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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 5: Things Fall Apart

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It was a bright morning when you awoke from a restless slumber. Your sleep felt as if it only lasted a few minutes before your body unwillingly thrust you into the day.

Your hand immediately went to the nightstand beside you, seeking your glasses. When the search proved fruitless, you finally opened your crust-filled eyes to seek them out with your less than average vision.

It was only when you recognized Darius’s soft snores did you remember what happened to your glasses. Thinking about it now, perhaps you could have kept them? Though you quickly shoved those thoughts away with logic.

Not only would the cracks strain your vision and lead to headaches, but it also risked the pieces loosening and falling straight into your eyes. It was the safer option to just throw them out. After all, you weren’t blind without them or anything.

Rubbing the crusts out of your eyes, you made your way to the bathroom. Doing your daily routine of washing your face with a clean washcloth, before pushing any stray hairs away from your damp face.

Staring at the mirror with half-lidded eyes, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a shower. You were still wary of the mud beneath your fingernails, and possibly elsewhere. Of course, you took a shower not long after your conversation with Darius; although it was a quick one filled with thundering thoughts.

It’d be nice to have a shower with music and not just your thoughts to fill your mind. Though you’d have to ask Brooklynn if you could borrow her phone if you wanted to listen to any music. And though you had grown closer to her, you still wouldn’t speak with her of your own free will.

And so you had a shower with nothing but your thoughts to occupy your mind.

By the time you finish your shower, it seemed Darius had finally woken up. Given the fact he had just barged into the lounge while shouting a greeting. He sure slept in a lot despite being a so-called dinosaur enthusiast.

You sat next to Ben, who offered a crayon to you. With a confused glance, you took it before your eyes lowered to what was taking up his attention. He was coloring in those kiddie drawing pages. You joined him with a shrug.

“Not in a ‘whoo-hoo’ mood this morning, Darius.” Kenji addressed him as he leaned back in a wheeled computer chair. “Not after yesterday. Trekking through a rainstorm will do that.”

Ben momentarily stops coloring to argue, “We only had to walk because you crashed our gyrosphere.”

When Kenji meets his eyes with a glare, Ben squeaks before leaning backwards behind Darius’s standing form.

Darius ignores the obvious tension and instead focuses on the positives. “But today’s a new day! Kayak day!” He said excitedly.

As he passed by Sammy and Yasmina, he continued to rant about how exciting it would be to kayak alongside dinosaurs. Though you weren’t too excited considering how riding along with them in the gyrospheres went.

Darius pauses his ranting as his eyes search the lounge room. “Wait, where are Dave and Roxie?”

“The babysitters took off early and left this,” Kenji says angrily as he uses the chair to glide over to Darius and slap a sticky note onto his chest.

Darius reads the note aloud. “BRB. Gotta go. Boss-talk. BB. Later. Smiley face. Is that a dinosaur emoji with a thumbs up?” It was quite apparent who wrote it.

“It’s Dave talk. Roxie translated on the back.” Kenji huffed.

Turning the note around, Darius read the note once more. “We have to go talk to our boss. Stay inside until we return. Draw, bond, whatever. The radio’s set for channel six in case you need us. Stay inside, stay inside. Do not leave. Kenji, looking at you.” Darius chuckles.

“Sorry for the kid’s menus, it’s all Dave had...” Darius finished as he turned around to stare at the kiddie menus.

Kenji complained about how the counselors didn’t consider how old they all were.

“I mean, when was the last time you saw a crayon?” Kenji questioned no one in particular.

Ben happily turns the paper he was working on around to showcase a crude drawing of him and Bumpy. You barely held back a snicker at his proud smile.

Yasmina hummed pointedly, “I have notes.”

“Yasmina!” Sammy shoved her playfully with a giggle.

The double doors draw everyone’s attention as Brooklynn aggressively slammed them open.

“What’s new on the internet, superstar?” Yasmina addressed her. With her crossed arms and scowl obviously present on her face, you couldn’t help but grimace at whatever was to come.

“I wouldn’t know. Because when I went to get my phone from its charger, it wasn’t there!” She said, her voice a touch away from a shout. Scratch that, she was definitely shouting. Damn. The things technology does to society…

“Someone stole my phone.” She declared.

Yasmina dismissed her accusation with a sigh. “Brooklynn, who hasn’t had your phone?”

“I-I needed to check the weather last night…” Ben stuttered.

“Dr. Sattler posted a new column on microfossils yesterday…” Darius held his hands behind his back.

“... too good to miss the selfie opp, but I haven’t used it since then, I swear!” Kenji admitted with a smile. His words mixed with Darius’s as everyone scrambled to defend themselves.

Brooklynn rolls her eyes in disappointment, though her gaze ends up locking onto Sammy.

“I… haven’t seen it either.” Sammy said nervously when Brooklynn’s stare didn’t waver.

“Really?” Brooklynn almost growled.

Darius stepped in before the fighting got out of hand. “Hey, hey, it’s okay! Since we’re not kayaking till later, we’ll have plenty of time to look for the phone.”

However, it appeared his attempt at defusing the situation didn’t satisfy Brooklynn in the slightest.

“Oh, I think I know exactly where to look.” She spoke with confidence as she strolled up to Sammy.

“I also think that whoever took the phone might be trying to hide some of the things that are on it.” With a single brow raised, she glowered at the girl sitting before her. “What do you think, Sammy?”

“Um, what?”

Yasmina jumped to defend her. “What is your deal? Sammy said she didn’t touch it! Ever think you might have just lost the stupid thing?”

While it was really none of your business, you sided with Sammy too. Brooklynn wasn’t making any sense, and despite you becoming closer with her yesterday, you felt that logic overpowered that closeness.

“Yasmina’s right. What reason would Sammy have to steal your phone?” Ben briefly distracted you by snatching the crayon you were holding. You didn’t mind, you don’t feel like drawing anymore.

A flash of betrayal crosses Brooklynn’s face, while a prideful smirk grows on Yasmina’s.

“See? You’re just making random accusations over a phone, of all things.”

Brooklynn’s brows furrowed as she hummed sarcastically. “Well, let’s check her bags and test that theory out.” She made her way towards Sammy’s belongings before Yasmina blocked her pathway.

“You do not get to go through anyone’s stuff. I don’t care how famous you think you are!”

Sammy held a pained face as she tried to talk to Brooklynn. “I didn’t-”

Darius, once again the peacemaker, interrupted before a full-on fight could break out. “Brooklynn, guys, come on! We can’t be this upset over phones. Let’s make the most of this incredible opportunity! This is Jurassic World! It’s—it’s—”

A roar interrupts him before he can finish. The camp goes still in silence as everyone processes what they all just heard.

“What was that?” Brooklynn’s eyes bounced around the room as if the roar had come from within it.

“Um, a T. Rex?” Kenji guesses.

Darius shakes his head. “Mm-mm. I don’t think so.”

“Then what kind of dinosaur does it sound like?” Ben asks, though it’s in vain considering everyone is running to the balcony to see the culprit of the roar.

He says something else, but you’re not sure what it is as you rush towards the balcony to get a look.

“Where’s it comin’ from?” Sammy pushes her dark hair out of her face. She’s outright avoiding Brooklynn’s death stare by looking at everything but her.

“Can’t see anything from here. The trees are blocking everything.” Yasmina answers.

“Maybe they’re moving a new dino from the lab to another enclosure.” Darius gasps. “We can probably see it from the observation tower! Could be cool.” He grins.

Sammy pushes herself away from Brooklynn’s hard stare and grabs hold of Darius’s forearm. “Wow, that’s a great idea, Darius! What are we waiting for?”

With Sammy rushing the lot of you into the elevator that leads to the bottom floor, you can’t help but feel uneasy.

There’s just too many things going on. First Brooklynn accuses Sammy of all people of stealing her phone, and now there might be a dinosaur out and about the camp?

The second one you’re less surprised about. It was plain to see with the compy on the first day that these people obviously didn’t know how to handle these prehistoric creatures. Although you hoped no problems would arise during your stay, it seems you really couldn’t hope for anything these days.

The first, however, you’re still confused about. If you were going to accuse anyone of stealing Brooklynn’s phone, it would be Kenji. And even then he’d probably do it more so in a teasing manner, like those boys who shut girl’s chromebooks in school and such. You didn’t think he’d outright steal it or anything. But you truly couldn’t understand how Sammy made her way to the top of Brooklynn’s suspect list. And with the other things Brooklynn said, you were even more confused.

With a sigh, you decided that thinking about it with such little context would go nowhere. For now, you could only hope to satiate your curiosity about one thing; the roar. And then, hopefully, Dave and Roxie would come back and scold you all for leaving, despite their instructions. Then you’d all either kayak anyway, or you’d all be sentenced to staying within the camp grounds. Which you didn’t really mind. But like you said, you couldn’t hope for much nowadays.

That statement echoed inside your mind as you watched the two (supposedly) strongest campers struggle with the blue gate blocking your guys’ entrance to the observation tower.

Your disappointment grew with each time Yasmina and Kenji shoved their weight into the metal gate.

“It’s locked.” Kenji stated, and you couldn’t help the snicker that escaped you. Kenji’s gaze snaps to you, and you turn your head away with a deadpan expression.

Luckily, Ben draws his attention away from you before he can get too offended. “Oh, wow. Guess we can’t get in. We should all go back before someone comes along and we get in trouble.”

While looking at Ben’s retreating form, Kenji seems to notice the lack of the security. “Wait, where is everybody?”

Everyone spares a glance around as he continues. “Uh, there’s usually someone around.”

For once, Kenji is right. And your chest tightens in unease. Something was going on, yet without the camp counselors that were supposed to be responsible with you all, you had no means of knowing what was going on.

Your brows furrowed, and you remembered something. Wasn’t there a walkie talkie that Roxie and Dave left your group to communicate with? That would be really helpful right about now. You could tell the responsible adults (who never seemed to fit into their role) what you all heard, and also find out what was going on.

As you solidified your reasoning, your shoes did a 180 as you turned around to head back to camp. You guys weren’t getting into the observation tower, no matter how big Kenji said his muscles were. Might as well get some info.

“If we’re doing this,” Brooklynn says as she pulls out a Bobby pin from her hair. “Then we might as well do this.”

Wait what?

In a matter of seconds, Brooklynn swings the metal door open. “Ta-da!”

Why did Brooklynn have to be so good at everything? It was times like this that you wished you could’ve gone back to a time before your parent’s pity parties. If it weren’t for their lack of responsibility, you wouldn’t even be here right now.

“You coming, Dino-buddy?”

Darius’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts, his hand resting on your forearm. He seemed hesitant to grip your arm with any actual strength.

“Maybe they’d rather go back to the camp? Y’know, it’s just the safest option. I bet they understand that.” Ben dragged you into his anxious precautions.

You could go back and get in contact with some adults, but where have adults gotten you so far? On a dinosaur filled island with a bunch of people you have nothing in common with. It’s a little too obvious what your choice was.

“No, I’m coming.” You forcefully tugged your arm out of Darius’s grip and began trudging towards the now open observation tower gate.

Darius and Ben shared a look before following your form.

At the top of the observation, everyone panted out of exhaustion, admittedly even you. Now, you didn’t run or anything like that; you don’t enjoy putting in more work than necessary. Let’s just say that Jurassic World needs to consider adding a lift to this tower of theirs.

Your group’s panting paused as a rumbling overtook the silence of the island. It almost sounded like footsteps.

“There’s something out there,” Brooklynn whispered.

“Something big.” Darius added.

You all stood in anxious anticipation as the crashing footsteps got closer and closer. It was only when a brachiosaurus came into view as it bellowed that you all let out a relieved sigh. Some more out of disappointment than relief.

From his previous crouching position on the floor beside you, Ben stood up. “Ooh! Mystery solved. Guess we should head back now.”

However, Darius seemed less than satisfied. “But that doesn’t make any sense. Brachiosauruses don’t roar like that.”

You had to agree on that one, both from what you know and research you’ve done. Brachiosauruses only let out those low bellows. There was another dinosaur, but where?

Your lips pursed in agitation as Darius gave a bad impression of a brachiosaurus bellow to prove his point.

“Didn’t quite catch that. Uh, one more time?” Kenji razzed.

The sound of shouting from below immediately took your guys’ attention. Two men ran up to the base of the observation tower and yelled nonsensical words at your little group.

They were little blurs to you, because of the distance, but you could tell they were upset.

“We should probably get down. Roxie’s going to throw a fit.” You didn’t include Dave because he didn’t seem to mind much when you all were in danger.

Darius glanced at you and nodded. “Yeah, but they seem really adamant about something.”

Your jaw clenched as your gaze met his. “What do you think they’re adamant about, Darius? We’re not supposed to be up here.”

His eyes widened at your tone. “Okay, what is up with everyone today?”

“I told you we’d get in trouble!” Ben wailed, gripping the railing as he stared down at the men.

“You’re gonna have to speak up!” Kenji shouted at the men. You wondered why he thought they could hear him when your group of 7 couldn’t hear a single word they were saying.

With a screech that only vaguely resembled its usual bellows, the brachiosauruses suddenly fell behind the trees it was grazing.

Your heads snapped to the sudden movement, and varying cries of surprise rang out across your bunch. Only a heavy silence followed.

Despite the event, the men below were undeterred. Instead, they kept yelling. If it weren’t for your blurry vision, maybe you could’ve expected what happened next. Or maybe you should have, despite it. After all, it’s a bad idea to make so much noise after a humongous dinosaur like the brachiosaurus got taken down.

Either way, the men’s bodies ended up as stains on the ground below. The only indicator that they didn’t just suddenly implode was the blurry white, almost gray blur hovering over their corpses.

You couldn’t even identify the creature. You wanted to blame that on your lack of glasses, but you’ve never seen, nor heard of a dinosaur like the one beneath you.

It didn’t even eat them. Their mangled corpses were still visible. At least the red of their corpses was. That was the biggest blur out of all. Just red.

“What is that?” Yasmina muttered, her voice barely audible against the wind.

Ben grabbed your shoulder as he screamed, “It got him! It got him!” His eyes were wide with terror.

You could hardly imagine what this scene might look like to those with better vision. To the rest of them, these aren’t blurs, these are living creatures. Or at least two of them were living creatures.

“Dr. Wu’s lab!” Brooklynn gasped. “There was a dinosaur. In--”

“Indominus Rex.” Sammy whispered.

Brooklynn turned to her with raised brows. “How do you know that name?”

Sammy stayed silent.

Darius stammered. “But there’s no dinosaur named--”

“There’s no time. We need to leave.” Sammy said with a serious voice. Which you never expected to hear from someone like her.

“Now, now, now! We have to go!” she hurried.

Kenji pushed against the stair railing as he leaned away from the edge of the tower. “Up here is safe, down there isn’t. Besides, this high up, it’s not like Whatever-Rex can even see us.”

The so-called Indominus Rex certainly had better vision than you, because once its head turned towards the tower, it let out a roar as it came stomping closer.

Kenji just had to say something.

With a flick of its head, the blue gate that you all had been stuck in front of became a maimed jumble of metal bars.

The tower shook as the creature attempted to climb up with terrifying intensity. You all yelped and grabbed a hold of anything around you to keep your grounding. Apparently, for Ben, your left leg appeared to be quite grounding.

If it weren’t for the situation at hand, you’d have asked him why he trusted you enough not to kick him off and leave him to the wolves. Or dinosaur, in this case. Was it even a dinosaur, though? It couldn’t be anything else, especially with Brooklynn and Sammy’s little exchange.

Dr. Wu’s lab? Indominus Rex? What the hell was going on today? You couldn’t think on it any longer though, because the very structure keeping your group safe above the ground was crumbling from the weight of this monstrous dinosaur.

Normally you wouldn’t call any dinosaur a monster, a circle of life and all. But this one was a special case.

Screaming filled the air as you all tumbled about, balance thrown off by the constant motion of the tower. In only a few seconds, Sammy had fallen over the railing, her savior being Yasmina’s quick reaction.

“Sammy!” she yelled.

Seeing her vulnerable state, the creature briefly paused its climbing and opened its jaws impossibly wide. Mouth snapping with each desperate swing of Sammy’s body. It even jumped a bit to meet her halfway, as if she was a little toy dangling just out of reach.

You pulled yourself out of these thoughts as Darius grabbed ahold of Sammy’s forearm and reminded yourself that one of your fellow campers was literally dangling from the edge of the observation tower.

You grabbed her right arm, and not too soon after, you all pulled Sammy from the railing with the help of the rest of the camp. And though she almost fell back because of the creature below ramming itself into the tower, she quickly regained her bearings as she pulled herself up and over the railing.

“The zip line. Go, go, go!” Darius pointed.

Brooklynn and Kenji shoved Ben into the seat first. Ben yapped at the sudden push.

With another swing of its head, the tower shook again because of the dinosaur’s assault.

“I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!” Ben wailed as he relentlessly attempted to buckle the zip pine belt across his torso.

With everything going on, you knew it was only natural to panic over little things such as this, especially someone like Ben. But you couldn’t help but get a bit agitated at his continuous whining.

“Here!” you barked, grabbing his hands and forcing them together as the belt let out a satisfying click. With the belt locked on, the seat automatically turned and moved at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Kenji, seemingly at a similar level of doneness as you, pulled Ben’s chair backwards and shoved it forwards with a force that you’re ashamed to say impressed you.

Ben screamed the whole time, but he appeared to have a safe descent. However, you couldn’t say the same to the rest of your group.

With the dinosaur’s relentless attacks on the tower, the rest of you were hurrying to get into the zipline seats. Sammy, Kenji, and Brooklynn’s seats all bumped into Ben’s as he suddenly came to a stop.

You could hear them all yelling, and it only got louder as your seat came at theirs at full speed. You gripped the seat bar tightly and held your head away so you wouldn’t bump it against the bar like Kenji.

You and Brooklyn yelped as you two collided.

“Sorry.” You whispered. She only looked at you with conflicted eyes.

“Ben, what did you do?” Kenji accused.

“Nothing! It just stopped!” Ben cried out.

Hearing more shouting from behind you, you turned your head and immediately regretted it.

Darius was hanging off Yasmina and her seat, and they were coming at you all, full throttle.

You would’ve screamed if the collision didn’t happen sooner than you expected. Luckily, Darius and Yasmina’s risky decision making got you all moving again.

“It’s working! It’s working!” Darius shouted.

So this was one of those crazy plans of his? You had to admit; they came in clutch.

You quickly took back that statement when the wire you all were zip lining on went slack, and the chairs detached from it. However, the chairs weren’t the only things that had detached, the seat belts keeping you in the seats had automatically released as well. Leaving you all to plummet to the ground below.

Though in retrospect, that was a good thing, at least now your bunch won’t break any bones under the weight of the seats.

At least that’s something you’d think about if you didn’t black out before you could even hit the tree line. Suppose it was a convenient thing to happen, since you didn’t get to feel the way your body aggressively hit the ground.

Or at least you believe it did. You could’ve gently floated all the way down like some sort of holy being for all you know. But you know fully that something like that isn’t possible. Mercy isn’t something granted to those on Isla Nublar.

You’re certain that’s true when you come to and all you can feel is pain. It’s almost a guarantee that you’re gonna have some bruises later. Possibly a concussion if you’ve run out of your bit of luck.

You’re still trying to recover from the rough fall when your body is violently shaken by no other than Ben. Not only that, but he’s muttering your name in this pathetic tone like you just died. You almost wish you did if it stopped you from experiencing this nightmare.

“I’m fine.” His hands don’t move from their place on your shoulders and you’re forced to shrug them off. “And stop that.”

He huddles closer to you as you look around, noticing the rest of the group conversing.

“Stop what?” Your head turns, and he’s right in your face.

With a jolt, you bring your hands to his chest and force him away from you.

“Being so touchy!”

With eyes like a kicked puppy, he apologizes. However, he doesn’t stop despite your complaints. He still keeps himself uncomfortably close to you, shoulders hunched and eyes searching for the monster from earlier. He shows some understanding and stands farther than he was before, at least.

Although even as you walk over to the rest of the group, he refuses to be more than half a foot away from you.

“The observation tower was that way? Or was it that way? I…” Brooklynn sighs.

A hand grabs your shoulder and you’re just about at your limit with Ben. Though when you turn around to scold him once more, it turns out to be your alleged dino-buddy, Darius.

“Are you okay?” He asks, eyes searching your form for any visible injuries from the fall.

“Yeah.” You say curtly. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Darius chews his lips anxiously, and you almost apologize.

Before you’re able to, Darius is patting his chest for something, and then his eyes widen and he searches his clothes for something unseen.

“Where’s—No, no.” He whimpers. “My necklace, I left it in my bunk!”

A roar rings out across the forest, causing your group to huddle together in fear.

“We’ve got slightly bigger problems than—”

Another roar, this time sounding closer than before.

“We have to run now!” Sammy warns.

You wish you had picked up exercising as a hobby. Maybe then this whole experience would be easier on you.

“Everything will be fine when we get back to camp,” Darius huffs as he runs.

You wish you could agree, but when you all finally get to campgrounds, it’s all just a pile of broken wood on the ground.

There’s a solemn atmosphere surrounding you all as you explore the wreckage.

“Dave, Roxie, the other workers, they must’ve all gotten away!” Sammy says positively.

“Not all of them.” Ben gasps as he retreats from a flipped jeep.

With a grimace, he returns to your side shakingly. It’s easy to assume that he regrets his attempt at searching the debris.

When he reaches out to hold your arm, you don’t stop him this time. Only because you’re sure whatever he saw wasn’t pretty.

“Hello?” Yasmina talks into the walkie-talkie left for you by Roxie and Dave. The same one you almost came back for.

You’re not sure if you’re happy that you didn’t come back to camp or not. On one hand, you might’ve been able to call for help. On the other, you’re not sure when the dinosaur from before had wrecked the place.

It could’ve been right after you all left, which would’ve left you and Ben at the dinosaur’s mercy. And based on what it did to the brachiosaurus and those men, you’re certain it has none.

Or it could’ve destroyed camp after you guys fell. You’re not sure how long you were out for. You just can’t help but wonder if you’ve made the right choice or not. Could you have called for help? Or would trying to do so only put you and Ben in danger?

Well, the what-ifs don’t matter. Either way, the fact is, you and your fellow campers are on their own.

“Give me my phone!” Brooklynn suddenly shouts as she runs up to Sammy

The girl in question raises her head. “What?”

“I don’t care about you sneaking into Dr. Wu’s lab, I don’t care about whatever you did with the skin samples you took from the sinoceratops—” Brooklynn’s rant is cut off by the rest of the confused campers. However, she ignores the rest of you in favor of continuing her tirade.

“I don’t even care that you stole it now! All I want to do is call for help! Where is it?” She cried in exasperation.

Sammy was silent for only a second before she shook her head in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” She walked away from Brooklynn and towards the rest of the group as she continued. “Skin samples? Sneaking into labs? You made up some crazy thing in your own dang head!”

“Back off!” Yasmina yelled. “Not everything revolves around you and your phone!”

The two came face to face as the arguing carried on.

“It isn’t Sammy’s fault you lost it!”

Ben intercepted worriedly. “Would you guys please keep it down?! There’s a big--”

“A big, scary dinosaur?” Kenji cut him off. “Of course there’s a big, scary dinosaur! There’s always a big scary dinosaur.”

“Don’t get mad at him just because he’s right!” You didn’t mean to, but you jumped to defend Ben from the likes of Kenji.

“You’re always such a big-mouthed jerk!” Ben adds with furrowed brows.

“Give it back!” Brooklynn yells at Sammy.

“Back off!” Yasmina shouts.

Kenji fumbles for a comeback. “Yeah? Well, at least I don’t play with crayons!”

“With your maturity level, I’d expect you to!” You can’t help but shout.

“What is your problem with me? I’m trying to get us all out of this mess!” Brooklynn asks desperately.

“I didn’t lie to you about it!” Samny defends herself.

“Just stop!” Brooklynn screams.

“Well, my dad—” Kenji’s interrupted as Ben yells.

“Money isn’t going to help us out of this! No one’s getting out of here! We just saw people get eaten!” He says, weariness overtaking him. “We’re alone, we’re defenseless.”

He brings his knees to his chest and holds them close as he finishes. “We’re dead.”

The rest of the group scoffs and walks off. And while you wished to do the same, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Instead, you sit next to Ben and put a hesitant hand on his back. He doesn’t react verbally, but you can tell that he appreciates it.

“We’re not giving up.” Darius says firmly.

Everyone’s head turns to look at him in bewilderment.

“I get it. It’s scary. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.” He sighs. “Things aren’t always gonna go your way. Life is messy and sometimes…”

Everyone comes closer as Darius goes on.

“... things fall apart.”

He smiles. “But that’s okay because when that happens, we pick up the pieces and keep going. And we never give up.”

Your companions stand in silence before Brooklynn breaks it reluctantly.

“What about your necklace?”

“It’s not important. I’ve got the memories right here.” Darius touched his chest as he beamed.

“What are we supposed to do?” Yasmina asks.

“Go south to the park. Get help. And the only way we’ll make it is if we do it together.” He asserts. “We’re a team or we’re nothing at all.”

Ben holds up a finger as he argues. “Or, you know, we don’t go back into the jungle.”

“You can wait for the negligent babysitters, but I’m with Darius.” Kenji states.

“Wait, really?” Darius raises a brow.

“Dude, there’s no way I survived a dinosaur attack…”

Ben yelps when a board of wood falls right in front of Kenji.

“... only to be taken out by cheap camp debris. Kenji ain’t goin’ out like that.”

Kenji walks, dragging Darius along as he concludes. “We’re going south. The rest of you coming or what?”

“I’m in.” Brooklynn decides as she begins to follow the two.

“We’re in, too.” Yasmina makes the decision for her and Sammy as she slings an arm around the girl.

“Me too.” You say tersely.

Ben holds his hands up to argue, but with your added contribution, he just whines and runs after you lot.

“It’s just one dinosaur.” He utters continuously. Whether it was to console himself or to remind you all, you couldn’t be sure.

And so your horrible Jurassic adventure begins, or maybe Cretaceous would be more accurate. Either way, something new is starting and you’re not sure you’re going to like it.

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BFM RMC Sport Article Aminata Diallo Article (September 21, 2022)

Joking disclaimer: still sounds like a (unfortunately rejected?) writer's room pitch from Criminal: France.

Serious disclaimer: I went back and forth about translating this. On the one hand I do find the whole affair fascinating. It says a lot about how public perception is so easily manipulated. On the other hand, this contains quite violent language, targeted at both specific individuals and groups (including Lyon players), and that really put me on the back foot. I don't want to be seen as encouraging or condoning either that kind of language or behavior. Racism and targeted harassment are things that genuinely bother me. It puts me in a situation I am, to be frank, uncomfortable with: I think this story is important (and interesting), but I am far from at ease at the possible fallout from translating these messages. I don't want to be seen as encouraging abusive behavior, be it towards the victims or even those who committed the acts.

I bring that up because, let's be honest, certain fandoms have encouraged abusive and/or invasive behavior in the past, even if they are currently practicing revisionist history. Obviously what those blogs did is not on the same level as this whole affair - nor am I pretending it is - but you can still draw a parallel in their behavior. You might argue that you "only" made "snide remarks", but you knew full well the influence you had, and the targeted harassment that would entail. Actions have consequences. You're putting words out there, encouraging actions, and then turn around and act appalled when people suggest it could come back to you.

With that in mind, allow me to now step off my soapbox, stop lecturing about morality, and give you the insight about a truly wild saga.

HAMRAOUI-DIALLO AFFAIR: "KILL THAT SON OF A ...", THE "VIOLENT" PERSONALITY OF AMINATA DIALLO AS DESCRIBED IN THE INVESTIGATIVE REPORT

RMC Sport was able to read the investigation report put together by investigators of the Versailles gang division this September 16. Over 37 pages, investigators linked together events in the Hamraoui-Diallo affair. A part of this report report referred specifically to the "discovery of the existence of a longstanding sporting jealousy" between the two players.

Aminata Diallo's personaloty is revealed through the 37 pages of the investigative report put together from the police officers of the gang division (referred to as "BRB") of the Versailles Police Department. Looking into the assault on Kheira Hamraoui in November 2021, the investigators analyzed messages dating back to 2019. For them, those exchanges "allow an insight into the conscious decision and unwavering will of this player to become as success as possible in her footballing career."

In August 2021, the women's section of Paris Saint-Germain is in preseason in the United States. It's at this date that the communications, accurately reproduced, between Aminata Diallo and an individual named Abdourahmane D. made their way into the investigators' report. This individual is considered by investigators as her "confident".

"I don't have time to lose"

"It's just preferences and I don't have any luck. It's always at my position, there's no loyalty," confides the former PSG player in a WhatsApp message. "At the end of the day, it's favoritism and it's playing time you totally deserve and you won't get because of that. (...) At the end of the day, you need to be [playing] on the field. At the end of the day, they look at whether you played or not (sic). If you don't play ... you're not on the French national team."

For the investigators, the jealousy was already "deep rooted" towards her teammate Kheira Hamraoui, who was favored by Didier Ollé-Nicolle, the head coach at the time. This animosity "would escalate as the weeks went by" towards the former head coach and ex-sporting director Ulrich Ramé. It was an "injustice" felt by the midfielder who, once again, blamed one person: Kheira Hamraoui.

"I'm telling you, I'm going to finish the year as a starter ... I'm talking about right now, I don't have any time to lose," she says to her contact. I'm patient, but we can't leave anything to chance. (...) It's time wasted, lost of rhythm. So we have to say immediately: done with the central defense! I am playing immediately. There's an injury, I'm immediately playing. Okay so you had some good matches, do it for a month, all that for when everyone comes back [from injury]?! (...) Because right there, what happened with Kheira, she hadn't trained with us since the match against Roma, she comes back (...) as a starter in the game against Bayern while you, the entire time she was out, you were doing what needed to be done!!"

"I told him to end her, and he ended her"

This "jealousy" as described by police officers will intensify day by day, week by week. "I didn't know this but she isn't liked Kheira by all the youngsters and other girls in the group. Thinks too highly of herself," Amina[ta] Diallo affirms in a message. "The others, they're all humble and nice. Her, she's too much. (...) Everyone feels that way, that's what I heard. I didn't see it myself (...) with Kheira. It's only since this year that I've gotten to know her and she has disappointed me. (...) haha, my friend know a lot of things about her, I told him that. He told me (...) that he heard that if she does something to you or whatever, he'll fuck her up. (...) I know him (...) he can be very threatening and while I would never wish her any harm, even if I was evil, jealous and manipulative like she is ... I could tell him, end her, and he would end her."

In a text message to her cousin, the player also brought up the violence that could be inflicted on Kheira Hamraoui: "Oh like we have to let her be! You'll see how this ends! (...) About, the entire staff has seen Kheira for what she is. It's just the head coach lol. (...) From the intendant to the doctor, no one likes her. They think she's arrogant, a a cheater, thinks so highly of herself. (...) They can go fuck themselves. I don't give a fuck about people, me. They know I'm not fucking around and that God is good. Just look at Échouafni (editor's note: predecessor of Didier Ollé-Nicolle as head coach of PSG)."

Before continuing: "There you go, if you ask my brother, my family, what I should have done is cut his legs off. I fucking him hate him (talking about Echouafni), he's the only one that I literally hope bad things happen to. Him, you tell me that one of his kids died, there I would say whatever (editor's note: as in good). I fucking hate him ... I hesitated about fucking him his life, but Allah made me forget about that, taught me to trust him. Nothing but douas (editor's note: Islam curse) for him ... Now he's fucking fired!"

"I wish bad things on all of them"

Aminata Diallo was detail-oriented. Off the field, but also on it. Having scored a goal during a game in October 2021, Diallo remembers that only Kheira Hamraoui was the only one who didn't congratulate her for the goal. "She was the only one who didn't say congrats for the goal (...) This is serious, Abou. Everyone else was super happy for me. (...) That's competition for you. She's panicking [stressing out] and trying to put pressure on Dabritz [editor's note: German player for PSG -- now at Olympique Lyonnais] and not on herself... It's because she's afraid. Don't worry I'm acting as though I don't get it, but I get everything. Be it so Allah rewards me and protects me from evil men. Whatevs, I get why no matter where she went it was a disaster. It's impossible [to work] with her."

Aminata Diallo's moment of glory came October 18, 2021, when Kheira Hamraoyi had to withdraw from the French national team [camp]. Aminata Diallo is therefore called up by Corinne Diacre. "Call Sonia (Editor's note: Sonia Souid, Aminata Diallo's agent at the time], make her understand that I am not giving them anything and it's time for a really big contract for Ami. I'll see her Sunday night, god willing. I'm going to tell her my conditions but in terms of salary 25-30k (editor's note: 25,000 to 30,000 euros -- per month. Me: this would put her in the Diani/Hegerberg/Renard range bonus and image rights exempt), nothing less! You need to talk to Sonia. We're going to say, she gets along well with Ramé. He likes me, god bless, they'll give me the ax. Abou, it pisses me off, I was too nice. (...) I'm going to be fucking ruthless from now now! (...) Don't ask me to hold back, I don't need anybody, but to work for fucking free, I'm not going to play ball. I wish nothing but bad things for them, I only need my people."

Investigators will conclude: "At that moment it became clear that Aminata Diallo believed that getting rid of Hamraoui would end her woes and would launch the success she so desperately desired. This feeling was predominant in her conversations transcribed in messages linked to a phone owned Aminata Diallo.

"He was trying to be cute, he underestimated me, now it's time for him to pay up"

This exchange also highlights Aminata Diallo's "violent side" which appears in older messages. Like in May 2020, where she writes about one of her teammates: "We need to drag her out by her fire and dump oil on her [then set her on fire] (...) Fucking bitch (...) Everyone is going to eat her alive." Or, about an opponent: "Allah is going to punish those Lyon players, they're going to suffer such humiliation, fucking destroy them because of their shenanigans and arrogance. (...) Allah, he is good and he is just."

"As these exchanges went on, investigators witnessed the violent nature of Aminata Diallo," the investigator's report observed. A partnership emerged: that of Aminata Diallo and Cesar M., the player's former agent. In January 2020, for example, Amina[ta] Diallo wrote: "Paris is done for the season [Note: Lyon was ahead on points before the season was canceled due to COVID in the spring], I might as well prepare myself to get humiliated again. I don't give a fuck about Cheyrou (PSG director at the time, now at Lyon], Echouafni, it's been since last year that I have been faced with fucking assholes, manipulators and incompetents."

In exchanges with César M., Aminata Diallo wanted to out Bruno Cheyrou, then sporting director of PSG: "he is underestimating everybody .... Everyone is going to fuck him over, it's going to drive him nuts (...) He must be freakoug out (...) He was too cocky, he underestimated what was happened. Now he is totally fucked (...) LOL when I see him, I'm going to laugh in his face. Fucking kill that asshole!! Fuck him up within an inch of his life!"

#aminata diallo #tw: emotional abuse #tw: domestic abuse #I guess #tw: violent death #love having to put all these trigger warnings!

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Methodology (Twisted Wonderland - NSFW)

Rated: NSFW/18+ Character Relationships: Leona/Reader/Jack/Jade (polyamory) Words: 1.8k

Tags: Poor Jack wants to smell no longer… until he does, allusions to sex, making-out, vaginal fingering, use of toys, implied breeding kink, use of profanity

Summary: Her usual smile makes him happy but her flushed smile, her coveting gaze make him happier. And so, Jack aims to learn and replicate some much needed ‘techniques’, to please the woman he loves... right from her two experienced partners.

*Translation Notes: kidege=little bird/birdie

Author’s Notes: AAAAAAH this idea (and you!) is stellar! I would like to gentle nudge this your way, just as politely and with all my hope that you will enjoy this, sweet @beni-draw-ikemen-please (and you did. brb crying) 🥰🥰 They’re all involved with each other here, with Jack as a fairly new ahem ‘participant’. Jade and his sweet human decide to open up their shared apartment, as a place for them all to be together, during one of Leona’s bi-annual visits, as a surprise. But would they be Jade and Leona, if they didn’t, in turn aim to catch her off-guard every now and then (all the time 😆) with a little surprise present (Jack!), as well?

(Requests for this event are now closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated.)

Her scent blankets her apartment in a delicate glaze; a place she shares with their senior back from their NRC days. Jade Leech: the man in question, continues to work on one of his plants on a small counter-top close by, as if the scene in front is usual occurrence and not another man he’d invited into their bedroom.

He tips an easy smile his way — just as fogged and inscrutable as Jack remembers it — as if he’s able to siphon out his thoughts as soon as Jack means to think them. To this day, this one senior he’s never been able to parse truly, and wonders still, how he is a man she’s chosen to settle into her heart. One of her two men.

“Jack?” His distraction’s plucked back towards its original source — her— just as the gentle hands she closes around one of his own; hers so slight against his. And then her scent is within his soul once more; brightening, sharpening to a needle’s point as it tucks itself deep into his lungs. Their shared apartment is all of her, everywhere; just as she’s attempting to secrete all of her into him, placed in front of him like she is.

A dark arm sweeps about the circle of her waist, as if securing her in — a determinate warning — drawing Jack’s gaze to where exactly she is settled: upon the Prince of Savannah’s lap. Brilliant verdant meets his from across her shoulder; vicious and whetted as the teeth Leona flashes at him in a slow, insouciant smile.

Jack’s gaze skims towards her knotted frown, the worry deep in her eyes, “…Is this uncomfortable for you?” Her thumb — he realizes her touch is still upon his, hesitant and tender — skips a soft path across a knuckle, in question. And all of a sudden, her fragrance is alighted and laced through a foreign odor, faint but pinpointed, in all the places she’s been. Her most recent imprints, the strongest, around their shared space.

Her scent is fresh: airy and clean — as if she’d taken a recent bath — but more… a tincture of salt, bitter and honey intertwined, clings to her skin still. A sharp, addictive tang he’s unable to turn away from. Jack leans into the trail of the curious odor, retracing its spoor across the space in its steady increasing intensity towards the translucent shower room. The door left ajar to let him catch a full view of the incriminating chalky marble-top within, visibly clean; but the reek of sex upon it is strong… recent too.

The musky perfume of her arousal interwoven with a certain salty, marine scent. Mind-numbing and graphic in how Jack can almost feel the remnants of an unwanted image forming, within his mind: her small body crammed against the countertop, over-shadowed by the man who had himself buried deep, driving her to climax violent enough, their combined release gushed and splattered onto the marble beneath. Leaving her scent to violate and permeate—

Jack’s gaze jostles towards Jade, to realize he’s been watching him, a silent predator. The merman’s slow, weighted grin — he knows his thoughts, he knows Jack realizes — drags the flush he feels burning across his face hotter.

A low snort leaves Leona’s mouth at the sight of Jack’s restive gaze, just as Jade smooths in a question, “Yes.. is something the matter, Jack?” A brow cocked; feigning surprise. “Perhaps, you do not wish to be here, as she says. We won’t force you, certainly.”

“Hah, no one forced the puppy to walk in here.” Leona spikes a tetchy scowl his way.

“They’re right, Jack.” She speaks up. “I… we don’t want this if you—” He doesn’t let her word the end of that sentence, firming his grip around the hands she still has on him.

“No.” He meets her gaze, even as the flush of his cheeks refuses to scatter. “I’ve wanted this… for a long time.” Wanted you for a long time, and if you’d have me… he wills for her to understand.

Her tentative smile is a gift scavenged — a bloom as fresh and earthy in fragrance as her hands when she’s been sweeping about, among her canisters of tea leaves and mixtures. It makes Jack want to tip into her, if she allows, and—

Her scent escalates, sweetens and she sings a high gasp; Jack’s gaze tears towards Leona’s palm tucked tight about the shape of her breast.

“Impatient,” Jade comments mildly.

“The little dog’s going to put her to sleep with all that stragglin’.” Testing one squeeze around her, before his digits grip towards the buttons of her blouse, caving down the line of them in quick, practiced strokes. Exposing the blossom cups of her bra, Leona moves to pluck one down, before shaping two fingers around the pebbled tip of her breast. She jolts in his hold, throwing an arm across her mouth. “Leona-aah…” Jack’s mind blanks.

A sharp click of digits close to his face drags him out of his reverie. “Eyes up here, now.” Leona disparages. “She isn’t worth low enough for a dawdling virgin’s sight. Com’ere and make her happy before you go eyeing her up, pervert.” Jack feels the blood rush into his face at the accusation, hotter at the soft snicker that floats into his ears from the side: Jade.

“…How can I—”

“Kiss me, Jack…. please?” She breaks him off, offering a hesitant palm his way; Jack catches the fine tremors across it from how Leona’s mouth and touch ignite her all over. She’s looking at him like she wants him to be the addition to that flame.

“Heh… you heard the kidege. Up to you, Jack.” His mouth slopes across her neck, and sucks, loud and filthy. Jack almost feels his own throat parch at how Leona’s lashes descend with her moan, as if he can taste just how sweet he knows she is there. Everywhere.

His attention is snatched; cool, tapered fingers curve beneath Jack’s jaw, guiding his gaze up to meet with Jade’s serrated smile. “I’m afraid our ‘royal highness’ isn’t the most patient cat around.” He hears Leona’s jaw snap at that in a warning growl.

Jade’s smile widens. “She wants you near and if you are to stay here, I’ll see you do exactly as she wishes.” That amiable tone serves little to conceal the irrefutable command in Jade’s voice; Jack shivers, just as the older man moves to slip a thumb across his bottom lip in a gentle swipe. Parting for him, on a sliver of a press, on instinct, before Jade glides past and smooths it across the surface of his tongue, stroking. “Less scrapes than the lion’s.” Jade hums. “But can be put to good use, if worked properly.”

Withdrawing a damp thumb, Jade breaks the spool of spit across it, in a swipe against Jack’s lip. “Come now, kiss the sweet thing. She’s nearing her limits and needs to be comforted… soon.” Tracing Jade’s gaze, he watches her squirm and mewl, spread across Leona’s lap, a florid hue high across her cheeks.

Her lips shape the tattered syllables of his name and in that instant, Jack moves forward, gathering her outstretched hand into his palm’s fold. “I’m here.” His voice scrapes and trembles, he tries again, drifting closer to her parted mouth. “…I’m here.”

Leona clutches her face within loose digits, raising her jaw towards Jack. “Put out your tongue, kidege. Throw the puppy his scraps so he knows what he’s doing.” In timely obedience, her mouth falls open, hot plumes of breath heaving her chest with each movement.

Something in him fractures — maybe his pent-up restraint — at the erotic sight; he sweeps forward to swipe his tongue against hers, hesitant in his gentle suck of her, lips closing around hers. Pressing forward and against her mouth as he kisses her, for the very first time and it settles deep into his soul, his mind, his groin: the sensation, awakening and arousing, far better than vivid dreams, and Jack realizes there isn’t a way out for him anymore that doesn’t lead by way of her mouth — her body — against his. He dares lean in harder. She moans; the sweet, undoing sound vibrating deep against him. Jack doesn’t want to go back to a time he couldn’t hear her sounding like that.

Leona’s low purr of laughter rings within his ears. “Good boy. You catch on fast, Howl.”

“His technique’s a bit clumsy but that can be worked on,” Jade remarks clinically. “His passion’s there… and plenty, it seems.” Jack hears that amused bite to his smile.

The mattress dips on his side, and then he perceives Jade’s voice clearer, cooler. “Now then, how are you feeling, sweet girl?” She judders forward, Jack breaking apart from her just in time to see her panties shorn aside as Jade fingers the sleek handle of a glossy, crystalline jewel embedded inside her. No… not a jewel—

“Oh? You’ve managed to push your stopper back quite a bit." His voice is silk, flat, dangerous. “Didn’t we agree on keeping it in to hold me inside?” Jade curves a firm hold upon the sapphire jeweled handle and she groans in what sounds half-relief, half-remorse as he pulls the plug out of her pussy in one swift stroke, spattering her arousal onto all four of them.

Jack’s first instinct is to duck and lap at her quivering slit until she’s entirely clean and wet with him instead. A swift hand, almost distressed, he brings up to cover his nose with, at the crude thought. The strong scent of her arousal is making him lose sense.

Jade holds up the clear vaginal plug, observing as if a fascinating artifact, paying no heed to how it drenches his fingers with her slick trailing down his wrist. “It’s a miracle it held in at all with how wet you’ve made it, love.”

She warbles over a soft apology.

Leona snorts in distaste, moving to fit his fingers inside her and scrape as if to clean her out of where Jade ejaculated his seed, deep within her. “I’ve told ya not to place your damn toys in her, she ain’t a decoration piece, you devious bastard.”

“Unfortunately, it really isn’t up to you how we decide to keep ourselves engaged, your majesty.” Jade snipes, affording an acerbic jab his way, even with that terrifying smile firm in place.

“Don’t call me that, eel.” Leona snarls. “The blatant cheek you’ve got, right after cumming inside her before me.”

Jack watches the exchange with a deeply perturbed expression, even as Jade’s fingers move to join against Leona’s, crooking up into her. She shivers, then squeaks a small, broken laugh; Jack catches it, tipping into the palm she strokes against his cheek.

“It’s… it’s alright. They’re… f-fine.” She attempts to explain, even through the trembles buffeting her limbs. “Come here…?”

And he goes, willing, needy, loving; mouth shaping against hers once more. He lets her show him how this is all right, in their space, with her. And how she loves them.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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everylastlinex · 3 years

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chenford week prompt day 1: sneaking around

~ 4.3k words, rated T

also I’ve been missing Pitch so much again that I think I made Angela and Tim’s friend Mike Lawson 🤷🏽‍♀️

Let’s leave We can’t! We just got here. So? They won’t miss us, it’s packed. I think our FRIENDS would miss us. I’m very miss-able, ty. 😉 Another 20 minutes ok? Fine 😘😘😘😉😉😉🍻🥰🥰🥰 Lucy slips her phone into her pocket, looks up to catch Tim’s gaze a few tables away. His face gives away nothing but she swears she can see a twinkle in his eye, maybe notices him eye her outfit appreciatively, gaze passing over her long hair that she’s left down in waves, before he turns back to Angela, Harper, and another TO from the neighboring division. Because they’re not supposed to be eyeing each other. They’re a secret.

Which is hot in its own way. The stolen looks and sly glances, the torturous countdown until they can finally be together and touch and kiss and get their hands all over each other. Staying perfectly professional all day at work and then ripping each other’s clothes off the second she gets to his place. She was the one who mentioned they should keep it between them while their relationship was still new, and Tim had readily agreed. But it’s been more than a month now and he hasn’t said anything about telling anyone, not Angela, not Harper, or going public at their usual cop bar after work so everyone is clued in. Lucy tries not to take it personally, knows he might need some time before declaring to the station he’s seeing his former rookie in a romantic sense. And she’s sure she is thankful for the reprieve from any sly comments or knowing looks, whatever assumptions people will draw written all over their faces when they look at her. But the thing is, she’s prepared for them, even steeled herself against them the second she decided to be with him, when she finally let those butterflies in her stomach fly free the moment he kissed her. Only Jackson knows because of course, if she’s spending nights away from her bed, her roommate is going to notice. It was only logical to clue him in and make the secret keeping a lot easier on herself, and to enjoy his reaction since he said he’s shipped it for like, eight months now. Not to mention the knowing glances he can toss Tim’s way which annoy the hell out of the senior officer. (“I just don’t like a rookie knowing my business.” “Former rookie. And would you rather I leave every night?” “… Fine. He can know.”) But maybe Tim’s not ready to officially go public yet. Which, is fine, she can wait as long as he wants. That’s not what’s important, what’s important is them and this thing they’ve embarked on, and spending time together and being with each other, crystal clarity dawning on them more and more that this is who they want to be with for a long, long time. But she sure wishes she could just walk over and sit by him, lean against him, maybe hold hands under the table because she knows he’s not a PDA kinda guy. Maybe flirt a little and slip out early with a lame excuse with all their friends knowing exactly what they’re up to. She’ll just have to wait a little longer for that. She sits squeezed into a booth with Nolan and Bailey, with Jackson at her side so she doesn’t feel like a third wheel. Thankfully going through Henry and Abigail’s wedding decor choices makes for great entertainment and she barely even notices by the time their first drinks are empty. “I gotta get going, but I’ll get refills,” she offers. “What, already?” Nolan says. “Come on, we’re off tomorrow.” “I know, but I’m meeting a friend,” she says vaguely, ignoring Jackson’s sly smile and moving towards the bar when she sees an opening in the crowd. “BRB!” ~~~ “Who’s that guy flirting with Chen?” Tim tells himself he turns to the bar at a normal and totally reasonable speed, but maybe he’s kidding himself because he swears his neck hurts from turning at the speed of light. Sure enough, Lucy’s at the bar waiting for refills talking to some tall brown haired guy who is looking a little too animated to just be exchanging pleasantries or directions to the bathroom. He knows Lucy’s chatty, but what the hell could they be talking about for so long, two strangers at the same bar.

There’s no need for so much unnecessary chatter. “Oh, that’s Paloma’s cousin,” Angela says, craning her neck around Tim to look at the man in question. “She said he’s bunking with her a few weeks until he finds a place. He’s hot. Chen should go for it. Girl needs to get some.” Their friend Michael just snorts into his drink, used to Angela’s comments from them all being rookies together. Tim just shakes his head at her, frowning for a reason that Angela doesn’t know yet. Angela rolls her eyes, assuming it’s because she’s commenting on people’s sex lives again, or lack thereof.

“What?” She shrugs. “Don’t be such a prude, they’re not our rookies anymore. Plus, I know you guys are friends. If no one else is going to ask her out,” she gives Tim a pointed look, “then he should.”

“Yeah, Bradford, you guys are friends,” Harper echoes from across the table, amusement dancing in her eyes, a knowing smile on her lips as if she’s daring Tim to challenge that statement. Harper was Tim’s point of contact when Lucy was UC on that op when she’d missed her check-in, he knows she probably read too much into his panic and protection for his former rookie. Well, she read into it absolutely right but he’s not gonna tell her that. “I- let’s- this is why I need you around more, Mike, so we can talk about the Rams instead of people’s private lives,” Tim emphasizes, knowing he’s deflecting and hoping it works. Thankfully, Michael isn’t at the same station as them to have a stake in team chenford and falls for the bait. “Hey, you’re welcome to come drink at our bar, buddy, the best chili fries in the state.” Angela points at him. “They are good. But our beer’s better.” “It’s not better, Ange,” Michael says, offended. “It’s so better, isn’t it, Tim?” Tim just nods, staring at the television installed on the opposite wall and pretending to be very interested in the local weather report, mostly so he can keep Lucy in the corner of his vision. She’s got her platter of drinks from the bartender by now but Paloma’s cousin, whoever he is, just keeps chatting and Lucy keeps smiling and nodding. “Ooh, he’s gonna check out her ass as she walks away, look!” Angela says with a laugh. And sure enough, they all watch as the stranger smiles one last time at Lucy, watching appreciatively as she turns and walks back to her table. Michael shakes his head in mock disappointment. “What can I say, we menfolk are a simple people.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Angela laughs, pushing aside her empty drink and reaching for her phone to text Wes. “He’s wearing a necklace,” Tim comments, shaking his head in disgust, remembering the derogatory comments his former drill sergeant would bark about men and jewelry and it absolutely not allowed in boot camp. “Surfer,” Michael snorts, and he and Tim share an amused look. “So? That’s cool, maybe she’s into laid back beach dudes,” Angela says, coming to Paloma’s cousin’s defense for no good reason other than to annoy him. “You army guys wear dog tags.” Tim glares at her, offended and annoyed at the comparison. “That’s completely different.” “Sure it is, Bradford, whatever you wanna tell yourself.” Harper still has her gaze on Tim, her wise eyes thoughtful as if she can read right through him. “Chen’s great, she deserves a great guy, surfer or not. Been a few months since she and her boyfriend broke up, right?” Angela nods, filled in on all the precinct gossip like usual. “Yeah, the professor. Jackson said it just fizzled after she got shot.” “Probably not man enough to handle being with a cop,” Nyla says harshly, her opinion of said ex-boyfriend very clear by the tone of her voice. “You know that’s right,” Angela agrees with a look of solidarity at Nyla. “Okay, Wes is out front. Be responsible, guys, make good choices. Nice seeing you, Mike.” ~~~ Tim’s not sure how he and Michael make it over to the former rookies’ table but somehow they have. It’s the last place he wants to be considering he wants to get the hell out of here and be in bed with Lucy (or on the couch, or against the wall, he’s not specific about the first round once they step foot inside the house), but at least this puts him in her vicinity even if they’re resolutely avoiding eye contact. Nolan had stopped Michael to introduce himself, saying he looked familiar, remembering that they’d run into each other once at a crime scene. Of course, who hasn’t this guy met in the area considering how damn old he is? But sure enough, with the former rookies is where he’s standing when brown haired surfer guy with a necklace makes his way over to the table, his eyes locked on Lucy.

“Hey, Lucy,” he says warmly, a little too warmly for a complete stranger if Tim has anything to say about it, “Paloma and I are headed out, but uh, call me sometime. I’d love to make dinner for you at the restaurant.” He holds out a business card with a number scrawled on the back, waits until she has no choice but to take it. “G’night.” With a passing nod to everyone else at the table, he takes two steps back, eyes still locked on Lucy, then disappears in the crowd.

“He wants to make dinner for you?” Bailey repeats, tone excited and overjoyed in that over-the-top way girls are for one another at every little thing. “I- not for me in particular! He’s a chef so he makes dinner for the whole restaurant, obviously,” Lucy explains, shaking her head in embarrassment as all eyes at the table are on her. She pointedly ignores Tim’s steadfast gaze from where he’s standing behind Jackson, eyes darting between Nolan and Jackson, pleading silently for her friends to save her from the unnecessary attention. “A man who cooks real food,” Bailey sighs dreamily, “yes, please. “I cook,” Nolan says quickly to his girlfriend, “everyone here can cook. Well, wait, can you, Michael? I know Jackson can’t.” When he opens his mouth to argue, John says, “Something made out of real ingredients, Jackson, not out of a box.” “Boxed food is still real food!” Jackson argues. “Are you good enough to be a chef at a restaurant in Los Angeles?” Bailey questions, then smiles triumphantly when Nolan falls quiet with no response. “That’s what I thought. So,” she turns back to Lucy, waggling her eyebrows, rubbing her palms together in animated excitement, “when are you going to text him? Definitely not tonight, too soon.” “Way too soon,” Nolan agrees. “Yeah, Luce, when are you gonna text him?” Jackson joins in on the teasing, having too much fun at his friend’s expense, very aware of Tim’s looming presence over his shoulder. And how he can do nothing about it without ‘fessing up. “I-I’m not calling him!” Lucy looks around at everyone at the table, her gaze quickly meeting Tim’s, catching the way he’s staring at her, expression completely blank. He takes a sip of his beer when she catches his eye, and she quickly looks away in case the others catch her lingering. There are supposed to be no lingering glances, remember? “All I did was talk a little about the restaurants I’ve eaten at since he’s new to the area. That’s it. Nothing more.” “No harm in calling,” Nolan says gently, that overly friendly smile on his face that usually puts the person at the receiving end of it at ease. Lucy is not at ease, though, not right now, not with this conversation, not with Tim’s intense stare on her. “I mean, you are single. And he’s not a cop.” Bailey makes a face and releases a sound of disgust. “Ugh, two cops in a relationship. That sounds horrible.” Seeing the panic on Lucy’s face, Jackson quickly intervenes, “Hey, what’s wrong with two cops being together, huh? It can work.” “Really? Do share which cop couple is making it work, Jackson,” Nolan says sarcastically. “I-um,” Jackson shares a frantic look with Lucy at being cornered, then quickly looks up to the newcomer at the table for help, “hey, Michael, what’s your wife do?” He gestures toward his ring finger, having seen Michael’s wedding band.  “She’s a librarian. Sorry.” Jackson grimaces. “There is one cop couple at our precinct-“ “See?!” Jackson says quickly, gesturing towards everyone at the table. “But they just got divorced after four years, so.” “Oh.” Jackson exchanges an apologetic glance with Lucy and decides to help by switching gears entirely. He happens to glance at Tim, catching his eye inadvertently and Michael sees the look. “And, well, Tim’s another statistic about cop marriages. Sorry, bud, but the rooks asked for examples, good or bad.” Tim’s jaw clenches, his eyes focused on the wooden table in front of them, and Lucy is sure she’s going to burst into tears of frustration and embarrassment any moment now.

Tim was right. They should’ve snuck out half an hour ago when he’d told her he’d had enough socializing for the night. He was right, he is always right.

“Anyway,” Jackson says frantically, drawing Lucy’s gaze to his, nodding supportively at his friend, “that’s one precinct in all the world. Hardly enough evidence for a scientific study, I’d say. Um, so Lucy and me are definitely invited to Henry’s wedding, right, John? I figured we could split a gift.” “I’ll walk you out,” Tim says to Mike, and the two make their way to the exit. He looks back at Lucy before he opens the door, giving her the subtlest of nods to join him before he steps outside. She grabs her purse, and fishes out her keys, gets ready to make her excuse to leave. ~~~ When she lets herself into Tim’s house, Kojo greets her enthusiastically, directing her to the couch so she has no choice but to slip off her shoes and sit down to cuddle with him. She lets out a sigh of relief at being out of that bar, away from that conversation, and wonders if she and Tim will talk about it tonight, or just brush it aside in that way new couples do when they don’t want to get to the ugly stuff just yet. She’d just been talking to the guy about restaurants, she had no idea it’d turn into such a thing and turn the whole night sour. “I have got to stop talking to strange men in bars, Kojo,” she tells the dog, and he makes a sound like he agrees. “I was just trying to welcome him to LA, jeez.” When she looks up, Tim’s making his way out of the bedroom, changed into sweats and a threadbare t-shirt, water bottle in one hand as he eyes her with a soft smile on his face. “Hi. Hey. Um... you left the door unlocked.” “Yeah, figured you were a few minutes behind me.” He makes his way to the couch and sits down next to her, leaving a few inches of space, not touching or reaching for her. She feels the immense gap in those few inches and tries to blink back the sudden rush of tears, to school her face from showing the spasm of hurt she feels. God, she may have dabbled in undercover but when it comes to him, to this, she feels like she’s constantly wearing her heart on her sleeve, her emotions written all over her face. The conversation in the bar is literally taking up space between them. So, Lucy does what she does best - she talks her way through it. “Sorry. About earlier, at the bar.” Tim’s gaze turns to her, blue eyes solemn as he listens. “I wasn’t- I didn’t know he was going to ask me out. We were just talking restaurants while I waited for drinks, that’s all.” “You don’t owe me an explanation,” Tim says slowly, and her heart falls. Oh. But she wants to explain to him, she wants him to know. They’re together, aren’t they? Of course they are. She’d want Tim to explain if some woman at a bar dropped off her number. She knows he wouldn’t call, he’s too honorable for that, but she’d still want to hear it, to feel reassured and confident as they begin this relationship they’re embarking on. Doesn’t he want the same? Doesn’t he trust her the same way? Does he think she would call or that it’s okay if she does because he’s not serious about this? Does- She takes a deep breath, tries to calm the barrage of thoughts running through her mind, tries not to regret coming over to his place. But clearly she’s not in the best headspace she could be in, and she should probably go mope in the comfort and security of her own bed, wait for Jackson to come home so she has someone to overanalyze and agonize over this with. “I should go,” she says quietly, avoiding his eyes and giving Kojo a few last cuddles. “I’m more tired than I thought.” She only manages to take two steps when he’s grabbing her arm and tugging her towards him, both of them standing and facing each other finally after a long day of staying professionally apart. Lucy wants to wrap her arms around him so bad, just hold him tight and snuggle into his soft t-shirt but she’s not sure exactly what to do, if she should. “Lucy? Hey, did I say something wrong?” “No, no,” she says quickly, shaking her head to avoid his eyes. “You sure? I just meant-“

“I’m not going to call him!” It blurts out of her before she can stop herself, and she watches as he stops talking instantly to listen closely. “Of course not. We’re together. I just couldn’t say anything in front of everyone since you don’t want them to know about us yet. Which is fine! I’m not rushing you, I just don’t want you to think I’m-“

“Wait, wait, hold on.” He does that thing where he physically shakes his head a little as if he can clear it that way, rearrange the neatly organized way he used to store his thoughts before an infuriating and honest rookie came in and jumbled up his bland, boring world. “What do you mean, me? You’re the one who doesn’t want everyone to know.” Lucy stares at him, dumbfounded. “What?” He stares at her like she’s crazy and not keeping up on purpose, like this is a test and he refuses to fail. “You said you didn’t want people to know about us yet. Remember when-“ “Yet,” she emphasizes loudly, underlining the invisible word in the air with her hand just in case he’s missing the importance she’s giving it. “As in, not right at the beginning when it was new and we were in a fun, secret bubble about it. But it’s been over a month now, and you-“ “I know how long it’s been,” Tim snaps, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance, “but you were the one who said it, so I was waiting for you to tell everyone.” Lucy stares at him, eyes narrowed like he’s saying all this just to annoy her, like he’s the one making this a Tim Test. But he’s serious and intent as he looks at her, so she finally relaxes, can truly feel the stress escape her body as she releases a little huff of disbelief. “I was waiting for you to tell everyone.” Tim snorts in amusement, shaking his head at her as if this is all her fault. He reaches out, pulling her into his side, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “You and your brain,” he says fondly. “Hey, don’t blame this all on me!” She smacks his chest playfully, glaring at him when he looks down at her. Finally, like she’s wanted to all night, she wraps her arms around his broad chest, her hands meeting behind his back, holding tight and vowing not to let go until she has to. She just doesn’t want to let him go. “It takes two to communicate, you know.” “I’m well aware, but figured since you love to hear yourself talk, you’d do the majority of the communicating.” Her jaw drops open in offense, a gasp escaping her even as he simply grins. Oh, he thinks just because he’s smiling and his eyes are twinkling, that he’s going to get away with that, nope, no way. “Excuse you, just because I excel at the fine art of conversation doesn’t mean-“ Suddenly she’s swallowing her words and humming in surprise as his lips meet hers. Then there’s no need to talk anymore, just a need to kiss, because they haven’t kissed all day and that’s just too damn long. Lucy stretches on her tip toes, squeezing him tight where her arms are looped around him, moaning at the way he kisses just like he does everything else in his life - with skill and precision, with attention to detail, with excellence. His big hands cradle her head gently, his tongue probing against her lips, sweeping the corners of her mouth like he’s trying to find all the secrets she hasn’t shared yet. “Tim,” she murmurs, clutching the fabric of his shirt, pulling away when she finally, annoyingly has to breathe. She rests her forehead against his own, thankful he’s leaning down so she doesn’t have to stretch up as much anymore. “I missed you.” “I missed you too,” he whispers, dropping one more fierce kiss on her lips, hands still holding her face like he doesn’t want to let go. He smiles at her, fingers tracing the apples of her cheeks, his lips still close enough to brush against hers every time he speaks. “And I know you’re not gonna call him. I know we’re dating. I know this is good. And we can tell everyone. I’ve had the relationship declaration form for weeks, just need you to sign.”

“You have?” Lucy perks up at that, smiling at him in outright giddiness. “Okay, I’ll sign. Sooo, next time someone asks me out,” she runs her fingers up his strong arms, wraps her arms around his neck, leaning all her body weight onto him deliberately so he has to adjust his stance and catch her in his arms, “I can say you’re my boyfriend?” She can’t stop smiling, the giddiness radiating through her, giving her more of a buzz than all the beer in the bar could’ve.

Tim scoffs at the term, can’t help but feel a little too old for it, what with a divorce under his belt and creeping closer to forty than he’d like, but he won’t say anything to dim the smile on his girlfriend’s face right now. “Go ahead. And stop being so damn nice to people while you’re at it.” “Yeah, I mean, one of ‘em could be a serial killer or something,” she jokes, chuckling when Tim glares at her, still not quite amused with her serial killer jokes. Lucy ignores him, continuing to smile and not letting let him dampen her good mood. “And I can tell all my friends?” Tim nods offhandedly. “And put your picture up in my locker?” He snorts. “You have a picture of me?” “Uh, I have tons,” she declares, sounding offended as if he thinks she hasn’t been documenting their whole journey together. “You and me and our dog.” “My dog,” he corrects even as she rolls her eyes at him. “Sure. Go ahead, plaster my face all over your bedroom wall.” “Ew, you’re not in a boy band, I said locker,” she corrects as if that makes all the difference. “And,” she hesitates, looks up at him shyly, making him pay closer attention, “I can sit next to you at the bar sometimes? Hold your hand?” Tim fails to hide a smile, marveling at how he got so lucky, thanks Grey once again for pairing him up with the hotshot rookie whose spirit he didn’t end up breaking after all, she’s the one who actually fixed him. He drops another lingering kiss on her mouth, lips moving to her ear to tell her, “I’d be honored. Though my hands might be wandering if you look as good as you look tonight.” He lets his hands run through her long hair, down the back of her blouse, cradling the curves of her ass and pulling her into him, grinding her closer so she can feel exactly how much he likes the casual look. “Can we go to bed now?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, just resumes kissing her, turning her body towards the bedroom, shuffling her along the hallway. “Tim,” she moans again, arching her neck back so he can feast on her tattoo, trembling as he backs her up against the wall and his big hands slide under the fabric of her blouse, cupping her heavy breasts. “Tim,” she repeats, “can we still make out in your truck when we have opposite shifts?” He chuckles at her question even as he appreciates the way she looks, eyes glazed with lust, lips swollen, gaze intent as if the answer might be anything but yes. “Hell yeah, I like that part.” “I like that part too,” she tells him quickly. “I like all the parts so far.” He bites his lip to try and stop smiling, but he fails at it completely, so he bends close to kiss her softly, capturing the moan that escapes her when his hands slide up and down her waist. “I like all your parts too, babe.”

#CFW2021 #therookiebook #chenford #chenford fanfic #chenfordficweek2021 #here we gooooooo #secret relationships are 🔥🔥🔥#my fic tag

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deerdeardarling · 3 years

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I'm surprised I haven't posted this-

Gods I wish I could draw cause I have an IDEA-

So obviously WTW should've been the dexven movie whilst DG was dappling and EW was darabella,

so alternate ending to WTW

The storybook of legends doesn't fall apart Raven, Briar, and Apple just agree they need to hide the book and figure out their next steps, but before that Raven asks to wait and says she needs to do something and that she'll brb.

Raven then runs to Dexter and asks to speak in private in the red rose garden, so they go and stop before what's supposed to a fountine and Raven tells Dex everything that happened and that she wanted him to be the first (aside from those who were there) to know that she signed the book,

(remember raven is the only one to sign the REAL book and her page is ripped from the fake),

and that she wanted to give Dex the book so that he can see his destiny, he asks her for privacy and opens the book to see his destiny.

Now his destiny can be whatever you want it to be but I think it would be cool if it first showed Cinderella, but then after that shows multiple prince charming destinies, and Dex's back is always towards the mirror never showing his face, basically showing Dex that he isn't a huge part of the story just a line at the end to save the heroine, so Dex goes back to Raven and tells her he doesn't want his destiny (if I could actually write this moment between them would be alot more heartfelt and sweeter) and so he rips his page out, with Raven following right after (Idk if they could rip them out at the same time, that would be better) and with that the viewer would see the pages dissolving in the water in front of them whilst in the background under the light of the moon we see them share their first kiss with their hands on top of the book and Raven's hand gently resting on the side of his face

Idk this might not be my best writing but I think it's nice

#ever after high #raven queen #dexter charming #apple white #briar beauty #way to wonderland

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murdertoothpick · 3 years

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Do you have any tips for someone who's trying to write because I don't know how you do it, I've got so may ideas but I can't seem to finish any of them and your writing is so compelling and good but mine just doesn't seem to work and every time I start to write something good it ends up way too long.

brb hardcore gonna cry and i hope you know how warm this made me //// here's my two cents i guess.

writing is hard, period. even if some people make it look easy. (sometimes it can be). ive always been better at writing essays and textual analysis, and i'm very much still learning the ropes to creative writing.

most of the time, ill be working on 3-4 fics at once. i have them lined up in my drafts and i try to add at least 1-3 small paragraphs to each one every day. maybe that's chaotic, but it prevents me from focusing too hard on a fic i might scrap or need to take a break from. plus, it always helps to step away and return to a wip with fresh eyes!

sometimes ill have an idea as to how i want my story to go, but maybe as im writing ill reach a point where im like,,, actually, this is a good place to end it,,, not because the story is getting long or i just want to finish it, but maybe it just felt right or better to end it at that moment. sometimes things don't go to plan, and i could always put aside a really good idea for future use.

and to me- writing longer works are hard so i guess props to you! obviously length isn't everything though. but maybe try writing drabbles? I've only recently opened myself up to writing drabbles (<200 words for me but it varies for each person) more often and I've really enjoyed it! it's a great challenge and a lil quicker (and you can do it as a warmup) and it gives me just as great a sense of accomplishment as if i were to write a longer piece.

how do i do it? with all the self doubt a person can have. look, it's totally normal to not be confident in your writing or unsure of its delivery. i have a few works on here im not proud of, but i also acknowledge that I've grown as a writer and have improved. (surely, right?). so those fics (under my tag murder toothpick archive), are not representative of my writing, especially not now, but more indicate me trying to find my footing here (and we'll all stumble sometimes). when you consume fanfic (if you're like me, then its a lot), be aware of some good phrasing and writing styles or features. everyone's style is unique, of course, and most of the time we're figuring out how to shape our own. find out what you're good at, and what you're not good at. don't be afraid to draw from personal experience, or do research if your knowledge is lacking.

and this community is really supportive! ask for help, feedback or suggestions maybe? my dms and inbox are open (and im a hs eng and lit tutor, though that's pretty irrelevant when it comes to creative writing)

if anybody has other things to add please reblog or comment !!!

anyways, good luck! and take your time figuring things out

#disclaimer: diff things work for diff people #be open to trying new things #i struggle to write as well #writing is hard but its become really cathartic #and just a great outlet

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years

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Liam & Edie

Liam: [a picture of Rio with her eyes crossed out like 1. Miss you and 2. Guess who I just talked to]

Edie: ofc she did 😑

Edie: what’s the damage

Liam: 0 to us I deflected the - to Lexie

Liam: do you want her framed for jumpscaring herself or is there anyone else

Edie: That’s all she cared about?

Edie: Bitch

Liam: it just didn’t take no time to convince her we’re perfect for each other

Liam: bc we are

Edie: yeah we are 🥰

Edie: surprised she copped to anything of the sort though

Edie: clearly can’t resist being nice to you

Edie: Lexie needs to calm down

Edie: 🤔 I mean, be kinda fucking hilarious if everyone reckoned she was doing it to herself

Edie: but maybe I’ve been too mean already 🥺

Edie: what do you think?

Liam: I think it’s pretty close to showing everyone her true colours if we do, Lex has gotta have been talking to your sister about me, I could tell, she thought I was a dick before I talked her round

Edie: She wouldn’t be happy for me unless you were a total 🤓 with no dick

Edie: that’s just what she’s like, crazy

Edie: but also not a stretch to see Lexie being a gossipy cow, I’ve heard her on other people before so

Edie: why would I give a fuck if her life is ruined

Liam: she basically accused me of wanting to hit you up for one reason and then wanting to immediately dip, if she thinks that’s what I’m like that’s only coming from one person

Edie: She’s pathetic

Edie: it’s clearly her saying it because you didn’t sleep with her

Edie: it wouldn’t be hard to spoof some shit, make it look like her

Edie: and she has nothing to say it was me, or you like she thought, and it weren’t no one else so she’s fucked, basically

Liam: [send her some shit that you’ve already started to work on because you knew she’d agree with this plan and the bits of the Rio convo where you said you’d try and find out and made it sound like you thought it was her but obvs it couldn’t possibly be hehe]

Edie: You’re so smart

Edie: She deserves this, she was definitely bitching about you, you can tell from how hard Rih said she weren’t

Liam: don’t be upset with me, but I was thinking about how Lexie also deserves to see us together and you happy and I invited them both to your show

Liam: you did say you want your family to take your music seriously

Edie: I’m not mad

Edie: You invited Rih too so she isn’t going to think you’re trying to get back with her

Edie: and I get to rub that and the fact I’m talented in her face?

Edie: It’s a good idea, baby

Liam: still, if you wanna create me in game and spend your time testing out different murder options, I won’t be mad, I should’ve asked you if it was a good idea before saying yeah to having us all there

Edie: [an 8-bit Liam but obvs we’re making an 8-bit us to smooch him not murder him, a lil gif moment of this or whatever it would be]

Liam: you only want a play through where we 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻

Edie: that might make the thread 🤮 but idk if they’d be 😱

Liam: we’ll keep it off thread

Liam: [send her the floor plan to where your dad lives/holiday cottages so she can build it in sims like my boo would, live your dreams kids]

Edie: don’t need to make 50k nerds jealous, I get you

Edie: [just nerd out with that]

Edie: I’ll show you how generic the 👶 is

Edie: very rude

Liam: if the mods and cc don’t fix it, I’ll pretend I don’t 👀

Edie: the 👀 are already insane colours

Liam: no match for yours in real life

Edie: [pics forever]

Edie: [obviously also make your enemies to actually kill and send that]

Liam: if you sent it to Lexie nobody’d believe she created herself looking that accurate

Edie: harsh reality of a sim

Edie: the alpha CC does look like her facetune attempts, tbf

Liam: at least you can make her try to seduce the grim reaper instead of me

Edie: she’ll have ample opportunity to meet him

Edie: [all the dramatic deaths cut with her sim when they get hysterical]

Edie: I’m still mad at her

Edie: Rih blatantly thinking it was me too, not surprising but still 🖕

Edie: how’s it been today

Liam: only bc she knows how smart you are and most people who Lex hangs out with ain’t, I barely had to cover for you so she don’t really wanna think it

Edie: story of her life

Liam: how 😡 are you

Edie: it’s exhausting being mad at her, there’s nothing to do

Edie: people like Lexie, you can fuck with, or care even less than that

Liam: would it make you feel better to fuck with Lexie more

Edie: I wanna make you feel better more

Edie: you must be feeling as bored and crazy as me, if not more

Liam: if I could feel anything it’d be 💔 you’re not happy or here

Edie: is it worse

Edie: nothing

Edie: maybe that’s stupid

Edie: nothing seems preferable sometimes but only sometimes, which is maybe what takes it over feeling too much

Liam: it’s isolating, everyone expects me to feel too much, that’s acceptable, even years after

Edie: acceptance would be easier

Edie: you have me

Edie: no matter what

Edie: idc if no one else gets me, you do

Liam: I dunno what it says about people that they’d be happy if I was going round punching holes in walls but I know my ma would

Liam: she looks at me like she’s waiting for it, watching for a massive crack or something

Edie: they’ve got their reason, they want the reaction

Edie: then they can link a and b and ???

Edie: problem solved, not really

Edie: but they understand it and can wash their hands of you

Edie: that’s what they give a shit about

Liam: yeah

Edie: enough sympathy and hot meals dropped off and you’ll be ‘fixed’

Edie: you weren’t even the sick one

Liam: get enough hobbies, a part-time job, a girlfriend, move the fuck on

Edie: right

Edie: it’s so

Edie: I can’t think of the word

Liam: “she’d want you to be happy/have a life” no she fucking wouldn’t, she wanted it for herself

Edie: dead people get sainted

Edie: no room for who they actually were, better and worse

Liam: she’d hate me having any of those things just to rub in her face

Edie: what was she like, between being sick

Liam: I’ll show you

Edie: do you reckon she’d want you to remember what she’d want for you then, instead of how she was at the end

Edie: not to be like every other cunt about it

Edie: not that simple, or at all

Liam: she was a teenage girl, she’d probably want me to do more fitting in too until I’ve completed the coming of age shite milestones everyone else is, instead of telling other teenage girls from the internet how fucked up I am 😏

Edie: I think that might be a milestone so 👏

Edie: the bullshit of your sister not having her own life to live dealt with then, in this scenario

Edie: we have to find what you want

Edie: even if that’s not 🤵👧🐶🧒👰 with me

Edie: not gonna be Lexie about it, you know

Edie: I’ll still help you find it

Liam: I want you, not to be gay about it

Liam: to see where this is gonna go, how far I can take it before it ends

Edie: then let’s do it

Edie: what can I do today

Liam: what would you be doing if you could do anything

Edie: that’s the problem

Edie: I wanna be with you

Edie: but I don’t know what we’d do yet

Liam: I said I’d show you what my sister was like, the quickest way to do it is to act like nothing matters, your behaviour has no consequences

Liam: it’s not about me at all, only what you want, what’s gonna happen

Edie: and I can’t hurt you

Edie: because you don’t feel anything yet, yeah?

Liam: you can’t hurt me

Edie: you promise

Edie: do that and then we can do what I want

Liam: how do you want me to promise

Edie: 🤏🩸

Edie: mine is 📫

Liam: [brb father he’s gotta go draw some blood and put it into something she can wear as jewellery like Angelina Jolie and record the endeavour to send to the bae]

Edie: [that’s exactly what we gonna send, I know you can legit buy them so I’ll find a cool pic tah, his poor father so confusion]

Liam: [great minds boo]

Edie: kiss it better for me

Liam: [send her another video boy we’re in this deep]

Edie: god

Edie: okay, what do you do to relieve stress, let go and let off steam

Edie: do that

Liam: what do I do or what should you, bc I have an idea that I think would make you feel better about your sister

Edie: you can start by telling me what I should do because I’m intrigued

Liam: she said she’d lose it at Lexie if she did anything to you, if you lower your IQ by at least 100 you could have fun trashing her room but making it look like she did it herself to frame you, you’d have to wait til she was forced out with her family and bc there’s no check in or selfie proof everyone would just think they’re covering for her, but that’d be the only boring bit

Liam: your sister would feel bad for falling for it and believing you might be involved at all

Edie: I definitely don’t want to see her at mine ever again

Edie: I’ll do it

Edie: Bet she has a shrine to you

Liam: a curse would explain me being dead inside

Edie: she has no ✨

Edie: so whilst I’m ripping the heads off all her 🧸s

Edie: you’ve gotta do…

Liam: 🏊 the only thing there is to do

Edie: your da didn’t come prepared? 🔥🪓

Liam: he’d be prepared with a 🧯 more like but I don’t need his help 🔥🪓

Edie: you should see if anyone is around, like anywhere

Edie: see how easy it is to 👀 them without getting caught

Liam: it’s like you know me inside out

Edie: I do

Edie: I’ve got X-Ray 👀s

Liam: next time you miss me you can do an artistic rendering

Edie: of all your vital organs

Edie: not to kill the mystery and show myself up as a fake fan on the forums

Edie: but I think the outside view of you is a lot prettier 😳🥰

Liam: ok I’ll not send you any in the 📫

Edie: only the non-vitals, tah 😏

Liam: what’s left Alexis hasn’t got in her shrine

Edie: she 🥺 so hard you gave her your gallbladder

Liam: 10% risk of shitting myself side effects after it’s gone, 100% chance of that putting her off wanting to jump me, I’d do it

Edie: no need to do that now I’m here

Edie: no one is gonna wanna jump her when she’s outed as 😵🥴🤡

Liam: I’ll keep the scalpel sharp for lads who wanna get with you when they realise you’re 🤩🤓😎😇😈

Edie: I’m not complaining

Edie: I only want you around, ever

Liam: I’ll be going nowhere without you ever when I get back

Edie: Good

Edie: because I feel like

Edie: it’s like I’m doing so much to fill my time but I still just think about and miss you constantly

Liam: I’ll climb a tree and call you from the top

Edie: Describe your view the best you can

Edie: like I’m there too

Liam: facetime’ll make you feel like you are

Edie: not quite VR but I’ll take it

Edie: talking to you feels like our own 🪐 anyway

Liam: [do climb a tree and call her because what a mood just like you’re Elizabeth Allen]

Edie: [save that tree henny]

Liam: [do we wanna skip to his bday now or is there anything else you can think of that you wanna do while he’s still away?]

Edie: [hmm, we probably know the vibe, she’s busy with all the things they’re gonna continue when he’s back, also finding the first house they can break into and stay in, fucking with Lexie loads more]

Liam: [yeah and if we do think of anything specific later we can skip back it’s chill]

Edie: [let’s do it]

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High-Speed Connection

Title: High-Speed Connection Author: aliciameade Rating: E for Every Lady Gets an Orgasm Pairing: Beca/Chloe...oops and Aubrey Summary: AND THEY WERE QUARANTINED. And Beca’s an exhibitionist. While Chloe’s Skyping Aubrey. Oops. (It was a prompt that I ran with.)

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“Beca is now obsessed with collegiate cheerleading.”

“She is not!”

At the sound of her name, Beca stops in the hall outside their office and then wanders in to find Chloe sitting at their desk using Beca’s massive iMac. “What about me?”

“She said you’re obsessed with collegiate cheerleading. But there’s no way!”

Beca smiles at the sound of Aubrey’s voice and crosses the room to put herself in-frame of the video chat a couple of feet behind Chloe. “It’s true, I am,” Beca says with a shrug. “It’s not my fault that Jerry deserves to be on mat.”

“He really does, though!” Aubrey says, eyes big and sad as she clutches at her heart. “I love him so much.”

“Obviously we’ve been binging Cheer,” Chloe says after agreeing with the sentiments. “What are you doing to pass the time?”

“BRB,” Beca says and then wrinkles her nose at actually saying ‘b-r-b’ as she leaves the video chat for a few seconds to grab another chair and swing it around to sit next to Chloe.

She listens to the two best friends talk and though they’re actively trying to not talk about the health crisis affecting the world, the conversation keeps drifting back to it and how Los Angeles is handling it compared to Mykonos. Beca lets her hand rest at the back of Chloe’s neck, a small bit of comfort in what are proving to be increasingly unpredictable times.

“What happened to that guy you were seeing?” Beca asks, hoping to find a topic that won’t be tainted by a stupid virus.

Admittedly, she isn’t super interested in Aubrey’s romantic life but it’s something to talk about and they have nothing better to do do with their time anyway.

She does kind of tune out, though. She’s been a little distracted all day. Her day had begun by waking up to Chloe’s fingers between her legs and despite the swift orgasm she’d been gifted, her body has been humming all day. Maybe it’s because Chloe had declined her offer to return the favor, citing that it was ‘just for [Beca]’ but she’s never quite satisfied if Chloe isn’t satisfied.

Maybe it’s because their sex life, which Beca would have already described as “more than sufficient” has gone off the charts in the last week. She never would have guessed that being forced to stay home with her girlfriend for days at a time would turn them into sex fiends, but in hindsight, she doesn’t know why she was so unassuming.

There’s something freeing about having no responsibilities but each other. Chloe isn’t exhausted from a long day at the clinic. Beca isn’t tired from flying back from New York or Paris or London. They aren’t stressed out about tomorrow’s schedule or bickering because they both want to spend more time with each other but their individual lives are making it difficult.

The most important task on their daily to-do list now is each other.

And man...they have really been completing those tasks.

Chloe shivering beneath her fingers gets her attention, pulling her out of her daydream of the way a strap-wearing Chloe had bent her over the dining table last night before dinner. She hadn’t realized her fingers had started wandering with her thoughts and her fingernails are drawing goosebumps to the surface of Chloe’s skin where she’s absently stroking her neck and shoulder.

Chloe glances over and kind of smiles but falls right into the conversation.

It’s the trip down memory lane that spurs it. She’s always been easily convinced to try risque scenarios when she’s turned on, and she’s maybe not proud of how willing she is to get caught by a stranger when Chloe has her within an inch of her sanity, but she’s accepted it’s just who she is.

She scoots her chair closer to Chloe’s under the guise of wanting to simply be close and lets her fingers travel up into her hair to scratch at her scalp, something she knows Chloe loves. She watches her eyelashes flutter and feels her lean back into it. Beca doesn’t know what the conversation is about anymore; she’s not listening. Her focus is on Chloe but she’s still acutely aware that they are on camera and their very good friend Aubrey is on the other end of the line.

Maybe that’s why she’s already so turned on. They have an audience. A known audience. Aubrey is no stranger. They’ve all seen each other naked, more than once. Hell, she even made out with Aubrey once at a college party on a dare. She also knows Chloe hooked up with her a few times in college, too. Nothing more than drunken fun, but enough fun that it happened more than once.

It’s a distracting thought and Beca lets her hand backtrack until she’s rubbing the back of Chloe’s neck in a gentle massage.

Aubrey’s words finally register in her brain. “You guys are so gross and adorable.”

“What can I say?” Beca says with a shrug and a smile at the camera. “I’m whipped.”

It makes everyone laugh and she uses the break in conversation to guide Chloe’s face to hers with a touch to her chin for a kiss that is better meant for the bedroom and not in the middle of a video chat.

“Get a room, you two,” breaks through after a few seconds of Beca trying her best to steal Chloe’s breath.

It works because Chloe’s breathing quickly when she pulls back, eyes wide in surprise at the unexpected enthusiasm.

“Sorry, Aubs,” Beca says with another smile at Chloe before turning to offer the same smile to Aubrey. “What were you just saying?”

It’s a legitimate question; Aubrey had been talking when she interrupted herself to comment on Beca’s physical affection and she has no idea what the conversation was about.

She doesn’t care, though. She just wants them talking again so Chloe remains distracted, but she can tell Chloe is already distracted, but not by Aubrey. It’s clear Chloe’s on edge with the way her jaw is firmly set, the muscle in it twitching now and then as Beca excuses her hand from where it’s been caressing Chloe’s neck and shoulders to move it decidedly lower.

She does check the screen to see how she and Chloe are framed first. The camera angle them cuts off around their chests which works for her intentions.

Her relocation is quick and masked by a routine shifting of the way she’s sitting. If Aubrey’s aware that her hand just moved between Chloe’s legs, she’s doing a good job of pretending she’s not.

There’s a quick, sharp inhale from Chloe followed by a cough, another action meant to conceal something. Which tells Beca that Chloe is okay with this.

If the cough didn’t, the way her knees tip further apart would have.

Chloe’s wearing thin cotton shorts and at the first touch of her fingers, Beca knows there’s nothing under them.

She can feel Chloe’s body through them distinctly, though she keeps her touch light. Nothing more than a slow graze up and down, not enough motion to be noticeable. It’s just her middle finger stroking back and forth and she smiles when Chloe’s hand moves to her knee. They always have a need to be touching, mutually. It’s not enough for Beca to touch Chloe; Chloe needs to be touching Beca, too.

Beca’s heart is racing and she hopes she’s not flushed. A glance at their small inset video preview tells her she’s not, but Chloe does look a bit feverish.

It only emboldens Beca to stop being so gentle and press two fingers against her firmly. She just holds them there for a few seconds because Chloe’s entire body twitched with it. Plus, she’s savoring the way she can feel wetness slowly soaking through the material.

Chloe’s blunt fingernails dig into Beca’s thigh, but Beca really doesn’t care. She’s too busy beginning to massage her fingertips into Chloe’s clit through her now-soaked shorts and watching her attempt to keep up a conversation.

It’s not as though they’ve never done something like this before, but it’s never been like this. They’ve definitely touched each other below tablecloths at restaurants with others present at the table. In movie theaters with people sitting in the same row. And the number of orgasms Beca has had on commercial airliners is quite literally illegal.

This feels much more intimate. There’s not the hustle and bustle of waiters and other patrons around them. There’s not a loud action movie muffling the sound of a chair squeaking as Beca’s hips push themselves up into Chloe’s fingers again and again or a dark plane, a blanket, and the drone of jet engines.

It’s startlingly quiet save for the conversation that, she can tell, is becoming more and more difficult for Chloe to maintain without stuttering or losing her train of thought.

“Chloe? Are you okay?”

Beca bites her lip to not laugh because Chloe’s flat-out failed to speak. She waits for her to notice and slows her fingers to give her a chance to catch up.

“I’m fine!” Chloe says with too much enthusiasm than is necessary.

“It’s not like you space out in the middle of a conversation,” Beca says brightly, fingers moving in slow, slow circles. She can feel Chloe trying to move against them. “I’ll go grab you something to drink. It’s important to stay hydrated,” she adds, directed at Aubrey.

She doesn’t know what’s gotten into her.

But it’s some evil sex monster, apparently.

She stands up and starts to walk away, earning a not-subtle whimper from Chloe at the loss of her touch.

But instead of leaving, as Chloe clearly thinks she is, Beca turns around and puts a finger to her lips to shush her. It happens to be one of the fingers she was just stroking Chloe with so she slips it into her mouth while she has Chloe’s attention, her taste faint but evident.

She kneels as she does it and Chloe has to fight to rip her eyes away from Beca who is definitely no longer in the room and return to her conversation while Beca crawls back over, out of frame, until Chloe’s lifting her left leg a bit so Beca can crawl under it and tuck herself into the space beneath the desk.

She gets herself comfortable, regretting a lack of kneepads on this hardwood floor (which they do own for possible needs like this) and smirks up at Chloe who keeps glancing down at her with nervous excitement.

Beca waits, though. She needs to know Chloe is okay with this, and if she’s not, she’ll sneak out and return with a glass of water as promised and wait patiently until the call is over for Chloe to give her what she’s asking for.

A minute or two passes and then with a particularly boisterous laugh, Chloe’s lifting her ass off her chair just enough for her to slip her own shorts off.

The way she spreads her legs and looks down at Beca is obscene in its own right.

Beca puts her hands around Chloe’s knees and pushes her open wider, more for the show of it than out of necessity. She wants to see Chloe up-close, see how aroused she’s become thanks to Beca’s little game. Wetness is already streaked high along her inner thighs and her clit is swollen and peeking out, but Beca already knew that. She could feel it. But it’s something else entirely to see it.

She’s not sure how much time they have, really. Aubrey might have something better to do and hang up, which in all honesty would be totally fine. Beca will see this through regardless. But the fun, the game, the challenge, the kink is to do this while Chloe is on a live video call.

She doesn’t wait or go through her usual teasing build-up of working her way closer and closer until Chloe’s begging.

She leans close and runs her tongue through Chloe, entrance to clit, and hears Chloe stop talking mid-word for a solid two seconds before she can continue.

Beca has to struggle not to moan herself. She’s outrageously turned on and tries to channel it into her attention to Chloe.

And she lavishes that attention.

Making love to Chloe is always an experience, but some are more heightened than others. Beca has no shame in the knowledge that she would happily sit and lick Chloe for hours and then ask for permission to do it for several more. She loves it. She loves it more than she loves most things in life. If she had to rank the things she loved, Chloe would be first and eating Chloe’s pussy would be second.

Everything else is after that.

It’s almost startling how wet Chloe’s getting. Beca feels it on her chin and cheeks and laps at Chloe like she can’t get enough (she can’t). Her tongue slips higher to stop avoiding the type of focused attention she knows Chloe needs and flicks it against her clit, now fully swollen and on display for Beca to worship. Which she does. Chloe keeps inching away from her as she struggles to stay still but Beca just follows, not letting her mouth leave Chloe for even a second.

Her tongue flicks and swirls and when she knows Chloe’s not expecting it, she lifts her hand and sinks two fingers into her to give her something to squeeze.

A moan gets her attention and she glances up to see Chloe’s head thrown back just as fingers slide into Beca’s hair to start guiding her.

The sight makes Beca moan, too, and whatever semblance of discretion they’d been exercising gets thrown out the window. She didn’t remember Chloe telling Aubrey goodbye or hearing the sound of the call disconnecting, but it’s hard to hear with Chloe’s thighs pressing against her ears every few seconds as she writhes in her seat.

She’s just starting to set a pace with her fingers when she hears another moan. Except, it’s definitely not her own, and it’s definitely not Chloe’s.

Her whole body freezes on reflex and Chloe’s head snaps up.

“Baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah, keep going.”

Beca’s head whips around, hair pulling uncomfortably where it’s still tangled in Chloe’s fingers, to look up at the computer screen.

She was so focused she had no idea they’d migrated so far away from the desk or that what they were doing was in full-frame, right down to where it cut off just below Beca’s ass.

If that wasn’t enough of a surprise, the fact that Aubrey’s chair has rolled back enough for it to be obvious that she’s touching herself, hand down the front of her leggings, was definitely a shock.

But the screaming arousal shoves away the shock and the sight makes Beca groan. She hadn’t expected this; she’d expected to get Chloe off quickly while their friend was none the wiser. That was the game.

This was...a threesome?

“Holy fuck,” Beca says, watching Aubrey (who didn’t stop touching herself with Beca’s discovery) for a few seconds before turning back to Chloe following a sharp tug on her hair. “Holy fuck,” she says again before leaning back in to take Chloe’s clit between her lips and start sucking as her fingers start thrusting.

Her mind is reeling. Every time she glances up, Chloe’s eyes are either locked on her, locked on the screen, or her head is thrown back. She rearranges a little, no longer having to be discreet, and uses her free hand to lift Chloe’s leg over her shoulder. The other stays planted on the floor for leverage, Beca realizes, so Chloe can rock her hips up into Beca’s face.

She’s never heard Aubrey like this before. Her moans are loud and breathy and Beca can tell by the way they’re stilted that she’s touching herself hard and fast.

She does the same for Chloe, fingers starting to pound into her in fast, short strokes as she sucks harder and harder on her clit.

Chloe’s moan of, “Shit, I’m so close,” sends Beca’s hand down the front of her own shorts to thrust three fingers into herself and start riding her own hand.

It’s a move she didn’t think would have any effect on but herself but she hears Aubrey react, a moan of Beca’s name that almost sends Beca flying over the edge.

“I wanna watch you come together.” Aubrey’s breathing hard. “Make her come, Beca.”

“Oh, my God,” she groans into Chloe before she pulls hard on her clit with her lips and curls her fingers to grind into the spot inside Chloe that will make her see stars. Her own hips and other hand move fast; she’s so desperately horny that she doesn’t actually want to come. She just wants to maintain this level of arousal forever.

But Chloe’s moaning her name and swearing and she feels her cunt tightening around her fingers so she fucks herself— and Chloe— harder and harder until Chloe’s moans are so loud they’re creating feedback on the call.

She feels Chloe explode from within and lets go, too, both of them moaning and bucking, wetness dripping down both of Beca’s hands.

And then she hears it.

She hears Aubrey coming and she takes her mouth away from Chloe, still fucking with her fingers, so they can watch it happen together.

It’s really a sight to behold to see Aubrey in a state of pure ecstasy. No hang-ups or stress or worries, just pure and utter release.

“Shit,” Chloe whispers but it’s more than loud enough to reach Beca’s ears.

She doesn’t look away from the screen but she does slip her fingers out to move them to her clit to start rubbing because she knows Chloe always comes twice in a row. And she kind of really wants to watch Aubrey, still breathing hard and still clearly touching herself, watch her make Chloe come since she missed it last time.

It doesn’t take long.

And she gets way more bang for her buck than she expected; apparently Aubrey’s into being watched, too, and as soon as she notices Beca watching her and touching Chloe she’d fallen right back into the same rhythm she’s kept on herself, one that’s hard and fast and tells Beca that Aubrey’s as impossibly turned on as she knows Chloe is.

She doesn’t have to turn around to see that, though. She has ears and as much as she’s watching Aubrey, she’s watching herself and Chloe in the picture-in-picture display.

It doesn’t take long—it never does—for Chloe to be on the edge again. She falls quickly, no prolonged plateau with how overstimulated she is, and Beca watches Aubrey watch Chloe fall apart on screen until Aubrey’s falling apart again, too.

Beca turns back to Chloe once Aubrey’s moans have subsided to bury her face between her thighs. Not to make her come again, though she knows she could. Instead, she licks at her slowly, trying to clean her up (a futile effort) and prolong their intimacy.

Eventually, the bubble of sexual tension surrounding them pops and she feels Chloe stroking her hair and saying her name.

It pulls her out of her reverie and she hears Aubrey’s voice say something, but she doesn’t catch what it was. The reality of what just happened slams down on her and she leaps backward, slamming the back of her head on the desk before groaning it and ducking beneath it to hide.

“Oh, my God, baby, are you okay?” Chloe says, rolling herself forward to check on her.

Beca feels like she’s on fire, and not in a good way. Everything had been so hot in the moment but now she’s mortified. That was Aubrey. Aubrey whom they’ve known for so many years. Who they’ve lived with and cried with and would probably be Chloe’s doula whenever they finally got around to the whole having kids thing.

“What happened? Was that your head? Beca, are you okay?!”

Beca just groans again and lets her face fall into Chloe’s naked lap, though there’s no licking this time. “I cannot believe that just happened.”

She hears Chloe laugh and feels hands on her head feeling the throbbing spot on the back of it. “It’s not a big deal,” Chloe says soothingly.

“We literally just fucked in front of Aubrey.” Her voice is muffled and it must be amusing for Chloe because she giggles again.

“I don’t think she minded, babe.”

“I really didn’t. Will you come out from under there so I can see you?”

Beca sighs and lifts her head so Chloe, still nude from the waist down, can roll backward to let her out. She ends up sitting in Chloe’s lap even though her own empty chair is right there, but she has a desperate need to feel protected right now.

She glances at the screen and tries to ignore how flushed Aubrey’s face still is. How flushed all three of them are if she’s honest. “What?” she says flatly.

“Look, Beca. I can pretend this never happened if you need me to. Chalk it up to cabin fever.”

“I’m okay with everything that happened,” Chloe says with a squeeze of her arms around Beca’s waist.

“Of course, you are,” Beca sighs. “Well, I really only have myself to blame here, right?”

Chloe and Aubrey both make sounds of agreement.

“But just so you know,” she continues to Aubrey, “I really didn’t intend for things to...for things to go that far. You weren’t supposed to know.”

“It was pretty obvious the second you ‘left’”—she uses air quotes—“to get Chloe something to drink and she could barely string a sentence together ten seconds later. I’m not an idiot.”

“Well, it’s not my fault this one can’t keep her shit together for five minutes,” she jokes with a playful pinch to Chloe’s cheek that earns her a slap on her hip that would have been on her ass if the angle was different. “What?! It’s true!”

“Yeah, well,” is all Chloe argues, “what are ya gonna do?”

“Well, I’m going to say good night. This has been sufficiently...sufficient,” Aubrey says with a bit of a laugh.

“Sleep well, Bree,” Chloe says with a wave before the call ends and Aubrey disappears.

“Oh, my God!” Beca crows, covering her face while Chloe bursts into hysterics. “How long did you know she was watching?!”

“Oh, a long time,” Chloe says through her laugh. “Wait, are you mad?” she asks, suddenly sobering.

“No, I’m not mad,” Beca sighs. “I just cannot believe we fucked in front of Aubrey. On camera!”

“Would you have preferred it to not be on camera?”

The suggestion makes Beca’s brain short-circuit and her hesitation must be obvious because Chloe gasps and bounces her in her lap like she’s a damn child.

“Oh, my God, Beca do you want to have a threeway with Bree?”

“Stop it,” Beca says, shoving her finger in Chloe’s face only for it to be captured in a fist and pushed away.

“You do!”

“I—no! Look—this was—” she struggles for words. “This was an accident! It was just hot and everyone was turned on and it was...it was an accident,” she finishes weakly.

“Which is why you watched her get off the second time instead of me?”

“I was watching both of you!” she yells in defense and then immediately regrets it. Instead of claiming her easy victory, Chloe just grins at Beca until she crumbles with a groan. “Shut up.”

“It’s okay, baby; it’s hot,” Chloe says and Beca has no choice but to give in when Chloe guides her down and into a kiss that reminds Beca’s body she didn’t get to come a second time like Aubrey and Chloe did.

She whines into it, feeling every bit the pathetic person she is when she’s in this state and feels Chloe smile against her lips.

“Okay, okay, let’s relocate and I’ll take care of you.”

“Thank you,” Beca says before stealing another kiss and climbing off Chloe’s lap. “And we tell no one of this.”

“Scout’s honor,” Chloe says as she holds up three fingers that Beca knows are going to be buried in her in the next few minutes.

“But maybe we find out if Aubrey has plans tomorrow night,” she says. “Probably not, right? Who has plans anymore?” “We do,” Chloe says as she snags Beca around the waist to lead them to their bedroom.

The End

#triple treble #bechloe #beca mitchell #bechloe fic rec #aubrey posten #SIN #THIS IS SIN #and it was a prompt #fanfiction #pitch perfect

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