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lokischocolatefountain · 9 months

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Comfort || Taken Care of

Based on this request

Series Masterlist

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+. Like extremely 18+. I’d make it 20+ if that was a thing. Serious filth.

Warnings: Chonky age gap (Joel: early 50s and Reader: early 20s), extremely naïve reader, praise kink, innocence kink, non con, face-fucking, oral sex (make receiving), name calling, daddy kink, slapping, mentions of past abuse, mentions of FEDRA school abuse, dacryphilia, moneyshot, dbf!Joel (as friendly as that grump can be). Joel is a lying liar and the creepiest creep. Proceed with extreme caution.

Word count: 1.8k words

Summary: You are as sheltered as can be in a world that has fallen apart. Realizing the errors of his ways, your father has his friend Joel take you outside the QZ to teach you how to survive in the real world. Unfortunately for you, Joel is interested in teaching you more than basic survival skills.

A/N: I finally understand all the AO3 writers who are like ‘sorry for the late upload. My husband died, I gave birth, I was called upon by the US army to stop an alien invasion, my roommate stole all my things and I’m homeless. But here’s chapter 43 of my fic’ cause I am really really going through it rn. I submitted my thesis, I am defending it in a couple hours, I have to move my things to a new place immediately, I have to go to work and yet I wrote this. Who knew writing the absolute filthiest porn could make a girl feel slightly better while being in a dumpster fire…

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” he comforts you, his large hand cupping your face as he uses his thumb to wipe your tears. Shame he had to wipe them ‘cause they made you look so much prettier, got his cock so much harder.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed as he unzipped his jeans. Life on the road was hard, especially for a sheltered girl like you. Your dad did everything he could to give you the best he could within the tall walls of the QZ. You knew no pain, no suffering, and definitely knew nothing of the outside world. So here he was, on your dad’s request, taking you out into the real world. The QZ could collapse anytime as QZs often did. So when it eventually did, your dad wanted to prepare you for a harder life.

Thankfully, Joel was a kind man. He held you at night when you were feeling cold, taught you how to hunt and carried your pack for you when you were feeling tired. He also comforted you when you felt lonely.

“Daddy…” you whined, too embarrassed to ask. Calling him Daddy always did the job too. You used to call him Joel, but it changed from when he started comforting you. He told you to call him Daddy, said it was more respectful, so you obeyed.

He never made you feel ashamed for wanting comfort, but something about it made you shy.

“Yes, pretty girl. What do you need?”

You put your hand on his lap and stroked him through his jeans though he was already unzipped and ready to give you the comfort you craved.

It started just a couple kilometers from the QZ. He found you sniffling in the corner of the abandoned building you’d both found shelter in for the night. He was so sweet about it too, asking you multiple times if it was okay for him to comfort you this way. He said your dad wouldn’t like it and that was true— your dad had coddled you too much and now he’d begun overcompensating for it. He yelled at you for crying, made you take up the worst shifts in the QZ and sent you off with his friend Joel— a man feared by all of the QZ— to go out and learn the world.

So you begged him to not tell your dad and put your mouth around his cock. From then, it was the only way you could find comfort.

“I need you to say it, darlin’… What do you want?”

“Please take care of me, daddy.”

“I’m taking care of ya already, aren’t I? Make you food, give you blankets, make sure the infected don’t get to ya… What do you want now?”

“Your cock. Please.”

He nodded and took himself out for you. He sat back on the rickety chair and placed a hand on your head, guiding you down to his cock. You took his tip first and sucked on it. He hissed, so maybe it hurt. But let you keep going. You opened your mouth wider and took him in, inch by inch. It hurt sometimes, but he reassured you that you will get better. You wanted to get better.

The taste was also strange. It needed getting used to. But now that you’d had his cock a few times, you were beginning to like it, to get used to it. It was salty from his sweat and it also tasted just like the skin on your arm. But there was something distinctly Joel about it.

“Just like that, darlin’. Good girl, aren’t you? Look so damn pretty like this,” he said, pushing you gently to take more of him. You gagged a little, but went on anyway. You looked up at him, wanting to smile at his compliment but too full of him to do so. More tears rolled down your cheeks at the compliment. He hummed at the sight and twitched inside you.

“Don’t forget to use your tongue,” he reminded and you felt embarrassed for forgetting already. You wanted to be good, wanted to learn everything he taught you quickly so you didn’t trouble him with the same thing twice. But here you were, having forgotten one of the important lessons already.

You did as you were told and moved your tongue along his cock, feeling his veins and ridges. He was hard, so hard but he was also smooth. He moaned as you did, making you shiver. It felt good to hear him moan, made you feel you were doing something right even though none of this was for his own benefit.

He did it just so he could make you feel better, feel less lonely. Sometimes you weren’t even crying when you got a craving for comfort again. You asked him on random nights to fall asleep with his cock in your mouth. It was becoming a kind of an addiction, like how your dad bought those pills from Joel to keep his nightmares out and now he couldn’t go without them.

You weren’t any help with other things either, even though you’d become a better shot and were more alert when it was your turn to keep watch. Suddenly, you were reminded of the time you missed a shot at a deer and made it run off, leaving both you and Joel hungry for days. You sobbed at the reminder, feeling the sharp sting on your cheek when he slapped you.

“Useless fucking whore!” He’d called you right after slapping you. You’d cried then and you cried again at the reminder, forcing yourself to take in the last of his length to prove to yourself that you would do better. He groaned and tightened his grip on your hair before pushing himself inside your mouth forcefully.

“Look so pretty like this, darlin’. Ain’t seen a prettier sight than my whore crying on my cock.” He said, pulling back before pushing into your mouth again. He hit the back of your throat and it hurt, god it hurt so bad. But he kept a firm grip on you, kept you in your place so you didn’t make mistakes again.

“Sorry, darlin’. Daddy’s gotta do this. ‘s too much,” he said, before grabbing your head in both hands. He hammered into you repeatedly, handling your face like it was something he hated. You didn’t know why, but that didn’t make you feel bad. It did the opposite.

You felt good. Like you weren’t a ‘useless fucking whore’ like he had said you were a few times. You were learning like he expected you to. The first time he did this, you forced him to stop and crouched over a bush and threw up the little food you’d eaten. It still hurt to be this way, but you were getting better. You didn’t have to throw up anymore.

He grunted and groaned, let out a few expletives that would’ve made you embarrassed if you were still back in the QZ. They were words you weren’t allowed to use back there. You’d come back from FEDRA school one day, using a bad word and it set him off. He slapped you, much like Joel would slap you later for missing the shot. When you did it again a couple of months later, he slapped you more times.

It was Joel then who came to your rescue. Promising your dad that you would behave better from now, he carried you off to his apartment and tended to your wounds.

“Ohh, of fuck. F-fuuuck… Mmm, such a pretty hole. Such a good hole for me,” he praised before pulling out of you. You inched closer to him, but he pulled you back by your hair, putting you back in place. You gasped softly when something warm hit your face. You tried to move away from it, away from him. It was wrong. How ungrateful did you have to be to jerk away from him like that when he was taking care of you.

“Fuckin’— fuck. Fuckin’ take it, bitch. Take my cum,” he struggled between pants as he continued doing— doing that. The warm sticky thing came out of his cock. You didn’t know what it was, didn’t know if he was okay. It had never happened before. You panicked and held on to his legs, afraid you did something wrong to cause this.

His jaw was clenched and his eyes were screwed shut. He grunted and moaned like he was in pain.

“Daddy…” you called for him gently. When he didn’t respond, you touched his thigh and began caressing it. Slowly, gently like he sometimes did to comfort you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, afraid of what you’d done to him. He leaned back on his chair, his hand still in your hair. His breathing slowed down and his fingers massaged your scalp, making you feel good.

“Why’re you apologizing, pretty girl?” He asked, making you sigh in relief.

“I— I don’t— this,” you said, pointing to your face that held the white thing that came out of him. “And you looked like you were in pain.”

He chuckled and looked down at you, before cupping the cheek that didn’t have any of the white thing on it. “You really are so dumb.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you blurted out, not even knowing what you’d done this time.

“I wasn’t in pain. I was feeling good.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm… I know your dad did a lot for ya; you’re his whole world. So it only matters to you when you feel good. But sometimes I need to feel good, too.”

“What makes you feel good?” You asked, desperate to learn, desperate to do for him what he did for you.

“It really helps to have a pretty girl. And you’re a pretty girl, ain’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, good. ‘s long as ya know. Pretty girls like you, you have three holes. It’ll make a man feel good. Just like when I put my cock in your face hole to make you feel good.”

“M-my mouth?” You asked, looking up at him with curiosity. You’ve never heard of it being called that… It felt strange, but you weren’t going to protest. He knew best. Just as your dad told you before sending you out. Joel knows best. Do what he says, no objections.

“Yeah. This pretty mouth,” he said, brushing his thumb over your lips. “When I make you feel good with my cock, I feel good too. But only if you’re a good girl. Only if you do as I say. You did good today, darlin’. You thought of me too instead of being the selfish bitch you always are.”

You surged at the praise, happy that you’d finally learned. Finally did something good for him instead of taking and taking and taking like a selfish bitch.

“And I know you wanna learn. So keep being good like this, okay?”

You nodded.

“Keep being good and I’ll teach you about your other holes.”

“Thank you, Daddy…”

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kyndaris · 10 months

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Scorned

As always, I've uploaded this story to my FictionPress and Wattpad already. But I thought I'd let those that read my blog a chance to read it as well without having to click away. It is, after all, a short story. For my longer novel-length stories, head over to https://www.fictionpress.com/u/577676/scattered-wind or https://www.wattpad.com/user/Kyndaris if you like to use Wattpad instead.

Stepping into the chapel, it was like we had entered a new world. The pews had been decorated with garlands. Similarly, the pulpit, where the minister would shortly stand, was flanked by two heaving bouquets of sickly-sweet flowers. Looking up, one could glimpse strings of fairy lights that had been strung up on the Gothic arches.

And gathered together for this most auspicious occasion were those nearest and dearest to the bride and groom.

It was to be the perfect wedding.

It should have been the perfect wedding.

But just as the ceremony was in full swing, right before the bride and groom were to kiss, a bedraggled woman in a tattered white dress – held back by two security guards – pushed her way through the doors of the chapel. Her black hair hung lankly and her lips were chapped. There was a wild look in her eyes as she struggled forward, mascara running down her face.

“I object!” she spat. “This farce has gone on long enough.”

The entire chapel went silent, as if we had all decided to hold our breath as we watched the events unfold.

“Has she told you the truth, Arthur? The real reason behind it all? Has she even told you her real name?”

All eyes turned towards the groom – Arthur – as he dropped the hands of his bride-to-be and stepped forward, face red, looking as if all he wanted to do was rip the woman in half with his bare hands.

I could see the thoughts churn in his head. How dare this stranger come in, wearing white no less, and object? On what grounds? And on this most happy and momentous day? The sheer nerve!

But the words she spoke, they tickled something in the back of my mind. What did she mean?

Thinking back, I knew that the union between Melissa and Arthur had been contentious. The reason why had always been subject to rumour but I’d not paid it much mind at the time. I was simply happy that Arthur had found someone after the disastrous breakup with Caitlin all those years ago.

Besides, I was just a family friend. My invitation to the wedding was almost an afterthought.

I glanced towards the bride, hoping for further enlightenment. Melissa’s face was as pale as death. It was almost as if she had seen a ghost. And it clashed horribly with her wedding dress with its long train and veil that stood in contrast to her dark coloured hair.

“You have no right to be here! No right to even object!” roared Arthur, taking my attention back to the unfolding drama between the mysterious woman and the groom. Arthur turned to his brother, one finger pointed out in a silent decree. “Get her out of here, Harold! Never let this piece of filth darken our doorstep ever again! I don’t want to see her ever again.”

Harold glanced between the woman and his younger brother. After a moment’s hesitation, Harold took hold of the woman’s arm, none too gently. Then he, along with the two security guards, frogmarched her out the exit.

I watched her go, wondering at her words and Arthur’s visceral reaction. There was more to the story here. I could feel it. But it wasn’t my place to ask anything. Not yet, anyways, with the ceremony still underway. It simply wouldn’t be polite. And I had been raised better than that.

It took several minutes for the guests to quiet. Many were trying to figure out who the mysterious woman was as they whispered to those beside them. Nothing of this scale had ever happened before at anyone else’s wedding.

Arthur, still fuming, struggled to hold back his anger if his clenched jaw and white knuckled fists were any indication. No doubt he would have roared at us to shut up if he could. Thankfully, Harold returned shortly afterwards and whispered something into the minister’s ear.

As he reread the sermon before the exchange of vows again, everyone settled back into their seats. Melissa and Arthur resumed their place before him.

Despite the fact that seems should have returned to normal, Melissa still seemed visibly shaken from the encounter. Her eyes would constantly dart towards the doors of the church. As if she was expecting a reappearance of the mad woman.

Was it worry? Or was it fear?

I was pulled from my thoughts when the rest of the guests clapped their hands as Melissa and Arthur pressed their lips together in what could have been described as the most perfunctory and wooden performance I had ever seen in my twenty-five years of life. It was worse than the travesty that was the kiss between Cho Chang and Harry Potter in the film version of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Melissa was the first to break away from the kiss as she turned towards the audience.

Together, they sat back down to the side as the minister stepped forward to lead everyone through a round of hymns.

As we sang, I noticed from the corner of my eye how Melissa leaned in close to Arthur as she whispered into his ear. The tension returned in his jaw but he maintained a façade of calm as he squeezed her fingers. He muttered something back in reply to Melissa.

Her face blanched but she said nothing more. Focused, instead, on mouthing the words that she probably didn’t feel. How interesting.

And just like that, the wedding ceremony ended.

Soon, there would be a series of photographs and a reception to be held at a fancy hotel later in the evening. Tedious affairs, to be sure, but that was what weddings had become in this modern age. They were meant to be spectacles of the internet age. I’d seen so many of my friends dressed in their white flowing dresses in as many different settings as there were stars in the night sky.

Melissa and Arthur’s wedding was the fifth I’d attended this year.

Rising from my seat, I headed to the bathroom to freshen up. It would be some time before I’d be called up for a group photo with the rest of my family.

The bathroom was empty as I entered the stall. But as soon as I shut the door, I heard two women come in. They were talking in hushed voices.

“—so distasteful.”

“I know, right? Melissa, though, was very good at keeping it together. I don’t think I could have been so calm if someone were to barge in on my wedding, wearing that poor excuse of a dress.”

“Did you see the look on Arthur’s face? I thought he was going to explode.”

“Would have served her right. I think I would have cheered.”

“Myrtle, no! Don’t you know who she is?”

“A crazed lady, by all accounts.”

“That was Caitlin’s younger sister, Larissa!”

That was when I chose to make my presence known as I made a show of flushing the toilet and stepped out of the stall. I flashed Myrtle and Norma a polite smile as I went to the furthest sink to wash my hands.

“Are the two of you looking forward to the reception?” I asked, pretending as if I hadn’t heard a word that they had exchanged earlier. “I remember that they said it was going to be at the Intercontinental. Think they’ll be lobster?”

With a knowing look, Myrtle winked at me. “Oh, my dear, of course there will be. Arthur’s parents wouldn’t have allowed the wedding to go ahead if it wasn’t on the menu.”

“Indeed,” agreed Norma. “We shall see you outside, yes, Vicky?”

I nodded, keeping my polite smile plastered on my face. “Yes. I’ll see the two of you outside.”

The two of them left and I was left alone to reapply my mascara and touching up my lipstick. When I had finished, I ran a critical eye over my reflection. I had an oval face with high cheekbones. It was pretty but I would have preferred a more defined jawline.

Fanfiction authors that were just starting out in their craft might have described my eyes as dark chocolate gooey orbs, but that would be stretching it a bit far. And a little mortifying to imagine. No, my eyes were brown though they were darker than most. The smoky eyeshadow I had on served to heighten the sense of mystique I had going.

My lips were thin. Paired with my eyebrows, I looked severe. Years of practice in high school had taught me how to soften my look so I could look more naturally friendly. I tried it now, contorting the muscles in my face and going for a concerned expression. It worked though it was a little stiff. I’d have to keep working on it. Especially if I was hoping to use it later in the evening.

Satisfied that my makeup was in order and there was no blemish that needed to be hastily covered up, I exited the toilet. Just in time for the set of photos that my family would be taking with the bride and groom.

By the time the group photographs were done, my cheeks were sore from smiling and my feet from standing. All I wanted to do was head back to my apartment, down a few glasses of shiraz and perhaps call it a night. But, of course, when it came to weddings, there was still the reception and the dancing and the celebrating to get through.

After all, they were meant to be bombastic and loud.

Proof, of course, that we had succeeded in life and would finally live out our ‘happily-ever-afters’. After all, wasn’t that the dream that we were sold in our younger years? Find the one your one true love and everything else will work out? At least, I think that was the message inherent in all Disney films during their renaissance period.

While the others were bidding Arthur and Melissa a prosperous marriage, I took a seat on a nearby bench and slipped off my high heels to give my feet a chance to breathe. Moments later, Harold plopped down beside me, his tie askew. He looked me up and down with an appreciative eye.

“Long day, Vicky?”

“Well, you know me, Harry. I’m always out dancing late into the early hours of the morning.”

He laughed. “Oh yeah? Where’d you go this time?”

“Oh, here and there. Real small clubs. Places you wouldn’t have heard of.”

“Try me.”

“The Yarn and Hook,” I answered. “Where the Crawdads Sing.”

“So, crocheting and reading. That’s so typical of you, Vicky.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. “So you say, Harry. But I’m not the one stalking someone else’s Goodreads.”

Harry and I had been close ever since we were young. Or, well, as close as family friends could be. It was hard when you didn’t attend the same high school and studied different things at university. Social media helped, but when we both became gainfully employed members of society, time seemed to slip away as a general sense of busyness pervaded our everyday.

Him with his finance firm. Me and my journalism.

“Touché,” acceded Harry. He leaned back against the bench. “God, I could go for a drink.”

I couldn’t resist the rejoinder that sprung to my lips. “Long day, Harold?”

He glared at me, knowing that I knew how much he hated his full name. “Why yes, Victoria,” he replied snidely. “I mean, being treated like a servant by your older brother is great fun. Especially when you have to deal with his ex’s crazy sister. And all she’s doing is screeching in your ear. Like, how my escorting her out of the chapel constituted as assault. Or that she’ll press charges.”

“I heard people talking in the bathroom earlier,” I said. “So, that was Larissa? She doesn’t look a lot like Caitlin at all.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. They are half-sisters, after all. You were seeing her at her worst.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, scooting closer toward Harry.

He looked away. “Forget I said anything. It’s not important.”

“You can’t just offer a journalist the hint of something deeper and then end it at that,” I said. “Come on, Harry. You can trust me. I’m not on the clock. Anything you reveal will be completely off the record.”

Harry sat back up and it was like the jovial playful air that we had enjoyed before had vanished. He stared at me for several uncomfortable seconds. “This isn’t like your usual interviews, Victoria. Larissa is dangerous. If you see her, stay away. I’ve a feeling she might try to sabotage the reception. God only knows how she’ll figure out the location,” he said and rose to his feet.

I watched as Harry left. This had been my one chance at getting more information and I’d bungled it terribly. And I’d probably only served to pour oil on what was already a tenuous position at best. Instead of pressing him for answers, perhaps if I’d more sympathetic…

Something to study up on, I supposed, as I stood up and straightened my dress.

Still, I wasn’t leaving empty-handed. Harry had confirmed what I had overheard in the bathroom and had provided an additional titbit of information that I hadn’t had before. And, as every journalist worth their salt knew, every little morsel helped.

As I headed towards the metro station, I pulled out my phone and messaged someone I hadn’t talked to for a good four years. Ever since Arthur had broken her heart four years ago.

Stepping into the lobby of the Intercontinental was like being whisked off into a fairy tale forest. Arthur and Melissa had spared no expense when it came to the decadent decorations. Huge oaks spiralled up towards the roof, their branches stretching across the ceiling to crown the set of beautiful constellations in the night sky. Half hidden by the canopy was a crescent-shaped moon.

It was beautiful and impressive. And, if I didn’t know any better, I might have bought into the fantasy The only thing missing were the actual creatures that lived in such places and sprightly fae.

As it was, my sheer baby blue dress paired with holographic butterfly wings, which I had bought at a Halloween store, served to match the theme for the wedding reception.

“Excuse me, are you a guest for Arthur and Melissa’s reception?”

The question pulled me back down to cold hard reality. My eyes travelled down from the stars back to the smartly dressed concierge with a forced smile on her face. She was standing next to a simple A3 sized welcome sign embossed with gold.

On it was written: Welcome. We are so glad to have you join us. In smaller script, it read: Follow the petals to the reception hall. Love Arthur and Mel.

“Yes.”

“Do you have your invitation and a form of photo ID?”

“Of course,” I replied, digging in my purse for them both. “I assure you that I did pack them in. Ah, here it is.”

The invitation was lined in silver, the outside edge decorated with intricate floral designs and silhouettes of fairies. In the lower right corner was an artistic rendition of the loving couple, both adorned with huge feathery wings. It was something Melissa had insisted upon and was based on her favourite book series.

The concierge gave it a cursory glance. “And your ID, please?”

“Oh, right.” Opening up my phone, I showed her my digital licence.

“Your mask, ma’am.”

Sheepishly, I removed the gold masquerade mask from my face. The concierge, taking my phone, scrutinised my licence and then looked back at my face. Satisfied, she handed me back my phone. “Follow me. I’ll take you to the reception hall.”

“Don’t I just—” I started, putting my mask back on, and gesturing to the path of petals that led down the corridor to the left.

“That may be so, ma’am, but the groom insisted that all guests be accompanied once their identity has been verified. Please. Follow me.”

Her tone brooking no argument, she turned on her heel and led me down a side passageway opposite to the petals path. After trailing after her through a labyrinthine maze, she stopped outside mahogany panelled function doors. Pushing them open, I stepped down into a ballroom ripped straight out from a fantasy world.

A short marble staircase led down to the dance floor and a ring of tables. A three-tiered cake sat near the long table where the bride and groom would preside over events. Most of the other guests had yet to arrive but that did not stop those that had come early to enjoy a glass of bubbly and a few canapes.

All eyes turned to me as the concierge announced my presence.

Quite a few men looked at me appreciatively but most returned to their conversations. As I walked down the stairs, I scanned the crowd for any familiar faces. Only Harold stood out but he’d barely noticed my presence, wrapped up in a heated discussion with someone I couldn’t quite make out.

A part of me wanted to go back up to him and apologise for what had happened earlier in the day but just as I reached the dance floor, I was accosted by none other than Norma.

She, just like me, had changed outfits. When I had seen her earlier, she had been wearing a simple floral dress with a pastel pink jacket on top. Now, she had changed into a navy asymmetrical cocktail dress. Around her shoulders, she wore an effervescent shawl. Atop her head, she had on a tiny crown.

“I had not expected to see you so early, Vicky. And my, what a lovely outfit you have on. Very chic, as my niece would say.”

“Thank you,” I said. “You also look very delicious tonight, Norma.”

“Oh, nonsense. This was just something I threw on.”

“Well then, you have impeccable taste.”

Norma tittered politely before leaning in closer. “You know, they say that Arthur’s hired additional security for the reception. You should have seen how that concierge lady was staring me down earlier. I thought she wanted to rip my dress of. But no, rumour has it that Arthur wants to make sure everything goes off without a hitch after that frightful display this morning with Larissa.”

“Who?”

“Larissa. Didn’t you know? She’s Caitlin’s sister. And bad, bad news.”

“Wait, that woman who interrupted the ceremony was Caitlin’s sister?” I asked, pretending to ask surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

“Oh yes,” said Norma. “It’s a little-known secret. Rumour has it that Larissa had been obsessed with Arthur from the first. When he was still dating Caitlin. She’d always try and insert herself into situations. Made their entire relationship incredibly difficult. No wonder Arthur stepped away, poor boy.”

“What about the sisters?”

“What about them?”

“Was there any fallout when Arthur broke up with Caitlin? I’m sure if I had a sister that kept trying to force herself into my relationship with a significant other, I’d be livid.”

“You know, Vicky, I never did think to look at it from Caitlin’s perspective,” said Norma. “Most of us ARE friends of Arthur’s parents. And when he broke up with Caitlin, that was the end of it all. Sweet girl, that she is, it wasn’t MY place to prod my nose into her affairs. Why, that would make you a busybody gossip, after all.” She tittered nervously again.

The conversation shifted then into safer waters and after a few minutes more, Norma excused herself and I was once more alone at the reception with almost no-one to talk to. Which I didn’t mind. Arthur had only invited me out of obligation. And with my parents still overseas, I was the sole representative of the family.

If I hadn’t been close to Harold back in our younger years, I couldn’t help but think that I wouldn’t have received an invitation at all.

It was a shame that our fight this morning had soured a little of our relationship.

Still, I was here to celebrate the coming together of Arthur and Melissa, drown myself in red wine and enjoy the highest quality food there was. So, it didn’t matter that Harold and I weren’t quite on talking terms right now. It would fix itself in time.

At least that’s what I told myself as I located my name on Table 13

While there were a few names I recognised, most of the other guests I would be sitting with were unknowns. But that too was okay. This wasn’t my night, anyways. I was just an extra to the grand event. A prop to be used in the photos to show off what a special day it all was.

“How very interesting. You have an undefined aura around you,” said a voice from behind me. “The colours, though vibrant, struggle underneath a pall.”

I jumped, whirling around to face a…little girl about eleven or twelve years of age. She had on a midnight blue gown that barely touched her knees and wore a black velvet butterfly mask to cover her face.

“I don’t understand.”

“That’s okay. Most don’t,” said the girl. “Still, this is a very interesting phenomenon. The only other times I’ve seen something like this happen is when people are lying. Or they’re scared.”

A cold sliver of fear slid down my spine. Had my ruse been discovered? No. The girl was guessing at best, trying to find a weak spot. I forced a smile to my face. “Where are your parents, um…sorry, I didn’t quite get your name?”

“Lilibeth. Lily for short. And my parents are over there,” she pointed to table number 4, “catching up with the Rodrigues. But I got distracted so I didn’t go over.”

“An interesting field of study. Was it something you picked up from reading or…?”

Lilibeth shook her head. “No. I’ve been able to see auras for as long as I can remember. Although, I suppose it was only quite recently that I discovered what exactly it was that I was seeing.”

“And do you see ghosts too?” I asked, a teasing note in my voice.

“While they do exist, I’ve yet to be able to detect—oh! You’re just joking. Right. That’s something people do as well. Or was that your way of saying you find me annoying? I’m not very good with social cues and it was only when Mrs Yu told me directly that I realised she didn’t much like it when I tried to read her aura earlier.”

“Must be hard,” I said.

“Exhausting.”

“Were you at the wedding, Lily? I don’t think I noticed you.”

“I was. But the energy inside that chapel was ugly. Melissa’s aura was very muted and Arthur’s was a spectrum of red. Especially when that woman showed up.”

“And—” Before I could finish my question, there was the tinkling of cutlery on wine glasses and all heads swivelled to the entrance of the ballroom.

Standing at the top, a huge smile on his face was Harold. He put aside his empty wine glass and knife, and accepted the microphone that was handed to him.

“Welcome one and welcome all!”

A thunderous cheer greeted his words. Harold waited for the din to die down before he continued.

“Though the day hasn’t been without its ups and downs, it’s still been a most auspicious day for my older brother, Arthur, and his wife: Melissa. After all, the two got married down at the St Thomas Cathedral! And for those that attended, I’m sure you would agree that it was one of the most magical moments possible.

“Within a few moments, my brother and his wife will be coming in. I’d like it if we could all put our hands together as soon as they enter. Ready?”

And just like that, as if on cue, the doors leading into the ballroom opened. I watched as Arthur, dressed in a satiny black tuxedo with great bat-like wings strapped to his back came through. Melissa was at his side dressed like a fairy queen, a tiara resting on top of her overly sprayed hair, and staring adoringly up at her husband.

Knowing the truth of the matter, it was all kinds of sickening.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a sip, turning away from the sight.

“Oh, I see some red peeking through,” said Lily, looking up at a space three inches above my head. “You must be feeling angry. Is it because you might also have liked Uncle Arthur in the past?”

“What?” I sputtered, almost spitting out my drink. “Where would you get that idea?”

“It’s just that Uncle Arthur has had to contend with a lot of women in the past. There was Aunty Caitlin and then Aunty Larissa and—”

“No. Ew. Stop.” The look of horror on my face would have served to stop any more curious forays into my love life, but Lilibeth persisted, although in a different vein.

“Oh, then is it because of Uncle Harold? You know, he’s been single for a very long time. And I did hear that—”

“We are not having this conversation,” I interrupted, cheeks flushed. I drained the rest of my glass and put it on the table.

“Did I say something to offend you? Your aura has changed to an angry orange, as if you’re annoyed. Oh, actually, there’s something else there too. Embarrassment?”

It was the tipping point. The exposure of my feelings wasn’t something I wanted some prepubescent child to announce to the whole world. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“My parents say that’s not a nice word.”

“Which one? No, shit or Sherlock?” I retorted without thinking.

Lily finally looked me in the eye. Her tiny face was like a porcelain mask but I could see her bottom lip quiver and the first signs of tears. “I’m sorry if I said something wrong. It wasn’t my intention to hurt or wound.”

Oh God, that look…

Some of my anger bled away at the look. So, taking a deep breath, I crouched down next to Lily so that we were at the same level. “Look, Lily, I know that you’re struggling to understand and control your super powers but I can tell you that asking someone if they’re annoyed when they are isn’t very conducive to the situation. When people are ‘emotionally charged,’ sometimes the best way is to take a step back and give them some space. Do you get what I’m saying?”

She scrunched up her face before finally nodding. “I think I do. And even though I can see that you’re not very happy with me at this moment, you’re also trying your very best to deal with me very civilly. My mum isn’t always like that. She usually just gets really mad and shouts at me. So, thank you for being patient with me. I’ll go join them over with the Rodrigues family for now.”

“You do that,” I said. “It’ll be much safer that way.”

Lily stared at me for a moment too long as she parsed my words, head cocked to one side. “You’re planning something. And it has something to do with Uncle Arthur and Aunty Melissa.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. How could such a young girl be so perceptive?

I opened my mouth, mind racing at a million miles per second as I racked it for a possible response. As the silence lengthened and no words came to my lips, I closed it. What would have been the point of further obfuscation? The girl could read bloody auras.

For all I knew, she might have already hazarded a guess at the truth. If only I had met her earlier, we might have been allies.

But, when it came do it, it didn’t change any of my immediate plans.

So, rather than confirm or deny her suspicions, I simply ushered Lilibeth back to her parents. Left with my thoughts, I grabbed another champagne flute from a passing waiter as the guests slowly found their tables and the party got under way.

The night proceeded without much incident. As for the speeches, they had little in terms of surprises. They were almost stale in how they followed the rote formula of every wedding speech ever. There were childhood stories, amusing anecdotes of Arthur’s life and of the budding love that had grown between him and Melissa.

As for Melissa’s family and friends, they spoke of the wonderful and caring soul that she was. At their words of praise, she had flushed prettily, burying her face in the crook of her now husband’s arm.

Were it not for the sporadic deliveries of entrée and main course, I would have found the whole entire pageantry a bore. That was, of course, until Harold took once more to the stage right before dessert, accompanied by Melissa’s maid of honour.

I’d seen Linda at the wedding. She was, apparently, one of Melissa’s best friends from high school. She had a pert upturned nose and blonde tresses that would have flowed down to about mid-back if she hadn’t pinned it up. Dressed in a lilac dress that was a little too tight around her waist, I eyed the woman as my brain registered that something was just a little off.

Was it me or was the grin on Harold’s face just a little too forced? And did Linda look a little more frazzled than when she had appeared at the wedding, boogeying down the aisle with the other bridesmaids?

“Now, this is where it all starts getting mushy, folks! We’ve had the ice breaker. We’ve had the shoe game. And we’ve had the inspiring speeches from family and friends alike. Now—”

Before Harold could finish, the doors to the ballroom crashed open. In stepped a woman dressed all in black, from her butterfly mask to the torn and tattered wedding dress. Affixed to her back were two great batlike wings, not unlike those that Arthur had taken off to sit down at the table.

Gasps sounded all around.

Arthur stiffened for a moment before he rose to his feet, cheeks suffused with red as he pointed one shaky finger in the woman’s direction.

“Get her out of here!” he all but roared.

Harold and two security guards jumped to obey the order.

But the woman, presumably Larissa, was too quick, dodging away when they tried to grab her. She quickly came down the stairs and ducked behind the other guests. Many were too stunned to try and stop her, exclaiming only in alarm when one of the security guards lunged forward and missed, nearly toppling an entire table over.

The farce went on for a few minutes until Arthur removed his suit jacket, ignoring Melissa’s plea to think rationally, and rolled up his sleeves. It seemed that he had learned the hard way that if you wanted to do something right, you had to do it yourself.

“Pathetic,” he said to Harold as he walked past.

A look flitted over Harold’s face. One that screamed anger and disbelief. He took one step forward before turning around to return to his chair, removing the bow tie around his neck and throwing it on the ground.

Seeing Arthur approach, the woman came to a stop right next to the towering five-layer wedding cake. There was a smirk on her face, though she was still breathing hard. She pushed back her hair, not as lanky as they were this morning.

“You’ve had your fun,” growled Arthur. “Leave before things get ugly.”

“I don’t think so,” retorted the woman, sounding exactly as she had at the ceremony. Larissa. It had to be. “I think I want to disrupt events a little further. Push my luck.” She reached out towards the cake.

“Don’t you dare!”

“And why shouldn’t I, Arthur? Why should I allow this to happen when it’s clear that you belong with me?”

“I’m not some trophy,” hissed Arthur. “Not an object that you can inscribe your name onto.”

The woman shook her head. Her hands gripped tight on the table that held the wedding cake. “No. No. No. She’s poisoned you against me. Do you even know who she really is?”

“She’s Melissa. The love of my life. The future mother to my children.”

“Wrong, wrong, wrong! She’s a fraud and a thief. And her name is Larissa. My sister.” With that declaration, the woman removed her black butterfly mask to unveil the face of one Caitlin Bai.

As one, the entire room gasped before lapsing into shocked silence. People exchanged looks with each other. But I couldn’t help but turn my attention to Melissa. She was still seated at the head table, her face as white as death and her eyes so huge and dilated that they could have swallowed the sun.

Arthur glanced back at his wife and then at Caitlin, dressed all in black. Doubt seemed to have caught him in its paralysing grip.

“See. You know I speak truth, Arthur. You’ve known it all along. I can see it on your face. We were together so long, Arthur, I can read you like a book.”

Until the whispers began and his face once more turned red.

“Enough! I will hear no more of these lies!” he roared and lunged forward, anger and hatred in his eyes. What he intended to do with Caitlin was anyone’s guess.

And just like that, chaos ensued as the wedding cake tittered on the table before smashing into the ground as Caitlin darted past Arthur’s grasping hands. Guests screamed. Many rose to their feet, ready to flee.

I was on my feet, unsure where to go. Did I help Caitlin? Or ought I leave this shambolic wedding reception and go back home. After all, this wasn’t my fight. Arthur and Harold and Melissa have to deal with the aftermath. And yet I also found myself bound to remain. The juicy drama before me was only just unfolding. I could already see the headlines.

But before I could make a decision on what to do next, Melissa rose to her feet. She was tapping feverishly at a champagne flute with the butter knife. The ringing sound of crystal cut through the noise.

Everyone stopped. Even Arthur. All heads turned towards Melissa, or Larissa if Caitlin’s claims were to be believed, as they waited for her to speak. Caitlin paused, mid-way up the stairs to the ballroom, a bemused look on her face. Clearly, she hadn’t expected Melissa to take a stand.

“I-I don’t know who you think you are but you are not welcome here!” stuttered Melissa, placing the knife and flute down on the table. “T-this was supposed to be m-my big day and you’ve ruined it. I would like it if you could l-leave.”

A smirk made its way to Caitlin’s lips. “Really? After everything you’ve done, you think you get to have a nice fairytale ending? Well, newsflash: you don’t, Larissa! Stop trying to play the innocent here!”

Melissa shook her head. “I don’t understand. I don’t know who this Larissa is. Though it’s clear you’ve been hurt by her. But I also don’t know who you are either.”

“Playing dumb won’t help you!” screamed Caitlin. Fire flashed in her eyes. “Just give it up! Tell the people the truth!”

“I’m sorry. You have the wrong person,” said Melissa, gaining strength from Caitlin’s display. After all, this was her wedding reception. She was in the right. Not Caitlin. “Now, please leave. Before we ask security to escort you out and call the cops.”

“No! I refuse. Why should I acquiesce when you were the one that masqueraded as me to break up with Arthur? You were always jealous of me, Larissa. Of what I had with Arthur. And I know that you took the money father gave me and used it to become whatever this is. So, I won’t leave. Not until I am vindicated!”

A hush descended over the room. No-one knew what to do or what to think. Instead, we all waited with bated breath for Melissa’s return volley as if this were a game of tennis.

Were it me, I would have already called the police. Or had called in hotel security, which was conspicuously absent except for the two muscleheads that were flanking Arthur.

Seconds passed. The tension so thick that one could cut it with a knife.

But before I knew what exactly was happening, the silence was broken first by a snort. And then Melissa was grabbing her stomach, doubled over with laughter.

A few nervous giggles broke out across the other guests.

For the first time all night, a look of doubt flashed across Caitlin’s face. I could see the thoughts in her head churning. Had she been wrong from the start? Maybe she really had made it all up in her head. After all, it all sounded like the plot of some daytime soap opera or k-drama.

Wiping away a tear of mirth from her eye, Melissa straightened. A cruel grin had replaced the lost confused look she bore before. She nodded towards Arthur. And he, like a loyal soldier, commanded the two burly security guards with him and his brother to secure the exits to the ballroom.

Caitlin looked around, fear finally creeping across her face as she realised the trap that had been set with us guests serving as the set dressing. I had to give it to Melissa. She knew how to keep her plans close to the vest.

My gaze wandered over to Norma and Myrtle huddled near the orchestra, darting to Lilibeth still seated primly at her table and cutting into the roast beef, before finally settling on Harold. There was a grim set to his jaw. One that told me he disapproved of the plan.

He always was a bleeding heart. It would hurt all the more to learn the truth as the reception reached its climax.

I didn’t want to do it but there was no going back now. No reversing the hands of time to when we were just innocents running around a garden like fools in love.

“Oh sister, your desperation is delicious,” said Melissa. “And oh, so predictable.”

“Fuck you, Larissa!”

“You know, it’s funny,” said Melissa. “Does it feel strange to keep saying your own name?”

Wait, what? Did that mean…

I looked from Caitlin to Melissa, trying to wrap my head around the implication behind Melissa’s words. If Caitlin was Larissa, then that meant…

A low murmur passed through the room as they, too, tried to process the revelation. From the corner of my eye, I saw Myrtle turn to Norma, mouth hanging wide open. But it was Harold’s reaction – my poor dear Harry – that revealed that even he had been blindsided. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper as he looked to his brother and then back to Melissa.

“Arthur, why didn’t—”

“Because I asked him not to,” replied Melissa as she turned to her brother-in-law. And though I knew in my head, this was supposed to be Caitlin, I couldn’t quite accept it. Not yet anyways. “It wouldn’t have changed things between us. After all, Larissa was always one to chart her own path. It wasn’t your fault. Isn’t that right, sister?”

“No! No! No! I’m Caitlin.”

“So, you don’t remember the fight four years ago? Or the drugging and the surgery you did?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

Melissa took a step towards the woman that looked like Caitlin Bai. How the tables turned. Whereas before, Melissa had acted meek, it was now Caitlin, or Larissa, for that was her true name (I couldn’t keep up with all these reversals of who they really were), was the one that shied away from the blow.

“Larissa, you need to learn to let go,” said Melissa-Caitlin. “I have. Even though you left me with a wicked scar on the side of my face after the fight. Left me for dead in a back-alley in Thailand?”

Caitlin-Larissa tugged desperately at her long black hair. “This is a nightmare. A fucking nightmare. I was meant to be with Arthur, not you. You’re supposed to be dead! Dead! Dead!”

“But I’m not.”

“And I knew something was wrong the moment you tried to usurp Caitlin’s identity,” said Arthur, his eyes flashing dangerously. “That’s why I called it all off. Imagine my surprise, of course, when I came upon Melissa by chance when I was overseas.”

“I didn’t have my memories then,” said Melissa-Caitlin, her fingers finding Arthur’s, entwining together. “But the more time I spent with Arthur, the more I knew.”

“Lies. Lies. Lies,” chanted Caitlin-Larissa, shaking her head. “I’m Caitlin. You’re the impostor. Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

And then, Harold gently took hold of Caitlin-Larissa’s wrist. She looked up at him and suddenly it was as if all the fight deserted her. Caitlin-Larissa slumped into his hold, knowing that she had lost.

My heart went out for her. I knew the pain of unrequited love, had held it close to my chest for years, but to have gone this far? Even I don’t think I could have done something like that.

So, as the rest of the guests returned to their seats as Caitlin-Larissa was escorted out by the security guards and Melissa-Caitlin along with her husband, Arthur, returned to their seats, I reached for my phone. I scrolled through the contact list, to the number I had called earlier that day.

Caitlin-Larissa stopped, just before the threshold. Harold let her right hand go as she answered the call.

“Vicky,” I whispered, “thanks for doing this for me. I know it wasn’t easy. But now I know the truth.”

“You know I’d do anything for you. Are you sure you want to leave it like this?”

“It’s for the best.”

“So, how long do you think it’s going to take you to bail me out?”

“Judging from how this reception is going, I’d say two hours tops.”

“Looking forward to it, Cait.”

I ended the call and packed my phone away.

Despite everything, Larissa had done it. She had gotten away with it all. Her master plan had worked. But whereas anger might have consumed me four years back, I felt almost nothing now. Arthur and Larissa, or as Melissa as she was now known, deserved each other.

And I wished them all the happiness.

They were going to need it.

#short story #scorned #wedding #revenge-esque #m night shyamalan twist ending #trolling my readers #fictionpress #wattpad

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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Do you consider yourself a nature person?

No, definitely not.

What kind of collection would you like to start?

I really shouldn’t get more of anything I have waaaaay to much stuff already and not enough space. I got rid of some stuff a few months ago and it’s still too much. There’s more I’d definitely like to get… cute things at so many different places all the time I can’t help it lol. At least my bank account will be happy during all this right now. Sigh.

What helps you take your mind off your problems?

It’s especially hard doing that here at the hospital, but I try as much as I can by doing my normal things like surveys, social media, YouTube, reading, lots of TV, and visits with my fam. I’ve watched a lot of new shows with my mom and brother. I wish I could sleep more.

Who do you miss, if anyone?

My family, even though I see my fam all the time, thankfully, I still miss them and then they have to leave when visiting hours are over and I just want to be back home with them. I miss some family I haven’t seen in so long. I miss my sweet goofy doggo, Princess Leia, who I last saw over a month ago now. I miss my grandma and grandpa who passed sway. I miss myself from several years ago who now looking back was way too hard on themselves and would do things differently to avoid what would come down the road when things were really bad. My complaining back then seems so ridiculous now. Not everything, I mean it was what I was going through at the time and it was real for me then, it’s just looking back I’m like wow you could have chilled on some of it, you’re fine.

What do you miss, if anything?

Doing my Bible studies, my family (includes my doggo) and being home, food, coffee, the beach… I just wish it wasn’t my current situation. I miss that.

Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family?

With my family for sure.

What states have you visited, that you remember?

Arizona, Idaho, and Georgia. And other places in my own home state, California.

What countries have you visited?

Just Mexico.

What countries do you want to visit?

Sooooo many.

What states would you most like to visit?

Several as well.

What are five careers you’ve considered?

Teacher, counselor, social worker, psychologist… that’s it.

Do you use a sunlamp when it’s cloudy?

No.

What’s your latest discovery?

I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect here and yeah I’m realizing quite a bit let’s just say.

What do you wish your hair looked like?

I miss when it was long and red.

Which family member has your exact smile?

Not exact, but I’d say my dad.

Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with?

Nope.

What’s one thing you’re behind on?

Being an adult. <<<

Who was the last person you called?

My mom.

Do you take pictures on your phone?

Yeah. That’s the only way I take photos.

How old were you the first time you loved school?

I enjoyed elementary school.

How old were you the first time you encountered God?

As a kid both sets of grandparents, of different religions, discussed it with me and took me to some of their church services. As I got older, I had no interest and didn’t believe. However, for the past 5/6 years now I’ve been building my relationship with God and studying the Bible and I’m a Christian.

Have you ever hallucinated?

Yes.

Do you clean your place often?

I tried to just keep up with it and now let it get messy, but then with my health stuff and no energy or motivation things got a little cluttered and disorganized. I managed to still do a lot of online shopping ha and acquired more stuff and not having the room.

Do you struggle to get by?

Yes.

What color is your wristwatch?

I don’t have one.

If you had a girl and a boy, what would you name them?

I don’t want kids.

Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion?

Alexander Skarsgard of course.

Do you still miss a friend who betrayed you?

No.

How many subscribers do you have on YouTube?

A few, which I don’t know why cause I don’t upload videos.

If you’d like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram?

Nah.

Do you use Snapchat?

Very, very rarely. Snapchat died I feel like. At least it did for me awhile ago.

Do you enjoy typing?

Yeah. Definitely over handwriting.

Are you a fast texter?

No but on the computer I am.

Would you rather text or call?

Text.

Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them?

Yes.

Would you ever want to be a famous youtuber?

Nahhh. I have absolutely zero interest in that.

Do you know anyone who’s colorblind?

Not that I know of, but *shrug*

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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lizardtaro · 1 year

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My Year in Review - 2022

It is me, Taro! Yes, it's time for another Journal Update!! It sure has been a while...

So, um... yeah. What's up? I apologize for being kinda inactive these couple months, but that's because I kicked myself in the butt and did some stuff that was LONG overdue. I started out with said stuff in the second half of the year. There was this one time where I said: "Okay, Taro. Stop procrastinating. Finally do it." and then I started finishing my tasks one by one. Here's what I did:

✓ Updating my financials

An update to my building loan contract was long overdue. I concluded an additional building loan contract and my monthly payment towards that contract has increased from €790 to €1000. So, I'm saving up €12000 a year which might come in handy in the future when it comes to overhauling my house. I expect that I'd need about €400000 for house repairs, because there's a lot to do. And prices are constantly rising, so...

✓ Clearing out the attic + archiving all my school stuff

Imagine this: you buy something on Amazon or something, but you want to keep the box because you either expect that you might want to send the item back, or you expect that the item might break in a year and want to make use of warranty, or you want to keep the box because you might want to sell the item in its original box in the future. Those boxes piled up in my attic. But that wasn't the only stuff. There were also old electronic devices, old magazines, old school stuff and much more. I bought 8 big transparent boxes to keep that stuff in and made use of all of them. I also archived everything related to my school stuff by making videos and scanning documents - then I threw everything away since I still have it in digital form. Yes, thousands of documents - gone. But not quite. Because I still have everything in video form. I know it's a weird way to archive stuff, but that was the fastest way of transferring data to the digital world: by making videos of them. I made videos of me (or, well... more my hands) going through all my school stuff - secondary school, high school, vocational school, apprenticeship stuff and let the camera record everything in 4K resolution, so everything will still be readable on video. Clearing out the attic and archiving all my stuff took me months. But now everything is clean and tidy. In fact, the attic hasn't been this clean over the past 15 years!

✓ Doing the tax returns for 2019, 2020 and 2021

Another thing that was on my "to do"-list for quite some time. And I did it without even knowing how all this stuff really works. But thankfully, I let a tax accountant to my tax returns for 2015 - 2018, so I just looked at what he did and did the same for the years that follow (of course with different numbers and such). I got about €500 back from the tax office in total, which is line with what the tax accountant did. Also, I now know how to do this stuff, so I'll always do it at the start of every year for the previous year. No more procrastinating!

✓ Getting my money back from the hosting provider that charged me for 10 years in advance

Not sure if it's blunt incompetence, or if it's systematic - but the web hosting provider that I use to occasionally upload files to charged their customers for ten years in advance. And it started in 2019 already. I was confused when I looked at my bank account and noticed that the hosting provider took money from me. The reason why it took me so long to realize this mistake is because they usually just do it once a year, and every time I looked into my account I was like: "What, another year passed? Dang, time sure flies!". But instead of doing it yearly, they took money every few months. And when I actually inspected one of their invoices more closely, I realized that they charged me for the year 2032!!! And the previous years as well! I then checked the reviews for that hosting provider at TrustPilot and saw that I wasn't the only one what got charged for stuff way in the future. Instead of getting a lawyer and escalating the situation, I just wrote them a friendly e-mail asking for them to refund the money. A couple weeks later (yes, it takes WEEKS for them to respond!) I got a friendly response that they would refund the money. Six months later, and still no refund. I wrote them another friendly e-mail and then I actually received a reply from the CEO that they will refund the money in the next couple days. And - lo and behold - they did! But they also did the mistake of refunding me €100 too much because apparently they didn't read my e-mail correctly. So I got a couple years hosting for free, I guess. I wonder when they will charge me again. I can still log-in to the server and upload stuff. I know it would probably be best to drop that provider entirely, but I heard some stuff that it is kinda difficult to get away from them, lol. And I got my money back, so there's nothing to complain about. It is an incredibly shady provider though. I find it very unbelievable that they charge everyone for stuff way in the future because of an "accounting error"...

✓ Sorting all my papers

Deeply connected with the archiving as well, I sorted all my papers. Now there's a couple folders for all my stuff - car stuff, tax stuff, insurance stuff, bank stuff, school certificates, job applications, invoices, and so on. All is neat and tidy and organized.

✘ Applying for a second job

Too lazy for that, lmao! But a second job would probably be recommended due to inflation and rising energy costs. Maybe I'll try it next year. Writing the job application isn't the problem. The problem has always been the job interview.

✘ Getting 32TB of SSD storage

One of my Seagate drives is already throwing errors after just a couple years of usage. It is time to go full SSD. SSD's are faster, lighter, more robust and live a lot longer than traditional HDD's. The only problem is that they are also vastly more expensive than HDD's. So far, the "Samsung 870 QVO 8TB" provides the best "bang for your buck", but it's still very expensive at about €600 a pop. So I'd be spending €2400 just on storage. I'm afraid I'd need to wait until SSD storage becomes even cheaper. I just hope my HDD's survive until then. Black Friday, Cyber Monday, Cyber Week etc. didn't do much here.

✘ Getting fiber optics

Yes, it is finally time for fiber optics and vastly improved Internet speeds! But, sadly, it will take a little while longer. At the end of 2023 I'll be getting fiber optics at the LATEST. However, I think I'll get it in the first half of 2023. With fiber optics, my download speed will increase from 50mbit to 300mbit, and my upload speed will vastly increase from just 4mbit to 150mbit.

Well, that's about it for this year! Despite the horrible world situation, I'd say that 2022 was one of my most successful years. I finally overcame my procrastination and did all the stuff that needed to be done for years! Onward to 2023!

! Server open

Hit me up with a DM and I will grant you access to my Discord server! It's a very simple server (no roles, no bots, no bullsh*t) in which you can talk with others and share your artwork and stuff. Occasionally we do some online gaming sessions (Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, Dolphin netplay), movie sessions (via Parsec) and GarticPhone. Right now there are 9 people in my server in total.

! Tumblr

I am glad that Tumblr became more active in the past couple of months. I guess you can thank Musk for that, and also for the fact that Tumblr allows nudity again! I’ll try to be more active on here again as well!

#lizardtaro #year in review 2022 #personal

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nctsjiho · 2 years

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What Are We? Strangers? [Part 2]

cw: strong language, more of Mark being an asshole, more angst, alcohol consumption || era: March 2022

❀ Mark messed up, and more people start to feel the consequences of his actions. When the opportunity arises, will Mark take the chance to apologise or will he just continue to dig this hole deeper.

read part 1 here

JiHo wasn’t sure what she hated herself more for. That Mark’s harsh words had affected her so much? Or that she had actually gone through with his absolutely absurd request? It had been a couple of weeks already and JiHo had barely seen any of the dreamies - or her other members for that matter.

Nearing one year ago, when she was in her hiatus, she did everything to cling onto the youngest group. While Dream was preparing for their first album, she’d visit their every practice, as long as she had the time for it. Outside of practises she’d visit them on their schedules, would invite them over to her house, would come over to their dorm or just called them at night and talk for hours. Those boys had become her escape of reality, her comfort and happiness. And now, to please Mark’s request, JiHo avoided Haechan as much as possible, avoiding the other boys as well.

It wouldn’t have been so hard, since she actually was very busy with her own schedules, if it weren’t for the sudden messages she started to get.

From Jisung:

“Noona~~~”

From Chenle:

“If you’re free tonight I’d love to play some Valorant with you XD”

From Haechan:

“Did you answer Chenle already???”

It had been the second or third time the boys had randomly sent her so many messages. Surely, the boys must have figured out something was up. But each time JiHo just said she was busy or wasn’t feeling well or that she just had other plans. Ignoring them broke her heart, really, but JiHo felt like if she would hang out at this point she would be so awkward around them. The thought of her being “a distraction” ringing painfully loud in her head every time she so much as thought of Haechan or any of the other dreamies.

Completely lost in thought, JiHo didn’t realise she had already wandered into the practice room. She had dropped by to discuss something with the dance teacher briefly. It would only take around five minutes and she’d be gone. Five minutes, in which she really hoped the boys wouldn’t spot her, or accidentally stumble upon her. Just five minutes, of which two had already passed and-

“JiHo?” At the mention of her name by the all too familiar voice, JiHo silently cursed to herself.

“Yah! It’s been weeks! I’m almost thinking you’re avoiding me,” Haechan pressed himself against her back; it was clear he was smiling in the way he talked, “but you like me too much to do that, right?”

Haechan wasn’t really expecting an answer as he immediately turned to ask the dance teacher what the two were doing. Luckily, because JiHo wasn’t planning on answering, the real answer to the question made her stomach churn until she almost felt dizzy.

After just a few more minutes the dance teacher excused himself, letting JiHo - and Haechan - alone so she could upload her files onto his computer while he tended to other matters.

“So~,” Haechan softly prodded at her side causing the smaller girl to flinch. “Sorry,” a sheepish laugh bubbled from him.

It was quiet for a while, while JiHo focused on uploading her files. She was well aware that Haechan had a ton to say to her, maybe even ask her if something was wrong with the odd way she was acting, but thankfully he didn’t mention anything of the sort.

“Did you hear my OST? It came out yesterday,” Haechan beamed excitedly. If there was anything he knew he could talk about, it would’ve been his song.

JiHo was always up to date with every member. She was the type that would congratulate everyone on their birthday. She would celebrate member’s individual achievements. She would know dumb little details about everyone if they were mentioned at least once. That’s why she was known as NCT’s biggest fan or little mascot by everyone in the company.

“I’m sorry, Haechan-ah, I’ve been busy.”

Oh- So maybe she wasn’t up to date with everything. But Haechan even sent her a little reminder before the song came out. Then again, Mark did say JiHo would be very busy for the coming months. That didn’t stop Haechan from feeling really hurt by this, however.

“But you always make time for things like that,” Haechan tried again, nuzzling his face into JiHo’s shoulder - her body tensed up slightly but Haechan dismissed this -, “we can listen to it now while you’re-”

“Haechan,” JiHo called, sounding almost annoyed? She turned around facing Haechan who took a few steps back. “I don’t have time for that now,” she huffed before turning back to the computer.

“It’s just a song-”

“Then I’ll just listen to it in the car later-,” when JiHo turned to face Haechan again her heart broke at the sight. Haechan resembled somewhat of a kicked puppy with his lower lip jutted out and his eyes focused on his feet. JiHo sighed, taking a small step closer to Haechan, “I’m sorry. I’m just a little stressed out. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. Ah-”

As quickly as Haechan felt sad, he felt happy again. He pulled the smaller one in his embrace and sang out happily, “It’s fine, JiHo! You’re so cute!”

The moment Haechan let go and JiHo started the upload on her last file, a few pairs of footsteps seemed to enter the room. Glancing at the mirror, JiHo locked eyes with Mark, completely missing Renjun who also entered the room with him.

“Oh! JiHo, you’re here?,” Renjun asked, surprised by the girl’s presence.

The girl hummed and gave a quick nod, “I just need to quickly do this and then I’m heading to my next appointment.” Renjun’s smile fell but he nodded understandingly.

“Hang out longer next time, okay?” It took a few moments for JiHo to agree with Renjun’s request as she continued eyeing Mark warily.

“I’ll try.”

Her words were soft, but Renjun did not pay much mind as he was preoccupied with looking for something in his backpack. Haechan, being the quick nosy thinker he was, did notice the weird atmosphere between the leader and the female member.

“Ah~ Did the two of you have a fight?,” Haechan whispered to JiHo, who quickly denied everything. The boy, however, found JiHo’s flusteredness rather adorable and decided to continue teasing her. It’s one of his favourite hobbies anyway.

“Then there’s no reason for you to leave so quickly right?,” his tone was teasing as he wrapped himself around JiHo’s arm and rested his head on her shoulder. Haechan carefully watched as JiHo’s trembling fingers returned her usb drive from their teacher’s laptop, and then spoke up, “or does being around hyung make you nervous-”

“Haechan, stop it!” The room became eerily quiet as everyone turned to JiHo. “Just leave it,” she added and then headed out the door in a hurry.

JiHo didn’t look back as she rushed out the room, not even noticing the fast paced footsteps that had been following for a while. It was only when she reached the parking garage that she took note of the presence behind her.

“What do you want?,” her voice was quivering from all the built up emotion - frustration being the dominant one.

“Why did you come-” JiHo cut Mark off before he could say anything further.

A big sigh escaped her lips as she questioned why her manager wasn’t in the spot they had agreed to meet at yet. “Don’t pull this crap now, please. I had work related matters to attend to. I didn’t come for Haechan or anyone else. So, please, stop this, okay?

I’m doing what you asked me to. I haven’t come by any of the practices, I’m trying to avoid him as much as possible. If anything, each time I talked to Haechan I’ve been nothing more than a dismissive, horrible friend. And maybe at the end of this he might not want to talk to me at all. But that might just be better, no? I hope you’re happy with this, because then at least one of us is.”

For the following moments Mark just distantly stared at JiHo to the point where JiHo wasn’t even sure if he paid any attention to what she had said.

“Hmm?,” she hummed questioningly. A few more seconds passed before Mark finally showed signs of life behind his eyes. His eyes seemed to refocus like a camera lens before looking JiHo straight in her eyes. With one firm nod he answered.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Good.” And with that Mark turned to head back to the elevator. JiHo let out a scoff in disbelief as the visual of Mark’s stoic expression burned itself on the back of her eyelids.

The whole ordeal was really taking a toll on JiHo’s mental well-being and despite Mark’s seemingly unbothered demeanour, the boy wasn’t feeling exactly amazing about everything either. But who was he to express his persisting dejection when he had brought this upon himself.

“You’re just in time!,” Taeyong grinned from ear to ear as soon as he met JiHo at the front door of his dorm. She gave him a tired smile - which he luckily didn’t question - and started taking off her shoes. Taeyong eyed the girl carefully as he waited to walk inside the dorm together, but a loud crash from what must have been the living room made him turn around.

“What’s that?,” JiHo asked worriedly, peering over Taeyong’s shoulder. A low rumbling chuckle escaped the leader’s chest when the sound of Doyoung complaining reached his ears.

“Some of the boys have already started drinking and I’m guessing by Doyoung’s words that Haechan just broke another glass.”

JiHo’s eyes widened as she turned to face the taller one fully, “another?”

Without an answer, Taeyong grabbed JiHo’s hand and led her to the living room where the members of 127 were gathered. Taeyong and Doyoung - during one of their late night talks - had talked about doing a game or movie night with the whole group since everyone had been so busy; and so, there everyone was.

Taeyong pushed JiHo down on the couch next to Yuta who immediately started a conversation with her. It had been a little while since the two spoke since JiHo was gone to visit her family in France the month prior and when she came back, Yuta had suddenly left to do the same in Japan.

While the two Japanese members caught up on each other’s lives and just had a fun time talking, it wasn’t hard for the other members to notice the longing stares the youngest male had for JiHo - though most weren’t really looking in his direction. He was fidgety in his seat between Jaehyun, Mark and Johnny and he wasn’t paying any attention to Doyoung, who was still nagging at him for breaking two of the nice glasses they owned.

“Dude, calm down,” Mark whispered in Haechan’s ear as he also placed a hand on the younger one’s leg to stop it from moving so much.

Haechan pouted “aggressively” at his friend before shoving his hand off his thigh. With a hiss he defended himself, “JiHo hasn’t even said ‘hi’ or looked at me once since she came here. And I am calm, I’m just-”

“Jealous? Needy? Both?” The two looked up to see Johnny and Jaehyun laughing between themselves. Haechan’s previous pout only exaggerated because of that and he quickly downed the last bit of beer from his now empty can.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink so mu-”

“JiHo!”

JiHo almost jumped at the loud shriek of her name, but her shocked expression turned into a soft smile the second she watched Haechan stumble over to her. He threw himself between her and the other Japanese of the group - who wasn’t too pleased - causing them both to huff at the impact.

After they had made room for all three of themselves on the couch, JiHo took a good look at her same-aged friend. She chuckled at his dishevelled state and out of instinct she moved her fingers to move his longer locks from in front of his eyes. “You’re a mess. What do you want?”

“Your attention,” Haechan couldn’t be more serious - even without the alcohol he had in his system.

Behind him Yuta scoffed, “so shameless,” but it didn’t affect Haechan in the slightest. JiHo laughed along with some of the other members, while the boy clung onto her arm with his head resting on her shoulder.

For a minute JiHo seemed to forget everything that happened between her and Mark. Haechan, despite being a lot more drunk and surprisingly only a bit more clingy, was just as he always had been. Everything was just nice. She was having fun talking to her members, eating nice food and playing Mario Kart - and winning by the way. All that until she felt a pair of eyes burning her side.

She turned to find Mark looking at her already, but this time was a little different. Mark had been cold towards her lately, that much was clear, but today his eyes held a bit more emotion. However, with how fast he had turned away from her gaze, she couldn’t quite tell what it was that he was feeling.

“JiHo~” Haechan’s warm breath brushed her neck as he whisper-whined into her ear. Carefully she craned her neck to look at the boy, trying not to move too quickly in case he’d complain about being uncomfortable. “You stopped smiling…”

A little conflicted, JiHo didn’t know what to do or say. She didn’t want him to worry, but she also didn’t really feel like smiling after realising that Mark was sitting only a few metres away.

“You’re about to fall asleep,” JiHo prodded the boy’s side, steering the conversation in another direction, “you should probably head to bed.”

Haechan shook his head. “I don’t wanna~,” the boy sang, earning the attention of the older boys as well.

“You should go to bed,” Johnny said from the other side of the room, a mischievous grin on his face, “don’t worry, JiHo will help you get to bed.”

“What-” JiHo was about to protest when Haechan squealed and brought the girl into a tight hug.

“Okay!,” he beamed, pulling JiHo up with him and walking - more like stumbling - to his room whilst the girl sent daggers at Johnny through her eyes.

Before she knew it, JiHo was pushed back onto Haechan’s bed with the boy falling right on top of her. She squirmed her way from beneath him and finally settled with sitting cross-legged in front of Haechan on the bed.

Forgetting completely about the members outside of the room, both 00 liners fell into a comfortable silence. JiHo looked at him fondly as he fought his hardest to not fall asleep just yet.

“Don’t stare at me like that.”

The boys’ antics must have rubbed off on JiHo because at Haechan’s comment she let out a small confused sound, much like the ones Jeno usually made.

“It makes me shy,” Haechan looked up from staring at his fingers, “you’re so pretty.”

JiHo laughed to hide her flustered state, “you’re talking nonsense right now Haechan.”

“No, no, no,” Haechan protested with a serious look on his face, “I mean it. You’re so pretty and so nice and funny and thoughtful and-”

“Haechan, you’re-” With a quick shake of his head and a whispered warning, Haechan cut off JiHo’s words making sure she would listen to what he was going to tell her.

“Lately I've had this weird feeling when I’m around you, or when I think of you even. But these days, I never see you and it almost feels like you’re actually avoiding me. And it just makes me want you more. Your attention. Whenever you’re around, I just want all your attention on me. Maybe I’m being dumb and selfish, but it makes me feel weird when it seems like you’re ignoring me. I don’t know if it’s a crush or something like that. I only know that it doesn’t feel good when you are away from me or ignoring me, but it does feel nice when you pay attention to me and when you’re close to me.”

The chuckle JiHo let out was an attempt to distract herself from the crushing feeling she felt in her chest. She smiled at the boy in front of her, a smile he wasn’t returning for once. “You’re drunk, Haechan.”

He nodded, “I am, but that doesn’t make anything I just said less true.”

This time JiHo nodded, gulping down the crop in her throat, but just when she did she felt a wetness on her cheek. In a panic she quickly wiped away the tear, laughing to distract Haechan, but he had noticed it too quickly.

“Are you okay? Did I say anything wrong?,” he panicked, but JiHo shook her head.

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong, I’m just exhausted from work and I guess I’m feeling a bit under the weather and tired.”

Whether or not Haechan actually believed her wasn’t really on her mind as he pulled her into a hug and comforted her.

“You work too hard and you always have to work out for all these photoshoots. No wonder why you’re tired,” Haechan mumbled against her temple, the vibrations of his voice soothing JiHo. “Stay over, you can sleep here.”

“I have work tomorrow morning,” JiHo sighed, pushing away from Haechan and standing up from the bed. She waved at him and made her way back to the living room, but Haechan followed her.

“But you drove here by yourself!,” the young boy yelled after her. JiHo just shook her head with a smile as she told the boys she was ready to head back home.

“Hyung! You can’t let JiHo drive home, she’s exhausted,” Haechan pouted looking at the taller men to help him convince JiHo to stay.

“I’m fine though, it’s just a five, maybe ten minute drive. It’s fine.”

Doyoung eyed the girl, noticing her slowly drooping eyes. “Maybe you should stay here,” he tried, to which JiHo dismissed the proposal again.

The three continued going back and forth for a little, with even Taeyong and Johnny joining in trying to convince JiHo to stay as they started to grow more worried with the odd way JiHo became so adamant on leaving already.

“She has work in the morning, it might be easier for JiHo to just leave now instead of having to wake up so early tomorrow morning,” all heads turned to look at Mark who suddenly interjected. “I’m sure JiHo’s smart enough to know if she can safely drive back or not-”

“What’s wrong with you?! JiHo was almost crying out of exhaustion and you want her to drive back home this late at night?,” Haechan eyed Mark with something like horror in his eyes.

“You cried? JiHo-,” before Taeyong could start nagging JiHo turned to Doyoung.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?,” her voice came out barely above a whisper and Doyoung immediately agreed, pulling the girl into his room to find some clothes for her to sleep in.

Once JiHo and Doyoung disappeared into the latter’s room, Haechan turned back to Mark. “What’s wrong with you? Really. You didn’t even have to say anything, why would you suggest her to do something so stupid and potentially dangerous? The way you’re acting lately, especially around JiHo… I feel like I don’t really know who I’m talking to right now.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

Sending the short haired boy a look of dissatisfaction, Haechan hurried to his room. Mark just bit his lip feeling the gazes of the other boys on him.

“Is something wrong between you and JiHo? Because I don’t know what, if anything, happened between the two of you, but that was just a step too fucking far. I know you don’t want her to get into a car accident or anything, but the fact that you’re even suggesting for her to go out in a state like that- she was clearly out of it,” Johnny clicked his tongue, “definitely knowing that she would've left it weren’t for us here.” The older of the two shook his head as if trying to shake off the annoyance he felt before heading to his own room.

“I’m sorry,” Mark whispered and even Taeyong let out a big sigh.

“It's not us you should be apologising to.”

“I know, I’m just… I’m sorry,” Mark repeated again.

One by one the boys left to their own rooms or their own dorm, if this wasn’t the one they lived in, ultimately leaving Mark alone. The boy fell back onto the couch, bringing up his knees to his chest.

“I’m sorry, I fucked up,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, JiHo. I’m so sorry.” His mumbled apology persisted that way like a mantra as he repeated the words over and over in the hopes that it would magically do something. Fix everything. Just make everything normal again.

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T7!

lmao this entire fic is full of inside jokes. originally made for the Filo A3!/Genshin discord I’m a part of as part of the server bang. it’s already been uploaded there, so i decided to fix it up a bit and upload it here as well^^

i may not be active anymore in the server; i’m more of a lurker now, but i’d like to dedicate this to the server members. you guys gave me lots of good times and things to smile about & look forward to during a time when i was trying to pick myself up. thank you <3

One event that Izumi brushes off as the daily shenanigans that come along with being the director of the Mankai Company has a bigger impact on her actors than she thought.

or:

The director is clueless to the thirst/advances of the company. The troupes struggle. The director remains oblivious.

It all started with a towel.

Living in a dorm along with over twenty young men, surely there would be no shortage of needs for day-to-day life… or so Izumi thought. Staring at her reflection in the bathroom’s mirror has made her realize that perhaps she’d overestimated the dorm’s supplies.

‘Maybe if I’m quiet enough, no one will notice me sneaking back to my room.’ She thinks to herself in dismay, tugging at the bath towel that just barely covered the more…indecent parts of her body.

‘It’s just my luck that my bathroom sprung a leak.’

Thus, Izumi was forced to use one of the communal bathrooms shared by the actors. Of course, she’d made it abundantly clear that no one was allowed to go in while she made use of the actors’ facilities (Izumi’s also fairly sure that Sakyo had stressed that no one was allowed even remotely near the communal bathroom while she were there) but the thought of walking back to her room with nothing but a towel on made her anxiety skyrocket.

‘I should’ve just waited for my own shower to be fixed.’

Being too used to having her own private bathroom, Izumi had developed the habit of only grabbing a towel from a cabinet before heading off into the showers since it’s directly connected to her room. Why bother bringing new clothes into the bathroom and risk getting them wet when she could just change in her own bedroom?

Obviously that logic was null in this scenario – what with the trek she now has to make back to her room from the communal showers, and only in a towel! Moreover, the towel was obviously intended for only covering the lower half of men, if the short length was anything to go by.

Mulling it over, Izumi weighs the pros and cons of walking through the dorm’s corridors in only a towel to shield herself, then allows herself a few minutes to sulk over the decision made. Taking a deep breath, Izumi steels herself before slowly creaking open the bathroom door, peeking for any bystanders. Seeing none, she carefully tiptoes back to her room.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

As she makes her way through, Izumi feel like every step echoes throughout the halls and she instinctively tightens her grip on the towel, desperately trying to draw it tighter and more securely around her. Thankfully, Izumi is able to make it to her room without incident – she really needs to thank Sakyo for clearing the area later – when suddenly, as her room is less than a meter away, a shadow darts into her field of vision.

Already tense and on edge from the situation she found herself in, Izumi lets out an ear-splitting shriek and all hell breaks loose.

Footsteps come thundering her way and Izumi’s brain short-circuits as the whole company suddenly appears in the corridors, all of them calling out “director” or various other namesakes in worried tones.

Izumi struggles to form a coherent sentence to tell them that she’s fine and for all of them to stay the hell away please and thank you, when the shadow from earlier who she now identifies as Misumi in the middle of a triangle hunt cheerfully calls out,

“Oh, director! Did you have a nice bath?”

The corridor goes eerily quiet, and Izumi feel several pairs of eyes focused on her state of dress – or lack thereof, rather.

Masumi and several other of the younger members faint almost instantly. Most of the adults’ faces flush bright red as they stammer out apologies, while some others politely avert their eyes.

One thing is for certain.

The entire company is suddenly reminded that their director is in fact a very attractive, very single, woman.

As all the men seem to be distracted by their own mental turmoil, Izumi takes the opportunity to slip into her room. After making sure the door is securely locked, she deflates and slides down against the door. The shuffling of footsteps fades away, signaling the company members’ retreat, and Izumi’s mind takes its sweet time to process what just occurred.

Once again, the Mankai dorms are filled with Izumi’s ear-splitting shriek, only this time the members are wise enough to leave her be.

By dinnertime, Izumi figures she’s calmed down enough to let bygones be bygones.

“Thanks for the food!” she forces herself to say in a cheery manner, tight-lipped smile giving her away.

She’s honestly still feeling a bit apprehensive by the stares she receives over the dining table, but her actors fall back into an easy conversation. Izumi, on the other hand, finds herself half-heartedly poking the eggplant tempura that she normally eats with gusto as a side dish to her beloved curry. Something about the atmosphere makes her feel uneasy as if there’s some sort of unspoken tension that everyone but she has figured out.

Again, Izumi feels everyone’s eyes on her as she abruptly stands up. In her haste, the chair screeches against the floor and her tableware clatters noisily, making herself the unwanted center of attention.

“I…I’m not feeling that hungry tonight.” Izumi mutters, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Mustering up the last of her dignity, Izumi shuffles out of the room and goes straight to her bedroom, making sure the door locks.

Unbeknownst to her, mere minutes after she’d cleared the vicinity, Sakyo abruptly calls for an all-troupes-on-deck meeting. After clearing the dining area, the large group of young men make their way over to the living room and try their best to get comfortable amongst one another, the room suddenly feeling very cramped with everyone in the room at the same time.

In front of them all, the only one standing, Sakyo paces back and forth as he strategizes the best course of action to approach the situation. He comes to a sudden halt and the group’s attention is immediately focused on Sakyo, with the younger ones’ backs stiffening as they straighten up in an unconscious sign of deference.

“We do not speak of the incident that happened earlier this morning.” Sakyo’s voice comes out quietly but threateningly as he levels a glare at each and every occupant of the room. “We make the director feel as safe as possible in our presence. Got it?”

Not bothering to wait for a response, Sakyo stalks out of the room. Slowly, the actors disperse and go about their usual nightly activities, but fuelled by the reminder of the spectacle that had occurred that morning gave them some other plans in mind.

“Tangina mo, Banri.” Itaru swears under his breath as his character is suddenly left for dead in the middle of a space station. The culprit was none other than Banri, who had Itaru and the other players in the server fooled.

“What was that, Chigasaki?” Chikage questions with mild interest from his side of the room.

Itaru takes out his phone and opens up another game to play as he waits for Banri to inevitably win as the impostor in the game.

“Playing a game with some strangers online. Picked up some lingo from these Filo players that Banri and I happen to clash against a lot.” Itaru elaborates with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“Hm. I do wonder how you or Settsu intend to win the director over when all you do is mess around in those games of yours.”

Itaru’s fingers hover over his phone screen for a split second as he processes the older man’s words.

“…Excuse me?”

“You are aware of what the... ah, towel incident this morning has caused, aren’t you?”

“Sakyo already told us to not bring it up.” Itaru says calmly, but Chikage notices his roommate’s ears redden at the reminder, and is pleased to see that his goading has its intended effect.

“Of course.” Chikage concedes. “However, the younger members of the troupe can be quite rash.”

Itaru lightly drops his phone onto his desk and runs his fingers through his hair as he grudgingly turns to his roommate. Itaru hastily ties his bangs away from his face and levels what he hopes is a neutral stare at Chikage.

“Not my job to keep the kids’ thirsting under control.” He says, then turns back to face his monitor.

“I suppose…”

With that, Itaru starts playing his game again as the subject matter is dropped.

“But perhaps it’s not the kids you should be worrying about.”

…or so he thought.

Again, Itaru takes the bait and bites out, “What exactly are you trying to say, senpai?”

Chikage changes his expression into one of feigned innocence. “Nothing, really. Ah, I do hope you don’t mind having curry for lunch tomorrow. The director and I will be cooking together all morning.”

Itaru is about to stand up and retort, fed up with Chikage’s subtle remarks, when a loud noise blares from Itaru’s computer, causing him to curse and swiftly turn back to his screen. “Shit, you’re distracting me from my game. Do me a favor and go back to being the absentee roommate for a while.”

With an amused chuckle, Chikage acquiesces to his roommate’s request and heads out, closing the door behind him.

Itaru slumps back against his chair as soon as the older man is gone and puts on his headset. Taking a quick glance back before clicking it on, he speaks in a low voice,

“Hey, director, sorry for muting my mici. Let’s get back to the game, shall we?”

The next morning, Chikage walks into the kitchen with a special bag of spices in hand. However, seeing another member of the company already in the kitchen with the director has him narrowing his eyes and his mouth curving down in displeasure.

“So first we have to roast the eggplant before we dip it in the egg?” Izumi asks her companion.

Chikage takes in the sight of Omi leaning in quite close behind the director with the excuse of supervising her work, and a twinge of annoyance bothers him.

“That’s right.” Omi confirms, drawing even closer to Izumi as he points to the long, purple fruit. “But before that, we peel the skin off after it’s done roasting.”

The tall college student is practically caging Izumi as both hands reach from either side of her to demonstrate how to peel the eggplant. At this, Chikage decides to make his presence known.

“I was under the impression that it would only be the two of us making lunch, director.” he butts in, frown replaced with a sharp smile.

“Oh, Chikage!” Izumi calls out as she casually slips out of Omi’s arms, oblivious to the pout on Omi’s face as she does so. “Don’t worry! We’re still making curry for lunch. It’s just that Tasuku got a bunch of eggplants from helping out at a farm, so we’ve been trying to figure out different ways to cook them. I believe this dish is called tortang talong? Anyway, Omi insisted that he help me out with lunch today! I hope you don’t mind.”

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, Chikage.” Omi echoes, looking completely unapologetic as he says so.

Not one to back down, Chikage completely ignores the younger man’s backhanded apology and instead turns his attention to the director.

“Here.” he says, holding the bag of spices out to Izumi. As she takes the bag from Chikage, his hands linger on hers for much longer than strictly necessary, causing her grip on the bag to fumble. A blush quickly creeps onto Izumi’s face.

“Th-thanks.” She stammers, hastily pulling her hands back as soon as she’s gotten a firm hold on the bag of spices.

The three adults cook in the kitchen with an awkward silence that Izumi just can’t figure out the root of. An unspoken tension looms over and she can’t bring herself to speak up. Lost in her thoughts, Izumi picks up a roasted eggplant then yelps at the heat of the newly roasted fruit, burning herself. Before Izumi can act, Omi grasps her wrist, inspecting her hand.

“Be careful, alright?” he says gently, guiding Izumi over to the sink and sticking her hand under the running faucet.

Izumi involuntarily shivers, and she’s not so sure if it’s because of the temperature of the cold water or if it’s because of the tender way that Omi handles her.

“Let Omi and I take care of the rest, director.” Chikage’s voice comes out harshly, snapping Izumi out of her thoughts. He hands her an ice pack and she takes it with a grateful smile.

“That’s probably for the best.” Izumi agrees, then turns off the faucet. As she leaves the kitchen and heads over to the living room, Izumi can feel the tension from earlier return tenfold and quickly hightails it out of there, deciding that she didn’t want to know, nor did she want to get caught up in the crossfire.

“So it’s curry again today, huh.” Tenma says dejectedly as he settles at the dining table.

Most of the other company members mumble the same sentiment but ultimately sit down.

Citron’s eyes light up as he spots the other food dish on the table. “Not to worry, everyone! It appears we are also having Tasuku’s eggplant for lunch!”

Several of the actors give Citron a blank stare.

“Somehow, that just doesn’t sound right.” Taichi says, and Juza nods in agreement.

“Oh, director! What happened to your hand?” Tsumugi blurts out, immediately picking up on the strange way Izumi held her chopsticks.

Izumi blanches and reflexively cradles her hand to her chest, closing herself off from the young men to spare them from worry. “It’s nothi–“

“Izumi accidentally burned herself while preparing lunch.” Chikage immediately speaks over her.

“Uwah!” Muku cries out. “Director, you shouldn’t be using your hand, then! You might irritate the wound and then it might get worse and then you’ll have to retire from being director because your–“

“Hey, hey, chillax!” Kazunari reins in Muku before he can start spiralling into catastrophizing Izumi’s minor dilemma. “The solution is obvious, Mukkun! All I have to do is feed Izumi her lunch! Her dinner, too, probs!”

“If anyone is feeding the director, it’s gonna be me.” Masumi asserts.

“Now hold on a minute. “ Izumi begins to protest.

“Fufufu~ How about it, director?” Azuma says, offering his own eggplant to Izumi with his chopsticks.

The dining room is quickly filled with the clamor of various members insisting that they be the one to feed the director her lunch.

“Boys, settle down!” Izumi yells over the cacophony of voices. At the authority in her tone, the young men back down and turn their attention to Izumi. “No one is going to be feeding me my lunch but myself.”

“But director, I must insist that we protect your hand from–“ Homare insists, then cuts himself off as he shrinks back from Izumi’s intense glare.

“I’ll just eat with my other hand using a fork.” She says before turning to Sakyo. “Sakyo, if you’d be so kind, could you cut my food into smaller pieces for me?”

“What a kid.” He grouses, but obliges to Izumi’s request, a triumphant glow in his eyes as he challengingly looks at the other members who are about to protest.

With the problem solved and the members (relatively) under control, lunch proceeds as normal – well, as normal as possible – for the Mankai Company.

“I’m really sorry to bother you two like this.” Izumi addresses the two men in her room later that afternoon. “I know I should probably get a professional to do this, but I just don’t want a repeat of yesterday happening anytime soon.”

All three occupants of the room’s faces heat up at the reminder.

“It’s fine.” Tasuku mumbles, determinedly looking at anywhere but Izumi.

“Right!” Tsuzuru chimes in, eyebrow twitching in betrayal of his true emotions. “Since Tasuku and I are both used to doing odd jobs, this’ll be a cinch.”

“Alright, then.” Izumi says, then opens the door to her bathroom, ushering the two young men inside. Tasuku and Tsuzuru take wary steps, toolboxes in hand, feeling a bit apprehensive about invading Izumi’s private space.

“Go ahead.” Izumi encourages, noticing their stiff posture. “I have nothing to hide! No dead bodies or horses or any other weird things like that.” She jokes, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere.

Neither of the actors deign to give her a response, and instead set down their toolboxes, pulling out wrenches, screwdrivers, flashlights, and the like to figure out and solve the leakage.

Izumi silently watches as the two men deftly handle the tools. She finds herself entranced by the way their arms slightly flex while their fingers nimbly maneuver their tools as they tinker away at her shower.

Realizing her train of thought, Izumi lightly slaps her cheeks as she feels a blush rising to her face.

‘Get a hold of yourself! They’re just here to fix your shower–‘

Izumi’s mind comes to a screeching halt as Tasuku lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat off of his brow, unknowingly (?) allowing her to catch a glimpse of his abs. Similarly affected by the heat as they work, Tsuzuru rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, showing off his lean arm muscles along with the veins that slightly protrude from his forearms as they flex whilst working.

“I-I’ll leave you to it, then!” Izumi barely manages to squeak out, face glowing bright red, before fleeing the bathroom.

Tasuku and Tsuzuru spare a quick glance back at her retreating figure before going back to work, identical smirks on their smug faces.

Later that evening, Izumi’s shower is fixed without incident and she’s ready to relax after all the shenanigans of the day.

‘Nothing like a hot shower to wash the stress away before going to bed.’

This time, she makes sure to check the towel’s length, ensuring it’s long enough to cover all the important bits. After a few seconds of contemplation, she also grabs a bathrobe.

‘Just in case…’

Izumi lazily undresses herself before settling under the stream of warm, steaming water. A satisfied mewl escapes her lips as she feels herself unwind, her body relaxing in the warmth of the shower.

She allows herself a few minutes of comfortable silence in the shower before grabbing her shampoo to start lathering when the water suddenly turns ice cold. Her eyes widen at the sensation as she instinctively jumps away and lets out a screech.

Within seconds, the actors’ footsteps thunder down the corridor over to Izumi’s room. A sense of déjà vu comes over her as she hears several shouts of, “Director, are you okay?!” and “What’s going on?!”, coupled with loud banging on her (thankfully) locked door.

Izumi lets out an exasperated groan.

‘I knew I should’ve just gotten a professional to fix the shower.’

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I came across a nice little post a bit ago, and I loved the idea that they talked about, so I wanted to write something like it! This will be a multiple-part story, so I’ll link the next part here when I upload it. I hope you enjoy!

Note: There is some profanity. Just a little warning beforehand just in case.

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Little Chef

[Course 1]

There it was again.

The pitter-patter of tiny footsteps nearby.

Amber had heard them before, but thought that she was hallucinating a few times before then. If they had a pest problem, she’d have known about it, right? Either way, there was no way in hell that she was going to have mice in her kitchen again. Dealing with them the first time was already a pain in the neck. Arming herself with her weapon of choice, she carefully crept over to the pantry. She knew that she had the walk-in fridge and freezer locked up, but the lock on the pantry door had been acting up for the past few days.

Maybe on purpose…?

‘We seriously need to get that replaced,’ Amber thought to herself as she fiddled with the pantry’s lock.

She slowly opened the door, turning on the light and looking around the bottom shelves. If mice were going to get in, it’d be due to a hole near the floor. She kept looking and looking, not finding anything out of the ordinary. That is, until she straightened herself back up.

“Eep!”

…Eep…?

“Is someone there?” Amber asked, turning around.

She looked around, not seeing anyone nearby. Poking her head out of the pantry, nothing seemed to have changed a bit. Amber was quite puzzled, since she knew that she was the only one in the restaurant at that time. Or was she? Honestly, she couldn’t be sure.

‘Either I’m tired, crazy, or both…’ she thought as she let out a small sigh.

After checking the rest of the kitchen, she finally put down the broom in her hands. With all the closing shifts that she’d been working, she thought that she’d finally lost it. Thinking things were there when there obviously wasn’t anything in sight. Hearing noises that her mind cooked up.

She’d completely lost it, hadn’t she?

Putting her head in her hands, Amber let out a frustrated groan. However, she quickly uncovered her face when she heard a small thunk coming from one of the prep tables. She could only catch a glimpse of what was there, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw it.

That was not a mouse.

What the hell was that thing?!

She heard the quick pitter-patter of feet again as she snatched a nearby drink glass. Amber sprinted over to the prep table, trying to find whatever was there. The second she saw something move, she slammed the glass down, trapping whatever was there inside of it. Thankfully, the glass didn’t chip, though the force she used to slam it down made the collision with the metal table produce a loud clanging noise.

“Ah!”

Once the adrenaline started to die down, Amber took a good look at the little intruder, but what she saw made her speechless.

A little person.

A terrified little person that was covering their ears and curled up into a ball.

Oh shit. Did she hurt their ears with the clanging sound? Were they having a panic attack? All sorts of questions were running through her head at the time, and she had no idea what to ask first.

“You are definitely not a mouse,” she quietly said.

Well, no shit, Sherlock. It was pretty obvious that they weren’t a mouse. Their little grey cloak looked a bit like a mouse’s fur, though. Underneath it was a little white shirt and grey pants, along with a pair of cloth shoes that looked stained on the bottom. Amber looked off to the side, seeing a small puddle of water on the prep table. From what she’d already seen and heard, the thunk that she heard must have been from the little person slipping on the puddle.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked. No, wait, that was an awful thing to ask. She made the little person terrified! “I’m sorry for scaring you like this. I’d be scared for my life too if something so much bigger than me slammed a glass down on me.”

The little person didn’t reply, still covering their ears and cowering. A closer look at their face revealed tears flowing down their face.

Ah, shit. Amber really got herself into trouble this time.

“It’s alright,” she told them, keeping her voice down. “I’m not going to hurt you. Well, not on purpose. I probably already hurt your ears on accident.” — she carefully let go of the glass, getting on her knees to lower herself to their eye level — “I’m really sorry about that.”

It took a bit for the little person to uncover their ears, glancing over at Amber before quickly looking away again. Their eyes were hard to see behind their unruly black bangs, but their vivid green color was easy to spot.

“What are you doing here?” Amber asked them. She didn’t get a response, though. “It’s okay if you don’t want to say anything. I just want you to know that I really hate it when you walk across the prep tables. I just cleaned them earlier tonight!” — she stopped herself when she saw the little person flinch and cover their ears again — “Sorry. I’m being too loud again, aren’t I?”

They looked away from Amber, trying to hide their face, though it was pretty obvious by how they kept grabbing their cloak that they were wiping their tears.

“I’m sorry…”

“What did you say?” Amber asked.

“I said I’m sorry!” The little person piped up, their voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t think that it would hurt anything!”

She let out a sigh, half out of relief that she got an answer and half out of worry due to hearing them choke back a sob. Man, she really was the bad guy that time. She reached for the glass, but stopped herself. They’d run away at the first chance they got, wouldn’t they? But she still had so many questions. Was it better just to keep them trapped under the glass? Amber took a deep breath as she thought for a second.

“It’s okay,” she quietly told them. “It’s not like I can’t sanitize the tables again.” — she paused for a second — “My name’s Ambrosia, but everyone just calls me Amber. What’s your name? If you have one.”

The little person didn’t say anything for a while, fiddling with their cloak by rubbing it between their fingers.

“It’s…um…Noah…” they muttered.

“Noah,” Amber said. “That’s a really nice name you have.”

“Oh…thank you.”

“I know that you want me to get rid of the glass, but I want to ask you a few things. Can you promise me that you won’t run off once I lift it up?” — Noah nodded his head — “Alright. I’m getting rid of it now.”

Amber carefully lifted up the glass, setting it off to the side. To her surprise, Noah didn’t run away, though upon closer inspection, his legs were practically like jelly out of fear. She really regretted scaring him like that, but she was glad that he was true to his word to some degree.

“A lot better now, isn’t it?” she remarked. “Anyway, what are you doing here? And what are you? I’ve never seen a person as small as you before.”

Noah didn’t verbally reply, instead turning around and pulling something out of a satchel at his side. It took Amber a second to recognize what it was, but she soon realized that it was an oyster cracker from the little cracker packets that they served with soup, along with a bit of cheese.

“I…I just wanted to borrow it,” he meekly told her. “You’ve got a lot of food anyway, and I didn’t want to eat scraps again…”

Amber nodded her head, but quickly stopped herself. “Wait, you’ve been eating scraps?” she asked. “Like scraps from the trash?!”

“Eep!” — he quickly covered his ears again, dropping the cheese and cracker — “I-I’m sorry!”

Amber tried to calm him down again, but Noah had already been spooked enough for one night. She knew that she wasn’t going to get much more out of him in that state, so she carefully nudged the cheese and cracker back towards him, holding out her other hand like a platform.

“You don’t need to apologize,” she told him. “I just don’t want you eating food out of the trash like some sort of rodent. You’re too good for that sort of thing. I’ll be back here tomorrow to close up again. Meet me here again, okay?”

Noah warily nodded his head, quickly picking up his loot before rappelling down the table and running off into hiding, completely avoiding Amber. She didn’t say a word, bringing her hand back to her side as she got up and left for the night.

[Next Course]

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scummy-writes · 4 years

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Appraisal

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3771

Pairing: Arthur/Mc/Theo

Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, Biting, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Blood Drinking, Voyeurism, Friends With Benefits, Multiple Orgasms, Slight Arthur/Theo

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“No need for jealousy, Theo. You’re always welcomed to join.” Tearing his eyes away from you, he mumbled into his drink. “A hondje like you couldn’t handle us both at once.” Oh? Despite his gruff attitude, you caught a dusting of blush on his cheeks. Whether from the drink or from watching, you decided to push your luck regardless. “I think I rather could.” Briskly running your hand up his thigh, you leaned closer, encouraged as you felt his forming erection, “I’d like to see how your bite is for once, since you only ever bark.”

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At this time of night, the tavern wasn’t bustling with drunken patrons. Instead, a few stragglers were scattered throughout, sitting at their own tables and focusing solely on whatever was left in their drink. Normally when with Arthur and Theo for a night in town, the three of you came when it was crowded, especially since Arthur would take the opportunity to find a more personal nightcap. However, ever since you had agreed to allow your friendship with Arthur a few more benefits, coming this late had become a habit.

Especially when Theo seemed gloomy. He disliked drinking alone, nearly as much as he hated when the pub was busy enough with women trying to barter for his attention. Now that Arthur’s focus towards other women had subsided, it was easier to hangout when Theo preferred. “Are you already wanting to go, hondje? We just started drinking.”

At Theo’s voice you turned your attention back to the bar counter, waving off his lazy tease while taking a sip from your glass.

“I’d say I’m good for a few more drinks,” you shot back. “Think you can keep up with me?”

“You’ve yet to outdrink me, mutt.” Theo scoffed, downing the rest of his brandy. The glass made a dull thud as he set it down to be refilled, Arthur letting out a hum.

“Why Theo, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were in a bad mood! What’s gotten you all stingy?”

Theo merely rolled his eyes, prompting you to join in on the teasing. “Maybe another round will do us all some good?”

“Mm, yeah. Why don’t you be a dear and pay for our drinks?” With a smug grin, Theo watched Arthur dramatically sigh and dig out his wallet.

“Ah, I’m being taken advantage of, I swear. Who knew my friends would be so keen on sucking me dry!”

His stupid joke brought out laughter from all three of you as he flagged the bartender for another round. It wasn’t long before you had drained your glass, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you.

“Maybe I should have you buy me a few drinks from the top shelf, hm? I think I deserve it,” you playfully mused, grinning when Arthur feigned pouting

“Awh, don’t drink too much,” you felt your knees bump together, Arthur leaning close, “I still want to do what we’ve been prepping for tonight, luv.”

His breath warmed the shell of your ear, a pleasant twinge of electricity running through you as his fingers ghosted under your skirt. You saw Arthur glance towards the bartender as his hand traveled up your thigh, squeezing as an appreciative sigh slipped out.

“Mmm, Arthur…”

Fortunately, the bartender was preoccupied with cleaning. Knowing the rest of the patrons couldn’t care less, Arthur slid a gloved finger along your slit, the fabric of your panties already slickened with arousal.

“Oooh, naughty girl,” Arthur playfully tsked, voice thick, “You’re so excited for me… What have you been thinking about while drinking, hm?”

Wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady in your seat, Arthur took your lips in his, brushing your panties aside to rub your clit. He deepened the kiss, stealing the gasp that threatened to spill out- Only briefly, as Theo discreetly coughed. Breaking off with a small hum, Arthur withdrew from under your skirt before the bartender could notice.

Once your drinks were topped, Theo flicked his gaze over the both of you.

“I didn’t invite you two just to watch you fuck around with each other.”

Laughing, you bumped his shoulder. “No need for jealousy, Theo. You’re always welcomed to join.”

Tearing his eyes away from you, he mumbled into his drink. “A hondje like you couldn’t handle us both at once.”

Oh? Despite his gruff attitude, you caught a dusting of blush on his cheeks. Whether from the drink or from watching, you decided to push your luck regardless.

“I think I rather could.” Briskly running your hand up his thigh, you leaned closer, encouraged as you felt his forming erection, “I’d like to see how your bite is for once, since you only ever bark.”

Theo made no movement to brush you away, instead meeting your challenging stare. You saw his gaze drop to your lips momentarily, right before Arthur spoke up.

“You know I don’t mind sharing with you, old chap.” You could hear his grin as he continued, voice lowering. “It’s been a while, hm? Might do you some good.”

Now Theo bristled, shaking his head and returning to his drink.

“Filthy perverts. You were made for each other.”

“Maybe, but notice that you’re not pushing me away…” Giving him a firm squeeze, you saw Theo straighten, a noise catching in his throat.

“She’s great at getting what she wants, Theo.” Arthur propped his elbow on the counter, tipping his head. “I’m game for another round with you, rather enjoyed it last time. Besides, how else are you going to take care of your problem? The boring way?”

Now it was Arthur’s turn to press him, leaning against you and continuing, his voice quiet for only the three of you to hear. “Or would you rather feel how tightly her wet cunt clamps down when-”

“Fuck. Fine!” Theo pushed himself away from the bar with burning cheeks, starting towards the door. “Let’s go.”

With a giddy laugh you took Arthur’s offered hand, stumbling slightly before joining him, rushing after your flustered mutual friend.

Thankfully, the carriage service hadn’t stopped for the night. By the time the two of you had caught up, Theo was already stepping into one he had flagged down. Despite his gruff attitude, he took your hand to help you in, Arthur following behind. The two of you took the seats across Theo, still carelessly chuckling.

Emboldened by the lingering buzz of alcohol, you threw a leg over Arthur’s lap as soon as the door had closed. Cupping his jaw, you crashed your lips together, deliberately drawing out the kisses he was trying to rush through. When the carriage lurched into a start, Arthur hurriedly grabbed your hips to keep you from falling back, prompting both of you to giggle.

“I think that worked in our favor,” Arthur tugged your hips down to meet his, grinding and drawing a groan out. “It’s just us three now, why don’t you let Theo hear those sweet mewls of yours?”

Looking over your shoulder you saw Theo watching intently. His chin was propped in his hand, elbow resting on the carriage windowsill. While his fingers curled lazily and concealed his mouth, the hand creeping towards his crotch fueled your aroused impulses.

“Mm, pay attention to me, luv.” Arthur stole your attention with another roll of his hips, his clothed erection rubbing perfectly against your wet heat. “You’re not the only one wound up here.”

“Maybe you should give me a reason to.” Taking his hands in yours, you guided them further down. Arthur caught on quickly, slipping his hands up your skirt and giving your ass a firm squeeze.

“God, you’re like two dogs in heat.” You didn’t get a chance to comment on the strain Theo’s voice carried, Arthur speaking up before you could.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, she’s positively a wildcat in bed if you get her in the right mood.” Trailing his lips along the pulse of your neck, Arthur continued. “Or against the wall… In the carriages… Behind the pub- Ah!”

You swatted his shoulder with a laugh. “You’re one to talk! I swear you get hard if I just walk past.”

“Can’t help it, thinking about all the naughty nights we’ve shared.” Arthur worked your skirt up, giving Theo the chance to properly watch what was happening. “Truly, you’ve spoiled me.”

Flicking his eyes over to his friend, Arthur gave your ass another squeeze before steadily rolling his hips, helping guide you into a rhythm. Taking your lips, Arthur resumed the hasty make out from earlier, smiling when a moan escaped you.

With no banter, the only sounds in the carriage were you and Arthur’s mixed noises of pants and groans along with the rustling of the fabric between the two of you. You tried to strain your ears to hear any signs of this working Theo up, but your focus kept shifting to the jolts of pleasure you received when Arthur’s bulge wonderfully grinded against your clit.

Breaking the kiss, Arthur groaned hoarsely against your shoulder.“If you keep this up, you’re gonna leave a wet spot, luv.”

“Oh? Are you that excited, Arthur?” You teased, gasping as Arthur nipped your neck.

“I’m not that quick, bird.” He patted your rear, “Let’s give Theo a bit of a show before we reach home.”

Following his nudge, you settled back into your seat and moved to smooth out your skirt. Instead, Arthur stopped you before you could, reaching under your skirt again and tugging on the waistband of your panties. Lifting your hips, you allowed Arthur to slowly pull them off, raising your knees when needed. Once off, Arthur pitched them to Theo.

“A little souvenir for tonight.”

Arthur joked, but you saw Theo glance at the obvious arousal slicking the garment before tucking them into his jacket, giving you a smirk when you bit your lip.

Arthur pulled your leg and hooked it over his knee, spreading you out and hiking your skirt up. You assumed he’d spill another tease, but instead he reached over and brushed a gloved thumb over your clit. All of the grinding from before providing ample lubrication for Arthur to be rough. You panted as he hastily rubbed the sensitive numb, flicking your gaze over to Theo. Lazily, he was toying with the zipper of his pants, running his thumb over the seam as he watched. Not much stimulation, but as the carriage started to slow, you understood why.

Arthur, however, still continued his ministrations. Taking the shell of your ear between his teeth, he kept rubbing until your body started to tense. Overly familiar with the signs of your oncoming orgasm, Arthur knowingly cut short before it could pleasantly wash over you.

“Looks like we made it home faster than I thought.”

Liar.

He caught the glare you shot him with a laugh, smoothing your skirt down before taking your hand as Theo opened the carriage door.

“Can’t have the party over before it’s even begun, can we?” Damn him for that smirk he gave as he helped you out the carriage. Once steady, he wrapped a firm arm around your waist, keeping you close as you all walked through the mansion’s front doors. He tipped his head, murmuring, “It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.”

This late, and everyone was either busy in their rooms or already asleep. It made it easier for Arthur to attempt stealing more gasps from you while following Theo down the hall, his hand on your hip darting to grope your rear. Giving him a swift smack to his arm you laughed, the rebuke forming on your lips disappearing once you realized the three of you were already in front of Arthur’s bedroom. As Theo swung open the door and began to doff his jacket, you hummed.

“Oh? Theo, don’t you need to go get the collar and leash you keep threatening me with?”

“Maybe if you’re a good pup we’ll play with them next time.”

“‘Next time’? Very presumptuous of you, Theo.” As the three of you settled in, you closed the distance between the two of you, running your hand down his torso. “Seeing how you’re still all bark and no bite.”

A shudder ran through him as you cupped his clothed erection, Theo swiftly pulling you flush against him as he tipped your chin.

“There’s a reason Arthur’s letting me play with you, hondje.”

Crashing your lips together Theo began to tug your clothing off, breaking momentarily to work your shirts off. As he guided you towards the bed, Arthur took his time with his own clothes, seemingly used to Theo’s rushing.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were stretched along Arthur’s bed, Theo’s kisses trailing down your neck and quickly turning into lovebites. His calloused hands roamed over your bare body as you reacted to each nip, heart thumping faster as he slotted himself between your legs and let the tip of his cock tease along your slit.

“How do you want to do this?” Arthur undid his belt as he asked, quickly stepping out of his pants and working off his boxers. Noticing how he kept his gloves on made your attention waiver momentarily, until Theo’s voice brought it back.

“Mm, I want to know how our little hondje tastes.” He muttered, maneuvering lower, his teeth grazing along your stomach.

Taste? At first you grew confused, used to Arthur using the pleasure his fangs provided to enhance an orgasm, until Arthur tsked and sat beside your head on the edge of the bed. “I swear, I never get a chance to beat you to it.”

It wasn’t until Theo moved to rest on his forearms, head now between your legs, that you understood what they were talking about. Theo’s tongue dipped between your folds, slowly licking upwards as you groaned. Your fingers quickly threaded themselves through his hair as he chuckled, easily working two fingers inside of you. “Are you sure you’re not in heat, hondje?”

Trailing a gloved finger along your jawline, Arthur guided your mouth to his cock before you could let out a quip of your own. “Can I join in on the fun?”

With all the dry humping from the carriage, you expected Arthur to be far less patient as you ran your tongue underneath his erection. Instead, once you finally took the tip inside your mouth he gently eased more of himself into you, starting a pace that was easy to handle.

Theo, however, wasn’t as gentle. Roughly pumping three fingers inside of you, he alternated between teasing licks to your sensitive bud, to lightly taking it between his lips and sucking. The sensations combined with the plug still inside your rear made your toes curl, excitement budding for what was to come.

Just as Arthur tangled his fingers through your hair, your legs clamped against Theo’s shoulders, all of the earlier teasing catching up to you in one swift pleasurable wave. Arthur enjoyed some of the moans that rolled through you before pulling out of your mouth with a deep sigh.

As Theo moved to his knees, licking your arousal from his digits, he smirked. “Quick of you, knabbeltje. Were you that excited?”

“Ah, cut her some slack, Theo.” Carefully, Arthur eased the two of you to rest on your knees. “We’ve talked about you joining us for a while, you should have seen how excited she was when I first brought it up. Though, I wish you’d let me have a go this time."

“Mm, you want to taste how she was?” Theo grinned as he tugged Arthur closer to him by his hips, muttering briefly before drawing him into a kiss. “Here."

Arthur’s hand reached for Theo’s side as their lips met, a quiet groan falling from his mouth as Theo nipped between kisses. It wasn’t long until their kisses deepend, his tongue mingling with Arthur’s before the other broke away. Watching as they slowly pulled apart, Arthur’s tongue traced along his bottom lip, his gaze lingering on Theo’s.

“I’ve always loved that taste…”

You took the chance to run your hands up Theo’s inner thighs, bringing the attention back to yourself. “I’m still here, you know.”

“Impossible to forget, bird,” Arthur chuckled, moving to open his nightstand drawer. “Theo, think you’re up for, ah, taking her from the front while I’m behind her? Could probably move to the chair to make it easier.” Taking the jar of lube out, he set it aside before wrapping an arm around your middle, his hand tracing the curve of your ass.

Theo glanced at you, devoid of his usual teasing tone. “Can you handle that?”

“Mhm, she’s been excited all day for it, haven’t you?” Arthur’s fingers dipped lower, carefully grasping the flared base of the buttplug you had been wearing for the past few hours. Nodding, you reached for Theo’s forearm to grasp as Arthur gingerly pulled the toy out of you, a quiet groan slipping out. “We had already planned for this position, so adding you into the mix won’t be too hard.”

Theo let you use him to steady yourself as the three of you moved off the bed. Pulling one glove off with his teeth, Arthur took the jar he had set aside with him before sitting down in his chair, promptly working on slicking his cock with lube. Feeling impatient, you straddled him in his chair, grasping his chin and pulling him into a languid kiss. Arthur’s chuckle broke your lips apart.

“We’re almost there, luv, but I need you to turn around.”

Doing as he asked while he discarded his other glove, you worked along with him to ease yourself into position. Arthur let you brace your back against his chest for support as he swiftly lifted you up by your thighs, the tip of his cock brushing along your ass as he displayed you to Theo.

Mouth at your ear, his voice dipped into a low murmur. “Ready?”

At your nod, Arthur gripped the underside of your thighs tightly as he pushed his tip into you, starting to lower you once he was halfway in. Excitement buzzed through you as Theo watched you squirm at the pleasurable way Arthur’s cock filled you, shallowly stroking himself as he waited. It was easy to make out the bead of precum at the tip, the sight of how far along his arousal was pushing him stoking the heat flaring in your abdomen.

“Gods, you’re so tight,” Arthur hissed, groaning against your neck. “Does it hurt?”

“N-no, it feels good.” Too good. You reached for the man in front of you, his smirk fueling your need. “Th-Theo, you too.”

“Have half a mind to make you beg for it,” Theo slid his hands under your thighs, helping Arthur’s hold you as he positioned his erection against you. “But every mutt deserves a treat…”

Slowly, Theo eased his cock into your cunt, a grunt slipping out as his nails dug into your skin. You wanted to tease him for the lack of noise, but all that came out was a silent gasp as you felt yourself being filled completely. You grasped Theo’s forearm, mouth clamping shut as you adjusted to the rush of stimulation.

“Hey, tell us if it’s too much, alright?” At Arthur’s worried prompting you shook your head, finding your voice.

“It-it’s good, I’m good- God, you’re both so-” Biting your lip, you stressed a moan as Theo brushed his thumb over your clit, rubbing. “Theo!”

Arthur groaned as Theo drew another rough whine, hips thrusting impatiently from the sensation. “Oh gods- Theo, keep doing that.”

Gods, your thoughts were incoherent as they worked with each other to maintain a slow pace, easing you into handling both of them at once. With Arthur’s chin resting on your shoulder, you could hear each noise he let out as he fought against impulsively pounding into you, his strained panting adding another wave of pleasure coursing through you. His silver tongue faltering made it incredibly apparent that he was enjoying this just as much as you.

You threw your head back as Theo stroked your sensitive bud faster, body tensing. As much as you tried to fight against it, you felt another orgasm quickly roll through you, your moan hitching into a whimper as your clenching walls made the way their cocks moved inside you intensify. Theo stopped rubbing just as your clit began feeling overworked, his panting much more noticeable as they both stilled for you.

“I-I still want m-more.” Nearly breathless as you spoke, you kept your hold on Theo to keep him from pulling away.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.”

You felt Arthur nod against your shoulder when Theo glanced at him, muttering in your ear. “Alright, luv, we’re going to be a bit rough, so speak up if you need us to stop.”

Once you agreed, their grip on you tightened as they tested a thrust. When you only gasped out a moan, Theo rolled his hips out of sync with Arthur, the two of them quickly going at their own pace. The best you could manage were incoherent mewls of their names as they pounded into you, seeking their own release.

“A-Almost there, luv- Just, mmh, a little l-longer.” You felt Arthur’s fangs graze across your shoulder before he bit down. Whimpering, you bit your lip as a new wave of pleasure seared through you. Arthur only took enough blood to satiate him before pulling away, groaning as he spilled inside of you.

It wasn’t long before Theo followed suit, curses tumbling out of him before a final thrust pushed him over the edge.

Cleaning up was a blur. Once you had caught your breath, the two of them pulled out, Arthur wasting no time in taking care of the mess they had made of you. It wasn’t long before you were urged into his bed, Arthur letting you borrow his robe.

Now you rested your head on his lap, enjoying the lazy way Arthur ran his fingers through your hair. “Are you sure you’re okay with me sleeping here tonight?”

“Absolutely. I don’t think you’d be able to make it to your room, anyway.” Arthur’s attention turned to Theo, who was already folding his coat over his arm. “Leaving already?”

“I can’t-” Theo sighed, shaking his head. “The scent of her blood is too much.”

“If that’s the only reason, then you could bi-”

“No.” Arthur's voice was uncharacteristically tense, faltering as he quickly explained. “We put you through a lot. It’d be too much for you.”

Theo eyed his friend before starting towards the door. “Mhm. Maybe next time, hondje.”

He didn’t let you get another word in before he left, Arthur sighing as he leaned back against the headboard. “It’s been a while since we’ve…”

Trailing off, he brushed your bangs back gently. From that alone, your eyes began to flutter shut, your exhaustion catching up.

“Mm, don’t fight sleeping, luv. I’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”

All you could manage was a soft hum as he pulled the covers over you, drifting off feeling thoroughly spent.

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This was really fun to write... TvT

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.3: Mukami Ruki [Track 1+2]

Original title: 二つの選択肢 & 無神ルキ

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 3: Mukami Ruki [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here & here

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai

Translator’s note: I was so scared first when I saw that the More, Blood CDs have 10 tracks because that would totally throw off my schedule and also make them HELLA long but thankfully, each track is much shorter, so I can combine them in sets of two and still have my regular evening uploads from Monday till Friday. uwu These CDs are what introduced the M boys into the franchise, so I am really curious to find out if they are as intense as the S brothers original Do-S Kyuuketsu CDs!

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 1: Two Options

The track starts on the balcony of the Mukami manor.

“...Ah, thank you for your help up till now. Kou, Yuma, Azusa, you can all return to your rooms now. For the first time in a while, it is my turn to act.”

The other brothers leave.

“Well then, shall we get started?”

*Rustle*

“Oi, you...Wake up already.”

*Rustle*

“Oi! How long do you intend to be asleep for?”

You wake up and immediately start to panic.

“...You’ve finally awakened, huh? Do not be so frightened. You’ve been blindfolded, so you can’t see. ...Well, I’d dare argue that you are actually better off blinded for now. You can tell either way, can you not? There’s a strong gust of wind. Where do you think we are?”

You shiver.

“If you were to even take one step, you’d be taking a dive straight down. ...Hahaha, that’s right. Right now, we are on top of a high tower.”

You flinch.

“However, we are not only on the very top. Right now, we are standing on the very edge. You can tell even while lying down like that, no?”

*Rustle*

“What’s that? You want to run away from me? Be my guest, I will not stop you. If that is what you wish, you should go ahead. However, if you were to try and step even the slightest bit forward while blindfolded, you will fall to your death though.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Heh...Why did you get up? Will you choose to run?”

You shake your head.

“I see. In that case, I do not mind lending you a helping hand. I’ll pull you up.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...”

You get up on your feet.

“There, how’s that? You were able to stand but...”

The wind continues to blow strongly.

“Heh...What’s that? The wind’s blowing strongly from underneath? Of course it is. Right now, you’re positioned to where if you were to take one step forward, you’d falll. Your only chance at escape is by dropping down.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Therefore, if you wish to flee, I’ll help you out. ...What’s your choice? Will you run? ...I shall prioritize your will.”

You hesitate.

*Rustle*

“What’s wrong? You get to decide over your own life or death. Furthermore, if you take the future happenings into account, you might actually be better off dead.”

You ask him why.

“If you step a little forward, you will become free. You can float through the air like a baby bird who has fallen from the nest, before splatting onto the ground like a ripe tomato and become a grotesque pile of flesh. In other words, it is something to be envious of.”

You frown.

“Well then, what will you do? I do not like being kept waiting. Will you jump from here and escape my grasp, or will you abstain from jumping and accept what lies ahead of you? ...Hurry up and make your choice.”

You step away from the edge.

“Hmph. So you have chosen that path after all. What a foolish woman you are. I suppose even the woman who has been held by those Vampires and treated like livestock, still treasures her own life. ...Truly pitiful and laughable.”

You tell him it’s too scary.

“If you are simply unable to because you are frightened, should I help you out? It really is not that difficult...Come on.”

*Thud*

*Rustle*

“Just by giving you a little push in the back like this...”

*Rustle*

“...What a vile shriek. You never asked me, so what reason would I have to drop you? Use those brains of yours. Come on.”

Ruki pulls you back to safety.

“...Heh. You looked pathetic just now. It made for a nice sight. ...What’s wrong? Can you no longer stand? Well, you can remain seated there. I’ll take off your blindfold soon as well. I’ve grown bored of this game after all.”

Track 2: Mukami Ruki

Ruki takes off the blindfold

*Rustle rustle*

“...Heh. I suppose this is where I say ‘nice to meet you’? ...Why do you look so frightened? I simply cut through the bothersome cloth which had been blocking your view with this knife?”

*Cling*

You look at the knife in fear.

“Aah...I wouldn’t lower myself to the same level as those vulgar Vampires who would get a kick out of cutting you up with this knife. It shows of little taste after all.”

*Cling*

“...Ah? What’s wrong?”

You ask for his name.

“You want to know my name?”

Ruki turns towards you.

“Hm...Well, I suppose I could teach you. Even livestock at least has the right to know the name of their Master. I am Mukami Ruki. A Vampire, just like those guys who have been keeping you. Well, that being said, I’d rather not be grouped together with them.”

You ask if he brought you here.

“My younger brothers brought you here. There was no need for me to make a personal appearance, just to come fetch you.”

You frown.

“...Right? Is that all you wanted to know?”

You ask for his reasonings.

“Hm? What was that? Why we kidnapped you? ...Hmph. That is not something worth telling you. If you want to know...”

*Rustle*

“Do something about that attitude first. I am sure you learnt in school what to do when asking a favor of someone?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“You don’t know...? ...You truly are a fool. I’m asking you to bow your head.”

You seem surprised.

“The more stupid and ignorant the person is, the stronger their pride. ...Seems like I will need to teach you proper behavior. Seems like they had simply been treating you as livestock there to provide them with food, without taking the time to properly train you.”

You ask who he is talking about.

“Those guys? I’m obviously talking about the Sakamaki’s. You were their livestock, right?”

You protest.

“...You don’t want me to call you that? Haha. I suppose reality hits a little hard, huh? That’s what your face tells me.”

You turn your head away.

“...Oi. Look this way.”

*Rustle*

“Give me a good look at your face. It is my first time looking at it like this.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Hmph. Well...You do not look bad for livestock. However, in the end, you are still livestock. A pretty face will not affect your value. You are a boring lowlife not worth bothering with. I am sure you are well aware of this?”

You feel offended.

“...Oi. Did I not tell you to look at me?”

*Rustle*

“Hah...You really have no manners in the slightest.”

You puff out your cheeks.

“Are you currently satisfied, living alongside those Sakamaki brothers? Do you not wish to escape? If not, then you really are on the same level as livestock. Noー You might actually be below that.”

Your eyes widen in shock by his statement.

“Or have they perhaps been treating you with kindness? Good grief...If you believe that to be the case, then you are gravely mistaken.”

*Rustle*

“Why would they be kind to you? What makes you believe that? Haah...I wonder where exactly things went wrong for you to turn out like this. If those Sakamaki’s treated you like a special possession...and truly were ‘kind’ to you, then you must really...”

Ruki leans in close.

“...Be hiding some sort of secret. Today they will not get in our way. I have the time to inspect you from head to toe.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Better brace yourself?”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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officialwittek · 3 years

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pt. 3

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word count: 2,454

8:00 am.

The ringing of my alarm clock wakes me from my sleep. I grab my phone and scroll through the notifications. I look at the time and decide to get my nails done today, I call all my girl friends and ask if they want me to set an appointment for them to. Carly, Corinna and Erin agree, Natalie and Mariah were busy at the moment. I text them to meet at the apartment and call the nail salon. Thankfully they were open for 2 manicures, 2 full sets, and 4 pedicures.

I hop in the shower and rinse off before starting to do some simple makeup. Instead of my usual falsies I just curl my lashes and put some mascara on. I get dressed in a light blue tank top, a white cropped cardigan, and black yoga flared yoga pants with my white Air Forces. I went to the front door and unlocked it so Corinna and Erin could walk right in. I made some coffee and some tea for myself. After about 15 minutes Corinna and Erin showed up. Carly finished getting ready and we hopped into my car. Carly and Erin started vlogging while I quietly sang along to the music.

We finally got there and checked in. I showed the nail technician the photo, I got a medium length coffin shape with a glitter ombre. After about 2 hours our nails were finally done and we headed to get lunch with Nat, Zane, Todd, and Jeff. We grabbed a table at Olive Garden. Jeff “coincidentally” chooses the seat next to me. Jeff and I had always been touchy with each other, so it was no surprise when he instinctively puts his arm around my shoulder. I still felt bad about the other night, but I was fed up and drunk.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole. I understand that it was sort of a dick move to kiss you while I was drunk” I whisper, he looks at me in surprise and smiles

“I got my girl back” He exclaims, hugging me tightly as I laugh

We eat our lunch in relative peace, a few loud moments here and there. After lunch with everyone we decide to head to David’s house. Jeff, Carly, Corinna and Erin came in my car. We drove to David’s house blasting music with the windows rolled down. Our 20 minute journey ended and I parked my car. Corinna, Carly, and Erin exited to give Jeff and I some time to talk.

“Listen I’m sorry about snapping at you last night. I was drunk and upset. I didn’t mean to be such an asshole. But please talk to me as soon as I put you in a situation that makes you uncomfortable. I just hate being ignored, especially by you. Do you forgive me?” I ask, holding my hands out and he quickly hugged me

“You’re right. I should’ve talked to you. It was unfair of me to leave you hanging” Jeff replies, pressing a kiss to the top of my head

“Now, I got my dick grabbers done. Let’s test it” I joke, his loud laughs ring through my car as I unbuckle my seatbelt

The two of us enter the house and Jeff quickly runs to David to tell him what I said. I knew from the wide smile slowly making it’s way across David’s face. He grabs his camera and quickly runs to me.

“Sage why are you so horny all the time? And please tell me you don’t actually call your nails dick grabbers.” He says, I shove my hand in the camera and laugh loudly

“I’m only horny for Jeff get it right bitch” I reply sassily, David laughs loudly and walks away to film some other bets

“Maybe I should make my own channel” I joke, Corinna quickly whips around and screams

“YES PLEASE!! YOU CAN UPLOAD COVERS AND EVERYTHING. I WANNA BE YOUR FIRST SUBSCRIBER” she yells, catching everyone’s attention

“I’ll literally buy you a camera right now” David says, my eyes go wide and I quickly nod

We all pile into our cars and run to Best Buy. David and all our friends walk me through everything. I grab a Canon EOS M50 camera and a tripod for now. I had music equipment at the apartment. David pays for my things as my friends endlessly talk about what kind of videos I should make. Ranging from get ready with me, vlogs when I go to the studio, covers, styling videos, and the occasional challenge. I choose to start with one cover, one get ready with me, and one vlog a week. All our friends offered to teach me everything having to do with running a successful YouTube challenge. We clear the podcast room and have a makeshift recording session. I quickly scroll through my phone and find a song. ‘Gut Feeling’ by Ella Mai ft. H.E.R

‘Something in the walls

Something in your walk looks different

Something deep inside

Got me wondering why I don't understand

Why I can't put my finger on what the fuck is up

What's missing?

You're distant, and I'm spinning...’

“I’m literally speechless because I forget you can sing” Todd comments, my friends clapping

“Private gig! Private gig!” Zane chants, I roll my eyes playfully and put my playlist of my favorite songs on shuffle

After singing for my friends for about 15 minutes we decide it’s time to get ready to go out. David thought it would be a good idea to kill two birds with one stone today, throw a party for me to celebrate me signing with a label and getting content out of our dumbasses. The girls and I squeeze into my car and head to my apartment to get ready.

“Oh my god Corinna I’m so fucking you tonight” I say, watching her try on one of my dresses

“Good, I’ve been alone for too long” she replies, I wink at her and pick out an outfit for Natalie while Carly and Erin raid Carly’s closet

“Nat this is so perfect for you” Corinna compliments, I agree with a nod and go to pick an outfit

I settle on something a little more comfortable since I’m pretty known to blackout easily. I decide on a red spaghetti strap crop top, a white pleated skirt, and my red and white old school Vans with a slightly oversized leather jacket. Natalie, Corinna, and I work on our hair and makeup. I decide on my usual look with my hair in a ponytail. After about an hour we head back to David’s to pregame.

We take shots and I’m pretty tipsy by the time we all get in David’s Tesla. I find my seat on Jeff’s lap. We loudly sing along to David’s music on the way to the club. We all get in and head to the section that David got us. Zane, Toddy, and I instantly gravitate towards the bottles already there. The loud music making me ready to act a fool for David’s vlog. After another three rounds of shots I become one with the music.

“Where the fuck am I?” I joke loudly, somehow I ended up on the floor while Zane danced on me and I smacked his ass

“Ow you bitch” He slurs, I laugh and Todd helps me off the ground

“OHH SAGE” Corinna yells, and there it is.. the familiar beat to ‘Back That Azz Up’

Corinna instantly gets behind me while I twerk on her. Everyone in our section forming a circle. I spot Natalie on the couch and I walk over to her before giving her a lap dance. David films her reaction while Jason hands her a bunch of singles. She throws it on me while I dance. The mixture of alcohol and music making me lose myself. The song ends and I’m a little sad. Although the universe instantly answers my prayers and I hear the beginning to ‘Panoramic’. This time I decide to dance with Jeff.

“You ready bub?” I ask, he looks at me nervously

“Huh? Oh my-” Jeff replies, I bend over and start dancing again

After a few seconds he quickly finds himself dancing with me as best as he can. Our friends scream as he gains confidence. He pulls me up by my neck, leaving a hand there as he pours the vodka in my mouth. I swallow and turn so Corinna can grind on me. I feel someone behind me and turn to see Natalie. The three of us forming a chain. Which we keep up depending on the song. After two hours David taps me on the shoulder

“Alright guys, let’s go back to my place. It’s getting a little stuffy in here” I nod and hand Jeff my things

I find myself in the passenger seat. Never a good thing in David’s vlogs. Somehow Zane had walked out with a full bottle of vodka and we were all passing it around. Before driving David turns his camera on and I’m too drunk to listen to reason

“David.. I’m so drunk” I yell above the music, he laughs and turns the camera so I’m more in view

“Is there anything we should ask Sage since I think she’s the most drunk here” David says, turning the music down as our friends fall quiet to think

“Sage what are your thoughts on Jeff getting a boner after you danced on him” Mariah asks, I laugh loudly and hiccup

“My thoughts? Head empty, no thoughts” I reply, they laugh and continue asking me questions

“Sage if you were a man for a day what would you do?” Jason asks, also recording me

“Dude I’d honestly try to have a threesome with Natalie and Corinna” I reply, he laughs before replying

“You try to do that now” He says, our friends laughing loudly

The car ride seems like it went on forever. Finally we ended up at David’s house, I quickly run to the fridge and grab water. Wanting to sober up a little bit because I felt too out of control of my body. I chug the water and throw the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Jeff walks over to me and hugs me from behind. I smile lazily and sway to the music David is playing.

“Can we get DoorDash please” I whine, the group instantly nods while Jeff and I walk over to the group

“Get a room you two” Carly jokes, watching me cling onto Jeff while he sat me down

“I fucking wish” I say, quietly sipping my water as Natalie takes everyone’s McDonald’s orders

I decided on a 20 piece chicken mcnuggets with sweet and sour sauce and a Sprite. I blush as Jeff’s hands find themselves on my thigh. It’s no secret that I’m high key attracted to Jeff, but it recently started becoming real that I actually have a crush on my best friend. I realize that all the girls were looking at me and my face turned bright red. They shared looks before pulling me off the couch and taking me outside.

“You have a real fucking crush on Jeff don’t you” Mariah says, the girls crowd around me as I laugh

“I need a fucking joint, yes I do ok” I confess, they scream and jump around and I can already see the guys heading out to see what all the commotion is about

“What’s going on out here ladies?” Todd asks, wrapping his arms around Natalie and Jeff came next to me and thankfully it was pitch black and he couldn’t see the blush spreading across my face

“God I need to smoke so bad what the fuck is wrong with me” I mumble, Jeff hears me and pulls a preroll out of his pocket

“Let’s go, princess” He says, asking our other friends if they want to join, Zane and Todd agree and we sit on the couch outside and smoke a little bit

After we finished the pre-roll I head back over to the girls. We continue talking and they encourage me to talk to him about it. Apparently he has an actual crush on me too. I brush them off the but the substances in my system were giving me too much courage.

“No no... I’ll think about it when I’m sober” I say, they all agree and we go back into the house

“Ok guys I think I’m gonna head out” I say, I had a few more drinks with Zane and Heath so I was back to being drunk and a little high

“You are not driving home like this” Dave says, I nod and look around. Carly left a while ago since her and Erin had a meeting in the morning and I didn’t want to disturb her because I knew I would be loud when I got home

“I’ll take her, I should head out anyways” Jeff replies, I grin and collect my things and grab a water from the fridge for the road

“Can I stay over? I miss Nerf and I can’t go to my apartment since Carly has something important in the morning and I don’t want to disturb her” I say, he nods with a big smile

“Sure thing princess. We’ll stop by the store and grab some makeup remover and face wash” He said, driving to the nearest CVS

After our quick run to the store we finally arrived at his apartment. We got in and I walk over to the fridge and get a water. I hear Nerf’s claws on the floor and crouch down. After petting him for about five minutes Jeff comes out with a shirt and some boxers. I smile gratefully and head to the bathroom.

I take my makeup off and wash my face. I change into the shirt and boxers and head out. I make myself comfortable on the couch while Jeff changes. He walks out and shakes his head

“No, your back and neck are going to be sore. Just share the bed with me” He said, I look at him skeptically but nod

“Finally, thank god I shaved recently” I joke, he laughs loudly as he shuts the door

“I’m not that tired, you wanna watch a movie?” He asks, turning the TV on I nod and let him pick while I make myself comfortable with Nerf

Halfway through the movie I start drifting off, resting my head on Jeff’s chest.

“Goodnight princess” He said, pressing a kiss to my head before turning the movie off

“Goodnight.. I love you” I mumble, not noticing the look on Jeff’s face

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joontier · 4 years

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akin ka na lang (muli.) | drabble

translation: be mine (again.)

synopsis: Dr. Kim Taehyung, locally known for his successful cardio-thoracic surgeries. One thing he isn’t known for though, is that he’s your two-timing ex who’s come to visit you in the new hospital you work at.

pairings: taehyung x reader

rating: R (18+)

au: doctors!au; exes!au | genre: smut, slight angst, mentions of infidelity

warnings: exhibitionism, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation

word count: 2.2k

request: by @taemaknae “silakbo track feat. taehyung + doctor!au (because we need more doctor aus hehehe” SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE BABE!! but here ya gooo! I hope u enjoy it luv hehehhehe

g/n: this is part of The Paraluman Playlist - a drabble game we’re holding for the whole month of August!!! Send in your requests lovelies;; ((why do i get the feeling that this could be a good prologue too ajsdfhoaiwjef)) also,,, this might be a part of a fic crossover with one im working on right now with jk wOOPS

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“And that concludes the reports for this month’s cardiac surgery reports.”

Ending your presentation with one last click of your pointer, you turn to your fellow doctors, resisting the strong urge to roll your eyes. Some of the seniors are already asleep, while those who are a closer to your age are obviously bored to the bone.

You’re seriously considering if you want to even bother asking the audience if they have any further questions when no one was listening in the first place anyways. Well, maybe except for the chairman who had been all ears the whole time.

Meetings like these are just a major waste of time – time you could have used to sleep your fatigue away after having completed a five-hour open heart surgery last night. If it only weren’t for the hospital’s board of directors that implemented this scheme.

The Ministry of Health and Welfare had only encouraged all hospitals to hold conferences like this to support medical-related research, but The Woocheon Group, after having been praised by the ministry itself for pioneering experimental medicine and clinical trials, upped its game, scheduling these quarterly conferences to monthly ones.

This plan would have sounded engaging to most third parties, but to those who were chosen to create reports, such as yourself, do not find these meetings most pleasant. After all, these month-end reports will also be uploaded to Woocheon’s online journals. Not that these doctors would even read any of those even if published both online or in paper. Unless of absolute necessity as reference, of course.

Your eyes scan over the audience consisting of at least forty doctors until you lock eyes with the one and only Kim Taehyung - infamous for his recently successful cardio-thoracic surgery on a twenty-two year old athlete back at Daegu Medical Center. Unfortunately for you, he’s also the same man who cheated on you for another colleague a few years back.

He was the reason you left DMC in the first place, unable to continue your career back at the center with such an unhealthy, hate-conducive environment. Obviously, you knew having to work with a cheater and having to face him for at least six days a week wasn’t going to do you any good. Hence, your moving to Seoul to officially pursue your fellowship at Woocheon Medical City. What you never expected though, was Taehyung coming all the way from Daegu to sit in with Woocheon’s internal conferences.

For what? Why was he here? What reason does he have to suddenly show up like this?

Whatever his business here was absolutely none of yours, and you promised yourself you were going to be the last person to concern yourself with such.

“Any further questions?”

You see Taehyung’s hand raise hesitantly, but retracts it quickly as another raises his hand. As you address the inquiry, you still feel Taehyung’s gaze locked on yours. Nobody dares to ask another question, not wanting to prolong the useless conference any longer. Thankfully, the hospital’s chairman ends the meeting shortly after that.

As you pack your things up while the rest of the crowd files out of the room, you feel someone approach you. In fact, you feel two - with both of the presences extremely familiar. When you look up from your desk, you see Taehyung and Chairman Jung Hoseok nearing the podium you stood behind from.

Taehyung lets the chairman approach you first. Good, at least the man still has a little bit of dignity left in him. “Dr. _______, great presentation today,” Hoseok applauds, “You are a blessing to this hospital,” the chairman adds, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“All in a day’s work, Chairman Jung,” you give the man a warm smile. Taehyung notices the small gesture and diverts his gaze quickly, as if he was caught watching something private. You smile inwardly, wanting to drop as many hints as possible to let the blonde-haired man he isn't welcome here.

The chairman finally takes notice of his presence as he turns around, much to your dismay. “Ah! Dr. Kim Taehyung! I wasn’t informed of your arrival… anyways, welcome to The Woocheon Medical City and may I introduce to you one of our best cardiology consultants here…”

“Dr. __________, of course.” A wide smile forms on Taehyung’s lips, reaching out his hand for a handshake. You hesitate for a split-second - torn between not wanting to be within arm’s reach of your traitorous ex-boyfriend, or maintaining your usual professional demeanor. Maybe it’s best for you to go with the latter, and pretend you two are meeting for the first time.

“We were colleagues back in Daegu Medical Center.”

Or maybe not.

Hoseok’s secretary comes over just in time, informing him of a friend who wishes to meet him outside as well as the rest of the day’s schedule. “Oh, guess I’ll have to meet that one then,” Hoseok says, turning to the both of you. “Well, I’ll have to leave you both for a moment. I’ll see you both around.” With a short wave, the chairman leaves the two of you to “catch up”.

“_________. Can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dr. Kim. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still have plenty of things to do.” Deciding not to meet his eyes, you scan the room, sending a silent plea to the last doctor who was getting ready to leave, wishing that he won’t leave you alone with this man.

Taehyung blocks your sight with his body. Clenching your jaw, you tilt your head at him, waiting on what he has to say now. “Come back to me, please…” A scoff escapes your lips as you roll your eyes at Taehyung.

“I’d even beg on my knees, _______. I’ll do whatever you want, baby.”

“You on your knees?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I am a changed man.”

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.”

“By all means, ________, please.” Rolling your eyes at your two-timing ex, you continue packing up, making sure you won't forget anything else on the desk. Funny how he can even extract innuendos from your display of hatred. At this point, Taehyung had already rounded the table and is now standing beside you.

You figure he’s fiddling with the projector (for all you care), that is, until you feel his warm breath fanning against your nape. His close proximity instantly gives you a chill and before you can turn to face him, he already has you trapped between his body and the podium.

Taehyung can't hide the smirk that graces his lips when he sees you gulp. Fueled by your reaction, he proceeds to reach for the clicker by the opposite end of the desk, bending you a little bit forward, all the while pressing his erection against your ass.

When he feels you hold your breath in, it only spurs him on, slowly grinding against you. “T-Tae…” you whisper out brokenly, weakly pushing away his firm hold on your waist. “You’re not…” All coherent thoughts get drained from your head when he takes your breasts in his hands, kneading them gently through your shirt, “...s-supposed to do….”

The door opens all of a sudden and the janitor enters, holding a plastic roll in his hands. Taehyung abruptly takes his hands off you, placing them inside his pockets instead. Thankfully, the janitor only takes notice of you and Taehyung’s presence after checking the trash bin by the last row and not when the latter had his hands all over you. “Oh, sorry Doc! I thought everybody had left already. I’ll just come back later.” Bowing once in your direction, he leaves quickly just as he had arrived.

As you turn around to confront Taehyung about his brazen behavior, he’s already there, suddenly connecting his lips with yours. Nearly loosing your footing at the unexpected action, Taehyung instinctively places his hands on your back, pushing you further towards him. You place your palms against his chest, not wanting to get scandalized by making out with a guest. “Taehyung…”

The blonde-haired man pulls away from the kiss, only to attach his lips on that certain spot on your neck that ultimately gets you weak in the knees. ‘Does he remember?’ You think, mind getting hazy over the feeling of his pliant mouth on your skin after all these years. Then again, your mind betrays you with the vivid image of him fucking your friend in your very room – inside the same apartment you shared with that friend he cheated on you with.

Your judgment gets clouded once more as he fumbles with your shirt, unbuttoning the first one – enough to leave a hickey just above the valley of your breast. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth to hold in the moan the threatens to escape your mouth, your fist tightens around the fabric of his collar.

Sliding the swiveling chair from underneath, Taehyung pushes you down onto the cushion of the seat. As he kneels to the ground, your heart beats rapidly in your chest, the anticipation causing to form a few beads of sweat by your hairline. Pleasure shoots through your core as he hikes your skirt up, rubbing his hands all over your thighs.

Having him touch you like this after so many years ignited that fire inside you once more, the almost foreign feeling ultimately driving you close to madness.

Fuck, you missed this. Not him. Not Taehyung. Whatever thing this was with Taehyung that was so deliriously enticing: this magnetizing aura that drew everyone to him without him having to even try. Unfortunately for you, it had also drawn unwanted attention from perpetually thirsty women. You missed these feverish kisses, featherlight touches that sent electricity pulsing through your veins.

You repeat the phrase in your head like a fervent prayer. You miss the idea of this Taehyung, the Taehyung that ravished you on a regular basis, like you were the irresistible flame to the metaphorical moth that was him.

“Tell me to stop, baby, and I will,” Taehyung rasps, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“No panties? Still my naughty little slut I see,” Taehyung remarks, as he sees your naked core. It’s shameful how you’re embarrassingly wet within a short period of time, but you no longer put much thought on it, especially with a handsome man like Taehyung on his knees for you.

With dilated pupils, Taehyung looks up and you knew you had both reminisced the time this same scenario happened in his office at DMC. The infamous surgeon draws you out of your reverie as he plants kisses along the expanse of your thigh.

Urgently wanting to fully express his intentions, Taehyung wastes no time, bunching up your skirt by your hips and diving in to flatten his tongue against your wet core. You gasp at the contact and you practically feel him smile at your responsiveness.

Taehyung starts with a slow pace, letting his tongue swirl all over your cunt. “Oh!” you breath out when he flicks your nether bud with his tongue. Taehyung keeps your legs apart with left hand while he dips a finger between your folds with the other. As you shudder at the sensation, Taehyung continues his ministrations, pushing his finger in, reveling in the way your walls clench around his digit.

“You’re still so tight after all these years,” the man says, diving in once more as he familiarizes himself once more of your addictive essence, licking and sucking at your core for all its worth like it’s his last day on the planet.

Just as you were about to climax, three knocks on the door resonate throughout the empty room, and as you push your thighs together and signaling Taehyung to keep quiet underneath the table, the door opens one more time and the chairman’s head pokes through the side, eyes scanning the room to look for you. Fixing your appearance discreetly, you put on a smile on your face, ignoring the frustration that came with not being able to orgasm properly.

“Wanna go grab lunch with me, sweetheart?”

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few, babe. Just… gotta go through some emails,” comes your breathless answer. “Okay darling. I’ll be waiting for you by my office.” When you feel Taehyung’s fingers start to dance back up along your legs, you swat them away, the realization of your unfaithful acts finally dawning on you.

“Stop it Taehyung and get up from there,” you tell him, pulling down your silk skirt that’s shamelessly bunched up around your hips. As you tame the creases on your skirt, the light above you hits the rock on your fourth finger. The gleam hits your eyes perfectly, the diamond on your engagement ring seemingly mocking you of your infidelity.

For the sake of your sanity, you don’t say another word to Taehyung who also had his eyes trained on your ring. Quickly you grab your things off the desk, not sparing your dejected ex-boyfriend a look. As you reach the door, you rest your head on the hard plastic, “I’m happy now, Taehyung. Please respect that.” With a sigh, you open the door, not daring to take a look back.

Taehyung nods silently, looking away from your figure as a tear rolls down his cheek, regret and longingness weighing on him heavily.

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Unrequited?

childhood friends with benefits or perhaps more?

words 2,008 smut, slight angst so far 🔞 (hope you enjoy! this is my first time uploading smut.)

According to everyone else, you and Mingi are good friends, just good friends. They didn’t need to know anything else, even if sometimes your glances told them otherwise… it’s just that Mingi had a bit of a reputation for awhile now and honestly, even if it didn’t bother you, it bothered a lot of other people. He dated… a lot, well, if you can call it ‘dating’. Either way, you’ll always love him, platonically of course.

You two decided to show up together at the first gathering of the summer. It felt like you and all your friends went to different colleges, had crazy busy jobs, or just moved away, so having everyone back always resulted in a party, nothing crazy, but it was always special. It felt like tradition. And god, you’d been missing them all, even more so Yunho. You’ve always had a bit of a deeper bond with Mingi and Yunho. even if you absolutely loved and cherished the others so very much, it was slightly deeper with them.

Mingi went to the same college as you so you could see him more often than the others, but Yunho lived a couple of hours away because he’s been interning at his dads sales company. It felt like your ball of sunshine was turning into a business man.

Finally, you and Yunho were able to visit and catch up during the party, after playing beer pong with Jongho, you were tired from playing for so long, him being so competitive.

you rested on the couch, your legs on Yunhos lap while he was excitedly telling you all about how his internship was going and all of his coworkers while resting his hands on your legs. You’ve always loved how affectionate he is and ate up whatever attention he gave you, it was normal for you two to be so close. no one looked twice or really cared about the skinship.

Well, except Mingi.

Which is why he made some excuse to drag you upstairs in a hurry, something along the lines of ‘girl troubles’ which was actually true, he just never had any of that ‘trouble’ with you, since you were the one that was always there, long before he even had his first girlfriend. The rest of them just looked at their friend with an amused look on their faces.

Yunho of course just whines playfully as you leave for upstairs but lets you go.

Which is how you ended up where you are now..

‘Fuck’ Mingi moans and grinds into you, the denim of his jeans rubbing roughly against your bare ass, your skirt hiked up to your waist, kneeling on all fours in a bathroom with rough tiles digging into your knees and palms. Classy, you think to yourself.

You grind back onto him roughly and he grips your hips roughly in response.

music echoes loudly outside the room, the party still going downstairs.

‘Mingi, hurry. We’re in a dirty ass bathroom’ you complain and push yourself against his clothed bulge, hoping he gets the message. He just chuckles at you ‘always so impatient’ the next thing you hear is him unbuckling his belt. Anticipation shudders through you, you can’t help but whine with need and wiggle your hips. Eventually, he pulls his briefs down and places the tip of his raw cock on your wet cunt, he teases it from your hole to your clit and your entire body tingles in need.

‘That shut you up, huh?’ his voice deep and laced with possession. as much as you want to respond all snarkily, you’re completely at this man’s mercy. ‘Please..’ you mumble through a moan. He must take mercy on you because not even a second later he is fully sheathed inside of you. Your wet heat sucking him in, already dripping off of him in excess. You moan so loudly that Mingi snorts behind you. ‘Really? That desperate?’ he smacks your ass and you feel yourself trembling, trying to keep from falling. No matter who you are with, no one compares to Mingi, and that includes your exes. It’s something you’ve known for years but try not too think too deeply into it, because honestly, it’s just sexual chemistry.

‘Just fuck me already.’ you sass, pushing yourself back on him. It must work because you feel him bruising your hips already, fucking you hard against the floor. you fucking love it. Mingi pauses for a minute and you panic, but calm once you feel his bare chest against your back, you get the full scent of his cologne and slight sweat that moment as well, suddenly you feel pride and nearly smug in how you were the one to make this man who has been with so many others, such a mess already.

‘More please’ you whimper again in desperation ‘yes, princess’ he says, with less of a fight. He must be getting close. You’d say something if he wasn’t fucking you so hard that you had to struggle just to keep from falling over on the dirty floor, but it’s not like you both had the luxury of taking your time at the moment. Inside the bathroom, the loud smack of his hips against the fat of your ass and the wetness of your pussy sounds absolutely obscene. ‘How are you always so tight?’ he moans. you get even wetter, making a mess of Hongjoongs’ parents bathroom (sorry Joong~). He starts fucking into you even harder and you feel yourself also inching closer and closer to your peak. You both feel lost in the moment, delirious with your need to make one another cum. Your moaning loudly but trying to cover your mouth to muffle yourself, you know Mingi would usually complain but he also knows that you both need to be careful, careful to not mess with your group of friends dynamic, since that’s what matters most.

He’s grinding inside of you, reaching places you or anyone else course never could. ‘Can I cum inside you?’ he asks breathily and with hope and his pace is beginning to stutter. As much as everything inside of you wants to say yes, you knew it would be a mess and you’ve both already been away for too long. ‘Not tonight, Gi’ he whines, disappointed, but keeps going. he shifts his grip and roughly turns you over so he can reach your clit, his long fingers rubbing quick circles into you, while he slips his thumb inside of you along with his dick. You’re so close already you’re about to cry. After another minute or so of him unrelentingly teasing your clit, you’re gasping and coming all over his cock. He’s still chasing his high, and with no time to come down, you’re feeling overly stimulated. ‘Did so good’ he praises you sweetly and sounding so spent. Your body is limp against his, him controlling the pace. He’s close, you can always tell. Suddenly he pulls out of you and you hear him groan and finish himself, his cum hitting your pussy. He pants, sweat dripping from his forehead. He lets out a goofy smile from up above you. ‘I guess I needed that’ he reaches for some toilet paper and gently wipes his cum from your skin. ‘Jesus, Gi. you couldn’t have waited till one of us left?’ you say, exhaustion in your voice. You realize you’re still laying on the floor when he grabs your hands to help you up. ‘Thanks’ you pull your skirt back into place and put your shirt back on. Thankfully, he didn’t take off your bra and toss it somewhere. It’s a bit awkward, you fixing your hair and attempting to look like you didn’t just have sex, let alone with all of your friends downstairs. Mingi already has his shirt back on and his hair looks just as good as it did, the only difference is that his cheeks are slightly flushed and sweaty. Fuck this man and his attractiveness.

‘I’m gonna head back down, you good?’ he asks while fixing his hair again in the mirror.

‘I’ll be down there in a few’ you reply. He comes to stand next to you in the mirror ‘yeah, you need a few. My bad’ he says cockily. you punch his shoulder ‘don’t flatter yourself. I’ll be a minute’ you snort. So, of course, he leaves the bathroom like nothing happened, because according to the rest of the party, nothing did.

Once you deem yourself presentable you head downstairs. Yeosang greets you at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Need a drink?’ he quirks an eyebrow. You hope he doesn’t notice your clothes in slight disarray. Then again, who would believe that you would be hooking up with Mingi, out of all people.

You smile tiredly ‘so badly’ he giggles ‘i’ll be back with wine. There should be some in the kitchen somewhere, Not everyone enjoys shitty beer’ he says and heads to the kitchen.

You appreciate him, truly. Also, you hated beer and he knew that.

You notice that Yunho is still on the couch, drinking a beer. You decide to sit next to him again. He looks a bit lost in his thoughts and doesn’t notice you until you nudge your head against his shoulder ‘Tired already? I guess you are a working man now’ you gently poke his side, he in response smiles his bright and sunshine like smile. ‘Yeah, I think so. Just a long drive up here.’ he actually does look tired and it doesn’t sit well with you. ‘Want me to stay over? We can have a sleepover in the guest bedroom’ you rest your head on his shoulder, just wanting to spend more with him, knowing he will be leaving in a couple of days. ‘Yeah, I’d like that. Hwa is rooming with San and Wooyoung tonight, so you lucked out’ you both laugh softly.

Yunho is staring past you, an amused look on his face.

‘How did Mingi find someone already?’ you turn around curiously and see Mingi talking to some girl in a tight pink dress… which, who even invited her? He has his hand on the small of her back and his dimples are showing. He couldn’t make it more obvious that your quick fuck in the bathroom meant nothing to him. You’re angry at yourself for caring, you truly are, but your only condition with Mingi was that he only see you when he wasn’t seeing others that same night.

You didn’t know how hard you were staring until Yunho waves his hand in front of you ‘You good, y/n?’ you snap out of it instantly ‘yeah, sorry. I’ve just never seen her around before’

‘Ahh, she’s a friend of Hongjoongs brother. She just started university here’ he explains.

You nod and quickly look at them again before turning back to Yunho. ‘So, Yeosang is getting some wine, I’ll have him bring it to the guest room, maybe we can start a movie, all three of us?’ you say excitedly. ‘I’ll grab us some comforters’ Yunho says happily and with a smile. Soon, Yeosang heads back with the wine and you’re all heading upstairs to chill when Yeosang turns to you, a certain look on his face ‘y/n, your skirt is almost backwards’ you panic for a slight moment ‘i guess I messed it up using the restroom?’ Yeosang pretends to understand fully but still teases you over being messy. As you are heading upstairs again, you meet Mingis eyes and he just smirks at you, the girl still by his side.

Fucking smirks. Seriously? Yunho just grabs you and pulls you next to him, confused as to why you stopped.

You give your full attention back to Yunho and just ignore Mingi being a dick.

Eventually you find yourself about to fall asleep with the other two in sleeping bags next to you. Somehow your brain goes to thinking Mingi and that girl,

God, why do you even like him again? I mean, platonically of course.

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Moonlit ch.2

This is the second chapter in my new fic Moonlit, it will be posted on Tumblr, ao3, and ffnet. New chapters uploaded every week and a half. Message/comment to be added to my tag list.

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big thank you to my beta reader @effervescentlyirrevocable who has given me the absolute best criticism and helped make this chapter so beautiful :)

Bella Swan is introduced to a possible new friend and receives a gift. The doctors new family may not be as well adjusted to small town life as Charlie would like.

Chapter Two

The next morning I wake up to a growl of thunder beating against the inside of my skull. I had a night of thankfully restful sleep for once, only waking up to get a glass of water. My hands are clasped against my chest, fingers knotted in annoyance as I hold back what likely will be a spill of expletives. Why must there always be noise? Why can I not sleep soundly and awake soundly, just once?

I open one eye experimentally, hoping the sun has already arisen and I won’t be missing out on any leftover sleep. My room is shrouded in darkness. The expletives, swear words crude enough to make a priest gag, spill out in a muttered breath and my hands squeeze against each other once more before reaching for my alarm clock. The red numbers blink back at me and it takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the light before I read the time. Nine in the morning. I look back to the window where my blinds are drawn closed, but still no light, even filtered through the canopy of clouds, peaks at the edges.

The thunder, which had gone quiet after waking me up initially, rolls again for a moment before silencing itself. Only, was it thunder? It sounded heavy, like machinery but with a deeper growl. Was there construction nearby? I didn’t recall any on my few trips up and down the street, and I question why there would need to be any construction anyways. It’s not as if this is a booming neighbourhood with a subdivision being built.

Charlie knocks against my door, quieter than yesterday. “Bella, it’s time to get up.” You’d imagine that with my age being nearly twenty and my status as a legal adult I’d be allowed to choose my own time to wake up. My annoyance dies down quickly when my thoughts bounce back to Phoenix, waking up early each morning to drive Mom into her early morning classes. Nine in the morning really isn’t that early, in fact, it allows me time to get some chores done before class. “Someone has dropped by.”

My lips contort into an annoyed pucker. Who would have stopped by? Mom had warned me before the move that nothing but rumours and nasty mold comes from Forks. Apparently her quick marriage to Charlie, and even quicker pregnancy with me, was enough gossip to fuel conversations for years. I remember a trip to Forks at eight years old, a woman had stopped my mother in the grocery store and asked her over for coffee. “They just want the inside scoop,” Renee had told me afterwards, “Give them anything and they’ll find a way to make it ugly.”

My bare feet brush the ground and a flash of cold spreads up my shins. Apparently, even in spring, the weather is dangerously cold. I tell Charlie I��ll be downstairs in a moment, pulling on a pair of jeans and thermal socks. I was hoping for a relaxing day alone, just me, my sweatpants, and the laptop. I compromise on the socks, regardless of who is downstairs, my toes will not be cold today.

I pull the blinds open, the lawn stretching out beside the house is bathed in shadowy darkness despite the morning hour. The forest that lines our property, secluding us from the neighbours, is eerie and mysterious. The green tones that I initially found alien and too bright are now gone and replaced with navy. I wait a moment, staring into the trees, my thoughts rambling into fairytale imaginations.

My brain conjures an image of a man, tall and insidious, stepping out of the tree line, long claws attached to his fingers and a nasty grin revealing pointed teeth. His shirt is ripped in the front, a long tear reaching from throat to navel and from inside the shirt tufts of hair stick out. No, not hair, fur. He growls menacingly.

I close the blinds quickly and blink against the pictures my brain throws at me.

The landline rings downstairs and startles me, a jolt of anxious adrenaline surging through my cold feet and up into my heart. Maybe one of the reasons I enjoyed Phoenix’s barren, plain landscape was that I would not be subjected to such terrible thoughts. I remember being twelve and watching Scream with my mother, she was on a horror movie kick and had rented a whole stack of DVDs for us to watch. That night when I was tired but my eyes refused to close as I didn’t want to imagine what could be lurking outside my bedroom window. Crawling into my mother’s bed, she ran her warm palm against my forehead and hummed a song until I calmed down.

“Bella,” she had said quietly, the nurturing lilt of her voice expanding my heart, “We live in a desert. You can see for miles and miles and miles, if some bad man was coming we’d see him from forty minutes away.” I giggled quietly into the comforter, our bodies pressed against each other in near sleep and my mother’s hands maneuvering through my hair with expertise.

Now, I look out at the grassy lawn from a crack between the blinds. It resembles the set of a slasher movie, the forest borders it with every possibility my imagination can muster. I can see a man from four seconds away, not forty minutes.

There's a chorus of male laughter from below and I sigh, assuming this is my cue to go downstairs and meet with whoever has stopped in.

Charlie is sitting in the living room, facing me and his back to the television which is decidedly blank. On the couch is a head of glossy, black hair. Beside him is a wheelchair with an older man sitting in it, a mug clasped between dark hands. I curse whatever forces brought these strangers into the house so early, I am not in the mood for interaction. I was hoping for a bowl of oatmeal and a quiet morning.

“Hey!” Charlie braces his hands on his knees and pushes out of the armchair. His face is split in half with a grin. I can’t recall him smiling this large in the past week of my stay. The two men turn, facing me with warm smiles.

One of them is older, perhaps Charlie's age, his mouth creased with smile lines and his eyes wrinkled with sun damage. His skin is a warm russet brown, his eyes deep-set behind pronounced brows and a large smile. Bright white teeth stare back at me as my brain picks over his features, how do I know this man? I know almost immediately that he’s Quileute, from the Reservation to the west of town. I vaguely remember trips to the beach with Charlie and eating hotdogs over fires with some of the children from the area.

“Do you remember me, Bella?” He asks in a deep, commanding tone. His voice transports me back to the beach, collecting colourful rocks with the other kids and being called to dinner. Billy Black. He lives in a small, red house with a large kitchen perfect for gatherings. He’s older than I remember, but my last time being here for any substantial time was nearly four years ago.

“Dad, c’mon,” the boy says with a sarcastic eye roll. He stands from the couch, his height towering mine by a few inches and his broad shoulders slumped forward happily. I wonder how tall he’d be if he stood to his full height. His voice is deep, not as deep as his father’s, but still an indicator of the family resemblance. Where his father is strong and sure, this boy is aloof and casual. Jacob Black. “She hasn’t been back in ages, she probably blocked your nasty attitude out of her memory.”

I bite back a smile, but Billy laughs and shoots Charlie a look that says, kids, am I right? I step forward and extend my hand to Jacob, who takes it gratefully in his own and gives a soft shake. His hand covers mine and is most definitely a few degrees warmer than I am. “Jacob Black, we used to make mud pies together.”

“Best in town,” Charlie adds in from the back of the room. I smile.

“No, no, I remember you guys,” I tell the Blacks. “It just took me a moment.” Charlies sits back down in his chair and motions for me to take a seat.

“Billy and Jake just stopped by,” my father explains. I sit beside Jacob on the couch, a cushion between us. But, even with the provided space and the lack of physical contact, I feel heat come off of him in waves like a radiator. I wonder if he’s sick. “Jake here is a mechanic.” A furious blush settles under the boy's brown skin as his mechanical skills are brought up, this is my first time hearing of his expertise. I remember his sisters being twins, both tall and beautiful with matching smiles. They were almost two years older than me, Jacob had followed closely behind and was only born in the same six months as me. Of course, now that I try to remember, the date falls short in my memory. It’s possible he has a career as a mechanic somewhere on the Reservation, but he mustn’t work in Forks. I hadn’t seen a single mechanics garage in town.

“No, no,” he looks between me and my father with an apologetic smile, “it’s just a hobby. Something for fun.” Billy tsks at his son, shaking his head in a way that makes me believe this conversation has occurred before.

“Hobbies can bring in money, hobbies can turn into jobs,” the older man says with a scolding tone. Jacob just shakes his head crookedly, not responding. Charlie takes this as his cue to interrupt the trajectory of the conversation, and I’m grateful. I haven’t spoken to these men in nearly four years, that last place I want to be is in the middle of a family feud.

“Well, now, there was a reason I brought up Jake’s skills,” Charlie interjects with a wave at the large boy next to me. “Bells, go take a look outside.” My fingers twitch anxiously in my lap at being thrust into the center of the conversation. I was hoping I could slide under the radar here, not end up in the middle of it.

It takes great restraint for me to get up from the couch and not stumble over my ankles in the act, my clumsiness reaches new heights when I’m being watched by a room of people. Even if there are only three people in the room. The window at the end of the room is open, the curtains pulled to the side, and when I reach it my gaze falls on a group of kids biking down the street with a rainbow of helmets. Apparently, the dark sky doesn’t scare them the way it does me.

They pedal quickly, little screams of delight just barely audible through the thick glass of the living room window. They pass the porch and disappear behind a large red truck parked out front of the house. I blink. It’s still there, rounded fenders and shiny door handles, long bed, ancient grill adorning the hood. It’s beautiful. “Is that your truck, Billy?” There’s a chorus of laughter behind me, the men’s baritones mixing and producing a flaming blush starting at my neck and creeping up into my face. I turn to look at them, my stomach clenching as I turn away from the beautiful vehicle. “What?”

“It’s yours, Bella,” Charlie tells me. The breath I was holding leaves my lungs through my gaping mouth, I struggle to close it and take an experimental inhale. “Bella?” I turn and look back out the window, the glorious truck still sits there staring at me from across the dark lawn. I can only imagine how beautiful it is in the sunlight.

“I- it’s mine?” I ask. Another series of laughs echo through and then footsteps come up beside me, Jacob stands looking out the window. “You made it?” I question, looking up at him.

His shoulders shake silently and his lips press together as he tries to compose himself, I’m not sure why he finds my comment so funny but it reignites my blush. “I fixed it up, yeah. But, don’t get too excited. The thing runs at sixty miles max, push her further than that and you’ll be walking home.”

We all go outside quickly, me leading the pack with an excited skip in my step. It’s a miracle I didn’t fall on my face or stumble over my words as I spoke my thoughts aloud. “It’s so pretty, I love it! Jake, I have no idea how you could make it look so perfect.” The truck sits against the curb, its red paint flaking in places around the tires, but even more perfect than I could have imagined.

The sky is a disturbing shade of grey, a fact that irritates me more outside than it did in the house. Why does the weather have to ruin such a perfectly good moment? But I spend the majority of my time on the vehicle, petting its sides carefully like I might damage it. Finally, seemingly having had enough of me quietly admiring the vehicle, Billy tells me to hop in and check it out on the inside.

Jacob produces a set of keys, no automatic locking mechanism, and twists it in the truck's door handle. He holds the door open for me, producing a hand to help me in. I take it gratefully, stepping up into the driver’s seat and letting myself sink into the seat. Jacob closes the door on me, but my thoughts are lost and focused only on how much I love this truck.

“So,” he says after opening the passenger door and climbing up next to me, “You ever driven a truck before?” I shake my head, fingers curving experimentally around the thin steering wheel. I can see myself now: driving down the empty highway, the sun blinding against the dry pavement, window down and hair blowing, radio blaring. It’s exactly what I needed, a way for me to get around without needing to borrow the cruiser (which, yes, is illegal) or have Charlie drive me around.

“I can give you lessons,” Jake offers, fingers clasped in his lap, drumming a tune against the opposite knuckles. “If not that’s cool, but she drives a little funny.” “She?” I ask, eyes leaving the steering wheel momentarily to watch his face. He notices, the serene expression dropping from his face and replaced with a quick upturn of his lips.

“Uh, yeah.” He palms the back of his neck roughly and seems almost apologetic. “I have a thing for cars, y’know, so naming them is kinda part of the deal.” I can barely make out a faint red tinge over his cheeks. “Wait, hold on,” I can’t contain the giggle that slips out but firmly press my lips together before trying again. I can only imagine the toothy smile I’m giving him, a girl all too excited over some old truck. Only, this is the perfect old truck. “What’s her name?”

“Betty,” he responds sheepishly, his hand still massaging the back of his neck. “But if you tell anybody that I’ll have to kill you.”

“That’s okay, Betty is our secret.”

And, just like that, I now have a secret with someone. Does this make us friends? Regardless of whatever it makes us, my heart sings happily from within my chest, excited to think that maybe Forks won’t be as lonesome as it’s been this past week. Maybe Jacob and I will become friends and bond over Betty and I won’t only have Charlie and school and books.

“Well, before you accept her turn the keys,” Jacob instructs. I oblige, setting the keys in the ignition and giving them a gentle twist. A roar of mechanical thunder envelopes us. I nearly leap out of my seat in surprise, the loud rumbling of the engine settling in my ears and blocking out all other noises. Jake says something but I can barely hear him from over the thunderous growl of Betty. I turn the keys back and the truck dies down with one last rumble. “She’s loud,” he says obviously.

“She’s perfect.”

Jacob hands me a spare set of keys after we get out, telling me that he’ll be back the day after tomorrow to give me my first driving lesson in the truck. Charlie was all too excited with that idea, even though I already have my license and know how to drive. In fact, other than illegally borrowing the cruiser with Charlie’s permission, I have never committed an illegal act involving a vehicle. If memory serves me correctly, Charlie has two speeding tickets from his youth.

But, I don’t argue against Jake's offer. In fact, I thank him profusely and promise to pay him for the lessons. “Bella,” he says in an exasperated way, as if we’ve known each other for years and I always say such supposedly outlandish things. “Why would you pay me for something I’m offering to you?”

We’ve stopped in front of the Blacks vehicle, a large brown and beige truck which seems to only be a decade newer than the red one. This isn’t saying much for the brown vehicle as the red one could be from the fifties. Billy is wheeling his way down the driveway with Charlie walking beside him, laughing emphatically at something his friend had said.

“That’s crazy,” I respond with a shake of my head. “That’s like me not paying you for the truck.”

“Yeah, I know.” I take pause at this, the words welling up inside my brain and the meaning lost to me for only a moment. Then, like finally finding the missing puzzle piece under the table, I understand what this means and the picture is clear.

“You- I- This truck isn’t free.” The words stutter out of me, the first two the beginnings of messages I abandoned immediately after starting them. This truck, though old, is not cheap, and neither is Jakes’s skill. I should pay him for labour if nothing else, but I know he doesn’t want to include that in the bill. He doesn't want to send me a bill.

“It’s a gift,” he states simply with a shrug of his wide shoulders. Billy pulls up beside me, slapping away Charlie's hand as he tries to adjust his chair for him.

“Careful, Swan,” the older Black warns with hostility. “I have more muscle in these arms than you do in your entire body. Touch the chair and you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Jacob helps Billy into the passenger seat, folding up the wheelchair and securing it into the truck bed with quick hands. Charlie stands beside me, shooting fiery threats back and forth with his friend until Jacob climbs behind the wheel. “Storm coming through,” Jacob says with a wave towards the dark sky. “If you need any help with anything, tying stuff down or moving let me know.” Charlie thanks him for the offer and I lean in to thank him again for the truck and the lessons. I also assure him that the argument over billing is far from over and that he’ll get an earful the next time we meet.

The rest of the day is spent restlessly. I log into my online classes but my attention is continuously claimed by my truck in front of the house. The sun never shows itself, content with hiding behind the cloud coverage. I’m sitting in the living room when Charlie gets home for dinner, my book discarded on the couch somewhere beside me. I reach for it once I see his cruiser pull into the driveway, deciding it would be better to look busy than to look like I’m obsessing over my new means of transportation.

“Bella?” He calls, the door shutting behind him with a creak. At some point I’ll have to oil all the hinges in the house. It’s that or I go clinically insane from the constant noise.

“Yeah, just in here.”

He comes in bearing a brown bag with the Forks Diner logo written on the side. “I brought dinner, it’ll be on the stove.” I nod and thank him, telling him that we can eat together once he’s down and out of uniform. “Well, actually, I won’t be eating until a bit later.” His moustache twitches irritably and he disappears into the kitchen to drop the food off.

“Are you meeting with Billy?” I ask, knowing this isn’t the case. It must be an issue with work causing him to feel stressed. And when he comes back into the living room from the kitchen I’m able to see the tension holding his shoulders in place. “Did something happen at work?” “It’s nothing to worry about,” he assures me, but his words do anything but. So much for police chief being a boring job. “Just those new kids in town, the doctors children,” he waves a hand in the air as if trying to gather his thoughts. “Kicking up trouble in their first week here, something about racing.”

“Oh.” I pull my knees under me and turn to face him fully, my arms hanging over the back of the couch like a child.

“Anyways, no big deal I’m sure they’re just used to city life or something.” But, my fathers tone indicates that he most definitely does not believe his own words. In Charlie's books a bad apple is always a bad apple, and he’s probably dreading all the other trouble these kids will kick up. “I’ve just gotta go check-in with them, make sure it doesn’t happen again.” His hand moves towards my arm, as if to pat me goodbye but it stutters midair, falling back to his side awkwardly.

I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, biting on it as he mutters a goodbye and leaves through the front door without looking at me again. I wonder when this will get any easier.

Renee left Charlie a year into their young marriage, taking me away to live with her in Arizona. She had given me partial reasons over the years for her leaving, talking of them being too young, the weather too wet, how she wanted a life where she could be free from responsibilities. I’m not sure whether it dawned on her that a child constitutes a responsibility, but she took me to every yoga class and rarely left me with a babysitter.

My mother was never too keen on Forks, not that I fault her for it, the weather leaves much to be desired and there’s virtually nothing to do. But, because of her disliking I rarely visited my father, my first extended visit being when I was twelve and stayed the entire summer as Renee travelled with her then-boyfriend. I came back to a scrapbook of kissy photos and pressed leaves from her travels, all I had to show for my trip was a runny nose and a strong distaste for hamburgers. One can only eat so many burgers before the novelty wears off.

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the-necessary-unnecessary · 3 years

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thanks for all those wonderful gifs, I appreciate all the work you put in!! Do you mind me asking how you get them to be of such high quality and still be able to upload on here? I always have to compromise mine to be able to post them - and it wrecks the quality 😅

Hello! Sorry I took a while to reply and also sorry in advance because I'm not sure how helpful this answer is going to be I shall try :)

The process completely depends on whether you were more referring to film gifs or football match gifs. Because for the former it's all in the film file I download, unless it's already high quality to begin with (at least 720p but it's strongly strongly recommended to get a 1800p one) then you're already in a losing battle. So even if on tumblr the quality decreases there's no as much of a difference in the end. And then I use the trusty VLC to record the sections that I want to gif

For football gifs, I again always try and find a high quality file of the match. This may involve downloading a match off youtube using a converter that let's you download them at 1800p such as this one. Sometimes I'm able to download the match directly from the provider myself (like I did yesterday from kijk) which is just one less step to let the quality go down. More often than not though I just screen record parts of the match which makes the process faster but usually means there isn't as high a quality.

Once on photoshop, I think the main thing i do to try and at least fake some quality is play around with the colouring and sharpening tools. For football gifs I mainly focus on levels (mainly moving the middle one down to around 75/80 depending and the right one up which varies more depending on whether I used curves) and vibrance (I am usually way too liberal with moving the vibrance one up and only slightly if at all use saturation). Depending, I may also use curves to brighten it up properly and hue/saturation by decreasing the yellows and/or reds to make their faces less orangy. I'd like to believe these settings make the gif look more vibrant and therefore of better quality but idk.

As for sharpening, photoshop crashed the other day and reset the sharpening settings I had basically perfected so im still in the process of trying to refind those, plus they're also different depending on whether you've got people close up or its a wide playing shot. I use smart sharpen and then unsharp mask.

There's also preferred dimensions/sizes photoshop likes so for the best quality crop your images down to those:

(creds to the original poster) and they also always look of better quality when there's more than one in a row.

My exporting settings are adaptive and diffusion which I am not sure whether they are the best but ah well. And also tumblr allows up to 10mb for gifs now thankfully so im usually always able to save it fully as i wanted even if it's quite long.

Then actually on tumblr I know some people like to upload the gifs onto giphy first and then link them over to a tumblr post as they find it messes with the quality less. So perhaps try that to see whether you can notice any more improvements? Personally I gave it a few goes and decided it wasn't worth the extra effort so I now just upload them directly to tumblr, sometimes using a colour gradient on the caption to try and draw attention away from the pixelation of the actual gifs lol and tadaa that's usually the end of my process!

I hope this helps a bit, and feel free to specify more concretely where I can help you with if this hasn't totally answered your question. And also thank youuuu, I appreciate your appreciation 💞

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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 years

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Hero Deku meets Singer Shouto

Hi @ire-mired, I’m your secret santa for the @bnhagiftexchange. Sorry you had to wait so long for this. I hope you enjoy this, it was really hard to pick between the ships and I hope the story was good. It’s more pre-relationship but it just worked out. I thought since I was doing singer!Shouto, I thought it’d be cool to have Quirkless Hero!Izuku as well. There’s a little easter egg from the todoshindeku story ‘Heroics and Other Things That Don’t Require Superheros’ by @thenarator if you’re interested. I hope you enjoy!

Izuku climbed out of the town car. He still felt weird about being carted around like this. Even when he was in civilian clothes, he tended to use his high air pressured shoes to hop around everywhere. Which of course is half of where all those bunny comments came from but it was easier. Public transport got crowded when they realised the quirkless hero Deku was on the same train or bus as them.

But he could keep his comments about it to himself today. Today was special.

“Deku, welcome! We can’t thank you enough for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come today.” The man waiting by the door said, once the hero was close enough. He was in a suit and seemed perfectly put together but he didn’t reek of ‘I’m-to-good-for-everyone’.

“Of course I made time. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“The kids will be so happy their favourite hero came. You have no idea how much they look up to you.”

“That makes me very happy to hear. Shall we get started?” Izuku asked.

“Of course, right this way. And thank you again for taking the back entrance. We’re all for press taking interest in our cause, but they tend to be a bit overzealous. We handpicked a few to be inside with us. Thank you for the recommendations.”

“My pleasure.”

Izuku walked through the community centre, wishing once again this existed when he was a kid. He was born quirkless, part of the 1%. Growing up had been horrible. Bullied by his best friend (who eventually apologized and was once again on good terms with), treated horribly by prejudice teachers and neighbours, feeling like a burden to his mother, who didn’t know how to encourage him. He’d even been told by his idol All Might he couldn’t be a hero, the one thing he wanted more than anything in the world. He was surprised to later find out, that same day he met the famed hero and found out his secret, to also find out he’d once been quirkless.

“I had forgotten what it was like to wish for something as simple as someone telling me I could. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the one to tell you that when you needed to hear it.”

All Might – Yagi Toshinori, had offered him his quirk, but in that split second, all Izuku could think of was, ‘what if I can tell someone they can be a hero?’. He’d been quirkless his whole life and it felt like if he said yes, he’d forget where he came from and everything, he faced years later. So he turned down the quirk. When he explained his reasoning, Toshinori smiled.

“Yes, I think we deserve a hero who can prove quirks aren’t everything. Would you still take my offer on helping you get ready for the exams?”

Years later, he’d made it, the first quirkless hero. He still got slander and got yelled at by bigoted people for ‘putting ideas into people’s heads’ but he felt proud of himself. He’d been put into the General Studies class and met Shinsou Hitoshi, a guy with what people considered a villain’s quirk. Together, they proved to everyone that their quirks, or lack thereof, wouldn’t make them unfit heroes. After 3 years with dealing with the League of Villains, internships and general high school drama, he and Hitoshi opened up their agency, with a few of their other class and school mates, Underdog Agency. Name being a tiny bit misleading for those who didn’t know the heroes behind it, but it fit them to a T.

Now whenever he was asked, and he could fit it in between patrols, paperwork and general heroing, he’d go to talks about quirkless kids, charity events, visit schools, anything he could to help lower the stigmatism of quirkless people and to give them a bit of hope. They could be whatever they wanted to be, no matter what anyone said.

This event, was a fundraising event held a community centre geared towards people without quirks. There was a performance stage that was live streamed, mixed in with a silent auction and him, Deku talking with all the kids and visiting people. Just his name alone was bringing in money for the centre. The main gathering area was filled with kids, who’s attention was all on a stage with bright lights all focused on one person.

Split red and white hair, enchanting dual eyes and the grace of season dancer with the voice of an angel. God, he could hear Hitoshi teasing him already.

“I didn’t know Shouto would be here.” He said, trying to sound nonchalant. He didn’t think he sold it but thankfully, the director didn’t know him well enough to guess what he was thinking.

“Well a decent number of our kids unfortunately deal with abusive households or family members. We’ve only just started getting to help these kids so they aren’t forced to be subjected to a quirk heavy view in placing them in new homes or even helping them. Shouto has always been an advocate for helping kids from abusive households, no matter what their quirk or lack thereof. A few kids had written him letters and he apparently rearranged his whole schedule to be here tonight. If you’d like, we’d be more than willing to introduce you to him?”

Introduce him to the guy whose songs have been working as encouragement since his second year after he debuted? It was like a dream come true.

“Sure.”

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Shouto didn’t like heroes. Well, to be more accurate, he didn’t like top tier heroes. They got away with whatever they wanted and nothing could be changed. It didn’t matter that the small burst of courage that came over his sister to film his father’s ‘training’ and upload it had exposed the Number 2 hero and the corrupt Hero’s Commission, things didn’t change. The Commission might be scrutinized by the public, but he refused to believe they’d actually stick to their promise of being better.

It was easy to lose himself in the world of singing. His mother did it a lot, still did. After his father was gone, finally gone, he felt lost. He could have been a hero; prove he’d be better than his father but the idea of following in his footsteps filled him with so much dread. He didn’t attend school for a whole semester, trying to figure out what to do with his life. They moved closer to the countryside, away from the public eye and he’d been helping out at a local festival, lending his voice to one of the dance performances when the lady came up to him. She was on vacation with her friends but she couldn’t shut off her work brain after hearing him sing.

“An idol?” Fuyumi had asked in confusion, trying to wrap her head around the whole thing. “Shouto?”

“His voice is amazing. He’d be a trainee for a while and if the company thinks he can make it, he’d debut. How far he’ll go would be up to him, fans and the company but he’d learn so many skills as a trainee. Just think about it. You wouldn’t have to go there until next month for the monthly meeting with new recruits.”

And he did think about it. A lot. It had been his mother who eventually helped him decide. Even while still in the hospital in the city, after his father’s arrest he finally convinced himself to see his mother. She still loved him and always would.

“Would you want to sing?” she had asked.

“I guess? I’ve been doing it more often. But if I do this, what if he sees and he tries to come after me?”

“Shouto,” she said calmly. Her, the one who was still hurt from everything she had to endure from the person she called a husband. “He’s never going to come after you. you have a chance to do something you want to do. But it’s up to you. I know it’s been hard to figure out where you want to go from here, but remember, you can make your choice now. So, do you want to sing?”

So he decided to at least become a trainee. Moving back to the city was scary. He had to convince himself that his dad wasn’t going to come swoping in and lock him away. The Commission had been dragging their feet in offering any sort of support, which made him dislike them even more, even in the new era of it. But being a trainee made it easy to forget it. If he worked harder than everyone, it wasn’t because he was forced, it was because he wanted to. His siblings would still drag him away from practise if it was getting to be too much. He learned to dance and found he was good at it. He learned to speak different languages. He learned how to make friends, enemies and everything in between.

So when they said he would debut, he agreed, because right there on the stage, was what felt right to him. That still didn’t mean he liked heroes.

With his advocacy to kids in abusive homes, he met a lot of heroes who’d show up to support or even PR related. Very few of them did he actual end up liking, having to keep a smile on in front of kids, but letting his blank face take hold if the ones he didn’t like tried talking to him privately. When he heard there was a hero coming to this charity event for quirkless kids, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Bring a hero in a room full of kids who didn’t have quirks of their own? That outta be good.

He was focused on signing the books and sheets the kids passed to him that he almost didn’t see the director of the charity wave him over. Standing next to him had to be the hero, judging from his green suit and metal face guard that sat around his neck. He did notice the shoes he was wearing, red high tops. Thing was, he’d seen the same pair of shoes, in different colours, on the feet of the kids. Why would a hero wear a brand of shoes made for quirkless people?

“Shouto, I’d like to introduce you to our hero celebrity for the night, Deku. Deku, our celebrity performer, Shouto.”

“Nice to meet you.” the hero Deku said, bright smile on his face. At least it looked genuine.

“Pleasure.”

“Oh my gosh! It’s the Quirkless Hero Deku!” one of the kids shouted and before they knew it, they were surrounded by kids, most of them trying to hang off the tall hero.

Quirkless Hero? He’d never heard of him, but then again, he tended to ignore heroes in general. But at least the kids wouldn’t feel awkward with a hero flexing their quirk when they had none.

“Shouto, did you see? Deku came!” one of the younger girls said, hanging off his arm. “He’s quirkless just like us. He has a lot of support items and he’s really smart! He was able to create a plan to take down that huge crime ring, did you hear about that?”

He’d been living in a recording studio around then so not really, but he nodded anyway. The kids seemed excited and the guy seemed genuine, so clearly, he must not be that bad. He watched him talk to the kids, a huge smile on his face, answering questions just as quickly as they were thrown at him.

Shouto didn’t like top tier heroes, but it seemed that Deku wasn’t that bad. He hoped he didn’t disappoint.

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Talking with the kids kept his spirits up when having to talk to adults, some of whom had some annoying backhanded comments to make about quirkless people. It was annoying some were only giving money to make themselves look better but he’d rather put up with comments then have the kids get no support and live with life just as bad as he used to have it. Shame Hitoshi couldn’t come, people tended to forget when they got full of themselves how easy it was for Hitoshi to take control and make them do things. Only minor, he was a hero after all, but then again, who didn’t have a short fuse for annoying people?

“Excuse me,” a voice interrupted. It was Shouto. His shirt had been unbuttoned a bit after his performance and his clothes were rumpled from all the kids who’d been hanging off of him. “Do you mind if I steal Deku?”

“Ah. I have to ask; you have such a powerful quirk? Why waste it singing around on stage?” one of the doners, who’d also been giving well disguised scathing comments about quirkless people – Izuku really wanted to punch him, or at least throw him out – asked.

“Maybe because unlike some people, I don’t have to flaunt my quirk to be liked. Excuse us.” Shouto said, before pulling Izuku away. “Asshole.” He muttered, loud enough for Izuku to hear.

“I was pretty close to punching him myself. Downside to doing these events, some of those guys slip through and you have to remind yourself that their money helps make the kids’ lives better.”

Shouto had pulled them to a less populated area of the room and took a seat on the floor. There were seats nearby but the dual haired singer seemed quite at home on the floor, so he sat next to him, keeping a decent distance between them. he had been able to keep his fanboying down – Toshinori would be so proud – and he didn’t want to mess up now.

“I have to admit, I was surprised to hear there was a quirkless hero. When I heard a hero was coming, all I could think was that some oversized ego UA graduate was just gonna flaunt their quirk and make some of these kids feel bad.”

“Well, some heroes have less flashy quirks, would that of been so bad?” he wasn’t insulted that Shouto never heard of him. The agency wasn’t as big as some of the others, Hitoshi worked mostly underground and even though he was good, people still liked to disregard him as a hero due to the lack of his quirk. He didn’t care. He graduated from Class A of UA, made an agency right out of school and worked with bigger heroes on missions they needed his help with. The people who mattered noticed him and he was helping kids like him to believe they could do anything.

“I guess. To be honest, I’m not a fan of heroes. I know with how much that’s being given by some of these people, they’d have to bring in a big hero but also be sensitive to the kids. How have I never heard of you?”

Izuku scratched the back of his head. “I’m 8 on the ranking list? Most of the time they tend to ignore me since I’m quirkless. A lot of people still think I shouldn’t do this without a quirk.”

Shouto looked surprised. “You’re in the top 10 and they think you shouldn’t be doing this? What are they idiots?”

“Well, I was taught by the former Number 1 and I’ve seen the pressure it puts on people, so as long as the people who matter know I’m there to protect them, that’s all that matters.”

Shouto hummed thoughtfully. “Kinda like me and singing, I guess. The guy was right, I do have a pretty powerful quirk but…” he trailed off, like he didn’t know how to word what he said next. “I didn’t want to be a hero. I wanted to be something else. So I decided to sing.”

“I know.” It kinda came out of him without permission, but Izuku was known for just going with it once he started something. “You debuted during my second year. Surprisingly, things got a lot more intense during second year, this coming from a graduate of a class singled out by the League. Your songs gave me a boost to keep pushing forward. So, I wanted to say thank you. I know you didn’t sing to you know, do that, but I’m glad you decided to do it.”

Before Shouto could open his mouth, a group of kids came rushing over, jumping on the two adults.

“Shouto, can we braid your hair? It’s so long! You said we could do it later since you had to perform.”

“Deku, is it true you wanted to look like a bunny?”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Izuku asked out loud.

“Because your hood has ears.” The child answered matter-of-factly.

“It’s supposed to be All Might’s hair.” He muttered before deciding to distract them by asking the kids their favourite things to do. The girls who came over had already made quick work ok tying up his hair with a random bag of hairties.

“Fan of All Might?” Shouto asked around the working hands. He seemed completely at ease with his head being moved around every two seconds

“Well, he was quirkless for most of his life. I found that out when I first met him and that’s what helped me decide to really try and be a hero without a quirk.”

“That’s why he’s our favourite!” one of the kids said, making himself quite at home on Izuku’s lap.

“Well I hope I can still inspire you guys to go after your dreams. Just know even if it seems like no one does, I believe in you guys. Always will.”

That statement did lead to all the kids jumping on him in happiness, sending him tumbling back. He saw Shouto smiling down at him, still looking amazing with his messy hair.

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The silent auction was coming to an end and he and Deku had been asked to announce the winners. To keep the kids from distracting them, they waited in a small office not far from the main area.

“So, what does Japan’s first quirkless hero when he’s not advocating for quirkless people?” Shouto asked, shaking his head as he pulled out all the messy braids.

“when I’m not heroing? My best friend Hitoshi takes me to all these cat cafes and I take the chance to try out all the match au late they have. I remember I had this amazing one on I-Island. I’ve been trying to find one just as good since.”

“Well, the ones they have at the café at my company’s building are pretty good. You should come by.” The singer took in the hero’s surprised face. He wasn’t into heroes, but this one was one of the decent ones, even a really good one. “remind me to give you my number later and when you have time, I can show you. plus, their cakes are to die for.”

“Shouto, Deku, we’re ready for you.” the director called before the hero could give an answer.

The singer sent a smile over his shoulder, enjoying how red the hero had become. He did get Deku’s number by the end of the night, plus his name.

Izuku. Hmm, maybe he’d get to call him that more often.

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