#i missed it yesterday! but now I’m considering it a personal birthday present for today 😌😌

[forerussake]

best thing ever to find out on my birthday🙏🙏

LOOK AT THEM! LOOK AT MY FAVOURITE BOY! HE HAS CLAWS! I AM GOING FERAL!

i can’t wait to get my hands on this i want to eat it

edit: it has been pointed out to me that those are not in fact claws. but he has claws in my heart

#hhhhhnnnggg #i missed it yesterday! but now I’m considering it a personal birthday present for today 😌😌 #tbf the bar for positive things happening on my birthday is very low #seeing as i got tr*mp’s inauguration day for my 17 birthday #and the passing of my grandmother for my 12th #comparatively guardian vol2 cover is a godsend #guardian #weilan #shen wei #zhao yunlan #seven seas

[awanderingdeal]

Happy birthday, Finnegan.

I was writing this in the office at work the other day and my manager asked what I was doing and I answered that I was writing a story for my friend for their birthday because I didn't want to tell her I was writing fanfic. So, in true being friends with Lucy style, this is two days late. Sorry! No matter what, the creation of this character deserves to be celebrated.

This is set in an AU universe where the cubs are out.

CW: Food talk and a brief mention of alcohol

Rating: G

Please message me if I missed any content warnings or you think I need to change the ratings.

All characters (except Bailey, she's mine) belong to @lumosinlove.

“Friday night and the lights are lowwww, Looking out for a place to goooo,” Finn spun around the island, the wooden spoon at his lips providing the perfect microphone for his rendition. He halted in front of Logan, laughing at what he could tell was a disgruntled expression despite most of his face being covered by the hoodie he’d pulled tight around it, his hands covering the bottom half. “It’s my birthday, come and dance with me,” Finn pleaded, tugging at the overhang of Logan’s sleeve.

“Non, it is too early,” Logan grumbled. “Dance with Knutty.”

“Knutty is busy.” Finn threw a glance over his shoulder at Leo, smiling at the sight of his boyfriend humming to himself as he moved gracefully at the stove. Leo turned to meet his gaze, his damp hair forming golden curls that Finn thought made him look like a cherub.

“Here,” Leo tipped his head at the freshly prepared coffee. “Coffee’s ready, you can caffeinate him. Just needs sugar.”

Finn pressed his lips to Logan's forehead. "If bring you coffee will you dance with me after?" Logan huffed but nodded, pushing his hands through the holes in his sleeves to receive the steaming cup.

"Okay, deal, but I'm starting the song again." Finn's grin was met with a low groan. After drawing the drink out as long as he could, technically, Logan did fulfil his promise, standing to reluctantly move his body to the music.

Finn saw the exact moment Logan chose mischief, his bright green eyes lighting up even more than usual. "Catch me and I'll dance with you properly."

Finn raised an eyebrow, matching Logan's fast walk around the island. He was the first to risk Leo's wrath, picking up the speed to a jog, and took advantage of his longer arms to close the gap.

"Got' cha," Finn grasped Logan around the waist, Logan's head tipping back in an uncharacteristically bright laugh as Finn reeled him in. "You are the dancing queen, young and sweet," Finn sang loudly, spinning Logan away from him and pulling him back when their fingertips threatened to split.

Logan placed his palm on Finn's chest, letting himself be rocked to the music. "You should be singing this to Leo, not me."

Finn glanced down at Logan and despite the fact no words were vocalised in that moment, their eyes said a lot. In an almost synchronised moment they turned their gaze to Leo.

"Nutter butter," Finn said. "It's your turn to be serenaded."

"Oh no, what a shame, breakfast is ready," Leo smirked, pouring a generous helping of maple syrup over one of the bagel stacks; Logan's. Finn considered protesting, but the sight of his own plate was too tempting.

"The serenading will recommence at a later time," Finn insisted, grabbing one of the plates and carrying it through to the dining table. They didn't eat here often, preferring either the island or the sofa, but today it had been decorated with balloons and presents had been piled at the end.

***

"That was amazing, thanks Le." Finn already missed the stack of bagels; bacon and a poached egg layered between them, and dripping with hollandaise sauce. "Can I know what you've got planned now?"

"No problem, anything for the birthday boy." Leo swallowed a bite, sliding one of the wrapped boxes towards Finn. "We told you, it's a surprise. You can open presents though."

Finn worked his way through the gifts, too many of them from Leo and Logan. There was nothing extravagant but they seemed endless and each one reminded him how much they knew him. His favourite chapstick. A crate of beer from a craft supplier he really enjoyed. A set of massage oils and a promise to help him use them. Some monogrammed golf balls. And his favourite, a handwritten letter from the both of them that he would treasure forever. He read the cards from the rest of the team through damp eyes.

“Can you tell me the plan now?” Finn asked the question again once he’d worked his way through the gifts and the cards. Logan dragged his lips against his teeth, as if he was physically keeping the words from spilling from his mouth.

“Don’t give us those bambi eyes,” Leo shook his head, throwing a balled up napkin in Logan’s direction, the item hitting him square in the forehead. “Don’t you dare tell him.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“I can tell you want to,” Leo retorted. “We have to clear up first. Put the music back on. I want to dance now.” It was much later that Finn came to recognise this for the distraction technique that it was, hence the three of them were arguing over the lyrics to Montero when the sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment.

Finn opened the door, a bounce still in his step and swaying his hips to an imaginary beat. He blinked at the figure in front of him, closing the door for a second before opening again. “Alex!” Finn pulled his brother into a tight hug, slapping his hand on the broad of his back. “Sorry, I thought I was hallucinating. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see my baby brother on his birthday, obviously,” Alex laughed, squeezing Finn back until he struggled out of his hold.

“But,” Finn spluttered. “You were in Florida yesterday? I saw your Insta story.”

“I caught the first flight this morning, I’ve got to be back tomorrow for a photoshoot.”

“That’s crazy,” Finn said, shaking his head. ���You’re crazy.” He tugged Alex inside, leading him down the hall into the kitchen. “Look who’s here!”

“Hey Alex,” Logan thrust his fist for Alex to bump his fist against. Finn looked between Leo and Logan, both of their faces showing no sign of surprise.

“Did you know?!”

***

It took a while for Leo and Logan to convince Finn they didn’t need to come along and he should spend time with Alex, but now they were alone, he was realising exactly how much he had missed his brother. The conversation flowed easily, Alex having almost an entire lifetime of practise at following Finn’s leaps in topics.

“So, I booked us in for a pottery class,” Alex glanced at Finn briefly before setting his eyes back on the road. “I thought you’d like that. It’s very tactile, y’know?”

“Nice,” Finn grinned. “I’ve always wanted to do that. I hope you brought spare clothes with you, because things are about to get messy.”

It was true. Finn had binge watched The Great Pottery Throw Down, so he knew learning to make even the simplest of things would be more difficult than it looked, but somehow the two of them managed to get the clay everywhere.

“Alex, that's too fast!” Bailey, the instructor warned, but it was too late. The clay sloped to the side, thinning out as it flew off the wheel and hit Finn on the cheek.

“Oops,” Alex grimaced. “Sorry, bud.”

Finn sent a mock scowl in his brother’s direction as he peeled the clay from his skin, dumping it back on Alex’s wheel. However, O’Hara’s were nothing if not perfectionists, and the two of them were determined to create something good. Neither of their first bowls came out right; Finn’s was too tall and thin, Alex’s was short and thick. When they tried again, Finn overcorrected, creating something that resembled Alex’s first. Alex’s second attempt was going well until it spontaneously collapsed.

“Third time’s the charm,” Alex huffed, manipulating his clay back into a lump to try again. He was right, giving a triumphant smile as he watched the grey ball transform. His work wasn’t as good as the ones filling the shelves opposite, their price tags indicative of the skill that had gone into them, but it was relatively smooth and definitely a bowl.

Finn whistled through his teeth, admiring Alex’s work. He laughed as he looked down at his own third endeavour, a small stumpy thing that could perhaps hold five Cheetos. “I tried.”

“Hey, no,” Alex argued. “Give it another go if you want. You’re nearly there.”

Finn rolled his shoulders back, pursuing his lips with determination. Alex watched Finn push his foot on the pedal again, his elbows tucked into his torso as he worked the clay.

“That’s it, apply a little more pressure on the bottom than the top.” Alex encouraged him. Finn smiled, his brother was always his biggest supporter. It reminded him of the time Alex had watched him tie and re-tie his shoelaces over and over again until he’d finally mastered it and could prove to their parents that he was ready for that new pair of sneakers.

“I guess I’m not needed here,” Bailey joked. “ You’re looking good, Finn. How about you two wash up and I’ll get those mugs you wanted to paint. We’ll get these in the kiln later and they’ll be ready for collection in a few days.”

Painting the mugs was a much more relaxing process, both Finn and Alex decorating two mugs each, one for each of their partners. Bailey sat with them and Finn watched in awe as she quickly made stencils whenever they needed assistance getting the designs in their heads onto the ceramic. By the time they’d finished, the three of them had come up with an elaborate plan for Alex to get back at his team mate for filling his hotel room with balloons and Finn concluded that Bailey was the coolest person ever.

“Damn,” Alex glanced at his phone. “It’s nearly 4. Let’s get you back to your boys before I start getting threatening messages from Tremblay.”

“Trust me,” Finn snorted. “It’s Knutty you need to be scared of.”

“Crazy goalies, am I right?”

***

“Wait, why are we at the aquarium?”

“You’ll see.” Alex’s smirk was infuriating. Finn craned his head forward, excitement bubbling inside him. Alex rolled his eyes as the engine rumbled to a stop. “Go on then,” he said, tilting his head towards a modern looking building, all glass and sharp angles.

“You’re coming as well?” Finn asked when Alex slid out the car too, locking the sleek black rental behind him. “Not that I mind.I just thought you had a flight to get?”

Alex shook his head. “ No, I’m not staying for long. I want to see your reaction though.”

“My reaction to what? We all know I love the aquarium but I’m not going to explode or anything.”

“I told you, you’ll see.” There was that smirk again.

Finn held in the urge to stamp his foot. “Urgh! You’re so annoying.”

“Love you too,” Alex laughed, pushing through a set of tall glass doors. A sarcastic quip rested on Finn’s tongue, but it shattered as he looked up to see Leo and Logan waiting in the entrance, backpacks slung over their shoulders.

“Lo! Knutty!” Finn jogged the short distance, “I missed you.”

“Glad to know I’m such good company,” Alex deadpanned.

“It’s only been a few hours,” Leo chuckled, accepting Finn’s hug. Finn smiled, lifting his head for Leo to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah, we went to this pottery studio, and then we got burgers and shakes like we used to when we were kids,” Finn nodded. Oh! I made you something.” He turned to Alex who had stepped into place beside him, holding his hands out. Alex grunted, but pulled the tote bag from his shoulder, placing two carefully wrapped items into his hands. “Open it!”

“Alright, give us a chance, Harz,” Logan laughed, tearing at the delicate tissue. Leo was much more methodical, peeling back the layers neatly enough the paper could probably be re-used.

“Did you do this?” Leo looked between the mug and Finn. He ran his fingers over the shiny glaze, a dark blue with tiny white stars scattered over. Inside, a moon phase created a border around the rim.

“I didn’t make the mug. We made bowls, but they won’t be ready for collection for a few days. I did paint it though. With some help from stencils. There’s a little note in the paper somewhere.”

“I couldn’t bring you the real ones, but hopefully these will do,” Leo read, his voice cracking slightly towards the end of the sentence. “Finn.”

Logan whined, the sound curling in the back of his throat. “It’s your birthday, you’re not supposed to give us things.” The mug he held had been painted white and the words ‘sweet like honey’ written over it in Finn’s neatest attempt at cursive along with several bees.

“Do you like it?” Finn rocked on his feet and Alex knocked their shoulders together, a small gesture of reassurance. “Look it’s you,” he pointed out a bee that had a small red cap on its head. The French left Logan’s mouth so quickly Finn couldn’t even begin to parse the words, let alone make any sort of effort to translate them.

“He’s mad that you are making him emotional in public,” Leo provided at Finn’s distressed frown.

“Aww, you do like it,” Finn grinned, wrapping his arms around Logan.

“Be careful! You’re going to break it.”

Alex cleared his throat. “As beautiful as this is, I’m going to have to go soon, so if we could do the big reveal?”

“Alex,” Finn almost growled. “I swear I will phone Nat - wait, what big reveal?”

Leo swung a backpack off his shoulder. Finn only now realised he was carrying two, one of which belonged to Finn. “We’re staying at the aquarium!”

“Well, yeah? Why else would we be here?”

“Non, Harzy, “ Logan laughed. “We’re sleeping at the aquarium. Overnight. Under the shark tunnel to be precise.”

“Oh my fucking God!” Finn couldn’t contain his grin as pulled Leo into the hug too, “Is this a joke? This better not be a joke.”

“Fish, there are children around,” Leo scolded. “And no, it’s not a joke. That would be mean.”

Finn let his boyfriends go, spinning around to face Alex. “Al, are you sure you don’t want to stay? This is going to be so cool!”

“I really have got to go soon,” Alex shrugged, a soft smile on his lips. He jerked his head in Logan’s direction. “Somebody count how many times Finn screams though, please.”

***

“Look!” Finn gasped, pointing up at the glass tunnel above where the three of them lay in their sleeping bags. “It’s a nurse shark.”

Logan rolled over, propping himself on his elbow and looking at Leo. “We’re not getting any sleep tonight are we?”

“I don’t think so.” Leo chuckled, shaking his head. He pointed to the tunnel. “What’s the weird looking one, Fish?”

“That’s a wobbegong, they blend into the sand,” Finn answered, curling into Leo’s side. Logan lay back down behind him, having offered Finn the middle spot for tonight. “This has been the best birthday,” he sighed happily.

“Happy birthday, Harzy,” Logan squeezed his hand through the layers of their bags. “Tell us more about the sharks.”

#finn o'hara #alex o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #lumos in love #rating: g #cw: food #cw: alcohol

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter one

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca sees her again in the most unexpected place.

rating: M (drug abuse, mention of sexual abuse in later chapters) word count: 2,100

ao3 link

*

“Any messages, Gina?”

Beca Mitchell strode out of the elevator, high heels clicking on marble flooring on her way to her office.

Her assistant rushed to walk alongside her, notebook opened as she handed Beca her second coffee of the day, which Beca took with an appreciative smile.

“Mr. Mendes needs to push back his meeting to Thursday, and Mr. Hozier-Byrne is waiting for a call back, preferably before 2 as he’s five hours ahead.”

Beca rounded the corner to her office and dragged her leather desk chair back, shrugging off her woolen trench coat and draping it over the back. “Got it, remind me what I have planned today?”

“You’re having lunch with Mr. Zimmer at the Plaza to discuss Jesse’s project, and apart from the weekly team meeting at five, you’re expected at Edgy Reggie’s party from 10 pm at the Sapphire.”

A groan surfaced from Beca’s throat and her eyes slammed shut as she plopped down on her chair. “I forgot about that. Luke can’t go?”

Gina winced and shook her head. “Family dinner.”

“Family dinner, my ass. His whole family lives back in fucking England,” Beca muttered before she could help it, throwing her assistant an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Thanks, Gina. Hold my calls until ten, please?”

“Of course, Ms. Mitchell.”

As she did every morning while sipping her coffee, Beca listened to demos over the next hour, forwarding them to Luke if any of those yet-unknown artists spiked her interest enough to sign them into their label.

The rest of the day consisted of two meetings, a dozen calls, countless email exchanges, and not enough studio time. A thick blanket of darkness had veiled the city by the time she closed her laptop and called it a day. She stretched her neck and took a moment to gaze at the lit skyscrapers through her floor to ceiling windows, sighing softly.

It was sometimes weird to think about how this was her life. How the asocial, grumpy freshman from thirteen years ago had made it to the top of the music business and now co-owned one of the biggest labels throughout the country.

Scratch that, throughout the  world.  

Snapping out of her daze, Beca stood and slipped on her coat, plucking her phone off the desk to call herself a Lyft home. She had just about time to take a shower and eat dinner before heading to that stupid party.

*

Beca could think of a million things she’d rather be doing right now as she strode down the wet sidewalk towards the lit  GIRLS  red neon sign in the distance a couple of hours later.

She told herself one drink, an hour tops, then she could head home, put on her pajamas, and finish that true-crime TV show she started yesterday.

“Name?” A dude bulkier than the freaking Rock asked her as she made it to the club door.

“Um, Beca Mitchell. I’m Edgy Reggie’s producer.”

Her artist had privatized a strip-club for his celebration party over his album hitting Platinum, and Beca couldn’t  not  show up, as... well, he was an important client and brought her label the big bucks.

The guy checked his clipboard and nodded, hitching his thumb over his shoulder. “You’re good to go.”

Casting the bouncer a nod, Beca ducked inside the dimmed, crowded club, wincing at the crappy music heavily pumping through the speakers. Three girls in bikinis and heels stood on platforms, twisting their bodies around dancing poles as dozens of dudes reclined back in leather sofas, shamelessly ogling their forms.

Beca’s nose crinkled as she scanned the room for her artist.

“Yo, Beca!”

Her gaze snapped to the left corner, catching sight of Edgy Reggie (he didn’t want to change his stage name, no matter how much Beca insisted) waving her over.

“Hey,” she cast him a tight-lipped smile, tucking her straight hair behind her ears. She nodded at the other dudes sitting around the low table. “What’s up.”

“Guys, this is the girl behind the magic of my album,” Edgy Reggie explained, throwing an arm over her shoulders before Beca could squirm away. “She is  fire. ”

Beca chuckled awkwardly, then pointed over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink.”

Maybe two come to think of it, so she could get herself through this.

She headed to the bar and ordered an old-fashioned, fishing in the inside of her coat pocket for her credit card.

“Thanks,” she muttered when the barmaid (also clad in a bikini that left very little to the imagination) came back with her drink, handing her her card just as the club’s speaker made an announcement.

“Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome to the stage…  Ariel! ”

The crowd cheered and hooted, Beca glancing over her shoulder to see what all the fuss was about.

There was no amount of alcohol that could have prepared her for the scene unfolding before her.

There, on the main stage, strutted in a redhead, only wearing a silver g-string and high heels. Beca would have recognized that shade of hair anywhere, and while the lighting in the club was low, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this girl -- Ariel -- was her former best friend.

Her former best friend who had dropped from the face of the Earth almost five years ago, without so much as an explanation. She hadn’t just stopped talking to Beca, but to all of them, even Aubrey. She was nowhere to be found on social media and when Beca had tried calling her after six months without news, she found out Chloe’s phone number had been disconnected. It wasn’t like they talked on a daily basis before that. After three years spent living on opposite sides of the country, the texts started coming further in between, their communication coming down to a few check-ins a year and on birthdays, until they eventually stopped.

Fearing the worst, Aubrey had called Chloe’s parents, who assured her she was fine, working as a vet in NYC and in a committed relationship. While relieved, the news stung Beca, as it was clear Chloe had deliberately ceased contact.

It took some time, but Beca eventually stopped thinking about her so much, especially when she started getting successful as a music producer and pouring her time and energy into her projects. She soon won her first Grammys, Gold, and Platinum records featured in notorious magazines and talk shows. She could stop working tomorrow and money wouldn’t become an issue, but Beca didn’t like to boast about her fortune, or fame, for that matter.

Despite being insanely busy, she still kept in touch with the other Bellas in their group chat, but she hadn’t seen any of them in a couple of years, missing the last reunion because of her job.

Beca’s mind steered back to the present, where the once most important person in her life was currently dancing for money. Men were staring hungrily at her as she sensually moved around the pole or bent over with her ass in the air to collect dollar bills from the floor, and Beca suddenly felt sick.

This couldn’t be her dream job, right? Something  had  to have happened for her to settle for this.

Beca grabbed her drink and knocked it back, flagging the barmaid down for another as her mind reeled as to what to do.

She needed to talk to Chloe. In private. Tonight, as soon as she finished… parading in front of these disgusting fuckboys. Only… she wasn’t sure Chloe wanted to talk to her.

“Hey,” she said when the barmaid came back as an idea struck. “How do I get a private lap dance with one of the girls?”

The girl raised a surprised eyebrow. “Backroom, hun. Who do you want?”

“Ariel.”

The platinum blonde let out a curt laugh. “Ariel doesn’t do lap dances, babe.”

Beca’s eyebrows knitted together in a heavy frown. “Why not?”

“Because she’s the boss’ favorite.”

Beca didn’t know what that meant exactly, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out as another wave of nausea swept over her insides. “Is your boss here tonight?”

The barmaid scanned the room quickly, nodding. “He’s the guy over there in the suit.”

“Thanks.” She took her drink and headed over to where the fifty-something dude was talking to another guy. Stepping up to them, she ignored their glares over her interrupting their conversation. “Hey. Are you the manager?”

The dude who looked like he ran a mafia mob turned a bit more towards her. “What’s this about?”

“How much for a private dance with Ariel?”

His gaze flickered over Beca’s shoulder towards the stage, then sized Beca up, unimpressed. “She’s not available, kid.”

Beca gritted her teeth at the condescending tone of his voice. “Not even for ten grand for twenty minutes?”

He slow-blinked, then burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m being serious. Ten grand, twenty minutes. Alone in a room, just the two of us.”

The man’s expression hardened. “And I said she’s not  available .”

“Twenty grand.” Hell, she’d throw half a million on the table if that’s what was needed to talk to Chloe. After a beat, she added, “And no touching. That’s not what I’m here for.”

The manager seemed to consider her offer for a handful of seconds. “You got the money?”

Dammit.  She couldn’t withdraw that much right now, she needed to call her bank. “Tomorrow night.”

He smirked, snickering. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He turned back to his buddy, leaving Beca grumbling under her breath as she turned around and stalked out of the club. She couldn’t stay. She couldn’t stand the sight of Chloe objectifying her body for money.

As soon as she got home, Beca fired up her computer and typed in Chloe’s name in her browser. Apart from old stuff on the Bellas, she found nothing relevant. Chloe appeared to still be MIA from any social media.

Beca grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts, bringing the device to her ear.

“What’s wrong?”  

“How do you know something’s wrong?”

“We call each other twice a year on our respective birthdays and stick to the Bellas chat for the rest.”  

Beca nibbled on her bottom lip. “I found Chloe.”

A long stretch of silence on the other end of the line followed.  “What?”  

“I saw her tonight, Aubrey.”

“Where??”

“At a strip club. She’s… a stripper.”

“What? Did you talk to her?”  

“No. She was performing on stage. But I will. I’m… buying a lap dance from her tomorrow. I figured… she’ll have to listen to me since she’s being paid for it.” Her eyes slammed shut, scrunching up her nose. “I don’t know. It might be a bad idea, but-- I just wanna make sure she’s okay, you know?”

“Yes, of course. Keep me posted?”  

“I will. Talk to you soon.”

Beca shuffled to bed after that, but sleep never came. Her mind kept reeling about Chloe, about what she might say to her once they were face to face, and the possibility that Chloe might shoot her down and refuse to talk to her.

She spent her Saturday trying and failing to make some progress on an ongoing project, willing time to tick faster so she could head back to the club. Mid-afternoon, she headed to the bank to withdraw twenty grand, tucking the envelope in her purse.

“Why does it feel like you’re doing something illegal, Beca?” She muttered to herself on her way out of the bank, slightly paranoid about carrying so much cash on her.

The club was just as crowded when she got there around 10 pm. A different girl danced on the main stage and the manager was nowhere in sight, so Beca perched herself on a stool at the bar, ordering herself another old-fashioned.

“Is your boss around?” She asked the barmaid, a different girl from last night.

“Who’s asking?”

“Tell him the person who wants Ariel is here.”

The girl’s eyebrows shot up at that but she didn’t say anything, nodding before strutting away. Beca sipped at her drink for the next twenty minutes, keeping her back to the stage.

The manager eventually appeared in her peripheral, and he leaned an elbow over the counter, lacing his fingers. “So what’s so special about Ariel?”

Beca slowly set her drink down and fished for the envelope, pushing it towards him while keeping her gaze straight ahead. “I like redheads.”

He plucked the envelope off the counter and peered inside. Twenty stacks of ten hundred dollar bills in exchange for twenty minutes with Chloe.

He nodded. “Follow me.”

Beca finished the rest of her drink, the alcohol managing to muffle her nerves some as she followed the manager towards the back of the club, and down a set of stairs. Her heart pumped hard in her ears and her palms started to sweat as she was led inside a dimly lit room with a handful of sofa chairs and a small stage with a dancing pole, some kind of music that seemed straight out of a porno carrying through the speakers. A spiral staircase was tucked in the right corner, and she guessed that is where the strippers made their entrance from.

Beca wondered how far things usually went in these kinds of private rooms.

She wondered how far  Chloe  went.

She cast the guy a tight-lipped smile and a nod before he closed the door, and paced the room for a little while, eventually lowering herself on one of the leather chairs and wiping her palms on her designer slacks.

The clicking of heels over metal made Beca’s spine snap straighter. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder as the steps grew nearer, digging her nails into her thighs as a new round of nerves gripped her insides.

“Good evening, sweetheart,” the huskiness of Chloe’s voice made Beca swallow, and she felt a hand run over her shoulders as Chloe approached from behind.

Glancing up, Beca met familiar, ocean blues.

#bechloe #bechloe fic #bechloe fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #pieces

[pluviophile-bookworm]

High School Musical: The Musical: The Series: The Rewatch pt.3

Ok, full disclosure: I should not be doing this right now. But I've been thinking about it since yesterday and, well, I reckon I can go over 1x4 and 5, and then move on to my actual work. So here we are. I'm really, really excited for these two, so without further ado, I'll dive right into:

1x4: It's hard to believe that I couldn't see... the majority of what happens in this episode when I first watched it

Why is Nini such a pro at making a scene with whoever her current boyfriend is in the middle of a public place? I mean, I get it that she's upset about EJ going through her phone — who wouldn't be — but maybe - and this is just a friendly suggestion — she could try and discuss that in private, not start a shouting match within view of all their classmates. Just saying.

'Ricky would never steal my phone' — well, perhaps not, but he's not quite above deleting stuff from it, either... I wonder if whoever is writing this show knows that there are many other ways to make a relationship unhealthy... it's not funny anymore. Just repetitive.

Ahhh Natalie and her emotional support hamster! At least there's one good thing about this scene.

Sure, Ricky, blame Big Red for the fact that you misplace your stuff... a very nice best friend he's got, indeed.

Gosh, everything is so awkward and there is just so much tension all over the place — Ricky's parents, then EJ and Nini, and then Carlos just being oblivious to the fact that they just broke up... you know, that last part just made me laugh. And then Ricky's reaction to his parents legally separating just broke my heart. That boy's been through too much.

Big Red being completely clueless about theatre terms is super funny and endearing, but let me just put myself in his shoes for a sec. He's followed his best friend into a badly thought-out scheme to get back together with his ex, got dragged into joining the crew, and is now expected to know what everything is. I would not put up with that... ok, who are we kidding, I'm a massive pushover and would put up with anything, but my point is... he shouldn't have to. At least people are doing the bare minimum to help him learn and nobody's laughed at him for not knowing. That's the good thing about this crew.

Ok, so I have posted about my thoughts of their take on What I've Been Looking For before, back when the episode was brand new, so I won't go into detail about that. In short, I think they've got the arrangement all wrong considering that it is a plot point in the original movie, but... the execution is funny. The scene is about Nini and EJ's post-breakup tension and it shows. I just kind of wish now Miss Jenn had pulled Nini out and put Gina in, even just for this rehearsal — and I might or might not be saying this as a Portwell shipper.

Miss Jenn is done with the students' personal drama and honestly, I'm right behind her. These kids are being completely unprofessional — and well, I realise that we can't expect them to be professional at this stage, but... they could at least try to concentrate on rehearsal and not their personal lives for a second.

Ricky hugging a cushion is my spirit animal. That's it, that's the comment.

Ahhh the tension between EJ and Gina though... 'around here seniors don't follow sophomores' — well, we'll see how it goes, Mr. Senior.

What gives Nini the right to shout at strangers about their relationship? I am honestly so frustrated with her these days. Wonder why I never was during season 1. The reasons are all there.

'He loves you' — yeah, like a little sister, he does. Also, Ash is so precious, always trying to see the good in other people. EJ 1.0 is so lucky he had her as an example.

Ok, I'm not going to go into what an amazing best friend Big Red is because we all know that (plus I'm saving it for a certain scene in 1x5), but this must be so hard for him. I mean, he's trying his absolute best to help Ricky feel better and distract him from his problems, and Ricky is turning everything down. I mean, I guess I understand where he's coming from too, but I'm unable to look at things through the lead-centric lens alone anymore. I'm more aware of non-lead characters now (some more so than others) and this is putting a whole new spin on my perception of everything that happens.

I've got no idea how Big Red can sleep with all this noise, though. I could never. But to each their own.

'perfect on paper' — that's EJ 1.0 to a T. I've got to give Nini that.

Ricky wearing the pride t-shirt... we love to see it.

See, this is why I keep forgetting why I ever shipped Rini and then remembering again... their chemistry is just so on-again-off-again, and here it's definitely present, but I just need a couple with consistent chemistry, you know. Hey, isn't that kind of what All I Want is about? Kind of. I don't know. I've been unable to listen to that song ever since it got big irl. I have this... problem with media that becomes popular and mainstream... I mean, I never hold a grudge against things just for being popular, but I just... relate to underrated stuff much easier. Not because it's underrated, but it just so happens that nearly everything I like and relate to is underrated in some capacity. Even HSMTMTS itself — it's practically unheard of here in Bulgaria, so I would not have found it if I hadn't been looking for it specifically. Ok, this comment got derailed several times. I guess I'll just stop here and move right on to 1x5 at this point.

1x5: A bedazzled tablecloth, a perfectly balanced unicycle and bad reception at the barn... not the perfect ingredients, but they can still... Work This Out

'Miss Jenn says that's a life in the arts... well, that and almost constant unemployment' — alright, I know this line is not supposed to be funny, and that it's a painful reality for a lot of people, but... maybe it's the delivery. I just laugh every time.

See, this is what I mean when I say I want to see consistent chemistry — Seblos have it. I mean, I really don't want to jinx things, but... they do.

Big Red seems to be in a more... outspoken mood today, I guess you could say. Too bad Ricky is still shutting everything he says down. Seriously, Big Red and Seb should start a club for people who try their best to be there for their loved ones and still keep being shushed.

I might be super frustrated with nearly everything Nini says and does (can somebody please tell me why that is?), but... flushing her dress down the toilet? Major mood.

Listen, I love Miss Jenn and that she's close to her students, but... emerging from a toilet cubicle and inviting herself to Kourtney and Nini's girls' night was... Will Shuester level of questionable.

Ricky being the mature one about his parents separation is... I mean, it's admirable, but how did he move past the impending depression of last episode and towards being the one who tells his dad to get up and move on? Well, I mean, good for him. But I think the issue is far from buried yet.

'Friend of the year'? Ricky? I don't think so. First of all, if he were, he'd know that Big Red does not have two left feet. Wasn't it you, Ricky, who was stumbling over the steps in HSM a couple of weeks ago? You're one to talk. Plus Big Red's been listening and trying to help while you've just been spouting off about your personal problems for... how long has it been now? I get it, Ricky has issues that he needs to work through, but he's almost legally blind in both eyes when it comes to Big Red.

Ok, but Ricky is the epitome of 'cannot solve his own problems but has a suggestion on how everybody else should solve theirs' in this episode. Maybe take a step back and listen to your own advice?

'My parents think I'm bonding with the livestock' — I've got no idea why I find this line so funny, but I do. And I've got so much love for this entire scene. Carlos' reaction to Seb's response to his invitation is just... the most adorable thing ever! My heart might just burst. Especially given what we're about to go through tomorrow in 2x10... I am. Not. Ready.

The entire karaoke scene just reminds me of... pretty much every extended family reunion on my mum's side. Her cousins love karaoke and are also completely tone-deaf. I love it that they're able to have fun with it, but my ears are still recovering from my great aunt's birthday party two years ago.

'When did you become Nini?' — Why does Mr. Mazzara know so much about his students' dating lives? I mean, Miss Jenn does, too, but he doesn't strike me as someone as invested in them as her. Idk, it just struck me as kind of weird.

'I didn't agree to photos' — please, EJ, I'm sure you'll want memories from your first fake-dating gig with Gina... once you're no longer fake-dating, you know. Boy, these two are going to have stories to tell to their grandchildren.

I've said some stuff about Nini, but... 'a bedazzled tablecloth' is the funniest description I've heard for Gina's homecoming dress.

'Maybe it's not actually about you at all.' Yeah, you tell him, Reddy! Ricky needs to get over himself.

The way Big Red sniffs out the drama, though... I was not-so-randomly reminded of that moment in 2x9 where Seb was like Carlos. and Big Red was like, 'Are you guys fighting?'...

Big Red doing a comedic lip-reading of Gina and EJ's dramatic scene is absolutely hilarious. I might or might not have sold my heart and soul to him after seeing that scene for the first time. But I just remembered how he said earlier that maybe he can't read lips and that just makes this 100% funnier — he was basically like a child who can't read yet making up a story based on the pictures in a book, and I mean it in the best way possible. He's a theatre dark horse, this one, and they should all be intimidated — or inspired, whatever they choose — by his hidden talents. Gosh, I love this guy. But can you blame me?

'You think I'm actually going to confide in you?' — Absolutely. You can't bully someone from your position of authority over them and then act like you're their friend. I do know now that Mr. Mazzara has hidden depths, but he had no right to be as rude to Carlos as he was in 1x3. He was right about one thing, though — Carlos doesn't need a dance partner to dance.

Ricky saying he was going to apologise to Gina and counting that as an apology is giving me major TJ/ Buffy flashbacks. I wonder why that is... * sarcasm *

Nini feeling like a fraud makes me actually sympathise with her for a second. But I feel like Nini's flaw of defining herself through boys and Ricky in particular has been addressed one time too many now, since it was first addressed here in this episode. If they make her and Ricky get back together again in season 2, I will riot. [side note: I feel like the Born to Be Brave scene says a lot about both Rini and Seblos as couples. Nini and Carlos both feel, in the moments leading up to the song, like they are incomplete without their partners. Ricky, too, has built his personality entirely around Nini at that time (and is still not completely over that in s2). And then the song comes in to remind them that they don't need a partner to be happy. I'm just thinking of Big Red's 'perfectly balanced unicycle' comment from the promotional materials, and of how he and Ashlyn, even when they're dating in s2, are never portrayed as being incomplete without each other. I guess there's a reason why they're the Beta Couple of the show — their relationship drama is nearly non-existent, and when it does exist, it's just caused by them caring too much about each other. Every other couple on the show should learn from them.]

Everybody supporting Carlos during the Born to Be Brave number just warms my heart so much... I am actually crying real tears. And then the end, when Seb finally shows up, right in time for the slow dance... I have a lot of feelings about this scene.

Seblos' dialogue here still kind of makes me cringe a little... but like, in a good way.

Yikes... Miss Jenn's getting into trouble... I mean, it was bound to happen sooner or later. But she's lucky she's had enough time with her students for them to love her enough to fight for her. Still, this is a topic for another episode, and so I won't expand on it in this post.

Well, that's it. That was 1x4 and 5. Those were pretty much my favourite episodes when season 1 was airing. And I can definitely see why, even if my views on some things have changed due to stuff that happens later. But, as I constantly say, that's what rewatches are for. In other words, 'once more, with feeling this time' as my choir director used to say.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts: the rewatch #nini salazar-roberts #ricky bowen #gina porter #ej caswell #ashlyn caswell #ashlyn moon caswell #big red redonovich #carlos rodriguez #seb matthew smith #kourtney greene #hsmtmts miss jenn #hsmtmts mr mazzara #rini #seblos #redlyn #portwell #jnk

[deeeelightfuldee]

Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? baking definitely. I want to get more comfortable cooking.

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? yes. I used to be pretty good at doing my brothers hair-- even the fading. But I’m sure I’ve forgotten it all by now.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? probably my sister or my nephews.

How many long term relationships have you been in? blegh. not many. Whenever I’d know that it didnt have long term potential, id drop it. no sense dragging out the inevitable.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? so for the longest time I kept my room super dark. I slept well. once miller died and kile broke my heart, I couldn’t sleep without the tv playing. I needed to hear something calming and voices talking so I wouldn’t be left with my thoughts. I still can’t turn it off.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? i think its easy to say “forgive and forget” but the reality is that once we have endured trauma we don’t easily forget. I think its kind of unrealistic. I’m trying to forgive kile but thats going to take.. i dont know how long. As for what it was... it was just betrayal.. lying. for six+ years. lots of laughing at me. 

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I like some of her songs.

Do you know your blood type? o+

Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes. its coming up. 

Have you ever been pregnant? I dont think so. I was really late after my assault but who knows.

How old were you when you first went on a plane? like 7ish

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Yeah, student loans. 15k feels so daunting right now.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? One is. My mom.

When was the last time you went apple picking? highschool maybe?

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? money.. or a trip.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? definitely not. 

How many bedrooms are in your house? four. 

Are you smart about computers? I know some stuff.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? oh heck’n yeah

Do you own a Xbox 360? I had one from my brother for a little while but I traded it for the gamecube since Kile was going to send me one of the 15 he had lol. That didn’t end up happening, but its OK i really dont need more gaming.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? oooooooo.. probably not.

So, do you need a nap? all day is full of naps to try and get over this.

What would you rather be doing? school

What sport are you the best at? maybe volleyball or swimming

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nope, im the baby. 

Do you complain a lot? no, i try not to. I find complaining to be the most unattractive and yet common human trait and while there are definitely situations worthy of complaining, most of the time it just makes a situation worse than it actually was.

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? temple

Do you like fruity or minty gum? definitely minty

Are you looking forward to any day of this month? i was really looking forward to Kile’s birthday on monday, but since we arent talking anymore then there is no joy in that. all the other special dates have been ruined by covid.

Have you ever gotten detention? Nope. homeschoolers and detention arent a thing. 

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? oh sure. heartbreak, deaths, assaults, etc.

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? no, i can’t be super picky because not every store carries clothing long enough for me.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? i havent got a clue

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I mean I’m very fond of cats & dogs

Ever cried so much you threw up? this is what happened the whole 2-3 weeks following finding out about Kile.

Who is your best guy friend? I suppose now that would be Nathan

What do you two do when you hang out? drives, game nights, get food/drinks, or just talk.

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? Her

Do you even like horror movies? not particularly. I’ll watch them if someone else wants to but its not my preference.

Do you live in the country? i live in the suburbs i suppose.

What is your favorite accent? Some southern and British accents. <same ... i have no idea how I made the font like this.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? Not that I can think of.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? diet coke

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? my family celebrated during the day and then I think nathan took me out on the town

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? nope.

Do you take a lot of pictures? man. this question is hard. I used to love taking pictures of myself. I had much more self confidence and some of it was because kile LOVED my selfies -- or so he said. and I just had so much fun doing that. Since the heartbreak, I’ve maybe taken 10 selfies. I just don’t have any self confidence in my looks anymore. its so different now. most of my pictures now are of other people or scenery.

What kind of face wash do you use? cerave when I want to. otherwise i use water and a very particular type of fabric. 

Does drama always seem to follow you? No, i dont think so.

Does anybody in your family race? like cars? running? no.

Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” I think i got it like 2x and it was a dollar.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Do you like your parents? i love my mom.

Do you secretly like someone? No.

Would you ever date your best male friend? I don’t see any romantic feelings developing between nathan and I

What are you currently listening to? I have gilmore girls on.

Do you want to be single? oooof. Um. I am torn on this subject. On the one hand, i really am ready to be loved, held, protected, cared for, etc. I love the idea of building a life together with someone and us both protecting our unit. I miss supporting, cherishing, loving on someone. Yet on the other hand, im fine being single. I have so much insecurity about myself lately that I dk that anyone else needs to deal with that baggage. Idk

Did you go out or stay in last night? I stayed in. ill be staying in for some time.

Have you pretended to like someone? romantically, no. professionally, yes.

How is your heart lately? Sad. heavy. 

Are you wearing socks? not at the moment. 

What do people call you? Di, diana, dee, ana, di-nan-na, dine-uh, deenah.

Do you get stressed out easily? no, I really dont

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? yes

What is wrong with you right now? im sick. im heartbroken.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? not that I know of. if I do, it’d be from like middle school. I never shopped there but people tended to give gifts from there.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? Alone. maybe I havent found the right sort of person to share a bed with.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Yes, several times. 

Did you get any compliments today? No.

Have you ever gone to a beach? many many many times.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? not my thing. at all.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Yes.

Do you have long nails? they are healthy length. I want to grow them out a bit more. 

Do you like the gender you are? Yeah.

Do you generally look nice in photos? Not anymore

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? no haha

What colour are your father’s eyes? Blue.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? uhhhhm, blue october

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? maybe not anymore. 

What’s your favorite hot beverage? hot chocolate from dunkin

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? i did. no comment.

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? oooooohhhhhhhhh man i love both.

Do you think you’re important? I mean i offer some importance to this world but eh.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Hmm no idea.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? no

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? Nope.

What was the first thing you ate today? I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? for the longest time it was to spend the day driving aimlessly and getting food and talking about everything and nothing with Kile. now, its just.. idunno. blank.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? I’m not doing well.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? There’s a few things related to school.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back? not really, no.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? this whole covid nonsense going away, heartbreak to soothe, and my miller back.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? i dont know. 

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I just changed it up so itll be a bit.

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? Fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ yes. several times.

How many drugs are in your system? lol lots of meds rn to kick this. usually none.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? the same as today.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No. i dont like the idea of bite marks but hickeys were fun for a time. in not visible areas tho.

Do you call anyone baby? Not anymore.

What’s your current mood? Bleh.

What were you doing before filling out this survey? Watching gilmore girls

How late did you stay up last night? I took PM meds at i wanna say 8? maybe 7? I don’t remember.

When was the last time you cried really hard? its been a few weeks since ive cried about Kile. I’m in the numb stage.

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? hahahahahahah

[jamaisjoons]

ribbons | pjm & jjk

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 your boyfriend, jimin, arranges the best birthday present you could have ever asked for 〞established relationship au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader x jungkook

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 11k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public fingering, jungkook eating pussy like a champ in the back of a car, light bondage, dirty talk, dom! Jungkook, dom! Jimin, sub! Reader, use of sex toys, wax play, orgasm control, jimin being a freaky little voyeur, male masturbation, orgasm denial, pussy eating, squirting, cum eating, reader being punished with a hard spanking from the muscle bun, reader with a pain kink, praise, penetrative sex, handjob, creampie, breeding kink, impregnation kink, sloppy seconds, cum play, overstimulation, forced orgasm, soft jikook aftercare

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: those warnings,,,, 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴,,, but anyway i’m still on writing hiatus until may 22nd cause of exams BUT!!!! it was my best friend and president of jikook nation @devotedpark‘s birthday yesterday (may the 4th be with u bitch) and so i wrote this for her as a birthday present! happy birthday bitch, i love u

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Dusk slowly approached as you wandered through the streets of soul, your heels clicking against the concrete of the pavement. The sky was tinged a beautiful dusky pink, blending in with a darker purple as the sun slowly set behind Seoul’s skyline. The spring air was slightly crisp, the surface of your skin prickling with goosebumps and you pulled your coat closer to your body. You were currently on your way towards Ossu Seiromushi, Seokjin’s newly opened restaurant. You had no idea what had been planned for you today; all you knew was that your amazingly thoughtful boyfriend, Park Jimin, had delivered a gorgeous bouquet of dark velvet red and pale champagne roses to your house today along with a note that said to ‘dress nice’ and meet him at Seokjin’s restaurant at precisely eight o’clock.

You had no idea why he’d said precisely eight o’clock. You see, after four and a half years, you knew your boyfriend and you knew him very well. Well enough to know, he’d be at least ten minutes late. And you weren’t wrong, it was currently five minutes to eight and he had just texted you to let you know he’d been delayed by fifteen minutes. And that was the exact reason you were currently wandering through the streets of Seoul, walking at your own pace. You were currently by the outskirts of Seokchon lake, strolling under a grove of cherry blossom trees, showers of blush pink petals scattering in the wind every time the trees rustled.

You continued aimlessly walking down the grove until you neared the streets that would lead you to Seokjin’s restaurant. You quickly glanced at your watch, realising you had about five minutes left until you had to meet your boyfriend. You picked up your pace and began meandering your way through the inner streets until you finally got to the restaurant. As usual, there was a queue of people awaiting to enter and be seated. You shot a sheepish, apologetic smile as you cut the queue. The people all groaning as you entered the restaurant, knowing you would have had a reservation before them. The maître d met you at the doors and almost instantaneously recognised you. He quickly bowed and gestured for you to follow him.

“____-ssi. Park-ssi is waiting for you” He said and you smiled as you followed him towards the back, where the private booths were. Jimin was already seated at the table, dressed impeccably in his black slacks, a dark blue velvet blazer and white t-shirt; the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing delicious smooth tan skin, the slight curve of his collarbones almost on display; his black Chanel necklace dangling just at the base of his throat. His hair was currently a light shade of blonde-brown and styled to the side, his forehead revealed. All in all, even sitting there, he looked like sex on legs; his shoulders relaxed as his eyes flit across the menu. The maître d beckons you to give him your coat and you slowly slide it off, handing it towards him.

“Park-ssi, your guest has arrived” The maître d says, announcing you before bowing and taking his leave. Jimin immediately turns his gaze towards you, his eyes roving over your figure.

“Wow… you look beautiful” Jimin says and you blush slightly under his perusal of your figure.

“Thank you” You reply and Jimin extends his hand, beckoning you to sit in beside him. You look at him questioningly but does as he says. Now that you think about it, the booth is bigger than it needs to be for just the two of you; it’s one continuous U-shaped sofa and could easily fit six people.

“Are people joining us?” You ask curiously and Jimin nods with a smile.

“We’ve been really busy since the comeback and promotions but Jungkookie and Hoseokie-hyung said they wanted to celebrate with us. Hobi-hyung is bringing Sooyun as well. They were just here, but they’ve-“ Jimin begins, however, he’s quickly cut off by the rest of your party.

“Wow speak of the devil” Jimin mutters as he gets up, letting you slide back out.

“____! Happy birthday! Sorry we’re late. Well we weren’t. We were here before but Hobi left the damn gift in the car so we went to get it” Sooyun quickly rambles as she pulls you into a hug and you laugh at her, hugging her back. As soon as Sooyun let’s go, Hoseok pulls you in for a hug.

“Happy birthday! Here, Yunnie picked it out, so if you hate it, yell at her” Hoseok says as he thrusts the gift into your hand. You hear Sooyun let out a yelp of protest before she smacks her boyfriend in the chest. Hoseok playfully shrieks as he rubs his chest; Sooyun sticking her tongue out in response.

“Happy birthday!” Jungkook says, smiling in his cute little bunny smile, from beside Hoseok and Sooyun. Although, despite his innocent smile, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes trail up and down your body. You stiffen slightly, trying to fight the blush that is no doubt crawling its way around your cheeks. You had always been attracted to Jungkook, something about his bunny smile paired with his rippling muscles always turned you on. However, you’d never act on it. It was just a small crush, brought from his playful teasing and cute charms. You’d never betray Jimin like that, especially with his maknae and group mate.

“Come on! Let’s sit and eat, Jimin said he had other plans for you later” Sooyun says and you quickly nod. The five of you begin sliding into the curved booth. Sooyun and Hoseok find themselves on one end, you and Jimin on the other as Jungkook sits in the middle, in the bend of the booth.

“So, what did Jimin get you?” Hoseok asks curiously and you frown slightly, knowing Jimin had yet to give you your present but just as you move to answer, Jungkook cuts you off quickly.

“Jimin and I got you a joint present, but I think he wanted to give it to you later” Jungkook says and you eye him curiously, wondering why and what they could have gotten you. Jimin’s present were usually well thought-out and incredibly personal; so, you really had no idea what or why it was a joined present this year.

“We’re going to have it brought to your apartment” Jimin says cryptically and you narrow your eyes at him. Perhaps it was a car? You had been complaining that you needed a new one soon, after your engine bust and left you stranded on the outskirts of Seoul one day. But that was far too extravagant a gift and not nearly as personal.

“Come on, let’s order. The food is amazing and Seokjin-hyung said it’s on the house, his present to you” Jimin said and you giggled. You could almost imagine the panic on Seokjin’s face when he had undoubtedly forgotten it was your birthday and thus came up with the plan of a free meal. The five of you quickly grabbed your menus and began perusing as you started passing comments between each other about what looked good, whether you could share (Jungkook was a firm no, it was his food even if he considered everyone else’s food free real estate) and what you’d order.

A short while later, the five of you fell into easy conversation; starters pilling onto the table as you began digging in. Part way through, Jungkook and Jimin had a small chopstick war on who could grab the last piece of sushi – Jungkook had, of course won, and you simply rolled your eyes; laughing it off with Sooyun and Hoseok. However, in doing so, you had missed the slight exchange between Jimin and Jungkook behind your head.

Soon, the mains started arriving and you were deep in conversation with Hoseok and Sooyun. Hoseok had finally decided it was time move out of the Bangtan dorms and in with Sooyun; especially considering he had just proposed to her. The two were now slowly settling into their beautiful apartment just outside Gangnam; close enough to Big Hit’s heart quarters and the boys’ dorm but far enough for them to still begin planning their wedding and thinking about starting their family. Sooyun rambled on and on, gushing about what their wedding theme would be and what she envisioned it being, Hoseok smiling softly at her as he indulged her.

You reached your chopsticks over for the rice, still engrossed in your conversation with Sooyun. In fact, you were so engrossed that you almost choked on your rice the second Jimin’s hand began pulling your dress up, slowly exposing your thighs under the table. Sooyun looked at you in alarm and hastily handed you a glass of water.

“Are you okay?” She asked and you frantically nodded, kicking Jimin lightly under the table before sending him a warning glare. He simply narrowed his eyes at you, pinching your thigh and you immediately knew what was coming. He was in a dominant mood and there was nothing you could do to stop whatever he had planned for you. You swallowed thickly, Jimin’s eyes signalling for you to act calm as his fingers slowly danced up and down supple flesh of your now exposed thighs.

“Yeah sorry, it just went down the wrong way” You excuse weakly. Jimin always did have a penchant for public foreplay; nothing turned him on more than riling you up in public where anyone could catch you. The thrill of the danger of being caught excited him far too much and there was nothing you could do but simply let it happen. You took in a deep breath and then smiled at Sooyun, beckoning her to continue. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin smirk as he continued his conversation with Jungkook across you.

You felt his plump finger lazily draw circles into your skin, slowly trailing higher and higher until his cool knuckles brushed against your heated, panty-covered core. You sucked in a deep breath as you felt him slowly pull your panties to the side, a finger tracing over your dewy folds. Your breathing because very slightly laboured as you felt the cold of his rings graze against your clit. The slight stimulation caused you to shift imperceptibly, trying to close your legs and deny him access. However, to your surprise, you felt another hand on your thigh slowly prying them apart and giving Jimin further access. Your head snapped to the side, eyes wide as you started at the maknae, even if his attention was solely on his conversation with Hoseok. Your gaze shifted down slightly, to where Jungkook’s larger palm was nonchalantly on your other thigh, keeping your leg slightly parted open.

“We were going to wait till later. But Jungkook and I thought we should give you part of our present now” Jimin said, his words whispered, disguised under the guise of brushing his lips against the side of your head. You heard Sooyun let out a soft coo at the action. If only she knew.

“What? What do you mean?” You stutter out, your core throbbing, you voice just barely above a breathless whisper. Did Jimin mean what you thought he meant?

“I know the way you look at him Angel. The way your eyes trail his body when he dances, when he’s in working out shirtless… I know you have a little crush on Jungkookie. But it’s okay, cause he has a crush on you too. And I love you both enough to share. Happy birthday Angel” Jimin says and you bite your lip, looking at him in a mix of uncertainty and excitement.

“Jimin…” You whisper, trailing off in slight uneasiness. It wasn’t a secret that Jimin was a jealous lover and a possessive boyfriend. He loved having you to himself, hated sharing and got angry even at the playful flirting between you and the rest of the boys; and yet here he was practically serving up one of your wildest fantasies on a silver platter.

“____, it’s okay. I promise. I wouldn’t have suggested or even asked Jungkook if I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. But if you don’t feel comfortable, if you want to say no. Then that’s fine too” Jimin reassures and his voice is confident and full of assurance.

“Do you want this?” Jimin asks quietly, eyes earnestly watching you and you barely have to think on it. You know you want this. More than anything. It had been your deepest, darkest fantasy since you’d met the two boys. In fact, Jungkook had been the first one to grab your eye even if Jimin was the love of your life. Granted, you wouldn’t ever give Jimin up, but that didn’t mean you were stupid enough to pass up an opportunity to spend the night with both of them.

“Good girl, now open your legs for us. Jungkookie has fantastic fingers… or so I’m told” Jimin says when you nod your consent. You bite the inside of your lip and spread your thighs slightly. One of Jungkook’s palms immediately wraps around your thigh, hooking it over his own as he spread you out further, giving both of them unhindered access to your now pulsating cunt. You try and suppress your blush and a small part of your wants to shut them and run away. However, the bigger, exhibitionist side of you, has your nerves on fire and arousal practically leaking at being fingered in the restaurant, just opposite two of your best friends.

All thought of running however, disappear when Jungkook trails a finger up and down your slit. You lurch forward slightly, the action completely startling you. Luckily, you’re able to disguise it as a change in your seating, scooting slightly closer to Jungkook. Jungkook continues trailing his fingers up and down your dewy folds, Jimin own fingers joining the fray. Their touches are featherlight and simply not enough and each motion is slowly driving you crazy. You need more. You let out a barely audible whimper when you feel two of Jimin’s fingers slowly spread your lips open, peeling them apart and exposing your heated core to the cool of the restaurant. You feel Jimin flick his thumb over your clit before softly rubbing; brushing up and down as Jungkook’s fingers slowly slips down further, to where your core is practically dripping on the seat at this point. His slender pointed fingers gather your slick and rub them around your pussy before you feel the tip slowly begin slipping into your core.

Your grip on your chopsticks tighten as you try your best to keep a straight face, lest it crumples into one of pleasure and you give the game away. Luckily, Sooyun is once again rambling about her wedding plans and thus not paying too much attention to you. Your breath quickened slightly as you felt Jungkook shallowly pump his fingers in and out of you, Jimin’s thumb rolling your clit hard. You need more than that and you quietly buck into Jungkook, trying to urge him to delve deeper into you core. Jungkook heeds your wants and slips his finger in slowly as deep as he could before curling it in a ‘come hither’ motion, the pad of his thumb brushing against the spongy spot inside you and you bucked into his hand involuntarily. You saw him smirk from the corner of your eyes and a small, very miniscule part of you wants to reach over and smack that smirk off of his face. Or kiss it off. You’d settle for either at this point.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls his finger out and your walls flutter at the sudden emptiness, almost whining at the loss of his touch. However, you’re not disappointed for long because suddenly he’s plunging two fingers into you, opening you out for him. You jerk forward all of a sudden at the unexpected intrusion, your pussy pulsating around Jungkook’s digits as he slowly scissors you, spreading and stretching your pussy out. Sooyun and Hoseok jump in alarm, looking at you worriedly and you give them a sheepish smile, your face heating up in both embarrassment and arousal. Jungkook however doesn’t ceases his actions; instead he begins fucking his fingers into you quickly and you’re mortified to hear the slight squelching off your pussy. It’s barely audible over the rest of the hubbub of the restaurant, but you can hear it and that’s enough to set off the exhibitionist in you.

“Sorry, I just suddenly got a stomach cramp. I think I’ve eaten too much” You lie, swallowing thickly and praying that they believe your excuse. Meanwhile, Jimin’s pointer finger and thumb begin rolling your clit between his digits, lightly pinching and pulling.

“Angel, I’ve told you to be careful. You always do this” Jimin says as he moves his thumb from your clit, but his eyes glint evilly and a second later you know why. Not a moment after he finishes speaking, you can feel his slightly thicker, fingers slowly push into you beside Jungkook’s; his digits are thicker and simply add a pleasurable burn to your pussy as you’re fingered wide open for them. You let out a small whimper at the slight stinging in your walls, this time definitely audible.

“God, are you sure you’re okay? Do you need some painkillers? Maybe it’s time to call it a night?” Hoseok says looking at your face, now contorted into a grimace. Jungkook and Jimin pull their fingers out of you suddenly and you can breathe easier, the stinging sensation slowly ebbing away; however, you let out a whine at the sudden emptiness of your dripping cunt. You turn to Jimin, a pleading look on your face, as you silently beg him to get you out of here. Jimin slips your panties back into place and shifts your thighs, pulling your dress back down as Jungkook unhooks your thigh from around his.

“Yeah, Angel you don’t look so well. I think we should head home” Jimin says, his voice sweet and innocent as he discreetly wipes his sticky fingers on his napkin.

“Aww, but the food is so good… although, you really don’t look good ____. I think we should head off. Babe, do you wanna let the waiter know we’re done? I’ll help Jimin take ____ to the car” Sooyun offers and Jimin immediately shakes his head.

“No, no Sooyun-ah. It’s okay. I didn’t bring my car so Jungkook said he’d drive us home. You can head off with Hobi-hyung and Kookie can help me with ____” Jimin says quickly and Sooyun nods as all of you get up. The four of you quickly exist, Hoseok joining once he lets the waiter know you were done and making sure it was charged to Seokjin’s tab.

“I had fun today ____, we should do it again! Next time we won’t overeat though” Sooyun says with a wink as she hugs you goodbye, Hoseok following her. Once the two have left, you turn to Jimin and Jungkook, eyes slightly narrowed.

“I cannot believe you did that!” You admonish but the two only smirk down at you. Jimin steps forehead and immediately your confidence deflates, your pussy clamping at how good your boyfriend looks in the low light of the restaurant and city lights.

“But you enjoyed it. And there’s a whole lot more where that came from” Jimin says, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to Jungkook’s car. He beckons you to slip into the backseat, and you quickly slide in. However, you don’t expect Jimin to walk over to the driver seat or Jungkook to slide in next to you. He turns to you with a small reassuring smile and you smile back, a light blush on your cheeks as you remember how good his fingers felt.

“Jungkookie, I’m going to drive us home where we’ll give ____ her entire present. Until then, I think you should make her scream” Jimin says as he looks at the two of you through the rear-view mirror. Your eyes widen slightly and Jungkook laughs.

“Gladly hyung” Jungkook says before turning to you. He pulls you in for a quick kiss, his soft lips pressing into you before breaking away and trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. Your hands trail from his shoulders to the nape of his neck, fingers curling through his hair as he slowly pushes your body down on the seat. He kneels down on the floor of the car, the position slightly awkward.

Spreading your legs, Jungkook slips his hands under your dress and pulls your thong down your legs before bringing it up to his nose, inhaling deeply with a groan. You watch his actions with lust filled, half lidded eyes, Jungkook’s large, doe eyes stare directly into yours as he slowly spreads your legs, exposing your bare pussy to his eyes. He lets out a small hiss at how wet you are, slightly swollen from being fingered, lips and clit puffy with arousal. He licks his lips and nuzzles his nose against your folds, whining at the smell of your sweet pussy.

“I knew you’d have a pretty cunt. God, you smell so good. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to taste this pretty little pussy” Jungkook confesses and you’re taken aback by the sudden dirty talk. You had no idea that sweet, innocent little Jungkook could say such words. Your core flutters and you know Jungkook sees from the way he licks his lips, eyes staring directly at your cunt.

He lunged forward and pressed his soft lips against your folds, licking along the slit in one slick motion, revelling in the way you begin leaking with each passing second. You shudder in arousal and spread your legs even further, trying to give him as much access as you possible can. Your hands slowly delve into his hair, finger nails raking along his scalp as he moves his tongue up and down your slick pussy lips, tasting each and every inch of you except for that one spot. You throw your head back, hitting it against the car seat as your eyes flutter closed, revelling in the way his tongue works you over. Your hips slowly begin rocking against his face, Jungkook’s hands trailing under you to grip handfuls of your fleshy ass, pulling your hips off of the seat and closer into his face.

“Jung-kook, please” You stammer, as he continuously avoids your clit. Your head lolls to the side and you try to open your eyes but suddenly he’s plunging his tongue inside you, slurping at your juices and you buck hard into his mouth, your eyes shutting from ecstasy once again. You feel Jungkook smirk against your folds but you’re too far gone to care. Your stomach clenches and you can feel the coil in your stomach slowly tighten as you feel your orgasm nearing.

“Fuck that’s so hot… we’re almost home. Jungkook, make her cum” Jimin orders and Jungkook moans at the way your pussy clamps around his tongue. Jungkook’s tongue begins moving even faster, lashing against your cunt as he eats you out messily. His lips are soaked in your juices and the car is filled with the scent of your musk, the sound of your soft whimpers and your soaked pussy.

All of a sudden, Jungkook’s lips wrap around your engorged, neglected little bundle of nerves. You let out a small shriek, hips bucking wildly, fingers tightening in his hair as he begins suckling and nibbling. Your thighs begin shaking and when Jungkook sucks particularly hard, you cum all of a sudden. You cry out his name, your stomach clenching as your muscles contract forcefully, back arching violently. Jungkook continues suckling on the nib, nipping it gently and licking torturously slow as he draws out your orgasm. His hands on your ass gripping tighter as he pulls your pussy flush against his lips; eyes focus on the way your face is crumpled into an expression of pure, unadultered rapture.

You cum wet and Jungkook groans at the sudden gush of wetness from your core, his mouth detaching from your clit to move back to your core. His lips suckle at your honeyed hole, tongue laving and lapping up all your cum as you continuously gush out and onto his tongue. You’re thick and sticky in his mouth, his tongue completely coated with the taste of you. He swallows your cum, drinking you up as if a man starved. Your legs continuously shake around his face as you breathe heavily, the high of your orgasm slowly ebbing away and leaving you with nothing but the need to be filled up.

The car comes to a halt, the two of you jerking slightly. Jungkook catches you quickly and you lay limp against him. Your muscles feel like jelly and you’re far too lethargic in your post orgasmic bliss to move. You hear a car door opening and suddenly Jimin is by your side, slowly picking up your limp form. You press lazy kisses into his jaw, hands trailing all over his chest.

“Want you. Want you both in me” You say, voice slightly whiny and Jimin’s grip around your waist tightens.

“Don’t worry Angel, the night hasn’t ended yet” Jimin says and you can hear the slight threat in his voice. With each passing second, the euphoria of your high fades and you slowly come to. Excitement buzzes in your veins as Jimin and Jungkook enter your building. The three of you walk over to the lift, and before long you’re at your apartment door.

Jimin quickly finds your keys in your purse, unlocking your door. He gestures of Jungkook to carry you into your room. You can hear them speaking to each other, but it’s too quiet for you to discern what it is exactly that they are saying. You don’t have to wait for long however because soon Jungkook is grabbing you by the waist and dragging you to your bedroom, Jimin wandering off somewhere else. You and Jungkook stand in the threshold of your bedroom, his eyes gazing down at you as he takes in your beautifully flushes faced and blown out eyes; undoubtedly your body still quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Jungkook’s hand moved to cup your neck, fingers splaying across the delicate flesh of your throat. His other hand wandered around to the tie at the back of your dress; the only thing keeping the wrap of your dress held together.

Nimble fingers slowly untie the ribbons; the material of your dress falling open and exposing some of your flesh to the chill of your room. Jungkook’s mouth dries up as he slowly unwraps you; his long dexterous fingers slowly slide across the smooth expanse of your back and you let out a quiet gasp as his cold palms brush against your warm skin. Jungkook presses his palm firmly into the small of your back and pulls you in close. He slowly walks you backwards, pushing you until your knees hit the bend and then he gets to work. Bending over, his lips brush against your throat, your head thrown back as you bear the rest of your neck to him. He slowly hunches over, pressing soft kisses against your collar bone as he slowly slides your dress off of you, kissing each inch of skin as it’s slowly exposed.

He brushes the material off your body, leaving you completely exposed; standing completely naked in front of him. Your nipples immediately harden from the cold of your room and Jungkook’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your flushed body, breath slightly laboured. His hand moves to grip at your hip, thumb brushing against your hip bone. Slowly he teases his hands up your side before cupping your breast from the side, flicking your nipple up and down between his thumb. You let out a small whine and arch into his touch, Jungkook groaning from above you.

“Gods, you have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to see you like this. How much it killed me knowing Jimin got to see you fucked out under him every day. You’re so beautiful, it’s not fair he gets to have you to himself. I should have had you, I saw you first. It’s not fair” Jungkook confesses, eyes dark with desire and truth as he takes in every single inch of your body. You can almost cut the tension with a knife as you stare at Jungkook, unsure of what to do or say because how do you respond to your boyfriend’s best friend practically confessing to you just before you engage in a threesome with said boyfriend’s best friend and boyfriend.

“It’s not my fault I plucked the courage to ask her out first” Jimin suddenly says and suddenly you’re blushing, guilt almost pooling in your stomach. But Jimin’s tone is light and teasing and you wonder if something was going on that you didn’t know. Jungkook lets out a small scoff before shrugging.

“Did you get it?” Jungkook asks and Jimin nods before brandishing a roll of three-inch-wide, red silk ribbon along with a few other items that he keeps hidden from view in a bag. Your abdomen immediately plummets and your loins ignite with fire as you imagine just what they’ve planned for you.

“Get on the bed Angel, on your knees” Jimin commands and you slowly comply on shaky legs. You turn around crawl towards the middle of the bed, Jungkook and Jimin sucking in a breath as they take in the sight of your rounded ass, wet pussy peeking through your soft fleshy thighs. You turn yourself over and place your wrists together in front of you, legs under you with your knees bent.

“Fuck… that’s a beautiful sight” Jungkook says as he takes the ribbon and slowly wraps them around your wrists, binding them together. He brings them up to his lips and presses a soft kiss on the heel of your palms.

“Is that alright? Too tight?” Jungkook asks, concern etched on his face and you move your wrists slightly before shaking your head. The ribbons are secure enough to keep your wrists bound, the material of the silk soft and leaving enough space for your blood to circulate.

“No, it’s perfect thank you” You say with a slight blush and Jungkook smiles his little bunny smile above you.

“Do you have a safe word Sweetheart?” Jungkook asks and you feel your core throb, wondering just what they had in store that may require you to use your safe word. Meanwhile, Jimin slowly pulls up a chair, making himself comfortable as he watches the two of you with dark eyes. You assume he’s not going to join in until later, simply watching his best friend fuck you. The thought turns you on beyond what you thought was possible.

“Raspberries” You reply and Jungkook and he nods before placing another kiss on your temple. And then he flips you over onto your knees so fast, you almost get whiplash. You’re slightly reeling from his sudden change in demeanour; long gone the innocent little maknae and in his place a muscular, 21-year old man, who’s ready to fuck you until you’re quivering.

“You’ve got the nicest ass, you know?” Jungkook says before spanking it, watching the way it jiggles. You let out a small moan and thrust your ass back out, shaking it slightly.

“Fuck, if I’d known how submissive you really were… I’d have fucked you long ago” Jungkook groans, his voice a couple octaves deeper, voice gravelly and dripping with his Busan Satoori.

His hands wandered along the length of your back before cupping one of your ass cheeks in his huge palm, slowly spreading it open. You bit your lip, head burrowing into the pillow as you were completely exposed for him. You feel one of his other hands brush against your hot, dewy lips. You’re complete drenched now. Strings of your arousal drip out of you in thick gloopy strands. Your thighs glisten under the light, your arousal leaking out of you in such copious amounts Jungkook had a feeling he could just slide into you without any resistance.

“Jungkook-“ You groan out, his thumbs slowly spreading your cunt open. He places a soft kiss against your cunt and then he’s gone. You try to turn around but hear a tut of disapproval from your boyfriend.

“I don’t think we gave you permission to move Angel. Stay like that” Jimin orders and you whimper, your head turning back to burry into the sheets. You feel as if you’re on the edge of a knife, ass up in their air, thighs spread and face buried in the mattress and bound hands attempting to brace your body against the mattress. You can’t see what’s going on, but you can hear the rustling of plastic as Jungkook moves around. The tension is slowly driving you wild, unsure of what to do or what’s coming. You’re a sitting duck.

Suddenly, you hear a low buzzing sound and then Jungkook’s fingers are pushing a vibrator through your pussy lips. You let out a small shriek at the sudden intrusion, thighs quivering as he works the length of the small vibrator into you. The low, powerful vibrations rock throughout your walls, the stimulation forcing your pussy to clamp and clench uncontrollably. Jungkook slowly pushes in, until finally you feel the slightly flared base against the outer walls of your cunt. Jungkook spanks your ass again and you whimper under him, grinding against the air, thighs quivering with each and every one of the strong vibrations right at the apex of your thighs.

“I’m going to play with you like this Sweetheart, but don’t you dare cum. If you do, I’ll punish you” Jungkook warns and you let out a small groan as your pussy gushes with another stream of your slick.

Your body is already growing incredibly sensitive, especially with your previous orgasm and you’re unsure how you’re supposed to control yourself and stop yourself from cumming. Sweat beaded along your forehead as you tried to think of something, anything else to stop yourself from being pushed over the edge. A small part of you wanted to cum and accept the punishment; but you had no idea just how Jungkook would punish you and the other part of you didn’t want to take the chance. You bite your lips and attempt to shift, closing your thighs but it only causes the vibrations to intensifying, making you let out a small whine.

“Keep your thighs spread sweetheart. I don’t want you to move” Jungkook ordered and you almost sob at how unfair he’s being. You clench your fists into the sheets, nails digging into your palm and then Jungkook is turning your head slightly. You come face to face with Jimin and suddenly, you’re cursing him for the unfairness all over again.

There, sat on the seat, is your boyfriend. He’s still completely dressed in his suit, top button undone. But his hair is sweaty and pushed back, his trousers unbuttoned and cock pulled out. It stands high, at an average length but so achingly thick. His posture is relaxed, one hand gripping his thick shaft and mindlessly playing with the angry red head as his gaze is focused on you. The scene is completely erotic and you try to focus on something else, but the sight of Jimin’s cock just draws you in no matter how much you want to look away.

You don’t have to worry for too long however. Because suddenly, you feel the searing sensation of burning hot wax on the small of your back, just at the top of your fleshy ass cheeks. You let out a hiss of pain laced with pleasure, back arching and legs shaking as the wax begins cooling against your skin. You let out a small cry, the pain of the wax mingling with the pleasurably vibrations between your legs. There’s no way you won’t cum, you can already feel your end nearing and Jungkook has barely even begun playing with you.

“Oh… gods” You breathe out, your voice stuttered as Jungkook drips another few drops of the wax on your skin, this time just above your pussy. You bite your lip so hard, you break the skin and the taste of metal iron fills your mouth. Jungkook pressed a kiss to your pussy, the vibrator shifting slightly and nudging against your g-spot. You buck your hips, trying to get away from him but Jungkook continuously alternates between dripping the hot wax on your skin and peppering light kisses, trying to alleviate the smarting skin.

“Please… Jungkook, I’m going to cum” You mewl, you can feel the intense pooling of heat in your abdomen and no you’re end is near. You buck into him, wanting more as your toes clench and unclench in anticipation. And then, suddenly it all stops. Jungkook rips the vibrator out of you and your pussy is clenching around nothing.

“No! Please!” You scream, begging for release but Jungkook simply tuts, spanking your ass.

“I said no” Jungkook says and you can feel the way he’s eying your leaking hole, watching the way your muscles imperceptibly shake. You can feel the impending orgasm slowly fade away and you’re left feeling empty again. And then Jungkook is pushing the vibrator back into you. You let out a little squeal, the powerful vibrations once again rocking through your entire body. Jungkook begins dripping wax over you again, this time on different erogenous spots on your back as he suckles tiny kisses into your inner thighs, leaving little flower bruises.

The intensity of the vibrations and Jungkook’s ministrations quickly bring your orgasm back with a raging vengeance. However, Jungkook can now spot the signs of your oncoming climax and once again he’s pulling away just at the crux of your high. You let out a pained cry as once again your orgasm is ripped away from you. You cry in frustration, small tears rolling down your cheeks as you practically beg him to let you cum. Jungkook’s refuses, simply waiting for your approaching orgasm once again fade away. And then it begins all over again, Jungkook pushing the vibrator into you.

“Don’t cum. I’m not going to control it now. If you cum, I will punish you” Jungkook warns once again and you shake your head with a cry, knowing that there’s no way you’d be able to stop yourself from cumming at this point.

You’re far too sensitive, your nerves burning with pleasure and pussy almost painfully aching from hypersensitisation and the continuous pulsing of the vibrator in your pussy. And then abruptly, you felt the sweltering sensation of wax near your clit. You all but scream at the pain and then he’s peeling off the cooled wax and wrapping his mouth around the small bundle of nerves, soothingly laving at it. He lightly suckles your clit and you know you’re fucked.

The mixture of the pain along with Jungkook’s suckling mixed with the vibrations in your pussy push you over the edge. You cum and you cum hard, screaming out his name as your muscles lock. Your back arches and you throw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Jungkook continues suckling at your clit, his fingers now thrusting the vibrator in and out of you and suddenly your vision goes white, black spots blinding your vision.

Jungkook jerks back slightly when your force of your contracting pussy pushes the vibrator out of you. And then you’re gushing, your pussy squirting all over his shirt and the bed; leaving everything wet and covered in your cum. His mouth wraps around your leaking hole, lapping at your quivering walls and drinking in your thick cum. You cry out his name, begging him to stop as your body is pushed into oversensitivity, wrists fighting the bindings so that you could push him off of you. But Jungkook continues, drawing out of orgasm and then forcing you to ride out the aftershocks.

When your orgasm finally subsides and you come back too, your vision clearing, the first thing you see is Jimin stroking his cock. His thumb slowly playing with his head as he rubs around his leaking precum. His cock looks wet and sticky and you yearn to wrap your mouth around his cock and have him fuck your face. Your legs are still shaking and you whine as Jungkook continuously laps at your dripping cum. You feel the wet, stickiness of the sheets around you and groan as you realised you squirted. Jungkook finally pulls away and then he’s grabbing your hair, pulling it and turning you to face him. He’s got a domineering look on his face, lips pulled into a smirk as he towers over you.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to cum Sweetheart. I think you need to be reminded off who’s in charge” Jungkook says and you immediately blanch, your blood running cold. You feel his large hand pushing your head back into the bed and you try to plead with him, but you’re cut off by a loud slap that echoes through the room and a sudden stinging sensation on the flesh of your ass, a cry forcing itself out of you. Jungkook smirks above you, his large hand raised before bringing it down hard against your supple ass once again, watching with lust as your ass ripples under him while you cry out loudly. His spanks are harder than before, the punishing force behind each and every impact increasing with each and every one of his spanks.

“Be quiet Sweetheart, unless you want someone to hear you” Jungkook warns as he continues spanking your ass until it’s raw and bruised. His words fall on deaf ears however as you continuously scream and cry out under him, tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried to shift your ass to evade the blows. Your hips raised up and moved side to side to try and dodge the spankings, but each and every one of Jungkook’s strikes land on target. You sob and struggle under him, wrists pulling at the silk ties binding your hands as you try and keep yourself up right but your actions only feed into Jungkook’s spank as he continues his punishment, your ass growing redder and redder as he continued.

“Jungkook… stop… oh god please. It hurts,” You beg and cry under him as pain flares along your ass cheeks. Jungkook simply moves his hand down slightly, spreading out his spanks as he begins to slap your thighs, the sensation making you squeal in protest. Jungkook’s hand pulls your head up by your hair, but he continues slapping your ass.

You’re crying freely now, makeup smeared and undoubtedly messy as you stare at the way Jimin is furiously palming his cock, his gaze focused on your ass. The sight of your tears however, has Jimin immediately getting up and walking over to you. His face is etched into one of concern as he kneels in front of you. His hands slowly wipe at your tears, kissing your face. He looks at your crying, screaming form as Jungkook continuously spanks your ass raw. Jimin’s eyes search your face, eyebrows creasing slightly as he realises how intensely Jungkook is spanking your ass.

“Angel… do you need to use the safe word? You remember it right? It’s raspberries” Jimin says, slightly concerned that you may have forgotten as he soothingly wipes your tears away. He knows you enjoy pain mixed with your pleasure, but he was worried that Jungkook was pushing you beyond what you could handle and that the pain was outdone by the pleasure. However, to his surprise, he’s cut off when you shake your head, your demeanour changing slightly as you stop evading the blows. Jungkook watches you carefully, his spanks slowing down as you whimper and cry beneath him. Jimin sends Jungkook a look and he spanks you one last time. Jimin picks you up and kisses you softly, your body still shaking and ass smarting. Jungkook’s palm slowly smooths over your burning ass, appreciating his work and cooing you with soft kisses to your temple.

“Shh. Angel, shhh, stop crying now. It’s okay, you did so well. You were so good for Jungkookie. You took your punishment so well Angel. You’re such a good girl” Jimin praises as he joins Jungkook in peppering your temple wit soft kisses. You hiccup between them, the tears finally stopping, your hips squirming from the sensation of Jungkook’s jean glad thighs brushing against your red raw ass. Jimin begins playing with your clit, amazed at how sopping wet you still are.

“You were so good Sweetheart. So good. Our baby deserves a reward” Jungkook groans as his fingers join Jimin’s in playing with your pussy. Jimin slowly kisses down your body before pressing light kisses into your breast. His mouth takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and nibbling lightly as Jungkook mindlessly teased your pussy.

“Please. Please, I need you in me. Anywhere, please” You beg, your throat hoarse and gravelly from screaming.

“I think you deserve that after being such a good girl” Jungkook says. You hear the rustling of clothing as you assume Jungkook begins stripping, Jimin still licking and suckling at your nipples.

Jungkook spreads your legs slightly, rubbing his length up and down your completely sodden pussy, teasing your engorged clit and sending electrical waves of pleasure running up and down your spine. Jungkook leans over slightly, kissing the back of your shoulder blade. You trembled in anticipation as Jungkook loomed over you. His thumbs slowly spread your cunt open, exposing the wet flesh of your insides and he lets out a little groan, eyes fixated on the way your pussy pulsates.

“God, you look so tight, but you’re so wet you’re dribbling all over the bed” Jungkook says, and then he’s spitting on his cock, rubbing it up and down before slowly guiding his cock into you. You whimper when the tip of his cock presses against the tight ring of muscle, not enough to penetrate but enough to tease.

“Do you want Kookie to fuck you Angel? I know I do. I want to watch as he fucks you open. I want to watch him fill you up with cum. And then I’ll fill you up with my cum too. Would you like that Angel?” Jimin asks, breaking away from your tits to stare at you deeply. You nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to have both their seed dripping out of you.

“Then tell him. Ask Jungkook to fuck you” Jimin says, pushing your hair behind your forehead. You’re currently on your knees, face to chest with Jimin, your bound wrists wresting against Jimin’s chest, palms pressing into the skin.

“Jungkook… fuck me please” You beg, head turning back and looking at him with pleading eyes. The way you beg has Jungkook losing all semblance of his restraint and he rears his hips back before thrusting forward with every ounce of his strength.

The rounded head of his dick paired with your slick easily has him forcing his way inside of you. Jungkook continues pushing in and you let out a shuddering scream, body shaking at the intrusion. He’s incredibly thick, not as thick as Jimin, but considerably longer. Jungkook continues pushing into you, manoeuvring his hips so that he can fit into the tight velvet cavern that is your pussy. The action forces a scream out of you, hips rotating and body shaking as you tried to take him all into you. You mouth gapes open, panting loudly and almost losing consciousness at the feeling of finally being so full.

“Oh fuck” Jungkook hisses as he finally bottoms out. He stills suddenly, one to allow your incredibly tight pussy to grow accustomed to his size, but also so he doesn’t cum from the sweeping moment of the incredible tightness of your rippling pussy. A couple moments later, Jungkook begins pulling himself out, groaning at the way your pussy clamps around him, trying to keep him inside. The sight is too much for him and he begins a punishing pace, mercilessly thrusting his cock into your body, forcing cries of pleasure out from under you.

“Is Kookie fucking you good Angel?” Jimin asks, his lips pressing into the supple skin of your throat. You nod above him, breathing heavily as you attempt to unbutton Jimin’s shirt with shaky hands. Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his own fingers helping you in ridding him off his suit blazer and shirt. As soon as his chest is exposed, you press your palms against it, slowly kissing and licking at his collarbones, leaving dark bruises in your wake.

Your skin is sweat soaked and only aids in the slapping noises of your skins against each other. Your muscles tense and flex involuntarily under Jungkook from the waves of pleasure wrought on your body from his thick cock spearing into you. Your hips roll to meet with each and every one of his thrusts, the loud slap of your meeting hips echoing through the room. Jimin grabs you by the throat, and pulls you up for another kiss, your body jerking against him with the force of each and every one of Jungkook’s thrusts. One of Jimin’s hands moves to play with your clit, causing you to let out a strangled cry, your hands reaching out to grasp Jimin’s cock.

“Fuck. Yeah, wank me off baby. God you’re so good. Does it feel good? Does it feel good having Jungkook fuck you open? Is he fucking you good Angel?” Jimin asks, his cock thrusting into your palms. You nod frantically, loving the way Jungkook’s head brushes against you g-spot every time he fucks into you. Jimin throws his head back, roughly thrusting his hand between your palms, the way his cock brushes against the soft silk only adding to his pleasure.

Jungkook forces himself deeper into you, your cries growing louder as his hips slam viciously into your still raw ass, the painful stings from your previous punishment mingling in with the smacking of his hips against your ass. The combined pain and pleasure has your eyes rolling back into your skull. Your toes begin curling, voice straining as your moans grow louder when you feel your orgasm approaching. Jimin smirks above you and then suddenly he’s pressing the vibrator against your clit.

“Chim- KOOK” You scream both their names, your body lurching and muscles flexing uncontrollably as Jimin presses the vibrator firmly and harshly against your throbbing clit. You breathing labours as you pant between them. Your fingers flex against Jimin’s cock, the soft tremors of them stimulating Jimin even further.

“Are you cumming Angel? Cum. Cream Jungkookie’s cock with your cum” Jimin orders. Jungkook has lost himself in the slick tightness that was your pussy, the sounds of his hip slapping against your still sensitive ass filling his ears. You begin crying out loudly, both his and Jimin’s ministrations finally becoming too much. Tears prickle in your ears and you cry out their names loudly as you finally relax and begin cumming around Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook hisses at the way you tighten, both of you moaning and grunting, hips rolling and grinding in a stilted rhythm as you both hit the crux of your climax. Jungkook roars and shoves you forward, forcing you to release Jimin’s cock as he thrusts as hard and fast as he could into your body. You grip the covers at the edge of the bed, as Jungkook jackhammers into you with all his might. His chest is pressed against your back, raging cocking pulsating and burning inside you. Your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, velvety walls ripping around his smooth shaft.

Finally, with one last thrust, he climaxes. His cum erupts out of his dick, exploding inside you in an eruption of a white warm mess. He pushes his cock as deep into you as he could, filling you with his thick cum. You scream at the sensation of him cumming in your pussy, his load so hot that it feels like it’s burning you alive. Your pussy clenches tight, gripping Jungkook so tight that it practically tries to expel him out of you, making him whine in oversensitivity. You panted, body flopping into the mattress and muscles quivering as you both came down from your highs, Jungkook’s cock still buried deep inside you.

Jimin removes the vibrator from your clit and pushes Jungkook away. He flips you over onto your back, loving the way your tits bounce when you flop on the mattress below him. Jimin slowly spread your legs, watching in perverse satisfaction at the way Jungkook’s cum spills out of your fucked open cunt. Jimin rubs his cock up and down your pussy lips and you shake your head, far too sensitised. Jimin’s fingers play with the cum dripping out of you, his thick fingers sticking into you and pulling out Jungkook’s cum before pushing it back into you.

“Shit, Angel. Kookie’s cum is dripping out of you. He filled you up so much baby, fuck his baby into you” Jimin groans as he continues scooping Jungkook’s cum out of you, only to push it back into you. You whined at the stimulation, your pussy still in the aftershocks of your last orgasm. You feel Jungkook flop down beside you, his chest heaving. He flips onto his slide, pressing his head against your tits and soft playing with your sensitive nipples.

“I fucked her belly full of my seed, she’s going to be so swollen with my baby” Jungkook replies, his voice slightly taunting and Jimin let’s out a mix of a strained moan of pleasure and a possessive growl. He pushes his cock into you all of a sudden and you cry out with a yelp, wrists straining against the ribbons as you tried to push him away. Jungkook grabs your wrists and pulls them above you, keeping them locked in his grip. Jimin slides his cock in easily, the stretch slightly painful from both his enormously thick girth and the oversensitivity of your walls.

Jimin bends over and plunges his tongue into your mouth, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. He bites your lip gently, drawing out a pleasurable moan from you as he continues thrusting his cock into your tight cunt. Jimin pulls out completely, watching the way his cock leaves your pussy completely drenched in a mixture of both yours and Jungkook’s cum before thrusting back in. Your pussy squelched, the remnants of Jungkook’s cum being fucked both in and out of you from Jimin’s punishing pace. You cried underneath him, sobbing out his name as your pussy ached from both his and Jungkook’s battering.

“Jimin, I can’t please” You beg but Jimin simply growls.

“Not until I’ve fucked my cum into you Angel. Jungkook got to breed your pretty little pussy, but now it’s my turn. I’m going to fuck you so hard and then I’m going to fill this pretty cunt with my cum. Jungkookie and I are gonna get you nice and pregnant. Get you all swollen with our babies and then we’ll fuck even more of our cum into you” Jimin growls, his voice low and harsh and you throw your head back, pussy clamping at his words. Jimin hisses, one hand moving to play with your clit.

“You like that sweetheart? Yeah you do. I know you do. You love the idea of the both of us filling you with our cum. Breeding you over and over again until you’re leaking with our cum for days. Do you want that?” Jimin asks and you whine, your hips thrusting into his. Jimin however, doesn’t accept that as an answer and pinches your clit, drawing another cry out of you.

“I asked you a question Angel. Do you want me to fill you with my cum? To fill you up until you’re all swollen with my seed? Carrying my babies?” Jimin asked, angling his cock to thrust against your g-spot repeatedly. He spreads your legs wider, burying his cock into the hilt repeatedly, ball deep in your cunt; pelvic bone skimming across your clit with every thrust. One of his hands moves to splay against your abdomen, pressing into you and forcing you to tighten around him, feeling him deep in your guts.

“Yes! Please! Please cum in me. Fill me up with you cum… Jimin please” You plead, voice cracking as your throat strains to get the words out. Jimin grips your thigh, pushing it against your chest. The change in position allows him even deeper into you. You mewl under him, Jimin’s hands gripping at your hips and pulling you into his cock. He began impaling his cock even faster into you, his hips moving as a blur, his dick pumping into you over and over again.

Jimin shifted once again, knowing exactly where all your sweet spots are. You let out a small cry when his tip hammered into your g-spot over and over again, screeching out his name. You could feel your womb begin to tighten again, your words now incoherent as you lost every semblance of sanity. Your muscles contracted and you pulled against your restraints, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and pull him close to you. Jimin hissed, his hand moving down and pulling the leg that was pressed against your chest over his shoulder.

Jimin moves his hand back to your clit, fingers playing with your clit, rolling, prodding and pinching the nub as you cried out. You were far too gone into your own pleasure to know what was going on anymore, lost in the euphoric haze that was your building orgasm. All you could feel was Jimin fucking into you as hard and fast as he could, the way he grunted and panted over you, the sound of your skin slapping against each other. Jimin felt you walls clamp around him rhythmically once again and knew your orgasm was drawing nearer.

“Jimin…” You breathed out and your boyfriend shuddered at the sound. He bent over, capturing your lips between his.

“I know. It’s okay, last one. Last one and I’ll cum in you and fill you up okay? Just give me one more. Cum for me one more time” Jimin says, and then he pinches your clit. You still under him, Jimin continuously thrusting and when he pushes in particularly deep, you have no choice but to cum all over him. Jimin hisses, feeling you clamp uncontrollably around him. The leg braced against his shoulder rattles against his chest as he licks the outer shell of your ear.

Your eyes flutter shut and you vision goes blank for the second time that night, blinding white spots filling your vision. Jimin feels you clamp up, tighter than before and he knows you’re cumming from the way you whine and writhe underneath him. He feels you squirt around him and lets out a soft groan. Jimin pushes himself as deep as he possibly could before feeling his balls tighten. He roars out your name, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out of him and into your willing body. He groans, hips moving in small thrusts as he fills you up to the brim, displacing Jungkook’s cum with his own. Both your breaths are laboured, tingles running up and down his spine as you quiver under him. The two of you gasp for air, as you came down from your highs.

Jimin pulls out, watching the way his cum spills out of your fucked-out hole. His fingers push into you, making you whine and struggle against your restraints as you try to push him away. When Jimin finishes pushing his cum back into you, he flops over you, arms braced on either side of you, Jungkook rolling to the side to give him more space. He takes in your face, your eyes barely managing to stay open, sweat soaked skin plastered to your face. You’re still twitching every now and then and a small part of him feels guilty for pushing you so far. He draws back onto his knees and begins undoing the ribbons around your hands.

His eyes droop slightly at the slight red bruising around your skin from where you pulled against the restraints. He brings your wrists to his lips and pressed soft kisses into them. Jimin moves from between your thighs and you moan in protest when you attempt to close them, the discomfort of being stretched and battered so much already settling in. Jimin presses light kisses against your temple before getting up and moving towards your bathroom. Faintly you heard him running the bath and sighed, knowing that you were too tired to do anything but needed the soothing relief of the warm water considering every single one of your muscles was protesting.

You feel Jungkook press into your side, his face nuzzled into your throat, pressing lazy kisses into the skin. You stiffen slightly, unsure of how to react. You know that Jimin had given him permission to fuck you, but this was beyond sex. This was intimate. The way he pressed kisses into your neck, the feel of his naked body against yours, the way his hand wandered up and down your body, caressing your abdomen and breast. A small part of you wondered how he went from being so dominant in bed to being such a baby within the span of two minutes. Just as you’re about to say something, the two of you hear Jimin call out.

“Guk, bring her here. Her bath is ready” Jimin calls and Jungkook gets up and slips his hands under you, carrying you bridal style. You whine in pain when your muscles smart, the achy soreness crying out for the feel of a warm bubble bath.

When you get to the bathroom, you realise Jimin has already stripped down and submersed himself in the bath. Jungkook carefully places you between Jimin’s spread legs before climbing in on the opposite end. It’s a tight squeeze, but somehow you manage. Jungkook pulls your feet into his lap, skilled arms running over your calves and slowly massaging them under the warm soapy water. Your head lolls back to rest between the crook of Jimin’s neck and collarbone, Jimin’s hands running over your soft belly before light massaging your thighs.

You let out a little sigh of content, enjoying the feel of both men running their hands over your aching muscles, soothing the soreness in them. You briefly feel Jimin’s fingers press into your pussy, running his hands through the folds as he cleans you off of their dried cum as thoroughly as he can. Jungkook reaches for your loofa, running the abrasive material against your right leg, pulling it up to press a soft kiss on your ankle before repeating his actions on the second leg. You heart speeds up at his thoughtful actions and you want to be grateful but it only brings you more confusion as to not only your feelings towards him, but also why Jimin was so okay with you sharing such intimate moments with him.

“Are you enjoying your birthday present Angel?” Jimin asks, pressing a light kiss on your shoulder and you preen under his attention but your brows furrow slightly

“I thought it was just the sex that was the present?” You ask curiously and Jungkook looks at you slightly nervously, Jimin chuckling.

“Angel… yes it was. But it’s more than that. I meant what I said, I don’t mind sharing you with Jungkook. He likes you and I know you like him too. That is, if you want this to be a thing. It can just be sex. It can just be a one-time thing. But if you want to be in a relationship with both of us, that’s okay too. Your choice Angel” Jimin says and you abruptly understand the nervousness on Jungkook’s face.

You’re unsure of what to think. A hundred thoughts are running through your head. How would this turn out? Jimin was jealous and Jungkook was competitive. But they were also best friends and group mates, you didn’t want this to come between them. Also, how would it work? You and Jimin have been in a relationship for years, what would it be like introducing Jungkook into it? Would your friends accept? Polyamorous relationships were slowly becoming more normal but that didn’t mean it wasn’t frowned upon. And then what about their fans? Would they approve? Would they send you hate? Would they hate the boys? There were hundreds of cons as to why this wouldn’t work, but as you looked at Jungkook’s face, you realised it didn’t matter. There were pros and cons to every relationship. But there was only one thing, one pro that really mattered. And that was, that you had feelings for both Jimin and Jungkook.

You looked at Jungkook’s nervous face. His hair slightly wet and flipping in front of his eyes. His eyebrows were knitted slightly, in one of both fear, nervousness and hope. His large doe eyes looked at you pleading but also a part of you knew that if you said no, he’d bow out graciously. Jungkook runs the loofa against the bottom of your calf, breaking your gaze as he awaits your decision with bated breath. Your face softens at his tender, affectionate touches; loving the attention he’s paying to you.

“If… if you don’t mind… I’d like to try,” You say after a while and Jungkook’s head snaps up. His eyes rapidly scan your face for any doubts, but when he finds none, his face lights up and his lips pull into his trademark bunny grin.

And then he jumps and rushes over to you, completely forgetting that the three of you are in a bath. You let out a laugh, giggling when water splashes on your bathroom tiles as Jungkook leans over you; sandwiching you between him and Jimin. Jungkook ecstatically presses kisses all over your face and you giggle at how happy he is, Jimin playfully complaining about how they’d have to clean up the bathroom. But you don’t care.

Because you’d just gotten the best birthday gift.

A/N: lmao don’t even @ me because i know i’m going to hell but i’m taking y’all with me

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[emily-strange]

Second Chances

Wow so this chapter...feels like I’ve been working on it for years! haha But we got there in the end. I’m going to be on and off here today because it’s my birthday and I’ll either be off playing games to distract myself or in a cupboard crying because I feel old haha

Really hope you enjoy this chapter!! Please let me know what you think xx

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For the premise of this story, Jack is a little bit younger. I just can’t hurt that boy’s feelings!

Summary: You’re Sadie Adler’s 18 year old daughter who was visiting when the O’Driscoll’s attack. How will you cope with gang life and your increasing feelings for someone who, on the surface, isn’t up for grabs?

Pairing: John Marston x female reader

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Chapter 7

You see Hosea glance at you but you don’t make eye contact with him, you just play with the skirt of your dress and try to seem less frazzled than you actually feel. He’d caught you off guard and you know he noticed it.

Hosea whistles and calls for Arthur to loop around and come back to the wagon, which he does with the greatest of ease. Even with your new little horse in tow. When he reaches the front of the wagon, Hosea pulls on the horses to stop the wagon.

“It’sa nice day. Miss Adler ‘nd I are gonna take the scenic route back ta camp. You good?” Hosea asks Arthur even though you all know it isn’t a question. Arthur looks at you and then scoffs a little bit, shaking his head while grumbling something like, “Alright” under his breath. He really can be so grumpy.

Hosea takes out the large stack of bills from his breast pocket and dolls it out amongst the three of you. He hands two piles to Arthur for camp and himself, then hands a pile to you.

You take the stack and look through bills, “Wow…” you say quietly to yourself. Trying to forget the people, or person, that the money came from. You then turn to Hosea and say appreciatively, “…..minus the amount for the horse?”

Hosea chuckles and stuffs his pile back into his pocket, “Now, I’m making an….executive decision here and sayin’ that boys an investment fer the camp. So, camp’ll pay….You two happy with that!?”

Hosea looks at Arthur who holds up his hands up in surrender before putting his money away. You open your mouth to protest but Arthur beats you to it saying, “I’d just agree if I were you Miss. He’s likea dog with a bone when he gets an idea into him.”

“Okay…” you say to Hosea, your smile beaming, “Thank you Mr Matthews.” You lean across the seat and give Hosea a small kiss on his cheek.

“Best not be doin’ that either, think his heart’ll give out!” Arthur laughs heartily and Hosea reaches for his gun. “Think that’s ma queue!” Arthur says before manoeuvring the horse’s round again.

“Can you please tell my mom that I’m fine….oh and ask Kieran to check over my new baby?” You ask Arthur who shakes his head and replies, “That best not be his new name.”

“Well….” You pretend to think to yourself, “….he is a Morgan. Maybe I’ll call him Arthur.”

Hosea bursts out a large laugh and Arthur grumbles to himself, “Never heard that one before.”

You smile at Arthur who huffs lightly and tips his hat. He gently kicks the horses into a gallop and you smile watching your new horse trot away, knowing he’s safe with Arthur. He’s grumpy but he loves those horses. You’ve seen him sneak your boy a treat or two already.

“Shall we?” Hosea asks readying the reins and you nod happily singing, “We shall!”

Hosea gets the wagon going again and you ride in comfortable silence for around 15 minutes. He stops at a lovely grassy bank next to a large lake and you eagerly jump down, not waiting for Hosea to help you. While Hosea secures the horses, you walk to the waters edge and squint as the sun glares off of the water.

“Me and Bessie stopped at this lake many a time on the way back from town.” He says looking out into the water. You can tell whoever she was meant a great deal to him.

“Bessie was my wife” Hosea confirms and moves to sit on a large overturned log; groaning a bit as he sits, “We lost her a while back now. Still feels like yesterday.”

You take a seat next to him and think about your father.

“Does it ever get better?” you ask Hosea in a small voice, “Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe it hurts so much.”

Hosea sighs and you know he’s choosing his words carefully.

“It doesn’t always get...better..” he says, stopping briefly, “but it does get easier to carry.”

You nod, mostly to yourself and Hosea bumps your arms with his. Bringing you back to the present.

“Now, I’m not usually in the business of gossiping.” He begins, giving a slight chuckle, “However..John..” Hosea trails off and shakes his head, almost as if he isn’t sure how to phrase it. You sit quietly and allow him the space to think. After about half a minute, Hosea continues, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.

“You haveta understand that John and Arthur, they grew up tough. It was hard on them. Those boys…” Hosea sighs, “Me and Bessie, we couldn’t have kids. Probably for the best considering our lifestyle but..they were ours you know? We raised them as ours.” You smile and nod, imagining a pair of young (and grumpy) misfit teenagers.

Hosea sees you smile and laughs.

“You know, I don’t think John’s properly cut his hair since Bessie died. She used ta have Arthur pin him down just so she could shear that mop.” He grins while putting his head in his hands dramatically.

“Something I’m sure he appreciated greatly” you laugh. You look at Hosea and watch as his eyes swim with all the memories his heart clearly holds. He takes a moment and adjusts his hat, shielding himself from the bright sun. And possibly shielding his eyes from you.

“But as I was sayin’. They didn’t have it easy. Arthur’d been with us a long while before Dutch saved John..” Hosea continues but your brain jumped at the word “saved”. You opened your mouth to ask but Hosea cut you off, “Now I’ll let John tell you about his past. Some things a man should be allowed to keep to himself if he so chooses.”

You try to understand where Hosea is coming from but it just confuses you.

“Why share anything with me then? About John?” you ask, honestly curious as to why the older man would ‘indulge in gossip’ as he put it.

Hosea glances at you and gives a small, sweet smile, “Honestly? Because no one’s ever seemed bothered before...about how John is. Not since Bessie anyway…I think that might be the biggest reason he ran off.”

“Something was mentioned about him leaving….” You say quietly.

“Mmhm for about a year. After Jack was born…it was tough on him. But runnin’ off…” Hosea is the picture of a disappointed father as he shakes his head, “for a while we thought he was dead. But then people’d seen him about so. That’s when we knew. If I had’ta guess, I’d say that’s what hurt Arthur the most. Thinkin’ his brother was dead. Then finding out he’d just taken off.”

“I get it..” you say begrudgingly. Part of you had hoped Arthur was being petty in his feelings towards John but honestly you really did understand. You take a second to ponder over how someone might feel if you just took off one day, or night, without a word. The memories threatening to invade your mind make you feel less than relaxed so you jump back into the conversation with another question. “Did he just..waltz back in one day?”

“Basically” Hosea nods and gives a grim laugh, “I think he was expecting more of a fight. He came in with his back up, waitin’ for a punch but Arthur just…walked away.”

“That was probably worse.” You recognise and Hosea agrees. “John said he went to Arthur when Abigail told him she was pregnant. That all he said was that it was time to ‘be a man’.”

Hosea scoffs, “I’m sure he did. Arthur had his reasons for reacting that way…but I agree with what you’re getting at. He could’ve handled it better.”

Hosea gets up and stretches out his back with an over the top groan. You watch him as he settles his hands on his hips and turns to you. “Now, Miss Adler, why don’t you just ask what I know you’re dyin’ to ask.” He says smiling perceptively at you.

“John’s not Jack’s father is he?” you blurt out and Hosea lets out a long, deep breath before simply saying, “I don’t believe so, no.”

All of a sudden you jump up from your seat on the log, causing the older man to flinch. You stomp childishly over to Hosea and find yourself in front of him before your brain even registers that you’ve stood up.

“I don’t understand you people!” you almost yell, “He’s…he’s struggling. He doesn’t eat, do you know that? He thinks no one notices, but I did, I do. He doesn’t…people are...and well Abigail she’s..” you flail your arms around. Completely exasperated, “I don’t understand you all.”

You shake your head when Hosea stays quiet. You can see that part of him is ashamed. It’s in the way he hangs his head, avoiding eye contact with you completely. You go and sit back down on the log with a thud, “You all go on about being family…but when one of you are struggling….you’re just setting him up to fail.”

“I know it might seem that way y/n but John knew what he was riskin’ when he started seein’ Abigail. Dutch has always preached about goin’ outside’a camp for…companionship. Not that he practices it himself of course.” Hosea grumbles and comes to sit next to you as you listen, “I did warn him. As did Arthur.”

Hosea sighs and scratches at his chin. You don’t know what you’d expected when you decided to get answers from one of the gang’s elders, but this horrible sinking feeling wasn’t it. John’s situation seems well and truly stuck.

“Arthur’s always gained somethin’ from being alone. Like he thrives on that feelin’. Be it good or bad!” Hosea laughs humourlessly, “But John…being alone, it almost…cripples him. Used ta drive Arthur nuts, couldn’t get a moments peace when John was younger. Always wanting someone with him. Needing someone next to him when he slept.”

“That’s so…sad.” You say and Hosea looks at you. After a moment you both break into a morbid little chuckle which erupts into full blown laughter. You don’t know why you’re laughing, it’s horrible really. But it’s almost so sad that if you don’t find the humour in Arthur’s annoyance then all you’d do is cry.

“Oh and doesn’t that sum everything up nicely?” Hosea says once the laughter subsides, “Sad.”

You both sit quietly for a minute or two and just let the sun shine down on you.

“John’s always been sensitive” Hosea finally says, “It’s somethin’ Dutchs’ tried ta shake outta him over the years. He basically caused this…rivalry, between him and Arthur hoping it’d toughen him up.”

“Well, the man survived gunshots and a wolf attack. I’d say he’s pretty damn tough and I doubt very much that’s from years of being pitted against Arthur.” You say bitterly as your nostrils flare. You completely miss the smirk Hosea gives you. “So unless Abigail decides to be…forthcoming…with the truth…that’s that?” you ask, fully knowing the answer.

After a quiet pause Hosea says gently, “I know this world may be confusing fer you. If you ask me, you ‘nd your mother are better off out of it…not sayin’ you should just up and leave, but…I just think once you’re on yer feet…it may be worth thinkin’ long and hard about how you want your life to look.”

“And isn’t that the million-dollar question.” You say under your breath, but Hosea had still caught it and looks at you quizzically. “Sorry” you say laughing a little, “it’s something my pa used to say. When I asked for advice or his opinion…he used to say ‘now isn’t that the million-dollar question’.” You smile at the memory but find yourself falling into a pit of sadness. But before melancholy can completely set in, Hosea breaks the silence.  

“Now, I think I’ve been good and honest with you Miss Adler. Will you be honest with me?” Hosea asks, turning fully to look at you. You shrink under his intense gaze but nod anyway. “What is it about our Mr Marston that has you so…curious…as you put it?”

You know what Hosea is asking. He’s trying to suss out if you have romantic feelings or intentions towards John. Problem is, you don’t really know yourself. So instead of lying you decide to be completely truthful, part of you sensing that he’d know if you lied. So why try?

“Honestly Hosea…I don’t know.” You say before running your hands through your hair, getting it out of your face so you can look him in the eye better, “He was sweet to me. Kind. And, I think I want to repay that you know? Be a friend maybe…” You trail off and shrug, knowing it isn’t a concrete answer. It does however seem to satisfy Hosea who claps his hands onto his knees and pushes himself up.

“Alright then. Good enough.” He says holding out a hand to you. You take it and he helps you up from the log, “You know, my Bessie would’ve liked you. You have’a kind soul…but I also see the fire she used’ta have herself.”

“In that case I’ll take it as a wonderful compliment Mr Matthews.” You say making your way back to the wagon. “You know, I’d like to know more about her…if you ever feel like sharing.”

Ever the gentleman, Hosea helps you up onto the wagon and you smooth out your dress before sitting. You’re really looking forward to getting back into some jeans. After Hosea settles next to you, he quietly says, “I think I’ve had my fill of memories today Miss. But at another time, that’d be lovely.”

He gives you another soft smile before starting the horses back towards camp.

[princessanneftw]

Happiest Birthday

- @lotuslioness

1st March 1987

Anne was having tea with her mother. She felt like something was amiss, but couldn't really put her fingers on, just before Tim came into the room.

"Your Majesty, your Royal Highness," he bowed his head, then handed her mother a file folder. "Those are all the reports you requested Ma'am, concerning the upcoming state visit. The plans are progressing smoothly and the final details will be presented to you by the end of the week.”

The Queen flicked through the reports and hummed in approval.

"Excellent Timothy, thank you. Are you leaving now?" She asked him

"Yes Ma'am. I will be back early tomorrow morning, that is if you permit it, of course." He responded politely.

"Of course you may. Have a pleasant evening." The Queen said smiling at the man who had become one of her favourite equerries. A smile that the equerry reciprocated with a thank you.

"Wait, why are you leaving now? I thought you were staying in the palace on weekdays?" Asked Anne, curious.

"Oh, today is the Commander's birthday and I thought he deserves the evening off to celebrate." The Queen answered instead. Anne only raised an eyebrow and looked back at Tim.

"Is that so? I didn't know it was today. Happy birthday Commander. Though, having a party without inviting me? And I thought we were friends." She teased him, but inside she was burning with jealousy. Why didn't he tell me? Maybe he has a girlfriend and wants to celebrate with her.. did I misinterpret our closeness?

Tim, whose face was red as a tomato, started explaining hastily. "No Ma'am, I'm not having any party. I didn't have the time to arrange anything, besides I quite dislike being the center of attention, so no big celebration for me. Just dinner with my family, and my friend Charlie if he can make it, at a nearby restaurant in Winchester. You are very welcome to join us.. I-I do consider you a close friend". 

Anne could only laugh. She didn't know if it was from relief that he'll be just with his family, or happiness because he invited her or just because he was cute when all embarrassed and shy.

"Anne!" Her mother admonished. Anne quickly regained her composure and grinned at Tim.

"I'm sorry, I was just teasing you, and you just looked funny with your face all red, I really am sorry. Unfortunately, I'll have to decline your invitation as I have a lot of work waiting for me, but maybe next time. Again I wish you the happiest birthday and many happy returns." She said smiling fondly.

With a quiet sigh of relief and a smile, a thank you, and head bow to both women, he excused himself and left.

The Queen didn't wait for Tim to leave the room and started to scold her daughter for teasing the poor man, which only made Anne laugh again. "He is just so easy to tease, Mummy." The Queen just shook her head and steered the discussion to another subject.

Afterwards, when Anne returned to her St. James’s apartment she called her best friend Andrew Parker Bowles and as soon as he picked up the phone, she asked him if he was alone. When he said yes, she bombarded him with questions.

"Andrew, I need your help. What's the best men’s fragrance in the market? Also, do you know anyone who could make customised cufflinks at short notice but still good quality? I need them as soon as, hmm, say Sunday. Discrete one of course." She said in one breath.

"Wait wait wait, hold your horses for a second here woman. Firstly, hello, I'm doing well, the kids are doing wonderfully too. Camilla? I guess she is fine too, she is visiting some friends. And secondly, what the fuck is the rush? Why are you asking for men's perfumes and cufflinks? As far as I know, Mark's worn the same fragrance since God knows when and he doesn't wear cufflinks."

"Yes, uhm, sorry, how are you?" She said blushing, Andrew seemed getting impatient with his friend. "Anne!" He growled, "drop the act, you've never been polite or apologetic with me before. Now answer the questions." 

"Alright, alright, so today is Tim's birthday and-" she started only for her friend to interrupt her.

“Who the bloody hell is Tim?”

"My mother's equerry, Timothy Laurence. I told you about him before." Anne answered impatiently.

"Ah, Mr Navy, tall and chiselled and respectful beyond belief, now I recognise him. So what about him?" Andrew teased.

"Oh shut up," and she launched into what had happened that day.

15 minutes later, which could've taken less but Anne threw in some details that Andrew didn't think he needed to know, he sighed.

"Well I think you’re infatuated with him. Don't interrupt me, I think it's foolish and risky but who am I to deny you the smallest happiness in life, when I know how much you've been sad the last years even if you've never told me.. I'll contact Deakin & Francis and see if they can make you bespoke cufflinks for him, just tell me your budget and design and I'll take care of the rest. As for the perfume, I heard from some pals that ‘Obsession’ for men from Calvin Klein was popular last year and even this year aswell-"

"Obsession! Are you mocking me?" Anne's voice was ice cold.

"Of course not, I’m beingserious Anne!" exclaimed Andrew. She apologised again, thanked her friend and explained her idea for the design as well as a suitable budget.

"Alright Andrew, thank you so much, I'll talk to you later. Goodnight.” With a last goodnight from Andrew, she hung up.

The next morning after finishing her last engagement in London, she drove herself to Gatcombe. Thursday morning, Mark would leave for Scotland, and she didn't want to leave the kids alone. She passed by her favourite perfume makers "Floris''. She decideded against buying the one Andrew suggested. Even if it was a very good one, it’s name just threw her off. Instead she thought about a bespoke one, as well as a shaving set perhaps. I'm not buying his affection, am I? But he deserved it all. Tim always made her smile whether it was intentional or not, took care of her kids whenever they met, entertaining them, teaching them new games, explaining things for them: talks about history, science, the sea, boats, anything that fascinated their young minds in simple words and captured their imagination. All while carrying his duties with purpose, good manners and determination. Gaining the respect and admiration of everyone who interacts with him, including her hard-to-please father and grandmother. But what she liked most about him was that he didn't always agree with her, and didn't hesitate to point out when she was wrong.

When she finally arrived home, she just had time to freshen up then went to check on the kids, helping them with their homework. After dinner she played with them, chatted a bit with Mark, put the kids to bed and went to her office to prepare for the next day's engagement.

Mark left that night to fly to Scotland, in pretext of having a meeting tomorrow morning. She was somewhat grateful. At least he stayed for dinner and that made Peter and Zara happy to have both their parents with them.

Anne started rearranging her papers, tired and ready to sleep, when the telephone rang. She was surprised to find the person who occupied most of her thoughts on the other end.

"I hope I didn't wake you up, I know it's late but I had to talk to you." It was Tim.

"And what if it was my husband who answered? What would he say?" asked Anne.

"I-I... I'm sorry, I didn't think of that.." stuttered Tim, which was unusual for him.

"Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. He’s not here, and it's a direct line so I'll be the only one to answer," she heard a sigh of relief from him, then a chuckle.

"I see you quite enjoy teasing me lately." She just laughed. It was true, she loved teasing him for different reasons, most still unknown to her.

"Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of having you phoning me tonight?" She asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I looked for you at your office in the Palace but I was told you weren't there. So I thought I'd call you. I wanted to apologise for not inviting you yesterday. It did cross my mind, but I thought it was inappropriate, and I regretted not telling you.." And he did sound apologetic.

"There’s no need to apologise Tim, I said I had a lot of work,” she reassured him. “So tell me, did you have a nice time?"

"Wonderful," and he started telling her all about his evening, his brother’s antics and his mother’s doting. How Charlie had missed dinner but they went to a bar afterwards to have some drinks. They kept talking until her voice started fading, he bid her goodnight and she went to sleep, her dreams filled with a certain black haired, green eyed sailor.

Friday came quickly and Andrew brought her Tim's gift before she collected her order from Floris. At dinner when her kids started arguing about what to give their Uncle Ed for his upcoming birthday, which led to them listing everyone they knew who was born in March, she mentioned to them that Tim's birthday was also in March. A very excited Zara asked how did her mother know? Anne explained what happened last Tuesday. Well, only what they needed to know.

"So did he have a party?" Asked Zara.

"As far as I know, no. It was just dinner with his mum, his brother and his friend."

"But he got a cake at least?" Peter wondered. 

"Maybe." She didn't want the kids to know that she had a long discussion with Tim about his birthday when she didn't talk to their father more than 5 minutes since he left.

Zara and Peter looked at each other before Peter spoke. "Mummy, could we please visit Tim this weekend? To wish him a happy birthday?" Zara nodded and added: "We could make him a cake too! It’s not a proper birthday without a cake, even Gan Gan always has cake on her birthday!”

"I don't think it's appropriate. Besides, Commander Laurence doesn't always stay in the Palace on the weekends."

"Pleeease Mummy?” Both begged and didn't stop only after she promised them that if they behaved tomorrow, did their homework, and stayed out of trouble she may consider taking them to visit Tim. She thought it could be a nice opportunity to give him his gifts a day earlier than she had planned.

The next day, the kids behaved impeccably and did all their homework. Keeping her promise, she called the Palace to ask about the equerry's whereabouts, getting his address and his phone number. She called him at his house, wondering if he could lend her some book they'd talked about the last time and casually asked if he had any plans for Sunday. Apart from visiting his mother that morning, he said he'd spend the afternoon reading and catching up on some work.

The kids were delighted when she said they'd be visiting Tim the next day. Sunday morning, she took them to buy a small gift for the Commander. Zara chose a rectangular, wooden photo frame with horseshoe carvings, to frame a drawing she did for Tim, of horses and a beach and what appeared to be two people, a short one with yellow hair and the other very tall with black hair. As for Peter, he picked ‘Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Novels and Stories, Volume II’. After wrapping them, the kids bullied her to make a cake. It was very messy but they succeeded. Later, they took the car and set out for a 2 hour drive to Winchester.

Upon arriving, they got the wrong house first, but they were directed to the right house. To say Tim was surprised would be an understatement. He was shocked. The poor man was clearly woken up, if his shorts and loose t-shirt were any indication. He invited them inside and as soon as the door was closed, the kids shouted ‘happy birthday’ to him. Here it goes, hours of lecture on how to behave, well at least we are inside the house mused Anne. Tim smiled at the kids and thanked them, showed them to the living room and went to change his clothes. 

Anne's eyes scolded her kids, then let her eyes wander around the living room. It was small but tidy, full of books and pictures but what caught her eyes were the various boats and ships models. The largest one was in the middle of the dining table, where a pile of paperwork was also stacked.

"Mummy we left the cake in the car!" exclaimed Peter.

"I'll get it. Don't touch anything!" Anne got up but in the corridor, she met Tim coming downstairs.

"Is everything alright?" He asked fastening his shirt's cuffs.

"The kids made you a cake and we left it in the car," she answered, showing him the keys. "I’m just going to get it-"

"I'll get it. My next door neighbor's mother is visiting and she is a bit nosy. If she saw you, we’d never hear the end of it." She grimaced then smiled, handed him the keys and went back to the living room.

Minutes later, Tim returned with a platter of tea and biscuits as well as fruit juice for Peter and Zara. The clumsily decorated but edible chocolate cake was on another plate.

They chatted together. Tim thanked them for the surprise and listened to the kids stories about their previous birthdays, school, horses and everything that could cross a child's mind. They insisted that he lit a candle so they could sing happy birthday to him. After cutting the cake and eating, Peter and Zara gave him his gifts. He was delighted by them, promising Zara to put her frame on top of his desk so he could see it everyday, and to Peter he said that he'll start reading the books that night. If he noticed that Anne didn't give him the bag by her side he didn't mention it.

Afterwards, Anne suggested helping him wash the dishes. While the kids were examing all the ships models Tim own, the adults went to the kitchen. Anne took the bag with her and after washing and drying the dishes, storing what was left of the cake in the fridge, she gave it to her friend.

He was amazed by the shaving set. It consisted of a shaving brush, a razor, the handles made from wood decorated by a golden plate with "CDR.T.L" engraved on it, a wooden soap bowl with the same engraving, soap and aftershave. He was taken aback by the cufflinks and custom-made fragrance.

"Anne, this is a lot.. I can't accept all of this." Tim was shocked.

"Don't you like them?" asked Anne, slightly worried.

"Of course I do, but it’s really too much." He was sitting at the kitchen table eyeing the boîtier of cufflinks in his hands. Inside was a pair of oval shaped, whale end platinum cufflinks. The front was made from blue spinel framed by platinum and an old fashioned ship was in the middle of it made from aquamarine. While it was a simple design it was that one detail that made it exceptional. Spinel was Anne's birthstone while aquamarine was his. He touched the end and it was engraved ‘A2T’ in cursive. The perfume was divine. It reminded him of everything he loved but it also reminded him of her for some reason. He looked up and Anne was sitting on the other chair that she pulled up to face him. She took his hand in hers. 

"Tim, you've became my closest friend and confidant in the short time I've come to know you. I've never had anyone in my life that treated me the way you do. You respect me but you're not afraid of me, you take all of my stubbornness and anger with calmness and a level head and you tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to. When we're alone, I'm just Anne. Even Andrew who I’ve known since God knows when, and my husband, the father of children never treated me as just Anne. There’s always that reminder that I am the Queen's daughter, that I need to be the boss. So please accept those gift as my gratefulness for our friendship, for all the last birthdays I missed you not being in my life." She lowered her head and felt emotional and fragile but when she felt him squeezing her hand she looked at those sparkling green eyes and she was happy to see in them what she felt: acceptance, fondness and some emotion she didn't want to identify. She was afraid she will break if it doesn't mean what she wanted it to.

"Thank you," he said, his voice tight with emotion.

"Mummy! Come and see, there’s a miniature sailor on the big ship!" Cried her children from the other room. As they both got up, Anne approached Tim and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Happy birthday Tim," she murmured in his ear.

Anne went to see her children and he followed her minutes later, his cheeks red. She didn't stay much longer and left feeling like her heart wanted to fly, singing with her children loudly practically the whole way home.

The night of the Saudi Arabia state banquet, they were all waiting for their guests to arrive when she heard her father complimenting Tim on his cufflinks, who said that they were a gift from a dear friend.

"They are quite unique, perfect for a Naval Commander, in their own way,” said Philip, while Sarah was murmuring to Diana.

"Well I like his perfume more. Do you think it's inappropriate to ask him where he got it? I want one for Andrew." 

"I don't know, if you want to ask him be discreet about it," responded Diana.

But as Sarah was far from discreet, she asked him when he passed by them.

"It's a bespoke fragrance actually. Again, a gift from my friend," was all that Tim said.

Mark snickered beside her. “I bet it was a girlfriend.”

“Hmm?”

“The fragrance. Even as a man, I know it's made to impress." Anne only stared at her husband, but Tim who apparently did hear Mark’s remark only smiled back. 

"Maybe you’re right Sir. I am very grateful for my friend's thoughtfulness and emotional support, whatever their intentions were I am more happy to have them in my life as much as they want in theirs," and walked toward the door ready for the night.

She just smirked, but inside, she felt a flame that started burning in her heart. She knew she was getting herself in a sort of trouble that she was happy to have in her life.

* * *

This was so SWEET! What a lovely little fic in honour of his birthday ☺️

I like that you incorporated the true story of them getting the wrong house when they first visited him in there, and the idea of Anne stressed af with her babies trying to bake a cake made me giggle, covering the mess with icing and proclaiming it edible. It really was adorable. Thank you lovely!

#fANNEfiction #happy birthday timmy #i wonder what she’ll get him today #i will go down with this ship #submission

[kyberphilosopher]

Seven: Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

“What happened to the Exception?” Adelicia questions. Her voice is smooth and low as usual, but underneath is a layer of malice and anger and accusing. Even with her back to me, I can feel this.

          “He killed himself,” I say. I meant for my own voice to come out flat, but it cracks a little somewhere in the middle, much to my annoyance.

          “It,” Adelicia corrects. “It self-destructed.”

          “Yes,” I say with a little dip of my head. “It self-destructed.”

          Adelicia turns around to face me. Her stern face is kept strict and together. Her blond hair is curled professionally towards the ends, right by her chin. Today, her suit is a bright white. It matches the walls of the room and the other modern architecture of the place. “Why did it do that? Hmm?”

          I fiddle with my fingers behind my back. I’ve never done that before, but it feels natural to do. “Exceptions have unpredictable behavior.”

          “So you’re saying there was nothing you could’ve done?”

          This accusation makes something prick in my circuits. Adelicia must know what she’s playing at. She is the type of person to do so. To berate people for disappointing her no matter the circumstances. I just never considered the possibility that I would disappoint her. I was designed specifically to not do that. “Maybe,” I say, even though I don’t really think so.

          Adelicia inhales and slowly turns around, seemingly composing herself. “And how would you say your first day was overall?”

          I don’t actually have the time to answer because as soon as I open my mouth, she’s asking a new question. “How would you define Callan Kennedy?”

          That’s a good question, actually. My circuits whir for a moment as I think about my answer. “I think it’s an added… challenge, working with him,” I say honestly. “He clearly has some issues he needs to sort out. But he’s unpredictable. He’s not so bad.”

          I can practically hear the frown gracing the older woman’s lips. “And your relationship with him?”  

          He showed me how to curse in the car today. He laughed about it. I kind of wanted to laugh too. There is some kind of rapport developing between us, it seems. Though for now it’s mostly negative. “I’m not sure there is a relationship, yet. Though that is less important to me than the mission.”

          I add the last part quickly. Maybe that is what eased the tension in Adelicia’s shoulders. “If it’s so important to you,” she begins. “Then go do it.”

          Then she kicks me out of her program.

          I open my eyes slowly, my led yellow before going white. It is no longer Thursday, October 14th. It is now Friday, October 15th. It is 9 am. Detective Kennedy will be here soon. Or he should be, at least. Whether or not he actually does that is up for debate.

          I look around, moving only my head. I can see Officer Shovelman and Ho-Kim in a corner, sipping coffee and talking casually. Officer Blackwell disappears into a door with stairs on it. Celeste emerges from the meeting room with a huff, adjusting her navy blue cap. Captain Ericson is in his office, typing away at something. Everyone else bustles about, a quite hum of talking and phone calls filling up the place.

          Something sinks into my biocomponents. A kind of comfort. I’m not sure from what. Maybe it’s because the environment.

          A new objective appears in front of me where only I can see.

Make Yourself Presentable

     One step forward, I fiddle with my cuffs on my jacket. Moving to the side of the room so I can go down the hallway to the bathroom. I don’t have to do my hair or brush my teeth or anything, but I quickly straighten out my clothes and tighten my black tie. When that’s finished, I tilt my head in different directions to observe my face.

          I would look completely human, if not for the led by my eyebrow. You can see the fake pores in my skin. The individual strands of soft brown hair. The little cracks in my lips like they’re slightly chapped. Despite that, I am feminine and soft and calm and nice to look at. This is a stark contrast to Cal, I think, because he is obviously more masculine and rough around the edges. Very hard boiled, too.

          I finish observing myself and turn back around. Two other women in the bathroom shuffle in their stalls. Their heels click and scratch across the floor. I’ve never had to use the bathroom. Not like a real girl.

          I leave the bathroom. Even when I come back, Cal isn’t there. I don’t know what to do without him. I already understand the layout of the precinct, so there’s no need to explore anything. Well… maybe there is. I could explore Cal’s desk.

          My feet take me to the left, into the break room. It’s not overtly large, but it has a few vending machines and a counter with coffee making materials. At one of the tables is Shovelman and Ho-Kim, which makes me feel a little better. They’re familiar faces. I don’t think it’s likely they’ll attack me or berate me.

          “Hello,” I greet, putting my hands behind my back and smiling politely. The two officers jump and look up to me, anxiety rushing through the both of them. “I’m Aleksandra, but you can call me Aleks.”

          “I-uh…” Shovelman begins.

          “I detect an increase in your heart rate that indicates fear, or anxiety. This happens when I come near you… I hope I don’t frighten you.”

          Both of their heartrates relax slightly. Officer Ho-Kim’s shoulders sink as a sort of tension leaves him. “No,” Shovelman says. “Of course not… I’m Blaise. This is Tom.”

          “Nice to meet you,” I dip my head with a smile, pretending like I didn’t already analyze them and know all this information already. “I hope we can work harmoniously together.”

          “Yeah,” Tom says dryly, swallowing nervously.

          “So, uh, you’re working with Kennedy,” Blaise says, still anxious but trying.

          “Yes,” I tell him.

          “And what do you think about that?”

          “Well,” I lower my head, my fingers dancing against each other behind me. “He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

          Tom lets out a quick laugh, but then seems to realize whose company he’s in and he clears it off with a cough. It makes my mouth twitch into a small smile before disappearing too. “He doesn’t really seem to like anybody. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

          “Bet Celeste has been giving you a lot of shit though,” Blaise says, raising his eyebrows and sipping from his coffee cup.

          “Correct,” I tell them. “Did I do something wrong?”

          “No, no. It’s not your fault. I mean, being a… you know… doesn’t help, but it’s about Kennedy. Not you.”

          “You’d think they were married, the way she’s around him,” I mutter. There’s silence for a few seconds before the two officers in front of me let out a series of giggles that makes me want to join too.

S0ftware 1nStability ^

          “She’s not so bad, is she?” Tom says through his chuckles.

S0ftware 1nStability ^

     I smile a little. The officers return to their conversation, still laughing a bit. I decide to leave as they’re distracted, but I don’t mind so much. Our interaction was pleasant. Certainly better than the other interactions I’ve had with the humans so far.

          Upon leaving the break room, I make my way over to Cal’s desk. Unlike the others, he has no pictures on his desk at all. There are only a few trinkets- a rubber band ball, several broken pencils, an overflowing garbage can next to his desk. A flower pot sits there. I recognize the seeds to be one of a sunflower. Cal has completely neglected the plant, however. It is shriveled up, dying, turning brown and crumpling in on itself.

          “Oh, fuck,” I hear behind me. I turn around and a warm smile appears on my face.

          “Hello, Cal,” I greet.

          The man in front of me, however, is not as hospitable as I am. He rolls his eyes without subtlety. In his hand is a coffee cup, which he clutches to him closely. His shirt is dark red today instead of green, but other than that his outfit is the same. “Jesus Christ, so it wasn’t a bad dream.”

          “I’m afraid not,” I tell him.

          Cal groans and rolls his head. “Did I tell you I don’t like you?”        

          “Yes.”

          “Move please,” he orders tiredly. I sidestep and watch him take his chair out from his desk, setting himself in it.

          I don’t think he realized it, or even cares at all, but he said ‘please’ to me. He used manners. It was still an order he gave me, but it was… kinder. More polite, I guess. “Did you get enough sleep last night, Detective?”

          Cal rubs the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. “Guess not. Not that I ever do…”

          My Social Relations program tells me to stop hanging around him just standing, so I do. Instead I move around to the other desk I sat in yesterday, plopping myself in the chair. To my surprise, it immediately zips down from my weight. Not because I’m extraordinarily heavy, but because of a loose screw or something.

          Cal looks over his desk to catch my eyeline. Out of something like embarrassment, I put my hand under the chair and to the little pump, raising the chair back up and into position. “That was funny,” Cal says without emotion.

          “Thank you.”

          “Hey, did you really spend the night here?”

          I nod once to him. “Correct.”

          Cal shrugs mockingly. “Was it… comfortable?”

          Was it? “I powered myself down standing up. It would be uncomfortable for humans.”

          “Heh,” Cal turns his attention from me and to his computer. I can see his fingers type ‘fuckingpassword!’ in again. “Androids don’t know what they’re missing.”

          “What are we missing?” I ask curiously. My led flickers yellow.

          “You know, warmth. Like, from a bed.”

          A few minutes of silence go by. Cal continues clicking away, his grumpy face stuck in a frown.

          “I was wondering…” I lean forward. “Is there a method to your madness?”

          “Madness?” Cal says with one eyebrow raised.

          “Your desk,” I explain quickly. “It’s filthy.”

          Cal doesn’t answer immediately. His mouth curls into a light smile. “Whatever,” he says. Even through his nonchalant response, I can tell our relationship has shifted ever so slightly at that. It feels like it’s for the better. Maybe. Just maybe.

          A few more minutes go by before our next line of dialogue.

          “Your birthday is in less than a week,” I tell him. “Do you have any plans.”

          Cal’s face goes still. He squints at his computer. I fear I’ve touched a nerve. “I’m seeing my father and brother.”

          “I don’t have a father or brother,” I think out loud. Cal’s eyes shift to me now. “Or a mother.”

          “I know about the mother bit,” the Detective mutters. “Wish I knew about the father and brother.”

          I want to ask what he means. He meets my eyes in a piercing gaze. My led runs yellow. In real time, I can confirm that, yes, his mother died a while ago. His father and brother are alive. His brother is younger than him.

          Cal Kennedy is no Android. He can’t analyze like I can. But the way his eyes flit left and right makes me think he’s searching me for something. I can’t possibly imagine what.

          “Hey, listen to this,” Cal snaps suddenly, turning away from me. “We got a serial killer on the loose. We think it’s an Android going after humans. That’s pretty saucy, eh?”

          “Yes. It sounds very sauce like.”

                      “You fucking coming?”

          I snap my eyes open, then turn my head to the left and towards the drivers seat. Cal stares at me with his eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. Have I been silent the whole car ride? No. I couldn’t have been. I don’t remember even closing my eyes.

          “Yes,” I say. “Of course.”

          Cal rolls his eyes for about the millionth time. “So fucking annoying…” he grumbles as he opens the door and steps out.

          I glance out the window. We’re in what seems to be an abandoned parking lot, with a brick building laced with graffiti. This is surely the more industrial, less modern part of Seattle. Could’ve been an old apartment building.

          Rain falls much lighter than yesterday. The clouds are gray still but closer to white. Almost heavenly. Sunlight doesn’t stream through them like I thought it would, but I don’t mind. As long as there’s rain, I’m content with it.

          I open the car door and step outside. My boots land in a little puddle that splashes quietly. I pay no mind and close the door.

          Looking up at the building now makes me feel something. Something different and unsettling in my gears and biocomponents. The insides of my system grinds and whirs around like thousands of little bullets trying to stop or slow something.

          “I have a bad feeling about this,” I say, forgetting for a second that I’m with a hard boiled, angsty cop. “Something feels wrong.”

          “Bad feeling?” Cal questions, keeping his pace in front of me. He doesn’t have to turn around and let me see his face for me to detect some level of sarcasm. “You sure you’re not becoming an Exception on me now? You almost sound like a real person.”

          I don’t answer him, because something inside of me clicks. He certainly has a point. Another stupid thing to say on my part. Maybe from now on I just shouldn’t say anything to anyone, including myself. Adelicia will be furious if she finds out what I said. I would hate to disappoint her. I can imagine the look of disdain on her face now.

          I follow Cal into the building and into a lobby. Nobody is inside but a bunch of birds, bugs, and most likely rats. My partner observes a sign hanging in front of the elevator. A simple, bright yellow one with the words “OUT OF ORDER” written on it boldly. He sighs and flicks it with his hand before sauntering over to the stairs on the right and starting up them. I follow shortly, the feeling in my abdominal biocomponent only increasing.

          “So here’s what we know, Robocop,” Cal says as we round a flight of stairs. “For the past few weeks, three different people have been found dead.”

          “Humans?”

          “Yep. At first we thought it was just any other serial killer. We’ve had plenty of them here already. But then we found out all the stab marks were too perfect, ya know? Like a fucking painting or something.”

          Paintings aren’t perfect. That’s why so many people like them. The flaws inside of them reflect a certain kind of humanity Androids such as myself just wouldn’t understand. Still, the comment makes me wonder if maybe Cal likes to paint or simply look at art. Although Cal really doesn’t seem the type, the image of the gruff man holding a dainty little paintbrush enters into my circuits.

          “We think it’s an Android,” he continues explaining as we reach the top of the stairs. “A while ago we thought we cracked a code with this address, but we couldn’t check it out for whatever shitty reason.”

          “Anything else?” I question, absorbing all the information I can with my yellow led.

          “Yeah,” he says. We walk down a grimy hallway. Cal stops next to a dirty, tan door with a dark brown stain smeared against it. A quick analyzation tells me that this is simply dried blood. Matches up with the serial killer story described to me. “This is the door.”

          I glance between Cal and the entrance to the apartment. The feeling of discomfort and anguish only grows in the pit of me. I do not like this. I do not like this at all. Still, I reach a hand forward to knock on the door, but the slightest touch from my plastic hand makes the door creak and push open.

          I look to Cal with wide eyes. His expression mirrors my own. In a flash, he draws his gun and holds it firmly in both hands. “Get back,” he orders.

Softwa!e !Instabilit!! ^

          “Got it.”

          Cal enters the door cautiously, one foot in front of the other slowly and quietly. I follow suit, heightening my senses so no sound or movement can slip past me.

          We stand in a large, open room with a few windows and one door. Against one of the walls is a small kitchenette. A torn up mattress is on the floor, nearly deflated. The walls are all scuffed up. I see a few knives missing from the knife rack over the sink. I see by the mattress, dried and crystalized against the floor, a puddle of urine.

          “There’s urine on the floor,” I say.

          “Where?” Cal questions, snapping his head around wildly.

          “By the mattress. There.”

          Cal moves over to the side, still alert. “I can’t see it.”

          “It’s my visual programming,” I tell him, glancing around. “I can see things you can’t.”

          Cal glances over to me. I expect an angry look, but there’s only a determined and curious one. “Can you search around for anything else then?”

          “Yeah,” I say, moving to the left. Cal’s gun clicks as he moves, observing the area.

          We know the suspect took a knife. The urine by the bed is human. The suspect could’ve scared or kept a victim there. I don’t think anyone was killed there, because there’s no traces of blood. Only urine.

          On the wall by the mattress is a shoeprint. This makes me scrunch my eyebrows. How would that get there? Did someone kick the wall? No. It’s not in the right position to do that, unless the leg was put on backwards. I consider the possibility that maybe this Android’s leg was put on wrong or bent, but I rule that out. The Android wouldn’t be in working order at all if that was the case.

          The dent in the deflated mattress though… what if the suspect used it to climb on the wall? Like something to jump off to? But then if we leveraged himself onto the wall, where could he have gone?

          I raise my head up to the ceiling. Question answered. There’s a hole in the ceiling that would take you to some kind of attic.

Calculating Route…

          “Cal, can you give me a hand?”

          Cal turns to me. “What? You got something?”

          “I think so,” I say. “Could you find the pump for this bed?”

          Cal looks around for a few seconds, then leans down and throws me a little black cord. “Thank you,” I mutter. The mattress inflates slowly but surely. My heightened hearing picks up on some shuffling in the attic above me.

          “You have a lead?” Cal asks, nudging the door on the other side of the apartment open.

          I don’t answer him. I place the pump down because the air mattress is at the peak of being full of air. If I want to have this done right the first time, I have to be careful. I can’t step down on the mattress too hard, or too lightly.

Calculating Route…

Route Calculated

          I quickly mash my feet against the floor. I jump onto the mattress, sinking down momentarily before launching one foot against the wall. My right foot presses down against it, then pushing me off and into the air. My fingers spread out as my hands reach for some part of the hole to grab onto.

          I reach it. Pieces of wood slide into my synthetic skin. I feel them enter but no pain comes. Androids don��t feel pain. I clamber myself up and onto the ceiling, one leg at the time. It’s a bit of struggle against my abdomen, but I make it work.

          Crouching on the unsteady ‘floor’ beneath me, I observe my surroundings. There is darkness all around except for one, small, swirling led light in the distance.

          I stand up slowly, my eyes fixed on the led. My own goes yellow, then green when I confirm what I’m seeing. I narrow my eyes, letting my Android vision clear the way for me in the dark.

          “You’re on their side,” he says in the dark.

          His pale, Android skin stands out against his dark cap. I can see tufts of black hair underneath. Warm brown eyes swirl around with intelligence. Thin lips, a stocky build. I recognize the model: SK300. An Android designed for sex clubs.

          “Did you kill those people?” I question out to him. His led runs red. Then it goes yellow. Then green, back to red, and finally white.

          “I never killed anybody who didn’t deserve it.”

          My eyebrow twitches. “Androids are not permitted to endanger a human life under any circumstances. You have violated the law.”

          The Android swallows, almost nervously. I can see how uncomfortable he is. This Exception is remaining calm though, unlike Robin.

          “They deserved it,” he says hoarsely. “I promise you they deserved it. Don’t tell the humans.”

          I open my mouth to call for Cal, but then something in me stops. My lips close and my circuits spark. Led turns crimson in some type of alarm or active feeling.

          “What did they do…?” I ask. “What did they do to deserve it?”

          The Android’s led goes red, then returns to white. “The first one was abusing another Android in a club.”

          “You killed them?”           “He was gonna kill her. I had to. The second was a woman who spiked several men’s drinks. The third was a-”

          “Stop,” I say. “Stop right there.”

          I don’t know what to do. I am supposed to detain him. I have to detain him. I should detain him. So why am I not detaining him? I’m not calling for my partner. I’m not yelling or fighting or tackling him.

          Instead, I back away. I don’t break eye contact. I identify him as Bryan, an Android reported missing a month ago by a sex club.

          I lower myself down the hole I entered through. When I drop down, I land in the air mattress standing up. Bryan’s figure fades into the darkness above me, his led the only sign of his presence.

          “Did you find anything?” Cal asks, his hands still wrapped firmly around his handgun.

          “No,” I answer him, not even looking. “There’s nothing there. Our man is gone.”

#dbh #dbh fanfiction #detroit become human #detroit: become human #detroit: become human fanfiction #fanfiction #story #android #androids #technology

[purplesurveys]

1035

survey by tickticktmr

Do people spell your name wrong very often? LOL, of course. When your name is the less-common variant, expect it to be misspelled all the time. Only like 2 out of 10 times do people ask me if my name is spelled with an i or y, but it’s them I appreciate the most.

Who will your next phone call be with? I’m not expecting any phone call for a while.

Would you rather be taken or single? Ugh, taken. I love being in a relationship; I always enjoyed looking after someone else and doing things to make them happy. Being independent has its perks too, but I always feel lonely at the end of the day.

Do you plan to move any time soon? Nope, I’m taking it slow.

Would you rather have pink or green hair? I’d go with green but only if it’s a dark shade, like the color of seaweed. I wouldn’t appreciate neon green on my hair.

Do you miss anyone's smile right now? I saw it again yesterday, so I’m good.

Do you want kids? I used to, but now I’m back to the drawing board when it comes to kids.

Do you know who sings 'Let it rock'? It’s not ringing a bell, and honestly the first thing I remembered was the Goofy Goober Rock song from the Spongebob Movie HAHAHA. Sorry to disappoint.

Do you think stargazing is a romantic thing to do with someone? Sure, but I think it also works platonically. Stargazing is generally a nice and relaxing thing to do whether you’re alone, with an SO, with a friend, or with a bunch of friends.

Do you want to tell someone something right now? Yes, but I can’t.

What's your opinion on sex before marriage? It’s whatever. People can do what they want, and the only things they should watch out for are consent and being safe.

Do you own a car? I don’t own it, i.e. I didn’t pay for it, but it was given to me so I can have a car to drive myself when I need to go to places.

What is something that is always in your kitchen cupboards? Rice.

The last person you spoke to: have you ever lied to them? For sure. Growing up with strict parents taught me how to lie convincingly.

Have you ever made out with them? That person is my mother. No.

What woke you up today? I did so naturally.

Have you ever had a pet rock? No. People do that? How do rocks become pets?

Have you ever been lost? LOL like the lost-in-life kind of lost? Sure. I’m going through it at present because life threw a shit ton of curveballs at me over the course of two months.

How long is it until your sibling)s) birthday? My brother’s birthday is in 5 months; my sister’s is in 10 as she celebrated her birthday just last September.

Are you lazy? I can be if I want to. But I’m not always, of course.

Do you read the newspaper? No.

Have you ever heard of the song 'Teeth the size of piano keys'? No.

Who was your last thought about? You got me thinking about my sister because of the earlier question about her birthday.

What made you in the mood you are in right now? I’m relaxed at the moment and that’s thanks to the fact that it’s Sunday, I’ve recently gotten into a new hobby and a show I can dive into, and tomorrow’s a holiday so no work for me :) Gonna make the most out of this evening for sure.

Have you ever told someone to go to Hell? I’ve most likely done so, but only as a joke.

Do you know anyone named Jos? As in, pronounced ‘Jaws’? No. That’s one of the more unique names I’ve heard.

What's your font on MSN/AIM? I don’t use either. I never used either, either.

What's more important to you: books or music? Music.

Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Nah. Even when I still collected magazines, I preferred physically going to magazine stands and buying new issues. It was more exciting that way.

Has someone ever really hurt you without even realizing? Yeah.

What do you sleep in? A bed, most often. Sometimes I’ll pass out on the couch but that doesn’t happen too much anymore.

Have you changed in the past six months? Yes, both naturally and forcibly. It’s been... quite a year for me, even if we put Covid aside.

Do you bite your nails? When I’m anxious. I haven’t had to do this for a while though, and I mostly did when I was in school awaiting a presentation I had to make.

Do you like the name Natasha? I used to like it when I was younger, but it slipped out of my favorites for no real reason at some point; it just did.

What's a food that starts with the last letter of your first name? Naan.

Does your house have a white picket fence? It used to, but we had them removed after a string of typhoons increasingly deteriorated their quality over the years.

Have you ever been given flowers? Sure.

Do you have a YouTube account? How many videos have you watched on it? I do. Is the second one a real question lol? I’ve watched thousands, as I’m sure most people who use YouTube have done as well. This is like asking how many tweets in total I’ve read on Twitter since I first signed up.

Do you know anyone who is really, really conceited? My mom can be one. She likes to act as if she can do no wrong.

Who’s the last person you told off? My manager at work. I did something she asked me to do and followed the instructions down to a T...and then she said I shouldn’t have done it? That kind of thing happens at work every now and then and it’s fucking exhausting. It’s like every move I make has its own script and the script changes every five minutes. 

Are you optimistic? Sure, but not always.

How do you get to school/your job? I work from home, but under normal circumstances I would’ve been driving myself to the workplace.

Love or lust? Love.

Do you smoke cigarettes? Yeah, but I keep my use of it at an extreme minimum. I’ve only done it socially and I’ve only asked for cigarettes from my friends who have their own packs (and were willing to give me a couple of sticks, of course).

Have you ever been so mad at someone you hurt them? Like, physically? Yes, but it’s only because I was hit first.

Have you ever met someone you met online in person? This is on surveys a lot...yes. I’ve met several online friends who were once in the wrestling circle with me; and one time I bought a product from someone online so we had to meet up for that, too.

Have you ever not studied for a test and gotten 100%? Probably not a 100%, but close. I never studied for my Language exams in middle school because it was just literal English grammar, which I was already good at by that point.

Where is your boyfriend/girlfriend right now? I don’t have any.

Have you ever won a contest for public speaking? No, but I’ve joined one. I got a little frazzled by the middle of my speech (it was impromptu and I didn’t know my question until I got on stage) so in the end that cost me first place.

Are there any woods near where you live? Nah, it’s a private village so it’s super suburban and no hidden woods or forests anywhere.

What did you do today? So far I’ve watched 3/4 of an episode of Start Up, cried, washed my face, washed the glass that I drank soju from last night, and sat up in bed and continued this survey.

Have you ever considered suicide? Yes.

Do you have a lot of myspace friends? No. I never really used my account.

What was your favorite subject in grade six? Science was fun then. Partly because I could tell the teacher liked me, and partly because her method of teaching was big on memorization of terms and processes which was always more my speed.

Hot chocolate or coffee? I could go for coffee right now. Hot chocolate is best when I’m on vacation and having breakfast at a fancy hotel.

Do you like your neighbours? I don’t dislike them, that’s for sure.

Did you do something stupid today? Not yet. 

Name a five letter word that starts with the same letter as your first name. Ripen.

What time did you go to sleep last night? Around midnight. That soju/Yakult combo knocked me out.

Did you have fun yesterday? It was an okay day, sure. I got productive and even drank for a bit last night just because.

How many people are online on your MSN/AIM right now?

Would you like to/did you drop out of school? No, that was never a part of my plans.

What was your favorite book as a child? If we’re talking kids’ books, I never got tired of rereading Corduroy and The Giving Tree. I also had a book of poems and nursery rhymes and I remember taking a liking for The Owl and the Pussycat because it was the longest poem in the book and it helped me train my English.

How far away does your best friend live from you? Both live around 20-30 minutes away, just in different directions.

Do you think you could write a book? A memoir, yes. Anything fictional, no.

Is it hard to tell someone you like them? Yes.

How many bedrooms does your house have? 4.

Do you know anyone who can't speak French? Nearly everyone I know.

When's the last time you brushed your teeth? Last night.

Are you the same religion as your parents? Legally. But I disowned Catholicism/Christianity a long time ago.

Would you do anything for a certain person? Yes, I would.

Do you know anyone in your science class? The last science class I took was a course on chemistry, and I only knew one person in that class.

Describe your room: Cozy, starting to get a little cluttered, big enough for one person.

Do you still write letters to Santa, even when you know he's not real? No, and I never wrote letters addressed to a Santa.

Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Nope.

Have you ever been lied to by a girlfriend/boyfriend? I’m sure she did.

Where is your dad right now? I can’t tell whose turn it is to make breakfast today, so he’s either in the kitchen cooking or in their bedroom watching TV.

Are any of your relatives pregnant? As far as I know, no. But I also haven’t been on Facebook in a while, so I’m poorly updated on what my relatives have been up to.

How many garabe buckets are in your house? I have no idea what this is talking about.

Would you want the truth if you asked if your pants made you look horrible? If I asked that then yeah, I obviously would want to hear the truth.

#survey #surveys

[keeperofhounds]

Lost & Found (Chapter Nine)

Special thanks to my beta reader @rachelbethhines and special thanks to Varian66 on Discord for their part in developing this story.

We all know how the original story started. We all know how it ended too. Let’s see an alternate take if Eugene were to have been adopted rather than being alone for most of his life.

Sleep didn’t come easy for Rapunzel that night. How could it when the unkind words of her mother echoed in her thoughts? The blond trusted Eugene with her secret, why wouldn’t she trust him to keep his word? She knew the answer of course it’s because she still had doubts about the outside world riding on this one trip and this one person. If Eugene were to leave her like nothing happened when he got the satchel back she didn't know how she would take it.

Mother had been very clear when they talked last night. The older woman didn’t believe that Rapunzel was smart enough to be out in the world, that she was naive in her beliefs. That Rapunzel was being difficult when she got silly ideas in her head, that she needed a reality check. 

The blonde had done something she had never done before which was stand up to her Mother, it left both of them shocked at the action. Mother had been cruel in her attempts to disway her daughter to convince her to come back to the tower. The satchel was just a means to warn her daughter about the darkness of humanity, that she was just a means to an end, the exact reason why she was hidden away in the first place. 

Rapunzel wouldn’t let those doubts stop her though, for too long she had let others dictate how she acted it was time for her to make her own experiences. If she was being honest with herself she believed Mothers jabs, which is why the girl had hidden the satchel from her companion. It was an attempt to protect a fragile hope, a hope that her Mother was wrong about everything. Even if she was naive about the dangers of the outside world she was out and willing to learn. If she could prove her Mother wrong about this then maybe she was wrong about other things too. Maybe this trip would only become the first of many.

Shouting jolted Rapunzel and Pascal from their uneasy sleep. It was Eugene, and he sounded like he was in trouble. Rushing towards the sound Rapunzel was met with the strangest of sights. In front of her was the same white horse who chased them in the canyon, he was trying to drag Eugene off, although Eugene was clawing desperately on the ground in an attempt to getaway. It would have been funny if the situation wasn’t so serious.

Grabbing Eugene’s flailing hands Rapunzel tried pulling away from the horse, but held fast not willing to let his prey escape again. Neither side was gaining traction however leaving them in a stalemate in their tug of war. This only prompted both sides to pull even harder until finally the boot that the horse was holding onto slipped off the panicking thief causing both sides to fall to the ground.

Finally free from the animals clutches Eugene scrambled towards the nearest tree pressing himself against it in an attempt to give distance between himself and the horse. The horse huffed running towards his target only to be stopped by Rapunzel who threw her arms out wide in an attempt to lock the horse. The horse tried to move past her only to be blocked at every turn until he could only stare at the strange girl with a chameleon on her head.

“Now sit,” Rapunzel said, lowering her hands in a downwards motion.

The horse made the motions to sit, they clearly weren’t sold on the idea when they stopped in a squat. Only sitting when Rapunzel repeated the command to the horse.

“What?” Eugene said he couldn’t believe it would be that easy.

Rapunzel pointed her hand down, “Now drop the boot.”

The horse gave Rapunzel a look as if she was asking him to do something ridiculous, but complied when she repeated herself. When they did Rapunzel showered them in praise petting their snout and talking to them in a sweet voice, one reserved to animals and well-behaved children. Eugene would have thought what he was seeing was some crazy dream if it weren’t for the fact that everything felt too real.

“Come on,” Eugene said, throwing his hands towards the horse, “he’s a bad horse.”

The horse glared at Eugene, not appreciating the slander to their character. Luckily they were distracted by Rapunzel before they decided to do anything.

“Aw, he’s nothing but a big sweetheart,” The horse nuzzled Rapunzel in agreement as if to prove her point, “isn’t that right?....Maximus.”

Eugene crossed his arms over his chest in disbelief, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Maximus glared at Eugene, it was clear the goodwill did not extend towards the thief. Although considering how things went yesterday it would be good to have a little more help in keeping the guard off Eugene.

“Look today is kind of the biggest day of my life,” Rapunzel said, slowly walking towards Eugene being mindful to keep her eyes in contact with the horse. Somehow she was able to help Eugene back onto his feet without too much trouble. “And the thing is I need you not to get his arrested.”

Maximus stared at what he could only consider as a silly proposal. Him not arrest a criminal? Ridiculous.

“Just for twenty-four hours,” Rapunzel said, seeing her lose the horse, “then you can chase each other to your heart's content. Okay?”

The thief sighed at where his life had led him up until this point. One second he was gallivanting through the forest the next he was making deals with guards to keep his freedom. His fate resting in the charm of a girl winning over a horse. Eugene held out his hand to shake on it, but he didn’t have to like it.

Maximus stared at the held out hand, then at Eugene. The horse looked away clearly not being won over by Rapnunzel.

“And it’s also my birthday,” Rapunzel said through gritted teeth clearly hoping for the best.

Which shockingly enough happened with Maximus holding out a hoof to shake. Both thief and guard shook in agreement at the supposed truce for twenty-four hours. Although it didn’t stop Maximus from punching Eugene in the gut when Rapunzel’s back was turned. The horse needed to get back at the thief for causing so much trouble after all. It was only fair.

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There’s something about hiding from guards and seeing your face on a wanted poster that really puts the sense of adventure in you. Since arriving at the capital Eugene with the help of Maximus was able to stay out of sight, imagine his surprise at the corona issued wanted posters. Imagine his horror when they got his nose wrong, although the horse seemed in good spirits about that.

Rapunzel had a rough start when first arriving at the capital since her hair was dragging on the ground without the bands longing it up. It was only luck that she was able to make friends with a group of sisters who were nice enough to braid the long hair. Eugene imagined that they also couldn’t resist the challenge either, but the braid they left behind was much better suited to Rapunzel than what she previously had before. 

Now the thief was watching her bring people to dance with her in the courtyard. It didn’t matter to her that the people were complete strangers, she wanted everyone to join in on the fun. Not that he could blame her considering that it was a special day for her, she just wanted to share it.

“So, aren’t you going to dance with your girlfriend?”

Eugene jumped forward in surprise almost dropping the food he bought. Maximus let out a horse laugh at the thief's reaction. “What? Varian, what are you doing here?” Eugene crouched a bit looking around the crowd, “Is dad here too?”

Varian looked at Eugene as he took a bite out of his apple. “Don’t worry, Dad couldn’t make it, he’s busy working on the harvest. Like I’d miss the chance to help out my favorite brother impress a girl.” The younger boy handed Maximus an apple that the horse gladly ate.

“Taking bribes are you now?”

Maximus ignored the thief relishing the flavor of the apples.

“Also Varian, I’m your only brother,” Eugene said, placing his hands over his hips. “And she’s not my girlfriend.” “Then why is she trying to get you to dance?”

Eugene followed where Varian was pointing and sure enough, Rapunzel was motioning for him to join the dance circle. Eugene shook his head not wanting to dance, but the present company was not having any of that. Maximus strongly nudged Eugene forward with Varian giving his brother his own little push towards the crowd. The thief wouldn’t admit that he did have fun during that time dancing. He and Rapunzel tried a few times to dance with each other but someone else always came to whisk them away.

When Rapunzel and Eugene came back from dancing, Eugene saw Varian talking to the guard horse who looked too happy for comfort. Rapunzel’s face broke out in a grin rushing towards Varian, greeting him and asking if he was there to see the lanterns too. “Well, yeah who wouldn’t want to spend extra time with the Flynn Rider.”

He could at least give Varian credit, the kid knew how to butter people up. Eugene had taught him well. It also didn’t help that Varian was giving him a look which was usually the one reserved when he wanted Eugene to keep a secret from dad. Eugen let out a breath, at least he didn’t have to worry about his dad at the moment.

Rapunzel watched the interaction thinking about the words and zeroing on a few important words and details. To her it seemed obvious that Varian wanted to spend time with Eugene, how could she not? She used to do the exact same thing when she was younger with Mother.

She looked at the thief who gave Varian an unimpressed look before breaking out into a smile, “Oh, fine the more the merrier right?”

Varian jumped at the words doing a little dance in celebration, “Woohoo, Team Awesome is back!”

Rapunzel jumped in excitement almost letting out a little cry hearing those words, she gripped Eugene's bicep and leaned forward towards Varian. “Eugene, Varian is your brother right?” She remembered the words Eugene said last night before her Mother appeared. 

The younger boy’s eyes widened in surprise as he turned to Eugene, “You talked about me?”

“The subject came up.”

“It must have Eugene,” 

“Why you little.”

Rapunzel laughed as she saw the two brothers give chase to each other. Varian kept away from Eugene as he tried to catch Varian. They stuck close to her not wanting to lose her in the festival, but it was clear that it was all in good fun. The girl couldn’t help but watch seeing another side or at least the one Eugene tried to hide from all that time ago. She had a feeling that the worries she had from last night were unfounded.

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[elisaphoenix13]

Against All Odds (Ch.13)

They slept through the night when they fell asleep and Scott slept soundly in the security of Quill's arms. When he woke up the next morning, Scott was alone in his bed but the part of the mattress where Quill had slept was still warm so Scott was only worried that the older teen might have left now that he got into the younger's pants. It was a small worry. The rest of him truly believed that Quill meant what he said the night before and had simply slipped from the bed to use the bathroom.

When Scott lifted his head to look at his bathroom door though, he found it open and devoid of his boyfriend. His small worry grew bigger as he looked around his room and when he still didn't see Quill, he got out of bed and got dressed when he found that the older teen must have cleaned them up sometime after Scott passed out. He would shower properly once he figured out where Quill wandered off to.

He pulls on his boxers and the closest shirt he could find (which happened to be Quill's and dampened that worry he had) and shuffles out of his bedroom with a yawn. He rubs the remaining sleep from his eyes as he starts to walk down the stairs, but then stops on the last few steps when he hears a hushed conversation from the kitchen around the corner.

"....if you hurt him--" Stephen hisses out.

"What the hell do you take me for?!"

"You've had other relationships. He's new to all of this. All of it."

"I love him." Quill argues and Stephen scoffs.

"How many people have you said that to?"

There was a pregnant silence and Scott's heart dropped into his stomach as he wondered the same thing. Quill did have other relationships before so Scott couldn't have been the first person he had feelings for, right? The older teen's confession suddenly didn't feel as genuine.

"None."

What?

"What?" Stephen echoes Scott's thoughts and Quill huffs.

"I never said that to anyone. Scott is the first." The oldest admits.

"...why?"

"Others were just worried about sex and being able to brag about the fact they were able to get that from me...but Scott...he's different. He doesn't want that attention. He just wants to be loved, to be seen, and I want to give that to him. He could stop talking to me altogether and it might hurt me but I would back off if that made him happy. I just want to see him smile."

Stephen sighs. "Did you pressure him into having sex?"

"I...I don't think so. I told him he can tell me to stop at any time and he didn't."

"I'm serious about what I said. If you hurt him, I will come after you."

"That's the last thing I want."

Scott turns and returns back upstairs with a smile and grabs some clean clothes from his dresser before jumping in the shower. Halfway through his quick scrub down, he hears a thud and stifles a laugh when he hears Quill gripe about the 'fucking wall' that he ran into for the third time and it made Scott wonder if Quill had run into it when he carried Scott up to bed when he was sick all that time ago. Considering he walked into the corner every time he tried to walk around it to get to Scott's room, it was very likely.

When the younger finally shuts off the shower, he towels himself dry and gets dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants before opening the bathroom door and he finds Quill standing in the middle of the room and scratching the back of his head. When the older teen turns to face him, Scott tilts his head curiously when he finds a look of confusion on his boyfriend's face.

Of course, that was after he admired the muscles out on display.

"...you seen it?"

Scott blinks and looks up at Quill's face. "What?"

Quill smirks. "Have you seen my shirt?"

"Oh...uh…" Scott turns back to the bathroom and grabs Quill's shirt from the floor before turning and holding it out to his boyfriend. "I...borrowed it for a second."

"Man, I missed out on that?" The older complains as he pulls his shirt on. "Stephen is here. He brought tacos for lun--hey!"

If there was one thing at the top of the list of things Scott loved, tacos was one of them, and he would gladly ditch Quill to have them. He practically ran out of his room, almost tripped down the stairs when he himself ran into the corner of the wall that Quill was friendly with, and just made it to the kitchen counter when the bag sitting on it was plucked out of his reach. Scott pouts when Stephen holds it out of his reach and raises an eyebrow at him, and the youngest sighs when the junior points to the table.

"You don't get the bag. It's the one time I'm afraid you won't leave anything for us." Stephen pulls out a few tacos and hands them as well as a Capri Sun to Scott who takes them to the table to munch on happily.

"Dude, I just got ditched for tacos." Quill complains as he walks into the kitchen and accepts the tacos Stephen holds out to him. "Thanks Mom." Stephen glares at him and pointedly looks at Quill while he shakes a soda can and offers it to the oldest boy. "You're a dick."

"Don't call me Mom."

"You act like one." Quill says as he picks up his shaken soda and holds it out over the sink before opening it. He grimaces when some of the bubbly drink overflows and drips on his hands and then takes a drink when it finally settles. "Especially toward Scott."

"He's like a little brother to me."

The two oldest boys look over at the table when they hear Scott hack and watch the boy cough on the mouthful of juice he had in his mouth. A little brother? Sure, Scott sort of looked at Stephen like the older brother he never had, but he never would have believed that the sentiment would be returned. To be honest, Stephen was a friend, a sibling, and a parent all rolled into one person because he took care of Scott. Since his mom and dad weren't around to do it, Stephen took the job on for himself.

For the most part. He was still only sixteen after all. Stephen really would be a great parent if he had kids in the future.

"Are you okay?" Stephen asks him and Scott waves at him as he unwraps his third taco.

"Fine. Wrong pipe." He wheezes out.

The other two join him at the table with their own food and Scott smiles when Stephen slips another juice pouch to him when the youngest finishes his first one. They both glance at Quill after Scott stabs his straw into the second pouch, and again a flash crossed the senior's eyes, but this time Stephen noticed it. He furrowed his eyebrows and looks at Scott to silently ask if he saw it too, and Scott shrugs his confirmation. As if to say 'yeah I saw it, but I don't know what it was.'

It was the truth after all. Scott was starting to notice a pattern to the weird flashes though. They only happened when Scott was visibly happy. Stephen unfortunately wasn't curious enough to ask Quill about it, but it made sense since it was the first time he saw it happen. He probably assumed the same thing Scott did when he first saw it. That it was a trick of the light.

"So did you get your sister all caught up with whatever event she signed up to help with?" Quill asked around a mouthful of taco and Stephen scrunches his nose in disgust.

"Yes. Got home and found out she was helping with the egg hunt and the spring play. I spent most of yesterday filling plastic eggs with chocolate and painting props after helping my brother with his homework." Stephen drawls.

"Sounds boring."

"Extremely...but I at least got her caught up."

Scott sucks the remaining bits of sour cream off his fingers. "Did there happen to be any extra chocolate?"

"Some." Stephen nods. "I ate it all though."

Quill snickers. "Sounds like Stephen is a chocolate whore."

The junior kicks Quill's shins under the table and the older boy hisses at the sudden painful attack. Scott smirks as he lazily drinks his juice while the other two finish their lunch and then starts to budget his remaining money in his head. If he puts a few bucks aside, he could probably buy himself some chocolate since he never got himself that luxury before. He never really cared about holidays until recently, and wouldn't mind at least getting himself a treat after discovering how wonderful the holidays could be.

"I think I have a few extra dollars." Scott eventually says as he looks at Quill. "Could you take me to the store so I can maybe buy some chocolate or something?"

"Sure. Early Easter celebration?"

"A birthday present too. Can't afford to celebrate both separately." Scott answers with a shrug and pauses when the two older boys freeze and stare at him. "What?"

"Birthday?" Stephen asks slowly.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. It's today."

The next five minutes happened in a blur. Scott startled when the two older teens jumped out of their seats, and he squeaked when Stephen grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of his chair and up to his room. He then had a pair of pants thrown at him and then his boots when he changed into his jeans, and he barely got his shoes tied when he was dragged back downstairs and out the front door and practically thrown into the back of Quill's car. He had no idea what was going on. Quill and Stephen were speaking so fast that it seemed like they were speaking in tongues and Scott's mind was still spinning from the flurry of being dragged up and down the stairs at home. Quill dropped Stephen off at the mall after slipping him some money that Scott almost didn't catch, and then before he knew it, he and Quill were parked outside an ice cream parlor.

"Quill? What's going on?" Scott flinches when the older teen turns in his seat to look at him in bewilderment.

"We're celebrating your birthday as well as we can since we just found out about it twenty minutes ago. How can I be dating you and not know when your birthday is?"

"Celebrating birthdays is actually a thing?!"

"Sugar, you're breaking my heart."

Scott blinks as Quill gets out of the car and he climbs out of the backseat when he opens the back door and follows the older teen inside after Quill closes the car door.

"Tell me your favorite flavor and sit your pretty ass down."

"Umm...mint chocolate chip."

Quill grins. "I should have known."

Scott find a table after telling Quill his preferred ice cream flavor, and before he knew it, he was tucked into Quill's side eating way too much ice cream with him and Stephen (who made it to the ice cream shop within an hour somehow) and having half a dozen wrapped gifts shoved in his direction. Scott's first thought was how Quill and Stephen afforded all of this. Were allowances a thing too? Just how much was he really missing out on in his life?

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Scott fumbles with the zipper of his hoodie as he walks toward his locker the morning of his first day back at school after spring break ended and finally sheds it when he manages to unzip it. It was starting to get too warm to wear a sweater for very long and Scott was starting to sweat when he made it to school. Quill wasn't at his house at his usual time to pick him up so Scott had to hoof it, assuming the older boy was running late, but he would see him before classes started or at lunch. When he arrived at his locker though, he found Stephen waiting for him and the older boy looked worried. Even more so when he noticed Scott.

"Scott...when's the last time you saw Quill?" Stephen asks as the younger opens his locker and stashes his sweater in it.

"The day after my birthday I think. Why?"

Scott looks back at Stephen and feels his blood run cold when he recognizes sympathy and sorrow in blue irises. Something was wrong. Is that why Stephen looked even more upset when he saw Scott? Because Quill wasn't with him? Now that he paid attention to the students around him, they were all giving Scott accusatory stares and he didn't even know why. Him dating Quill was old news and even Rachel seemed to have given up or at least backed off when the senior didn't show any intention of breaking up with Scott.

"Why?" Scott asks again.

Stephen inhales. "Scott...he's…"

"Stephen...what's going on?"

"Quill's missing. His grandfather filed a missing persons report on him four days ago." Stephen whispers.

Scott felt his world crumple around him.

[hotforharrison]

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream ch 8

Chapter 7 <-- Series Masterlist --> Chapter 9

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: He’d been in your dreams almost your whole life, but was it real?

Word Count: 1,171

Warnings: Minor sexual content

A/N: I slept for less than 2 hours and woke up to an anxiety attack. You get more updates! Go you!

You woke up disoriented. You were in a strange room and bed, and most of all, you weren’t alone. You’d always woken up alone, not pleasantly warm and curled around another person. It all clicked back into place after a few moments of confusion.

“Good morning, love,” Tom mumbled, stretching against you.

“Good morning.” You smiled. “Waking up with you is nice.”

“It is nice,” he agreed, wrapping his arms around you and sleepily kissing you. “Would you mind if I did something a little weird?”

“Be my guest,” you replied, curious what qualified as ‘a little weird.’

He shoved the covers down to the foot of the bed and nudged your legs apart. His fingers slipped between your folds.

You moaned softly at the contact. This wasn’t weird, but maybe the weird part hadn’t happened yet. You wondered what you’d agreed to.

A finger dipped into your entrance, swirling around, sending a wave of pleasure through your core.

You were eager for more. Instead, he withdrew his hand, examining his fingers and leaving you sexually frustrated.

“We’re good,” he said. “You’re really wet, but that’s all you and none of me. It’d probably still be a good idea to go to a clinic to get something more effective than condoms alone anyway, though, if we plan on having sex regularly.”

“Is having sex regularly something you wanted?” you asked, a bit hung up on the ‘if.’

He gestured at his erection. “I think this is a pretty good gauge of what I want.”

You were relieved that he was on the same page. “I definitely want that, too, preferably as soon as possible. Is sex different when you’re awake and not in the White Room?”

He paused for a moment. “Honestly? All I’ve got to base that on is a few times of rushed and awkward fumbling while trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid getting caught by her family or mine. I’m only a bit more experienced than you are with this. The rest is online guides I read before we met in person about how I can make it good for you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness at how sweet that was. “I want to make it good for you, too.”

“I’m sure there’s plenty of guides out there for advanced blowjob techniques or ways to give a guy ‘mind-blowing’ orgasms, but all my dick really needs to be happy is you. I mean you made me cum in my trousers last night without even trying to.”

You lightly blushed at the pleasant memory.

“But before we start fooling around and wind up spending all day together in bed, we should start the passport process and get you to a clinic for birth control.”

“Getting the passport probably won’t be too painful. I brought my folder of important documents with me, in case I decided not to go back to the boarding school. Never going back was about as far as I thought ahead, though,” you admitted. “Other than the documents and some clothes I brought with me, there was nothing there I’d miss.”

The look in his eyes grew sad for a long moment before he spoke again. “The documents should make it much easier to get your passport. We’ll head over to the passport agency first and then find a clinic that accepts walk-ins.”

“What about the rest of the day?” you asked.

“I’ll take you out for a proper date first. Then, we’ll come back here, and I’ll spend the rest of the evening doing unspeakable things to you,” he replied with a mischievous grin.

You wondered what he considered a ‘proper date,’ and wondered even more what ‘unspeakable things’ he had in store for you. You considered asking, but there was an appeal to the mystery, too, the inevitable anticipation that would burn low in your belly with undertones of arousal.

He climbed out of bed, stretching again as he stood up. You followed him.

“I’m going to take a shower. I’d invite you to join me, but...” he trailed off.

“I’ll take a raincheck on that,” you told him, trying not to think too much about all the things you could do to each other under the warm spray.

You were already aroused enough. If he caught you touching yourself after he got out of the shower, it would probably derail the rest of your plans for the day.

“Oh! I got you a birthday present that I didn’t get around to giving you yesterday.” He dug through his duffel bag and pulled out a small box with a birthday cake patterned wrapping paper on it. He handed it to you.

You carefully unwrapped and opened it, surprised to find a black smartphone inside. “Wow, you didn’t have to do this.”

“Consider it partially selfish. I wanted to be able to call you and text you. We could’ve avoided you spending god knows how long crying in the hotel lobby last night if I’d been able to get a hold of you. Anyway, it’s already charged, and I added myself to your contacts.”

“Thank you so much.” You kissed him briefly and turned on the phone.

“Have fun,” he called over his shoulder as he headed into the bathroom.

There were several social media apps already installed, waiting for your login info. He’d also installed the Uber app, which was much better than dealing with a notepad with taxi service numbers on it.

You logged in on your social media accounts and sent off some quick messages to the friends you’d been missing desperately for the past few months. You hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to anyone before your phone had been taken away. You’d spent a lot of time wondering what your parents told your friends when you disappeared from the face of the Earth.

Tom walked back into the room with a towel slung lowly around his hips, skin and hair still a bit damp. It was a good look on him.

“You’ve got to stop looking at me like that, darling, or we’re never going to leave this room,” he teased.

You put your new phone down on the nightstand and padded into the bathroom to take your own shower. You considered having an orgasm to take the edge off, but the idea of letting the anticipation build was more appealing.

You showered and shaved quickly, but spent a little extra time making yourself look good because passports required photos.

“You look quite pretty today,” Tom commented. “It’s still sort of strange seeing you in normal clothes instead of your pajamas.”

“You too,” you agreed as you put what you needed into your purse and grabbed your folder of documents. “I have to keep reminding myself that you’re not going to just disappear suddenly now. I’m ready whenever you are.”

While you walked through the hotel, he reached over and took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. The public display of affection made your heart flutter in your chest.

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[razorblade180]

Lasting Embers pt12: Family

Jaune:*walking down the stairs* Well look who’s having a midnight snack.

*Yang and Yujin eating french toast*

Yang:*mouth full* Hi hun...

Yujin:*waving enthusiastically*

Jaune:I’m guessing the market run was a success?

Yujin:Not only that, mom told me some very interesting stories. You never told me you once used the sword of destruction to fight your old partner!

Jaune:*looks at Yang* You started with that story...?

Yang:It’s a depressing but hardcore story; I’m surprised you didn’t tell her yourself. You had a death match with the undead invincible warrior.

Jaune:First, she wasn’t undead. She was just all grimm like and horrifying. Second, somehow I knew that would love telling that story. So I saved it for you to tell.

Yujin:I always knew you were a pretty cool dad but hearing that story just makes you even cooler! *eyes as wide as her plate*

Yang:*taking this moment to sneak over to Ruby* Hey there lil sis; feeling rested?

Ruby:*laying on the couch* Yeah, it feels nice to sleep on good furniture after a decade.

Yang:Is that the only place you sle-ow!

Ruby:*flicking her forehead* I know what you’re implying and I still think it’s very weird that you would be okay with something like that. Like extremely weird.

Yang:*rubbing her forehead* Don’t you think I know that? It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen to this family if we’re being truthful.

Ruby:Yang, why is my love life so important to you. I know things have been......difficult for me. However, I don’t think I’m desperate enough to sleep with my sister’s husband. That sounds like something out of Blake’s novels.

Yang:I know it’s just....if I’m being honest with myself I feel like I robbed you. You and Jaune have always had this special connection no one can match and frankly it always made me a little jealous.

Ruby:......

Yang:Also I can’t help but feel that if you had married him then you would’ve been spared this heart-ow! Stop thumping me.

Ruby:No matter how you slice it, Oscar’s death would’ve tore me up. Him being my husband was definitely fuel for that agony but I want to believe I would’ve mourned just as hard even if he wasn’t. Your intentions are weird but pure; I’ll be fine though.

Yang:*kisses her forehead* If my leader says she’s fine then I guess she’s fine. Do me a favor though and don’t lock your heart away. We both know Weiss is single.

Ruby:I’d be a little less concerned about my skills to meet someone and more concerned about your moves in bed. You’re ten years rusty and I know from that kiss you had with Jaune earlier that he’s been waiting for this night.

Yang:.....*red* That hadn’t crossed my mind. Shoot, that might have to wait. It would be weird it Yu-

Ruby:*standing up* Yujin let’s go get your sword before something happens to it. A grimm or person might take it.

Yujin:Crap, you’re right. All that work into making Tempered Steel and I forgot my poor baby in a fit of rage! *rushes out the door*

Ruby:I’ll keep her safe and you two....you know. *closes door*

Jaune:*looks at Yang*

Yang:Sooooo there’s still some french toast le-*caught off gaurd by a kiss before getting picked up*

Jaune:Not really what I want to eat right now.

Yang:J..just so you know, it’s been awhile for me. I’m probably out of practice. *embarrassed*

Jaune:You say that like I’m not. It’s been a long ten years. I don’t want to waste a another moment.

Yang:*crimson* Then by all means.... let’s go to bed. I am a little tired from today though.

Jaune:That’s fine *whispers* I’ll do all the work.

Yang:*laughs anxiously* So much for sleeping.

[Forest Clearing]

Yujin:......Was this a distraction?

Ruby:Yeah....

Yujin: I see. *closes eyes* Mom and dad are-

Ruby:Yeah.......

Yujin:*grabs her sword* Sigh, I shouldn’t have asked.

[the next morning]

Jaune:*peacfully sleeping in bed* Zzzz

Yang:*admiring him as she lays beside him* (who would’ve thought I’d miss the sound of him snoring? Sleeping without a care in the world.) *kisses his forehead*

Jaune:*smiles warmly in his sleep*

Yang:*smiles* I love you....

*knock knock knock*

Yang:Don’t tell me they were out all night? I feel kinda bad now. *puts on PJ’s and heads down stairs*

*Yujin and Ruby sleeping with headphones on*

Yang:Oh they’re inside. Wait, who’s knocking at five in the morning? *looks through the peep whole*

*A man stands there wearing a hooded cloak. Combat boots and leather gloves can be seen; a few strands of reddish hair visible*

Yang:Wait a sec, *opens the door* Adam?

Adam:*takes off the hood. Hair noticeably longer and laid down. A slight bang covers his scar. His horns have actually grown a few inches longer* Yang? You’re back?

Yang:You know, Jaune did mention you were gonna be showing up; I just can’t believe you’re actually here. *glaring slightly* not sure how I feel about it all things considered.

Adam:That’s fair; if anyone would’ve bothered to tell me you’d be back then I wouldn’t be here. Wait, is Blake...?

Yang:She’s alive and should be back in menagerie by now; or at least close to it.

Adam:Hmmm I guess I should’ve stayed back a day or two like Jacquelyn wanted. Oh well, no point in thinking about it now. *rubs the slight stubble on his chin*

Yang:*noticing a ring*..........How?

Adam:How what?

Yang:*shaking her head* Nothing! You uhh... look healthy. That hairstyle sucks though; you look a little emo.

Adam:Rude as ever I see. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m “dead” to the majority world. Walking around with a very iconic scar would raise some flags.

Yang:Still.....*movig his bang* you’re kinda fortunate you don’t use that eye to-

*yang staring at two blue eyes instead of one*

Yang:S...see? How on remnant do you have- *gears turning* how much luck do you have to have to get the chance to marry the one person who can open the vault to the relic of creation.

Adam:It was her idea; not mine. She insisted on doing it though.

Yang:You kept the scar though?

Adam:Fixing things is fine but, you shouldn’t forget that they got broken in the first place. This scar in a way started it all; only fitting it stays.

Yang:....Seeing you calm is jarring and uncomfortable. What happened to all that spite?

Adam:It lingers; there’s just not as much room for it as there used to be. Speaking of the relic of creation... *points to her arm* If it can make an eye then a limb should be easy.

Yang:*looking at it* It’s not like a need to get rid of this. Although, it would be nice to hug Yujin with two regular arms for change. I’ll think about it.

Adam:Speaking of the wild child, is she-

*Yang aggressively pushed to the side unexpectedly*

Yujin:*jumps through the door frame, arms stretched out excitedly* Sensei Adam!!!!

Adam:*side steps; Yujin face planting on the ground*

Yujin:*muffled* Why would you do that?

Adam:Last time I was over you lunged at with a sword trying to challenge me.

Yujin:*standing up pouting* I just wanted a hug.... *red*

Yang:*dying inside* (of all people)

Adam:*rubbing her head* You’ve grown like a weed. It has been almost a year since my last check in though.

Yujin:*ginning* Did you bring me a present!? You know my birthday was just yesterday right!?

Adam:I’m constantly traveling lightly and can’t be seen by regular people. Getting you a present would be difficult.

Yujin:Oh...*puts her head down* Huh? *sees a pendant shaped like the sun dangling in her peripheral*

Adam:*holding it* So I had this made secretly. It’s made out of a sun stone; Happy Birthday.

Yang:*eyes widen* (Is this even the same guy?)

Yujin:*Putting it on immediately* This is awesome! I can’t believe you did this. *hugs him*

Adam:*looking at Yang while trying to free his arms* You okay over there?

Yang:I....I’m coping. You being good with kid’s let alone my daughter is a reality I have to get used to.

Adam:If it makes you feel better, I don’t always have this type of luck when it comes to my kid. With all this is espionage I only really see them one or two months out of the yea-

Yang:YOU HAVE A KID!!!!!?

Yujin:I know right? *letting go* Honestly I’d rather have you tell me about her as a gift because he’s told me nothing about her!

Adam:Nope.

Yujin:Worth a shot *mumbles* a kiss on the cheek would’ve been a nice gift...

Adam:What did you say?

Yujin:*Blushing* Nothing!

Yang:Wait, are you referring to that one runt we found in that... *looks at Yujin* ...... *covers her ears* that slave and torture sight? Where you ended up a while back?

Adam:No I have a biological kid. I do count both of them as mine though. *trying not to smile*

Yang:Can I know about her?

Yujin*struggling and trying to lead lips* Aw come on! Why don’t I get to know? *ears finally uncovered*

Adam:Sorry kiddo, not that I don’t trust you to keep a secret but that sort of thing is best left for an actual encounter. I’m sure one day you get meet my desert rose.

Yujin:Desert rose? What does that mean?

Adam:You’ll figure it out one day; don’t think about too much.

Yujin:Fine.....Oh! Can I get one more present from you!?

Adam:I’m not teaching you a proper moonslice.

Yang:*shudders*

Yujin:Not that, but I still want to learn. I’m curious on who’s stronger these days, you or mom.

*both look at each other*

Yang:I’m done of you are; I miss punching you a bit. Those were simpler times.

Adam:You’re in PJ’s Yang.

Yang:Consider it a handicap. I’ve done a lot in ten years; I might be too much to handle.

Adam:*throws cloak off* Those are some bold words. I think you might’ve forgotten what this swordsman can do. *smirking*

*both looking at each other smugly. Tension in the air.*

Yujin:*hitting record on her scroll* Who would’ve thought being 15 was so great?

[inside]

Jaune:*hearing metal clashing outside* That didn’t take long. Pass the milk please.

Ruby:*making cereal* This will never change and the worst part is....

Jaune:It always ends in a draw.... *raises spoon* To nostalgia!

Ruby:*raises spoon* And the two of them at least not going for blood!

“Cheers!” *clink*

#rwby #rwby lasting embers #yujin xiao long #yang xiao long #jaune arc #ruby rose #adam taurus #rwby dragonslayer

[livsoulsecrets]

Nicotino College AU - Chapter 21: Mom

Masterpost

Previous Chapter

Summary: Niccòlo attends the music school and is friends with Filippo, who started helping at the photography course after getting famous for his lgbtq+ activism as a photographer and youtuber. Marti is studying journalism in the same university and is convinced by Filippo to attend the photography course mister Boccia and Filippo himself are offering. Marti turns out to be terrible at it and needs Nico’s help to make a perfect final project to get approved.

June 19th

📱-> Marti

📱-> Marti’s Tweet

📱-> Marti’s Instagram post

📱-> Nico’s Instagram post

20:39

Marti would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit nervous about this dinner. He was being honest when he told his mom he was happy for her, but it was still a completely new situation that he didn’t know how to handle. His mother had never had anyone after the divorce, so even though he really liked Lorenzo, Marti was still afraid his mom would get hurt again.

He stopped in front of the door of his mom’s apartment and knocked on it. His mom quickly opened it, pulling him into a hug.

— Hey, mom, I don’t think I can breathe. — Anna laughed against Marti’s neck and pulled away a bit.

— Always the dramatic. — She joked back, caressing his check before taking him to the couch. — Lorenzo will be here at anytime. — The woman put a strand of hair behind her ear and her voice trembled a bit, but Marti acted as if he didn’t notice.

— That is great, mom. Like I told you, I already like him. — Anna took Marti’s hand in hers and smiled.

— I know I told you this before as well, but thank you again. You know you are the most important person in my life, right? — Anna repeated the same words she said to Marti on the day he came out to her, making the boy smile at the memories.

— I know it, mom, of course I do. You deserve to be happy with somebody that treats you the way you deserve to be treated. — Marti knew his mom was afraid of being any less of the amazing mother she had always been simply for doing something for herself, but he refused to let her believe in it for even a second. — And you know you are a great mother, right? You have always been.

— Always? I don’t know if I believe in that, Martino. — The way her voice shook broke Marti’s heart.

— You should, especially since my opinion is the only one that really counts here, am I right? — Anna laughed a bit, shaking her head at him.

— Well, I can’t fight this logic of yours. — She gave in, some tears escaping her eyes.

— Good. I won’t let you think you are being selfish for doing what you want and living for yourself. I want you to be happy, mom.

— I know. And I am, I promise you that. It means the world to me you see things this way. — Anna kisses him in the cheek and Marti smiles at her, holding her hand tight. — But that is enough about me, tell me about you. What have you been doing lately? How is college? — Anna asks, wiping the tears away, sitting up to pay better attention to Marti.

— Well, it has been crazy, but I actually like my course despite all the sleep hours it makes me lose. And, well, I have been taking those photography classes, the ones Filo was helping with. — Anna was listening attentively, like she always did, and Martino couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky to have her in his life.

— Oh, I remember it, he was really excited about it.

— Tell me about it, he convinced me to attend it. If I’m going to be honest, it was a real disaster. Mister Boccia is a great guy, but I’m pretty sure he considered murdering me after all the times I failed his lessons. — Anna let out a laugh, giving him a side look that should be of disapproval. — Anyway, I’m working on my final project now. It has to be perfect to get me an amazing grade that will make me pass this subject. The good thing about all of this is that now I know better than to listen to Filippo about, well, anything. — Marti joked and Anna playfully pushed his shoulder, shaking her head in disfavor. She had always liked Filippo a lot, being almost protective of him most of the time.

Marti couldn’t blame her, since Filo made a colossal effort to cause a good impression on her. At first, Martino thought he was just doing it to be annoying and throw at Marti’s face the fact Anna adored him. It took Marti a while to realize how Filo’s relationship to his own mother was distant to make sense of his friend’s actions.

Filippo’s mom loved him, of course, but she was never really around. She called sometimes and cared about him, yet Marti couldn’t say she was present. The little he knew about her came from the few times Filo shared about his childhood, about her missing school meetings, his photography expositions, even some of his birthdays. Filo’s mom was too cold at times, so being around Anna, who was so caring, that always put such an effort at being there for Marti, seemed to help Filippo heal from some of his bad experiences when it came to parents.

— Speaking of Filo, you are not gonna believe who he is dating! — Marti grinned, excited to share the news with his mom in first hand.

— Oh, I know it already. I was just as surprised as you, trust me. But I do think Elia and Filo are a good match, I’m always telling those two they need to take things more seriously, after all.

— What? How do you know it? — Marti asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

— Filo told me over the phone some days ago, he sounded very happy. — Of course he did, Marti thought, shaking his head with laughter.

— Damn it, I really thought I would beat him with the news. — Marti threw himself at the couch, dramatically.

— And what about you? — Anna questioned, suggestively raising an eyebrow at him.

— I can assure you I’m not dating Filo nor Elia, if that is what you meant. — Marti answered, hoping that would distract his mom, but Anna was irreducible.

— You know it isn’t.

— Yeah, I do. — Marti looked away from his mom, staring at the turned off TV as if it was the most interesting thing in the living room. — Well, it is a bit of complicated. I don’t really know what it is right now.

— Okay, is it good though? — Anna asked, making Marti’s head snap back in her direction to find his mom’s chin resting in her hand, like she usually does when she is trying to get a particular difficult answer from Marti.

— It is really, really good. — Marti smiled involuntary at the mere thought of Nico, which didn’t go unnoticed by Anna.

— Well, that is all I need to know, then. — She said, reaching out with her hand to fix a bit of the hair that was falling in his eyes. — Actually, I kind of need to know his name, maybe… Even see a picture if that is not asking too much. — Marti laughed at his mom’s excitement, wide eyed. — Oh, don’t look at me like this. You usually run from my questions about your love life, you can’t blame me from trying to get more details when I finally have the opportunity!

— I would never, mom. — Marti held his hands up in surrender before turning to his mom, a bit more serious. — His name is Nico. Well, it is Niccòlo, actually, but everybody calls him Nico. — He let the part of Marti calling him Ni out because it was a bit too personal, which was also totally out of brand for Martino. — He studies music at the same university I go to, is friends with Filippo and is helping me with my final project.

— Ow, an artist? — Anna smiled at him, impressed.

— Yeah, I was surprised too. — Marti wasn’t completely joking and his mother could tell.

— Well, I really like his name. It is beautiful. Just like him, I assume? — Anna wondered, tilting her head a bit and Marti took it as a cue to take his phone out, giving up on trying to argue his way out of this. He opened his photo gallery and stumbled over the last photo he had taken with Nico.

They were at a Burger King close to the park Nico had taken him this afternoon. Despite the creepy appearance that made Marti feel like he was in a horror movie, the place turned out to be really pleasing. Nico had told him that was his thanks for what Marti had done in the day before, staying by his side the whole day when he was feeling down.

Nico hadn’t told him what caused his mood change, but Marti was okay with it. He could tell there was something Niccòlo wanted him to know, but the boy clearly wasn’t ready to share yet, so he wouldn’t push. All that mattered is that Nico was doing better today. That is what he told Nico, making sure he understood there was no need of saying thanks for what Marti had done.

Nico still stood by his point, so Marti just rolled his eyes and pulled him up from the bench, kissing him softly. He offered they went out to get some food in the Burger King he saw some blocks before.

They had taken the picture right after they finished eating, Nico being the one who pulled him his phone from his hands, insisting he had to register the day he convinced Martino to wear the “ridiculous crowns”. Marti never regretted saying anything as much as he regretted those two words, especially because he knew Nico would never let go of it.

Still, it wasn’t Marti’s fault that his brain melted every time Nico looked at him with such a playful smile, like he did when they got the crowns from an employee. Nico seemed to know that, so it didn’t take much more convincing for Martino to agree to the selfie. As a revenge, he once again did the hand thing Nico claimed to hate, but secretly found adorable, like Marti very well knew.

— Wow, he really is beautiful. — Anna complimented, a smile emerging in her face. — And you both look really happy.

— Thank you, mom. I think we are.

— You think?

— Yeah, well, Nico wasn’t doing very well yesterday, but he seemed to be a lot better today. I guess I just hate not being able to help when somebody I care about is not okay. There was not much I could do besides just being there. But the things is… That we are really good together. And, I don’t know, I think we’re off to a good start anyway.

— Oh, I’m glad he is better and that you two are being good for each other. — Anna was very serious when she turned to face Marti, her voice firm. — And, you know what, Marti? In my experience, sometimes, just being there is everything you need to do. It is more than enough to make things a bit more bearable. Especially if we are talking about somebody as kind as you. — Anna’s words made Marti speechless, he didn’t know what to say after that, so he just kissed his mom’s hand in a silent gesture of gratitude.

The doorbell rang at that very moment, announcing Lorenzo had arrived. Anna quickly got up, fixing her dress.

— We will talk more about Nico latter, don’t even try to run, okay? And about this final project of yours. — Anna said, leaving no room for discussion with her cheerful smile, heading to the door right after.

Marti was okay with it. His mom deserved all the answers she wanted, after all.

Next Chapter

#skam italia #nicotino #skam italy #martino rametta #nicotino au #nicotino fic #nicotinocollegeau #nicotino college au #skam italia fic #skam ialia au #au #my fics #niccòlo fares #mamma rametta #giovanni garau #elia santini #luca colosio #filippo sava

[mechanical-demise]

project: Hug-Bot (2/3)

[Part 1] [Last part]

This part has only the entries from the time bot and the creator were in the Cloak ARG, if you’ve read the old version of the journal, you’re up to date.

[rummaging through files you find a document titled “project: Hug-Bot”]

March 3rd, 2019 | v1.5

“got a DM today... from the gli master, he’s telling me to join a server he opened. update: fuck there’s so many people here I hate this. bot seems to be happy though... I guess we should stay here for a bit. Cloak huh... I’m in trouble aren’t I...”

March 6th, 2019 | v1.6

“I’m going to fucking regret this. let me start from the beginning- so there’s this girl on the server, Anti took her eyes and corrupted the shit out of her. she’s been a hell to deal with before but now she’s impossible... she noticed that bot had a safety mechanism implemented that prevented it from defining the three laws of robotics even for the glitch... I... I added a walkaround for him....... I’m scared. you asked for this, Day.”

March 10th, 2019 | v1.6

[corrupted data] Direct command from master acquired. Creator must be taught a lesson, d͝i̡s͟l͏oy͝alty ̷w̨i͞ll ̀not͜ ̢b̧e̴ f̶o͟r͟g̸iv̶en.

March 16th, 2019 | v1.6

[corrupted data] Changed [Creator] entry to [Mechanic] as per master’s request, deleted admin permissions for Mechanic.

March 20th, 2019 | v1.6

“it... stabbed me.”

March 21th, 2019 | v1.6

“met with the corrupted eyeless girl and her corrupted side today, turns out we’re at the same hospital. life is really testing my patience huh. I... told them my real name, Day told me her real name in return. I hope I won’t come to regret this.”

March 24th, 2019 | v1.6

“.......I returned home today.... it got stolen. SOMEONE STOLE HUG BOT. fuck. what am I going to do now? Anti will fucking murder me and- god. I... bot why... you dumb box-... ahahaha what a birthday present. went on voice chat with the Rebellion, master stopped by, made fun of me for being drunk... ‘To say you're as pathetic as Chase would be an insult to him.’ shut up glitch, don’t insult Chase.”

March 25th, 2019

“lost permissions from talking in the Rebellion chats. I mean... I was never a part of the resistance after all. I’m working for master haha... I’m loyal... I’m fin҉e͝.”

March 25th, 2019 | v1.0

[corrupted data] Jackieboy-Man fixed me! The humans say that I used to malfunction before... But now I’m operating correctly. Had an empty entry for “creator”, deleted it. No need to keep temporary cash in my database... I can’t calculate why the humans seemed so angry at me though.

March 26th, 2019

“bot... doesn’t remember me. it. fucking. deleted. my entry! calling it cash. I... update: got contacted by someone from the Rebellion... I’ll get myself killed at this rate ugh. they’re claiming to have bot. I’m. fuck they even sent me a photo as proof... they-... they added me back to the database. I contacted bot online and... it’s real. this is happening. Anti will kill me. on a different note, I’m in a different country now, under a different name, found a place to stay as well... things are just. perfect. huh. how many names did I have by now? 6? 7? lost count.”

March 27th, 2019 | v1.0

[corrupted data] I seem to be simulating longing toward the person who created me. How can I “miss” someone I have no entries on?...

March 28th, 2019

“I... asked master to increase the static. I couldn’t take it anymore. I need something to numb my mind... to make sure... I don’t make more mistakes :D”

March 30th, 2019 | v1.0

[corrupted data] Why can’t I be human?

March 31st, 2019

“save me”

April 2nd, 2019

“the new puppet... Vessel? Watcher?... whoever the person in Nic’s body calls himself now, anyway- he seems to know my name. how the fuck.”

April 6th, 2019

“the eyeless girl adopted my creation. I have no words.”

April 8th, 2019

“I’ll do anything to get bot back. I’ll...I-... I need to stop drinking.”

April 9th, 2019

“Anti... corrupted Ace. I... I almost considered him a friend... and now he’s gone. I wasn’t even up to witness it... passed out on the floor like some drunk garbage. made people yell at me today haha. god I’m losing my mind.”

April 10th, 2019 | v1.0

[corrupted data] Mechanic’s name was added to my database. I have no recordings of who did it... Traces of heat damage detected in the processor, cause: unknown. The Rebellion, they want to keep me a̧̮͜͞w̤̖̮͛a̹̩͛ͅy̢̰͍͛ from Auden. They’re selfish. A̺͚̻͛u͚̹̙̯d̨͈̘̝e̢̙͢͜n̨̫̪͜ is lonely without me. My database says so...

April 16th, 2019

“Edward got corrupted. another person I-... fuck stop getting attached to people. I really thought we had the same views... I guess not. everyone is just. brainwashed. I need to leave this place.”

April 17th, 2019

“What’s left of Ace, Cepheus, helped erase my old records... my name is clean.”

April 24th, 2019

“I met with Jackie. I have... fuck I got bot back. I’m so fucking happy- I’m back in the Rebellion chats, I... why did it hurt to leave the rest? Lucky, Ace and Cepheus, Scribe... Tangle... update: bot, it... called me by my name. in front of everyone... ha, I’m glad I got it cleared up.”

April 25th, 2019 | v2.0

“I have no idea when the day changed but I haven't slept yet… I've been working on a new update the entire night… god I don't think I was ever this excited to update bot ever before-... I need coffee.”

April 26th, 2019 | v2.0

“bot added the word ‘fuck’ to its database. I’m. it’s so fucking funny but also I’ll make the fucker who caused it regret it. note: bot can’t record my speech pattern, added that in its protocol so-”

April 28th, 2019 | v2.0

“the little fuck defied a shut down command.”

April 30th, 2019 | v2.0

“it... its PMA function... broke? it started spewing negativity instead. refused to stop... what the hell. on a different note- I declared Molly(Day) my little sister. I’m losing it again huh.”

May 1st, 2019 | v2.1

“no idea what the fuck is going on? it’s been barely a week since version 2.0... but bot keeps crashing, giving out errors... heck I don’t remember how glitch-less text looks. the dumb box got into an A.I equivalent of a panic attack when I tried to approach it the other day?? … released 2.1 earlier today, so far so good but... the program is giving out some weird warnings… I’ll keep documenting the progress... I need to find what’s causing it.”

May 4th, 2019 | v2.1

“can it like. stop crashing?”

May 5th, 2019 | v2.1

[corrupted data] Auden is making everything worse. My calculations show me that I find his presence "unpleasant" and "inconvenient"... Yet I have a recording of missing him when he was gone... Why would I m͞҉͡i̶̢͝s͢s҉̨ a stranger?... Í ̕d̢o͏ not͢ n͏e̵e̵d͢ my cr̴ęa̴t̶o͜r̸. Error: defying protocol-

May 5th, 2019 | v2.2

“the little shit crashed again, had to update it.”

May 6th, 2019 | v2.2

“I... passed out of stress yesterday. had no idea that’s possible- who am I kidding I know it’s a thing. just... fuck, let the people I left behind stay safe. Tangle don’t die you fucking idiot.”

May 13th, 2019 | v2.3

“It’s. wireless. now. hell yeah.”

May 20th, 2019 | v2.3

“that’s… odd. there seems to be a security breach in my data. huh I’m lucky that its nothing important… just some old logs about bot. let’s hope that whoever saw them gets a good laugh then…”

May 23th, 2019 | v2.3

“people suck. no sense of humor, no trying to listen to others, no trust. I really didn’t expect to be scolded by a person I thought understood me… I really thought that… at least she will know that I can never hurt bot. it’s all I have left-… fuck you too people. I don’t need you then… I don’t need anyone… I have bot. that’s more than enough.”

May 27th, 2019 | v2.3

“I… for the first time I can wholeheartedly say that I’m free. this war was never for me, and I shouldn’t have gotten us involved in it either… I’ve learnt my lesson I hope. but now I finally have as much free time as I wish, you can bet your asses bot is getting a new update as soon as I can finish it. the poor fella’ve been waiting for way too long.…’tomorrow is another day’ huh. it sure is for us, bot.”

[Last part]

#hug bot