cannot help but feel several pair of eyes on your back, like a weight on your shoulders.

The journey back is mostly silent, but as you look up at the sky, you pose a question.

"Say Kazuha, do you think the moon will be beautiful tonight?"

Your silver-haired bodyguard closes his eyes in thought, the corner of his lips curving upwards. "I believe that is something we have to see for ourselves, my lady."

That night, when everyone is surely sound asleep and you are still wide awake with nary a hint of sleepiness, you look out of the window – unable to see the moon.

There are a series of barely discernable knocks against the glass panes, and you would have freaked out if not for the recognizable pattern of the knocks. You open the window to see Kazuha standing there with a smile on his face.

"I haven't been able to decide whether the fact that you're so easily able to sneak near my room is concerning or not."

Kazuha laughs softly at your quip. "At least I'm someone you trust. That is, you trust me, don't you?" He offers a hand to you.

"Do you even have to ask?"

And into the night you disappear.

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#kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x fem reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #an arm's length away #momiji's collection

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Author's Notes ♡:Sooooo I wrote this once with no mythological background and it was so blank because one I half read and two it had no pizzazz. So here I am...enjoying this collab wholeheartedly. For some context the readers dad is Dionysus, yknow the festive, wine maker? So I tried to incorporate that with being a potions maker! Rappa is based on a mix between Behemoths and the Kusarikku, so i wanted him just a big and a bull man hybrid but not fully a Minotaur! I hope whoever reads this enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also I’m slowly realizing how much I hope this man)~ bunny ❥

Here’s the lovely masterlist of the others beautiful arts!

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names l, uh some heavy size kink (if you know who I based him on, also is one of my kinks showing yet) , Needy Rappa, breeding, Light cursing, a bit of a pussy job, female oral and a bit of overstimulation.

Word count : About 6.5k (ooof) !

Paring(s) : Bullman! Kendo Rappa x F!Reader

Summary : Being a demigod had perks, you could travel, you had god and goddesses as siblings and family members and of course the power! But what happens when you have to help a stubborn farm...pet?

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Growing up as a demigods daughter who owned a garden on earth was one experience. All types of people, gods, goddesses and hybrids needed her experience with all sorts of plants and other things from nature ; rather it be for healing medicines , a bouquet for an upset lover or for help with livestock growth, [ ] and her parents helped with every little working class they could. As [ ] went from child to young adult she was used to her fair share of men from every place asking for her attention. A human asking for her hand and giving her the bare minimum, a god, wanting to make her a goddess, or just simply flirting to warrant her attention. But alas to them all she gave them no leadway, keeping her same polite smile and overall sweetness to each and every person she dealt with. On a warm day in the heavens as she walked the sky castles grounds she ran into a farmhand, one she remembered worked for Demeter approached her hesitantly, his eyes wandering to the young maidens “U-uh M-miss [ ] right?” The male asked her , her eyebrow raising as a silent answer “Lady Demeter would like to speak with you, she need some help but she did not tell me exactly what” he said with a bow and soon turned to leave. Wondering what the goddess could want she headed to her ranch, watching the cattle and other animals graze. Suddenly the door swung wide, revealing the deity to her “[ ] my favorite niece how are you love!” The tall woman sing songingly yelled, hugging the wide eyed girl “Hello Auntie Dem, im quite alright! Uhm, what seems to be the problem? One of your hands came to get me” [ ] said as she took in the ranch home her harvesting aunt had, all sorts of gains, wheats, fruits and more spewed about in her living room “Ah yes! Your father told me how great youve become with your potions and mixes of herbs, being the daughter of Dionysus im not surprised! I told him to let you grow and do more now look at you, serving us gods and mortals alike!” Demeter went on, handing her confused niece a large apple as she took one for herself. Becoming her to a table by the window they both sat, eating on their fruit as she explained her issue.

“You see, i have a lot of cattle, different kinds, different kins and legacies, but im a bit stuck. My favorite mare, had a child a little while ago and he seemed to just be your average bull at first….but..as time went on he out grew his father, my prized minotaur bull and even his normal cow and bull family.” Taking a glance to the field they watched as the minotaur children and some sheep danced and played, other average cow cults running to join. Sighing Demeter continued “Hes a hybrid, my prized minotaur as his father and well, my biggest and prized heifer as his mother. He wont come out of the shed, doesnt deal with his other kind, minotaur or not. Hes around your age now, getting to be his prime but..he wont converse in the fields. Both his father and mother voiced concerns to me about his health but when i checked on him, hes fine! Fields away under a sun and away from my younger and ready cows! I dont get it! Maybe because hes more human than he is bull, he does have a human face and even body, just taht everything below is...well bull. Tail, those wonderful breeding-” “Auntie!” Before she could finish [ ] was hushing the woman, waving her arms “I get it i get it Bull bottom human top i dont need to hear about his loins!” She pleaded.

Laughing, the goddess reached to a pile of hay, whistling to feed some of the nearby cows “Ah you silly girl, I was only gloating about my finest bull yet! I even tried bringing him mortals but...he crushed them, saying they were too small. Every single one! Younger older it didnt matter, he wanted nothing to do with them and just squashed them like a bug under his hoofs! I'm at my wits end, Im not sure what he needs, and hes so large i cant just let him walk around the palace place, he intimidates the clerks and huffs when talked to!” Dramatically laying against the table she looked to the thinking girl, her eyes shining with an idea “Hey auntie, how about you take me to him, i can see if hes loss any weight or seems sickly anywhere. Where do you think hed be at this time?” [ ] asked “Ah you brave girl, what time is it, almost high noon? He might be in the field but its the one with my giant tree that he likes” Demeter responded, pointing to a large tree up a few fields with nothing much around it but luhs grass. “Doesnt even matter if i put up a fence, he walks on two legs so he just hops over it” She sighed again as the duo headed outside.

Seeing a tall minotaur coming towards them [ ] stopped along Demeter, her goddess aunt speaking “Ah Milvor, how are you and Altine?” “Lady Demeter and I'm guessing this is [ ], we are fine. The misses is in the field now, seeing if she can see our boy” He said. Realizing that this was the after for her case [ ] spoke up “Uhm sir have you noticed anything amiss with er-” “Kendo, his name is Kendo” The Minatour said “Ah yes with Kendo, anything seem to be hurt or missing from his way of life” She asked. “Well..not particularly. Hes always fought some of the other males here so bruises and marks are a common thing we see from him. Besides a broken horn he doesn't have anything major going on. Just that he refuses to be around anyone here. Even us at times when were out with the others” He said solemnly , looking at the girl. Grabbing her hands he pleaded “Please, help our son? I know he can be rude and dismissive but down there our sweet boy is in there, were worried sick about him” Milvor said, a sad moo coming from his approaching wife “Miss i do appreciate you checking on him, I just hope he'd be home soon” A half cow women spoke , coming beside this Kendo’s father “Well i'll do my best, it doesnt sound like hes too hurt or anything serious so i'll make sure to try and get him to be with you both” Giving a reassuring smile [ ] started off, heading to the tree at the top of them hill. Just before she got far Demeter called to her, handing her sweet wheat “Heres some of his snack, he sometimes will come back if we offer him more” She said. Taking the wheat and putting it in the side of her flowing peplos. Soon with enough treading uphill , she got close to the tree , soon seeing a tail swish from in front of the tree. Hesitantly she walked forward before seeing hooved legs, also covered in black fur, pop out from the tree. Placing a hand at the side that had no person on it she peeked over to in fact , find a rather giant back in the sun, small flecks of freckles on the toned skin. Holding her gift closer she walked to the male before hearing a snort “ ‘M tellin’ ya Elinor I dont want nothin’ to do with ya, go on, go back to the heard” A rough and deep voice said, a larger hand coming up to wave off whoever was behind him. Feeling a bit bad for this mysterious Elinor and offended, she was brushed off [ ] walked closer , standing at the ends of his legs until the male growled. “I told ya to-'' Stopping himself from yelling once he turned around he was surprised to find not hybrid named Elinor but in fact the small [ ] her eyes widening as amber ones looked down “Yer not Elinor” He said as [ ] giggled “And im guessing youre Kendo” She said as the bull sat up, cruising his legs and the curious woman in front of her. “Whos askin?”

He huffed as [ ] looked at him as she did the same , sitting across from the hybrid “A…. doctor of sorts. Your parents, along with Goddess Demeter asked me to come check on you, see how youre doing” she said as he huffed again “ ‘M fine, now why did they send you” He said as he watched her pull things out, paper , a quill, ink and is that..? Pointing to the bustle of wheat he called out “Is that… for me?” Blinking [ ] looked at the almost childish Kendo, smiling as she untied the snack “It is for you, I heard you liked it. Brought it in the hopes youd talk to me?” She questioned, holding a piece out for him to take. Hesitantly he did, gnawing at it as he hummed in delight, his tail swishing. “ So uhm… Doc what do want to know” He asked, watching as the smaller girl touched his chest and arms, squeezing lightly as she wrote down different things “If ya wanted to touch me ya shouldve asked” He teased, taking his own hand to her face. Felling he face warm up she moved back, poking him with a finger “Now now be good im just seing if youre injured. Besides that horn, do you have anything broken or doenst feel well?” She asked as she waved a pisces of wheat, making him focus. “Nah, im as fit as a fiddle” Side eyeing his response she still gave him a piece , hearing him hum in delight as she wrote more notes.

“So no injuries, no pain , nothing?” shaking his head he continued to eat , taking some pieces from her bundle as she reached for the uneatten pieces “Hey! No you get these as a reward for answering me not to eat at your leisure!” She scolded. Reaching as far as she could she grabbed at his hand before he lifted them higher, smirking “Well miss doc i want what i want, and I want my snack” He said before she grabbed his arm, poking a manicured nail at it hand “Well Kendo ill let you have it if you tell me whats wrong, without covering it up deal?” Feeling him flinch at her poking she did it again until he moved away , glaring at her through his bangs that hung low “Fine! Stop poking me though, ya nails hurt! And theres nothing wrong, i just dont like ‘em cows! They stink!” He said as he knelt closer, moving her from his arm. “They stink? How old are you 5? Why do they stink!” [ ] huffed back as he chewed more of his treat, looking to the flustered girl “Im 22 in human years little girl , and like i said they stink! Reeks like open sores and meat” He said as he kept eating , laying in the sun. Thinking over his words it dawned in her what he could be talking about “And what do i smell like Kendo?” [ ] asked, catching the half bull off guard “I dunno, you dont stink, Neither does lady Dem” He said as he turned to her. Leaning over she gave him a piece of wheat again but this time, pushing herself a bit forward, watching as his body shook before he took the piece , eating it. “Well Kendo, my name is [ ] and ill be checking on you moreoften okay? I need to run down to the house but ill be back if that's okay with you?” Silently he shook his head, watching her run off as he opened his still crossed legs, feeling himself unsleeth as he groaned ‘Shit...now why am I gettin turned on’ he thought to himself, rubbing away what he could before the girl came back

As soon as she got to the farm she was met with the eyes of the worrying three, the first to speak being his mother Altine “Oh! [ ] youre back!” She said, the bell on her neck dangling as she ran to the fence “How is my boy? Kendo is he alright?” she asked as Demeter and Milvor came soon after for the report “Well maam i can confirm he is healthy, not is wrong with him the only thing is..” [ ] hesitated as she looked at them “He might have a heat approaching, is this his first one by any chance?” SHe asked as they all looked at eachother, Demeter speaking up “Well not exactly, this is why I kept bringing mortals up here, he wouldnt mate with the cows, and even other hybrids! Nothing! Hed turn his nose up at them all and go back to that field. He actually broke that horn of his fighting a bull from a neighboring farm who wanted to cow that was trying to get his attention” Demeter said, sigh as she saw her nieces blank face , afraid she overwhelmed her “Its alright if you dont think hes fixable [ ] i can-” “No hes fine. I can help him, and i think it wont be that hard either” [ ] said, giving the group a smile. “Watch him for a few days for me , im gonna go back up there with him, see how he is then come back in a few days with some of my things, ill stay here as long as need be to help your son” She said as she gave them all a smile, going inside to get her something to eat. Soon she hear her aunt appear, shuffling about to give her a basket to put her things in “Here, Im so gald helping him is a easy fix” She said sighing happily as she continued “I know he should mate on his own time, but im more concerned for his heath of it all, he doesnt even release into anyone or even by himself” Glancing towards her auntie she took in a breath before saying something “Well, i know it has to be bad now, he even said the er, cow women here stink, so their hormone have to be covered with other bulls or maybe he genuinely doesnt see appeal with them” [ ] said. Thinking it over Demeter gave her an almost alarming look “Well if thats the case just as you arrived he asked me what i was cooking, that something smelt good. I told him I didnt have anything and he just retreated back to his part of the barn before leaving for the field again.” Slowly [ ] realized she might be in for more than she imagines but brushed it off. “Interesting..” She said as she took her full basket “I have an idea, im gonna see if his heat hits its peaking times in a few days, I do plan on staying here if youd have me here?” She asked as a delighted look spread across Demeter’s face “Of course dear child! I missed having you around! Your Father was bad at bringing you over, him and his festivals” Demeter huffed before she poked her nieces cheek “Besides! We can have a girls night, or well er, weeks depending!” She said as the laughed together “Well it's a deal!”

Heading back up the hill she saw that Kendo had moved, facing a running river as he sast in the sun once more, looking content. [ ] smirked to herself before grabbing some of the things she had ; a brush, a lavish soap and a towel. Heading to where the behemoth of a hybrid laid she noticed his ear twitched, before he opened an eye to look back at her. “Hey Doc, ya back.” He said as she gave him a smile, sitting beside his head “Why yes I am. You seem to be enjoying yourself” She teased as he smirked, turning to face her. “Well i do enjoy the sun, keeps me warm nd my hair soft.” Looking him over again she noticed that his hair was always up in a bun but his bangs covering his eyes, a different hue of color, more of a rustic red than his black furred legs. “Well about that...Im gonna give you a bath!” the giant bull flinched at her words, seeing the happy look gracing her face “Oi now look, ‘m fine i dont need no bath” He argued as she pouted “Why sure you do! I know you dont go when the others get theirs, and if that bun of yours is any indication, you need to wash all of that dirt and grime off. Now let me help you” She barked back, pointing the soft looking brush towards his face. He stood up, now overthrowing the girls height as he pointed a finger at her “Now look, I like being this way, it keeps those girls offa me if you clean me now they wont leave me alone!” [ ] sighe before stepping closer, pointing her own small hand at his face, moving closer “Now you listen to me Kendo, I have things to help keep them off of you, this is for your own health! I can leave you here, dirty but your hair and fur is gonna get so matted theyll have to shave you!”

At hearing a potential that hed be shave Kendo flinched, moving his bangs so his soft eyes could meet her determined ones “Theyll shave me? Ion wanna be like the sheep” he said she she gave him a satisfied look. “Well go into the water then and ill make sure you wont!” Reluctantly he sighed, walking into the river as she followed behind, pinning her longer robe so it wouldnt get too wet as she sat at the side of the river. Holding a hand out she waved him closer, the male coming to her as she undid his hair. To her utter surprise it fell down his shoulders, stopping just short of his waist. Gently she pushed his bangs back to see his pretty amberish eyes looking up to her [ ]’ed ones. He had a typical Bull hook through his nose , the gold shining in the warm sun. He was quite handsome, sun kissed skin and a clear face, broad shoulders and a nice body. Even with his mostly human body his horns, tail and ears were bull, on top of his legs and...neithers , that were covered in fur. Softly she traced a scar under his eye, the wound slightly tender as he jumped from the touch. Going to her wrist she tied a string to hold his long bangs up, a giggle falling from her lips as he almost looked like a younger child getting a bath “What're you lookin at me like that for” He huffed as she laughed more, pushing his face together “You look like an upset child is all. Now go ahead and dip in the water for me , ill scrub you after.” Listening to her, Kendo dropped watching as some of the debris and dirt washed off around him as he stood up, shaking his hair “Good enough?” He asked as she shook her head, pouring some of the sopa on the brush as she started to was his chest,making sure to scrub him as clean as she could from land. Sensing her struggle he reached to her, lifting her over his body as she squealed “Sorry, you were just strugglin so i thought i'd help you” Kendo said as [ ] hesitantly started to wash as much as she could, tapping his arm anytime she needed to move. Being up there did help, she was able to was his horns and his hair, revealing the rust orange and copper hair underneath. Surprised she ran her finger though it, giving him a shy smile. “See dont you feel a bit better?” She asked as he shyly nodded, noticing how her clothes clinged to her chest. He reached to put her back on land, coming out of the water himself as he allowed her to scrb his legs and hoofs, the dull black fur coming to life as he watched in awe. She didnt mind helping him, still came to bother him when he said he didnt want help and now she was bathing him. Kendo mulled over how helpful she was, and realized she was more comforting than most. After scrubbing his hoofs shiny she tapped his legs, signaling she was done.

“All right! Now that youre all clean and such Ill make sure you stay this way okay Kendo?” [ ] said as she went back to the basket, pulling out two apples. The bull in question watched as she came back to him, handing him the other one “Here ya go! Thought you could use something sweet” kendo took the apple from the girl, before biting into it, thanking hier softly as they sat in silence. Soon [ ] spoke up, breaking their silet aurora “So...ill be around here the next few days or so, ill probably stay longer, giving how nice it is” She laughed, looking at the curious male beside her “Dont be afraid to ask me for anything okay? Im here to help you” With that Kendo nodded, going back to the apple. Quietly Kendo touched her arm, making [ ] look to him as an unfamiliar look went over his face. Gently herself, [ ] put her hand on his, shaking her head as a signal for him to talk. “Would you mind...pettin me?” he asked before [ ]’s eyes went wide. Now feeling a bit more embarrassed he spoke up again “I have problems going to sleep, ‘ts why i like it out here in the sun, its warm , nd comforting…” Pausing he continued after he got his words together. “You do the same thing like the sun. Youre warm...comforting.. And make me feel sleepy...so if you pet me...ill be comforted to sleep..its what my mama did, but im too big to be in her lap” With that kendo finished, glancing to the girl who gave him a soft look “Of course i can! I have to get pick some more clothes up but once i get back, I can stay with you out here.” Shaking his head Kendo looked back to the river “Ya dont have to sleep outside with me just...put me to sleep” Unable to stop herself [ ] hugged his arm, looking at him through her lashes “Oh cmon you big baby, I dont mind it! Havent slept under the stars since i was a kid!” Brushing off her dress she ran a hand though his thick locs of hair, giving him another warm hug “Ill be back before sundown, now you be good” And with that he watched as his new found friend walked down the hill.

As promised she brought a blanket and joined him, laying under the tree as the large male went to sleep on her lap, contently humming as [ ] ran her fingers through his hair, making Kendo groan as he fell asleep like mentioned, hugging her thighs as he slept the most comfortable he had in weeks. Watching the hybrid sleep she saw all types of scars, some down his back , others on his chest. A few on his arms and only one on his face, plus the broken horn. He obviously got himself into different groups of problems, but he was sweet, not as curt as he expected. Running her fingers down his back she watched him shiver, going to wrap his arms higher around her torso. Giggling as softly as she could [ ] started to braid his hair back in his sleep, the moving under her ceasing as he was well resting once more. Thinking to herself ‘ If he’ll be like this it should be a breeze to help him.’ Oh how wrong she was.

A few days passed with little to no incident , [ ] going around helping with the daily chore and hanging out with her deity auntie. As the two of them sat in the living quarters, drinking a mixed juice that her father set them they heard a bell appear towards the window, it being Kendo’s mother “I'm so sorry to bother you , but i think something is gravely wrong. Kendo is whining in the shed, earlier he even started to-” Before she could finish a thumb came from his shed, followed by a groan “and that, he's been head butting his room” sitting up [ ] looked to his shed, seeing the door shut but large banging still coming from inside “Hey Auntie, is it alright if we could move him to the other field? I dont want his lashing to accidentally hurt anyone here” Coming besides [ ] Demeter chewed at her lip, thinking “Well, if we can stop him then yes, I'd get the boys to move it quickly”. With that answer [ ] got up, heading to the rocking shed. Taking in a breath she knocked, hearing that the groans subsided. The door slowly creaked open, showing a heaving Kendo “[ ].....?” He whispered, looking over her body as she reached to his forehead, pressing her hand against it. Hot, way too hot. “Kendo, sweetie come with me okay? We’re gonna go to the fields and we're gonna move your shed there okay?” Silently he nodded, coming out of his place. He was gasping, chest heaving as his eyes swirled a darker color than normal. Taking the outstretched hand of [ ] his larger fingers curled against it, following the light pull of the girl. Softly, He nudged her back “ ‘M hot..” he said as she looked back at him, making sure the fever wasn't wearing him down. He gave her a weak smile, rubbing the back of her hand “ ‘M alright princess, just hot” Kendo said as she noted how his voice dropped octaves. “Well theyre gonna bring a bigger shed for you out here and ill check on you every hour. Does anything hurt?” [ ] asked as they walked up the hill “Nah, but my horns are ackey.” “Is that why you were bashing them on the shed?” “Yeah...its like trying to scratch an itch you can reach” Kendo sighed, seeing his usual tree coming into view. As the duo got there he dramatically fell under it, pulling [ ] with him. “K-kendo! Careful!” she fussed as he let go of her apologizing as he drifted to sleep. Soon some of the workers had started working on the new roomed shed for him , finishing just before sundown as they would inform Demeter of where she was.

Gently pushing the deep sleeping boy from her lap she went to his new place, checking everything out. It was more of a small home than a shed, filled with a huge bed and a nice aesthetic to them, the touch of the goddess laced through the look of the place. Going around to sort some of the things they brought for Kendo, [ ] felt a presence behind her “whats all this..” the groggy bull said, ducking down to walk into his lavish bedroom “Your new home! I had them build something spacious but also not overwhelming, and these white are just so lovely.” [ ] kept talking as she soon felt two large arms wrap around her torso “ Ya did this for little ol me..?” He whispered as she ran a hand over his forearm. “I did...you need somewhere to relax in this state” She responded, trying to get from his grasp as he tighten it “Uh uh dont leave...tell me whats wrong with me doc..why cant I stop feeling hot...and anytime you come around I...cant help myself” He ended with a groan , burying his face in the shorter girls neck “Well once im sure of you being in a state of need ill be back okay? Just...relax for me and i promise ill be back.” finally convincing him to let go of her waist, not without a pained groan as he went to the bed, hazy eyes glancing over the short dress wearing girl “Get some more rest okay? Im gonna get something to eat and ill be back in the morning. Call me if you need me okay?” [ ] said as he just groaned a meek response, turning to his side.

Earlier the next morning [ ] woke up to an empty house. Stretching she found a neatly written note with some food on the table

Dearest Niece, Im currently headed to your Uncle Poseidon's place, I should be back some time later ; an update on Kendo, hes been begging for you all day, wont let anyone touch him or check on him. He should be awake now but do be warned ; He’s a lot more scatterbrained than usual

Auntie Demeter

Reading over the note again [ ] sighed, putting on her more comfortable and workable dress as she headed up to his new little house on his hill, the sound of groaning and whines coming to her ears as she got to his door. Seeing it ajar she pushed it open slightly, the place dark except from a crack of light coming from the window. Going to the shades she opened them, hearing a hiss from the bed. “Kendo its me..[ ]?” She called out as the wild set of hair came into view. He was even more disheveled, eyes filled over as he looke to the girl before growling, crawling out of the bed to her. With a gasp she was in his arms, body shaking as she was met with unnaturally feral eyes from the boy. “You left me yesterday..” he rapeseed out, burying his face in her neck again as she grabbed at his thick neck “Kendo honey, i told you id be back this morning didnt i?” She calmly said as he held her tighter, pushing her chest to his “Dont care, ‘ts too long” Realizing why he was so needy [ ] tried to reason with him “Well im sorry love, here lets sit down on the bed” Trying to get him to move she walked forward only to feel something large and hot push into her bare thigh. Nervously she looked down only to be faced to what she feared it was ; His hanging member. A wicked laugh came from above her as she was met with his ever lust driven eyes, a hand of his going to cup her ass and pull her closer “See what you left me with? No matter how hard i fuck my fist i cant cum, it wont come out” He whined and burried his face again, rocking himself on her thigh “Please ill do anythin..youre the only one who sgotten me like this...the only one i want..[ ] please princess help me” Overwhelmed but the situation she tried to pull back, eyes searching his “K-kendo youre getting yourself worked up relax-” Without warning he picked her up, making her screech as he brought her crouch to his face, inhaling as he whimpered, reaching down to his growing dick “Fuck you smell good, like flowers...and sweets..” Letting his tongue roll out he sucked over her panties, making her squeal as she gripped his messy hair “N-no kendo put me down i need to help y-you!” She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, a mutual groan coming from both of them. Soon a hard tug to his hair resonated, cause him to put her down as she barely touched the floor, hand grabbing his biceps “Kendo please, please sit down youre overworking yourself.” Trying to calm her racing heart she saw how hazed he was, his hand coming to wrap around his visually throbbing head, stroking himself as tight and fast as he could, looking at the awe struck girl infront of him. His hips lifted up as he was chasing a high but he soon groaned, thrusting meekly in his fist “I-I cant, fuck I cant do it doll, ‘t hurts...p-please” Finally snapping from her haze she got closer to Kendo, hand still trying to milk himself as she put her hand over his, stoping the motion.

“K-ken..ill help you okay? Youre gonna rub yourself raw at this pace..” nervously [ ] pulled his hand away, precum coating it as she gulped. He was huge, red and swollen tip curved in the right places. Even with his bull heritage he was still humanly manageable, but with a lot of work to try and get it to fit. With her staring at the intimidating size it twitched , curving up to his belly button as he gave her a lop sided snarl “ Cmon darlin, he... er, we need you . ya keep staring make me feel a bit exposed” He laughed as [ ] gave her own light chuckle. Facing her fears she wrapped a hand around his tip, a hurting yelp falling from Kendo at the touch made her eyes flicker to him but what she saw was pure lust, eyes blown with his tongue licking over his lips “Y-yes finally...shit I-i can feel somethin” Kendo couldnt help himself. Reaching down he grabbed her other hand , wrapping them tightly around his tip as he thrusted between them. “Mhmm im cumin, im gonna cum o-oh shit” As soon as she twisted her wrist to help him he felt himself twitch , spurts of warm cum splattering on [ ]’s face and the floor a he gave her a nervous laugh “S-shit doll face yer good...im sorry i couldnt hold it in..” he said shyly as [ ] gave him a sympathetic look, stroking over his still throbbing head. “[ ] please...can I fuck you? I-I promise ill go slow its juts the smell of you is..mhmm intoxicating” Kendo pulled her up from her knees, pressing his mouth against her clinging panties ,pulling them with his teeth. [ ] squeaked, grabbing his hair as he pushed her hips closer, trying to lick her. “W-wait ill take em off” Pushing at his shoulders she pulled the piece he had in his mouth out, sliding the flimsy lace as she came a bit closer, a growl coming from his lips as he pushed her dress higher, finally able to taste her. Throwing one leg then the next on his shoulder kendo fell back, making her fall onto his lips.

[ ] let a pitched moan come out, startled by his rummaging in between her thighs , his diligent uskcing on her clit taking a toll as she came, bucking her hips onto his mouth. Swallowing her juices Kendo flipped her on her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress up and over her shoulder to release her covered chest, now exposed “mhmm i want more of that sweet nectar baby why dont you give it to me?” whispering in her ear and now bucking his even harder dikc between her small lips [ ] started to panic “K-Ken wait I dont think youll fit!” ignoring her thrashing Kendo looked over her body, seeing how she shook at every stroke of his tip against her sopping core “I told ya ill be gentle, hold still [ ]...i wouldnt hurt my mate” The heaviness of those word took over [ ]’s body as she looked back to him, only to see the save behemoth size push against her ring of muscles. Agonizingly slow he pushed, letting his tip slide in as he pushed each small inch he could in, a whine falling from them both. Once he was halfway in he slowly thrust his hips, causing the girl to yelp “I-its alright i got ya okay? Youre fine...its okay im here” Constantly praising her , Kendo was able to slip more into her, each mini thrust pushing him a bit closer to her, the sounds of squishing and pleasure filled moans filling the room. Becoming overwhelmed at almost being full [ ] pushed her hips back to take the rest, making Kendo yelped and [ ] moaned, the sudden feeling of him bottoming out almost too much as he placed his hand on her stomach, feeling him brush her cervix. Swinging his hips more fluidly he started to pounder her even more, gripping her neck as he pushed her deeper in the bed “Fuck yeah i knew youd be my perfect little minx, taking me so well i cant wait to see you swollen with my babies” He huskily whispered , the stretched out girl too blissed at taking him whole to care about his words.

“I bet youd love being my mate, wouldnt have to lift a finger for anything , id take good care of ya..” Continuing his beating against her cervix he felt something strong hed never felt before, a blind need to cum hitting him like a train “mhm..please let me breed you, this pussys’ mine, all i ever wanted...ill make you a cute little house wife hm? Make you swell with cute little us running about.” Feeling her weakening clench over him he reached for that bundle of nerves, switching his hips to hit even deeper, his throbbing dick pushing against that sponge in her walls. Crying out [ ] fell lower, feeling him slip impossibly deeper as he sped up.” Cmon [ ] , babygirl cum for me..give me it..t-then i can give you what you want yeah? Fill ya to the brim so you can bear me a strong child….”Finally at that the little sense of control snapped coming from a particularly hard push and roll of her clit she was whining , grabbing the arm beside her head as angry red lines welted up. Feeling her hit her peak Kendo got to his knees , nursing her bud as she tried to tug him away, thighs shaking as teary eyes looked down to his fierce lust filled one. As soon as she started whimpering and pulling her hips away he stopped, scrubbing his tip along her folds as he entered without too much pull, [ ]’s mouth falling open “Mh..i'm so close baby...just wanted to look at you when I fill you full..” Kendo felt his tip twitch, making his hips stutter as he picked his pace up again, watching as her arms went are far as they could to his back, stretching his shoulders as he came with a growl, and almost audible sound of him pumping in her heard as she weakly pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a intimate kiss.

With care he pulled from her lips, seeing her eyes fill up again as he kissed tears away “Its alright...its okay ‘m here princess...its alright..I didnt hurt you did I?” Kendo asked as he looke at her slightly bulged stomach, a satisfied smirk on his lips “ Hey [ ]...” He started as she gave a weak hum he continued “Be my mate..I know i didnt ask before filling you bu...id be honored to make such a caring woman my mate and wife...treat you just like my father does my mom..…” He said, nuzzling her cheek before [ ] pulled his face up, kissing him lightly as she gave him a tired smile, rubbing his cheeks “I-id be honored to be your mate..take good care of me okay? Or Auntie Demeter has your head..” Laughing he kissed her lips again, sealing their new deal

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“You’re absolutely positive you can’t come with me?” Y/N asked Matt.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I work that day. Maybe you can ask Ty or Stefan or something.”

“Yep. Been there done that. Stefan has plans to hang out with Caroline and Tyler has another wedding to go to by some stupid twisted chance of fate. I hate June.”

“You can…well, I’m not even going to suggest that torture.” Matt said cutting himself off.

“What? Anything is better than the torture of my family trying to set me up with someone.”

“You could ask Damon, but then again, he’s literally the worst. I guess pick your poison. Damon Salvatore or wedding set up. Personally I’d go with the latter.”

Y/N patted Matt on the shoulder and sighed. “You don’t know my family.” She exited The Grill and reluctantly drove to the Salvatore Boarding House.

She knocked, and Damon immediately opened the door. “You know, I was wondering when the tension would catch up to you.” He smirked.

“That is not why I’m here, Damon. I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before starting her rant. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“And what do I get out of agreeing to this?”

“Um…I don’t know? The wedding is literally tomorrow and I have no other option so…I have no clue. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh? I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. What time does this wedding start tomorrow?”

“Wedding’s from 5:00 to 6:00 and the reception’s from 6:30 to 10:00, unfortunately, I have to help with setup, so I have to be there three hours early, it was almost five luckily I got out of that, but I’m not going to make you deal with that, so I’ll leave from there early, come pick you up around 4:30. Dress nice…but not too nice. You’re already going to outshine the groom. My cousin does not know how to pick em.”

“That was a very trivial way of you saying you think I’m attractive. I’ll be ready, and don’t think I’ll forget that you owe me.”

“I wasn’t saying that! And I didn’t think you would forget. Not even for a second. And one more thing, please don’t eat any of my relatives.”

“Oh I’m not that bad. Why would I eat one of them when I could eat you?” He said eying her from head to toe.

“Stop making everything sexual! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she brushed her hair to cover her red face.

He watched her as she walked back to her car, because let’s be honest with ourselves, he loved to see her walk away, then he shut the door and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

“Did Y/N just ask you to her cousin’s wedding?” Stefan asked walking downstairs.

“Why yes she did, brother.”

“Then you’re welcome. I don’t actually have plans with Caroline tomorrow. I told her that so she’d ask you. Don’t screw it up.”

“Really Stefan? I could’ve gotten the girl on my own. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Y/N is different. She likes you, but she doesn’t like you just because she wants to sleep with you. She likes you because she wants to be in a relationship with you. If you don’t want that, then don’t lead her on. Promise me you won’t lead her on.”

“Do you really think that low of me, Stef?” Damon asked placing his palm over his chest.

“I won’t hurt her. Believe it or not, I actually like her, and tomorrow I’m going to be a perfect angel around her family, and she’ll have no choice but to invite me to another family event. I will be the best fake boyfriend. Mark my words.”

The next day was absolute torture for Y/N to say the least. “Y/N, Mark and Angela have to be seated near the back. They have not earned the status of front and center. Move the cards.” Her cousin, Allison, was normally really sweet, but she was an extreme bridezilla.

Y/N rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She expected for Allison to follow her every order when her wedding came around.

“So, Auntie Bethany has invited a really cool guy to set you up with. His name is Reggie and he’s so much nicer than the last one.” Allison said taking a minute to rest, which did not bother Y/N one bit.

“First of all, I’m eighteen which is freshly out of high school, I don’t know why she thinks it’s so urgent for me to settle down. Second of all, mom is going to be real disappointed because I actually have a boyfriend now and I invited him. I mentioned him a few weeks ago to you.”

“Now that you say that, I remember you mentioning it.” Yeah, she didn’t say a word, but Allison bought it and that’s all that mattered. She’d been pushing her to get a date since the wedding was announced.

“Speaking of which, it’s 4:00 and I told him I’d be there to pick him up at 4:30. You don’t mind me leaving a bit early do you?”

“No. Of course not. Chloe, Lilly, and Amy will help me finish my makeup then I should be all ready! Can’t wait to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours.”

Y/N waved at the other bridesmaids, who all glared back at her for leaving them alone, and got in her car to get Damon. She knocked.

“Just a minute!” She heard him call. He opened the door a couple minutes later.

She smiled brightly. “You look great.” She said.

“Yeah, and you look…gorgeous. Your cousin was very generous with the bridesmaids dresses.” Damon commented.

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“Come on. If we’re late I will not hear the end of it.”

Once they arrived, there were literally like five minutes till the start of the wedding. “Shit.” She muttered. “Just sit down and avoid eye contact at all costs. I really wish she hadn’t made me a bridesmaid.” Y/N muttered the last part and got to her place.

The ceremony lasted forever. The only thing that made it tolerable was watching Damon mess with the dude sitting next to him.

“Oh my god. That was literally the longest wedding ever. Why the hell did she force us to wear heels?”

“On the bright side, you were definitely the hottest bridesmaid up there.”

She elbowed his side playfully. “Oh shut up. Now come on, we need to get going. If we’re late to the reception, my mom will kill me. I haven’t even got to talk to her yet.” Y/N to practically dragged Damon to the car.

Of course the reception was about as cliche as the ceremony. It was held in a big old barn decorated with fairy lights.

“There’s my mom. Come on, act coupley or whatever, and be on your best behavior would you?”

“Oh, Y/N I’m hurt. When am I not?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his antics.

“Hey, mom.”

Her mother looked kind of upset. “Come on, Y/N. You should’ve told me you were bringing a date. Reggie is going to be disappointed.” Her mother motioned backwards towards a guy who was already making out with another bridesmaid.

“Yeah…that him? He doesn’t seem too upset. I wouldn’t worry about it. Mom, this is Damon, my boyfriend.”

They shook hands. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much, and can I just say, you look lovely this evening. Speaking of which, where’s the lucky man?”

“Oh, he’s just over there talking to the groom. I’m glad that Y/N has finally gotten a boyfriend. I was starting to think she was going to be single forever.”

“Mom, cool it, will you? I’m eighteen years old. I just enrolled in college. I’m not getting married anytime soon. I know that’s how people in our family usually do it, but I don’t want to be married and have three kids running around by the time I’m twenty five. Okay?”

“You may feel that way now, dear, but wait until the baby fever catches up to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I need a drink.” She mumbled with hostility.

“Y/N Y/M/N! You are not drinking any alcohol!” Her mother scolded after her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. You just have fun. Raising a girl with that attitude must have kept you away from fun quite a bit.” Bethany laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Damon followed Y/N to the open bar, and found her with a wine glass filled to the very top.

“Dude, first of all you aren’t even of age, and second of all, do you really want to get drunk at a relative’s wedding? Answer, no. No you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I want, Damon. Just go charm off the pants of another middle aged woman.”

“I’m trying to be a perfect fake boyfriend so your mom will get off your back. Did you already drink one of these?” He asked taking the glass from her hands and swirling it around.

“Yeah, duh. Did you meet my mom? She makes it her mission to control every aspect of her life. I love her, but some alchohol would really help me love her even more. Here gimme that.” She said grabbing the glass from his hand. She downed the whole thing in one go as if it was just a shot glass.

“Y/F/N! No! You are banned from this bar for the rest of the night. Come on.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Damon...what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the least responsible one in this fake relationship.” She whined.

“No. I’m supposed to be like a real boyfriend which means I have to keep you out of trouble and do everything I can to make your parents like me which is what I’m doing.”

“Come on. Just let me walk. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”

“No.” Y/N huffed.

“Fine. If you want some douchebags looking up my dress then whatever.”

“Fine! Okay fine. I’ll put you down, but only because I’m your douchebag, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”

They ran back into Y/N’s parents.

“Did you get her away from the bar before she went psycho?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked.

“No. I took away the wine glass and she took it back and chugged it.” Damon said glaring at her.

“I’m fine. See?” She walked in a straight line.

“Oh come on Bethany. Lighten up. If you think she isn’t too young to get married then don’t you think in that mindset that she isn’t too young to drink alcohol.” Her father, Chris, said.

Y/N snapped and pointed at her dad. “Yeah. He’s totally right? Ready to admit that eighteen is too young for someone to get married?”

“Fine. It’s too young. Now no more drinks for the rest of the night, missy.”

She smiled triumphantly, but then she started sulking again. “Rest of the night? As in I have to stay here for the rest of the night and not drink anything?”

“Fine. You can leave like an hour early, but come talk to me before you leave. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Y/N smirked. “I thought you wanted grandkids?” Her dad choked on his drink.

“Y/N!”

“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding…mostly. Bye!”

“You’re a lot of fun when you’re not avoiding being killed by some type of villain. I like you when you’re not in serious mode.”

“I’m so so sorry that I don’t have any witchy woo or an immortal life, but you do have to admit, I am amazing with a crossbow.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure you are. Even though you’ve almost hit me multiple times.”

“Exactly. I’m amazing with a crossbow. By the way, Allison wanted to meet you. We should get that over with.”

“Okay. That was uncalled for. You can’t just change the subject after admitting to trying to murder me multiple times.”

“You would have healed. What do you want me to do? Fall at your feet like Elena?” Y/N asked clearly passive aggressive.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Stop walking for a second. Are you jealous of Elena?”

“What?! No. Why would I be? I don’t…I don’t even like you!”

“This wedding has proved that statement otherwise. Come on. Admit it. You. Are. Jealous. You want to get with all of this! You want to go for a ride on the Salvatore train!”

“No! No! No! I don’t! I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You... you infuriate me to no end!”

“But you like that don’t you? You like it when I get you all flustered. And don’t think I didn’t catch you blushing earlier when I called myself yours, given I said I was your douchebag, but you still blushed. Not to mention the fact that you put my hand back on your waist when we were walking back from the bar. You like me.”

“No I don’t! Everything that happened here was for show! It was for show.” She defended.

“The only reason you didn’t want to invite me to this wedding is because you knew that I would get your heart racing. Yeah. I can hear that.”

Y/N ran her hands over her face in frustration. “Oh. Don’t mess up your makeup. I can do that for you later.” Damon smirked. So what? His plan to be perfect didn’t last very long, but this plan seemed to be working just fine.

“Stop. Stop saying stuff like that.” She whisper shouted.

Damon leaned in. His mouth was only inches away from her ear. “Why? Does it…frustrate you?”

Y/N gave him a glare and crossed her arms, huffing. Damon smirked. She grabbed his wrist and took him outside.

Damon still had a smug look on his face. “You wanna know how you really make me feel? Yes, Damon! Yes you fucking frustrate me! You make me question my existence on a daily basis and sometimes I even wonder why me?! Why does he like me?! I’m no Elena. I’m not the perfect annoying ass girl next door, and I still don’t know the answer, but you know what?! Since you’re deciding to push me and push me until I explode, I love you, Damon Salvatore! I fucking love you!”

After seconds of tension filled silence and staring at each other, Damon smashed his lips against hers. She immediately kissed him back. She felt his hands gradually slide further down her back, until they were groping her ass. She pushed him away out of spite. “No.” She stated crossing her arms defiantly.

“Really? You’re going to be like this? Now?”

“Yes. Yes I am. Say it back and maybe I’ll be more lenient.” She sassed.

“I thought it was a given. I’ve literally been flirting with you and pining after you for months, Y/N. Of course I love you.”

“Was that so hard?” She joked. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time resting his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass making her gasp, and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. This isn’t your honeymoon Y/N.” Allison had walked out of her own reception looking for her.

“Oh, shit. Sorry Alli. So what’s up?” Y/N asked slightly out of breath.

“Well, I was promised that I could meet your mystery man, but you were nowhere to be found. I decided to look for you myself. Aunt Bethany was complaining about your grandkids joke earlier. I didn’t think you were serious.” She joked.

“So, this is Damon. Damon this is my cousin, Allison.”

“Nice to finally meet you. By the way Y/N, I connected the dots, and I realized after getting out of the point where I was completely freaking out, sorry about that by the way, that this is the same Damon that you literally used to call me just to complain about on the daily.”

“Hey, now. Let’s not bring that up, especially the things that I said…” Allison cut her off.

“She used to call me and talk about how annoying you were. I believe one time she called you a flaming douche nozzle? That sounds about right. Every single call always ended with her saying he is so infuriatingly attractive. It’s not even fair.” She knew she was embarrassing her cousin, and to be honest she loved it.

“Hey! He doesn’t need an ego boost! Trust me. I would know.”

“Okay. Okay. All jokes aside, if you are leaving, your mom and dad wanted to talk to you. Oh, and I won’t tell them about this little encounter. I know how they can be.” Allison winked and walked back in the building.

“Was it just me, or did we just get permission from the bride to leave? Come on we have got to hurry up and talk to my parents so we can get out of here.”

“What’s got you in such a rush to leave?” Damon winked.

“None of that. Stop. No. No. Bad.” She said pointing her finger at him.

“Relax. I won’t be myself, but only for you.” They walked back into the reception making a bee line to her parents.

“Hey mom, we’re about to head out.”

“Y/N, your lipstick is a little smudged.” Her mom said. Damon had to look away to stop himself from laughing.

“Huh. Is it? Must’ve been from where I got a drink. Anywho I love you guys and we will see you later.”

“Wait a second. Damon would you like to come over for dinner this Friday?”

“Of course. I’d love to Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Great. We cannot wait to see you again. Alright. I won’t keep you. Have a nice night.” They both waved goodbye to her parents and headed back to the Salvatore house. They walked in, and Damon poured a couple of glasses of bourbon.

“I have been accepted by your family. I’d say this calls for celebration.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink, dad.”

“Oh shut up. You can do whatever the hell you want when your parents aren’t there to witness it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, and flopped on the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep no matter what you say.”

“Come on then.”

“Where?”

“If you’re going to sleep then you’re coming with me to a comfy bed, not the couch.” Instead of waiting for her to reapond or get up, he slug her over his shoulder and took her upstairs.

“Goodnight, Damon.” She said sleepily.

“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”

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