#Second Hand Golf Ball Retriever

[noimnotmae]

𝐌𝐈𝐗-𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏 — Lando Norris⁴

summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸

Ｐａｒｔ １

— "Oh no," the sound of your troubled voice alerted your best friend, who immediately went to your side asking, "What's wrong?" You rummaged through what you thought was your bag, only to find that the contents inside were not your belongings. You looked at your friend, panic evident in your eyes, and said, "This isn't my bag."

Your friend took a closer look at the bag. Due to all the rummaging, a single golf ball fell from it. "A golf ball?" you asked, confused, immediately running after the ball to catch it. After retrieving the ball, you walked back to where your friend stood and put the ball back inside the bag before zipping it close.

"Okay, where did you last place your actual bag?" your friend asked. "Over on that bench over there," you replied, pointing at the bench. "Alright, let's see if it's still there. If it's not, let's report it." You nodded as both of you went to the bench. Reaching the bench, you see that your bag was nowhere to be found.

"No, no, no, all my important stuff was in that bag!" Out of frustration you almost threw the bag in your hands, thankfully your friend was there to prevent that from happening. "Let's not take our anger out on the poor bag," she took the bag from you and rubbed circles on your back to calm you down. "Right, this is my fault anyways— I took the bag randomly."

"Let's go make a report, see if the airport does something about it," your friend suggests. "Alright," you say, trying to sound optimistic.

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livduh Girl?

ynusername never visiting you again

liveduh Why're you blaming me??

lhea_theitgirl she's blaming everything and everyone at this point, even the bag.

livduh uncool

ynusername 😞

user1 pretty 🤩

user2 explanation for the caption?

ynusername lost my bag in the airport

lhea_theitgirl you mean you grabbed the wrong bag?

ynusername it's the same thing 🙄

user2 omg yn 😭

user3 absolutely stunning ✨

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[Irl]

As you waited at the bench, fidgeting nervously, your friend noticed as you stood up and headed back to the customer service desk, the wrong bag slung over your shoulder. You were growing impatient with each passing second.

At the desk, you accidentally slapped your hand on the counter. "Girl, calm down," your friend whispered. Her words went unheard as you began asking questions to the woman behind the desk counter.

Unbeknownst to you, a guy with a similar bag approached the desk. Your friend tried to get your attention, but you brushed her off. She watched as you and the guy made complaints about your bags.

"Is there any update on my bag?"

"I'm here to report a missing bag."

You turned to the man's voice and saw your bag in his hands. Both bags were identical.

"Anyways, as I was trying to say, I think I found your bag," your friend chuckled.

You glanced at the bag, then at the man, before taking a hesitant step forward. "Could I check if that's mine?" you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty. He met your gaze briefly before glancing at the bag you held. "In exchange, could I see if that one is mine?" you agreed with a nod.

As you both swapped bags, you wasted no time in going through the contents of the one you now held. A wave of relief washed over you as you spotted your wallet inside. With shaky laughter, you checked that everything else was intact. "Thank goodness!" you exclaimed.

"Is that yours?" the man's friend inquired. "Thankfully, yes," he breathed out in relief. After zipping the bag closed, the man turned to you, taking a step forward and extending his hand. "Thanks for not taking off with my bag." With a smile, you shook his hand, letting out a light chuckle. "I couldn't do that, especially when mine is with this bag's owner," you joked, eliciting a laugh from the man.

"YN, it's time to go. We need check into our hotel," your best friend whispered in your ear. You nodded in agreement, releasing the man's hand. "Thank you once again," you offered a slight bow to him and the woman at the front desk, expressing your apologies for the inconvenience. Sliding your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your suitcases, you made your way to the exit, waving goodbye to the stranger.

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livduh finally got your bag back i see. now get your asses here

ynusername gurl wait, we're getting ready!

lhea_theitgirl can't wait to go to the beach!

user4 omg, you're in Miami!

user5 my family's going to Miami tomorrow. I hope I'll get the chance to meet you 😍

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You locked your hotel room door and turned towards the way to the elevator, only to freeze when you spotted a familiar face down the hallway. Surprise painted both your expressions as recognition dawned.

The awkward silence stretched between you until he finally spoke up. "It's you again," he chuckled softly. You managed a sheepish smile. "What a coincidence," you replied.

His smile softened, and you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he smiled– well, cute overall, really. You mentally shook off the thought. "Yeah, who knew we'd end up at the same hotel," you said with a forced laugh.

Sensing your nervousness, he extended his hand. "I'm Lando, Lando Norris," he introduced himself, mirroring your airport encounter. You accepted his handshake, feeling your shoulders relax at the contact. "Nice to meet you, Lando," you replied.

Your phone buzzed in your other hand, interrupting the moment. Cursing softly, you released his hand. "I'm YN, and I have to go. See you later, Lando!" With that, you dashed off towards the elevator.

Lando watched you go, a smile lingering on his lips. What a day it had been.

Ｐａｒｔ ２ — Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

A/N : Wanted to write about my fav F1 Driver so here it is. Literally started writing this before the final race in Miami. Still can't believe Lando won his first ever race. Honestly, I have to constantly make sure I'm not dreaming, lmao.

Also, if anyone wants to be tagged for this series just let me know in the comments.

[erwinsvow]

omg i keep thinking about reader teasing rafe all day, and like reader keeps like finding reasons that they can’t have sex just to see how far rafe would go. i feel like rafe would either not stand for it or he would get so angry

so bitchy reader coded!!!! she loooves to do this

teasing rafe is fun because it's so easy. he's such a sucker, falls for your same tricks everytime. you have him running in circles without doing anything at all.

and at heart, you like to see it. it's fun for you—watching him chase you. he cares enough to do it, hasn't stopped even though it's been weeks and months of the same, ever since you caved and allowed yourself to realize you wanted rafe to be your boyfriend.

it starts the same—his favorite dress. strapless, with a pretty blue pattern and a ribbon border that ties into a bow on the neckline, at the curve of your tits. you look pretty, you always do, but this dress makes you even prettier, you think. you pick it out knowing he goes crazy over it every time, knowing you were going to make it hard for him today.

it's not really a day dress, so you slip your white cardigan over your shoulders to make it seem more so, climbing into the passenger seat of rafe's truck with a little too much show, revealing a little too much leg and hands lingering on the seatbelt across your chest a little too long.

when rafe sees you, he swallows hard, and you already know your plan is working. he stares, where the seat belt tightens on your body and the expanse of your thighs that's openly visible now that you're seated.

"rafe?" you question, staring back at your boyfriend while his eyes are hyperfocused on your exposed skin.

"hm?" he looks up at your eyes for a second.

"are you gonna drive or just keep looking at me?"

"oh. uh-" he shifts the car into gear, taking off, though you catch him staring back at you every few minutes. the next time he does, you move your hand to his cheek, pushing it gently so he's looking on the road.

"eyes ahead, perv. i don't wanna die because you're horny," you say it with a laugh, though he doesn't take it as one.

"shut up. why'd you wear that dress?"

a good question. why had you worn the dress? because you and rafe had gotten into a little fight the night before, and there was nothing more satisfying to you than making him cave first in your fights.

"my others were in the laundry. tough."

when he arrives at the country club, it just hits him there's a fully planned day ahead—lunch with top and kelce, golf, dinner with your parents and then the party later that night. there's hardly any time to get you alone.

"listen, princess, i think-"

"gonna be late, rafe! let's go," you say, making a show out of getting out of the truck and flashing him in the process. he groans before getting out to join you.

the day moves painstakingly slow for him. at lunch, you take off the cardigan and lean in to tell him something twice, letting him stare down the front of your dress for a moment before you pull away. when you go to the bathroom to freshen up, he gets up to join you, but you yell out to a friend in the distance and walk in with her, smiling back at rafe.

he sits back at the table grumbling something.

"what's wrong with you?" kelce asks, "never seen you this mad before golf."

"shut it."

on the course, his game is completely off. you keep bending over to retrieve the golf balls after he holes out, walking back and placing it into his palm with a sweet smile, though you are anything but.

"what're you doin'?" rafe asks, holding you close with your arm in his hand.

"getting the ball for top. what else?"

"no, you're fuckin' not." he grips your arm a little tighter, but you break loose, turning around and smiling back at him, before bending over to pick up top's golf ball and placing it in his hand.

he makes it to dinner with your parents angry and horny. you're seated next to rafe, rattling on about your day to them with a hand on rafe's arm. your foot rubs against his ankle, crawling further up while he tries to tell your dad about his golf score.

"the new course is great," your dad says, just as rafe feels your hand on his thigh.

"y-yeah," rafe chokes out.

"you okay? drink some water," you say, smiling like a concerned girlfriend instead of the little devil you really are.

a full day's events later, he gets you alone at the party, setting his beer aside to yank you by the back of your dress into the nearest empty bedroom. your friends stare while rafe drags you away, though you don't look the least bit upset about it.

"hey! you're gonna rip my dress," you say, trying to get free from his insanely strong grip.

"shut it. what the fuck was that all day? huh? thought that was cute?" rafe sounds about as angry as you've ever heard—it's a lot hotter than you had expected.

"what? i didn't do anything."

"shut up. get on the fuckin' bed."

"okay!" you chirp, agreeing immediately. teasing rafe was only fun because you got what you wanted out of it—him, at the end, all angry and tense and pent up. you reach back to undo the bow on your dress, getting ready to unzip it when rafe's hand stops your own.

"no. leave it on."

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putt-putt

pairing- Lando Norris x fem!reader

wc- 1.3k

summary- You and Lando are too competitive for you own good, so what is a better date idea than a round of putt-putt

a/n: this is a little b-day gift for my bestest friend @arieslost I LOVE YOU BESTIE.

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“Babe, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

If someone walked in and saw the look on Lando’s face they would assume that you just kicked the poor man’s dog. But the truth to Lando’s sad expression- your insistence that a mini-golf date was not at all a great idea that Lando chalked it up to be. 

Lando stares up at you from where his head rest on your lap, his lips pouted out, “Why not?” 

“Are you seriously asking me that? Do you remember the last time we went? Or the time we played Mario Kart, Uno, Monopoly. Do you remember anytime we played something that had us competing against each other.” Lando continues to stare at you, as if he has no idea what you are talking about. 

“Lando! Seriously?! We each get pissy at each other. We are both too competitive for our own good.” 

Lando shoots up from were he was laying, startling you. He reaches across you to where his phone lays on the side table, “But babe, you haven’t even seen how cool this place is!” He shoves his now unlocked phone in your face, “See!” 

You move back and take Lando’s phone from his hand. You see that he already has their Instagram paged pulled up. You scroll through a couple of their post. 18 holes, Atlantis themed, has an aquarium, good photo opportunities. 

“It is nice,” you agree. 

“Babe. Please.” 

Your resolve crumbles in a matter of seconds, “Fine, but I have 2 conditions,” you watch Lando’s face fall, “1- You will not, and I mean, NOT, do that spiderman-whatever-it-is pose on the course and 2- If an argument or anythings breaks out and we get pissy at each other I get to say I told you so.” 

“Deal!”

The first ‘disagreement’ of the day occurred not even 2 holes into the course. Lando claimed that you had purposely aimed for his ugly neon green ball. 

“You did that on purpose!” 

You stand there with a bewildered look on your face, “Are you kidding me? Your ball is right in the middle of the damn way. Of course I’m going to hit it!” 

This is exactly why you couldn’t stand playing against Lando. When the two of you played together against other people, you guys were a powerhouse, unstoppable. Putting the two of you against one another, well the results were what you were dealing with now. 

“Lando I swear to God I will leave you here and you can walk home. Remember our ‘deal’? Because I do.”  You wave your golf club at him in a warning manner. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry baby.” 

You sigh out, you could never stay made at Lando when he gave you that puppy dog eyes look, “It’s fine, let’s just try and have a good time.” 

The two of you move through the course, you’re keeping score with a baby pencil on the little piece of paper one of the workers gave you when you picked out your balls, not trusting Lando to put down the correct score. 

“Awww. Babe, look your favorite food,” You point to the fish in aquarium that lines the next hole. 

You hear Lando make a noise and a pinch in your side. “That one looks like you,” Lando tells you as he points to the ugliest fish in the tank. 

You ram you elbow back, hitting him right in the stomach, “You ass. Keep it up and you’ll be sleeping with them.” 

“Come on, we got like, 7 holes left.” Lando grabs you hand and drags you away to the next hole. 

Lando drops his ball on the green, lines up his shot and swings. You watch as the ball bounces off the barrier and rolls right into the hole. “Hole in one babyyyyyy!” He exclaims, club raised over his head. “I’d like to see you do that.” 

“Bet.” Is all you say as Lando walks over to hole to retrieve his ball. He moves off to the side and watches as you line up your shot, a smirk resting on his face. 

You swing, and your ball does the same thing that Lando’s did, resulting in you own hole in one. 

“Hole in one babyyyyyy!” You mimic his early reaction. You do his same winning motion and you watch his smirk fall with a smirk of your own. 

The two of you aren’t the only people in here, there is a family a four ahead of you and another couple behind you. As Lando and you are walking to the next hole you can’t help but glance back at the couple, who, unlike you and Lando, are being all lovey dovey. The boyfriend is helping the girl with her swing, standing behind her, holding her hands as they swing the club together. 

You nudge Lando, “See we could be like them,” you point to the couple, “instead we’re two competitive a-holes.” 

Lando shrugs. “I like your competitiveness, gives me my money worth.” 

“Well be sure to keep that mentality after I beat your ass.” 

“We still have 3 more holes,” Lando points out. 

“Yeah, but with how bad you’re doing, I think I got this in the bag.” 

“Don’t count all your eggs before they hatch.” 

“Chickens, babe. Chickens. It’s- don’t count all your chickens before they hatch.” 

“Wait, then what’s the egg one?” 

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket?” You say unclear to which one he is referring to.

“That’s it!” 

You roll your eyes, “You’re lucky your handsome.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you pat him on the shoulder and start walking to the next hole. 

“No, what did you mean by that?” Lando calls out from behind you and all you can do is giggle. 

It’s the last hole and maybe Lando was right, you shouldn’t have counted all your chickens before they hatched. Because the past two holes Lando has managed to get two holes in one, you on the other hand were plundering. 

“So, we’re tied right now. This is the last hole, therefore, the tie-breaker.” 

“Do you want to go first?” 

“I guess.” Honestly no, you didn’t want to go first. You rather watch how Lando does first, then try to replicate whatever he did, your strategy you’ve been using the entire game. 

You line up your shot and swing. A very underwhelming delivery on your end. Lando goes and has the same result. Second swing same thing, ultimately closer to the hole before. Lando swings and his ball is just a little behind yours. Third swing, and PLUNK, right into the hole. You hold in your celebration, Lando could still tie. Lando goes for his turn, and he puts to much force in his swing, his ball goes in and right back out of the hole. It’s on his fourth try that his ball makes it in. 

“YES! I WON!” Your shout draws the attention of the couple behind you, you give them an apologetic look. You turn your attention to Lando, who is looking at you with nothing but adoration. 

“Well done,” Lando gives you a little golf clap and you take a bow. 

“I guess I don’t get to tell you I told you so.” You say as the two of you walk in the parking lot hand-in-hand. 

“Wow, we actually had a nice outing and that’s all you can say,” 

You stop and jerk Lando’s hand towards you, “I had a fun time, even if we did get a little competitive.” 

Lando’s hands move to you waist and pull you into a hug, “I had a fun time too, even though I lost.” 

“Don’t be a sore loser.” 

He wouldn’t say anything today, but maybe sometime in the future he would tell you that he purposely swung a little too hard on his third turn so that his ball would bounce out of the hole. But for now he could live with the little white lie, as long as it made you happy.

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victory lap [ellie williams]

pairing; f!reader x ellie

cw; rich!ellie, plus-sized female!reader, degradation (kinda), mean!ellie, vouyerism, semi-public masturbation(kinda?), ellie and reader are both perverted ngl

an; syd's comeback??? and it's smut?????? i've had this in my drafts since like may and finally got around to editing it so here you go. and i swear i'm working on chapter 8. and also please don't ask why i didn't pick a sexier sport. like basketball or something. i don't know either. ok bye.

for my sweet babies @coeurify @bambiesfics @addisonnie @seattlesellie

It was yet another blazing hot day at the country club, the sun’s sweltering rays kissing the backs of your legs as you bent down to retrieve a fallen golf ball from the bright green turf, careful not to bend straight over so that your panties would be on full display for anyone who dared to walk behind you. You readjusted the visor on your head upon standing, before you wiped a speck of excess dirt off the white plastic with a perfectly manicured finger before passing it off to Tommy Miller. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, making sure to grab an unnecessary amount of your hand in his own as he took the ball. He winked at you before readjusting his own visor, and setting up the ball on the tee. After the first time you caddied for Tommy, he started requesting you by name. Of course, you knew it probably had a little something to do with the way you caught him staring at your full breasts that sat perfectly in your pink racerback, neckline so low everyone could watch the way small beads of sweat would dribble down your skin and disappear between your chest. 

The truth is, you didn’t mind that Tommy was a little flirty with you, or even handsy sometimes, for that matter—for two reasons. The main one being, Tommy had money. Like, different car for each day of the week money. And his brother, Joel, somehow had even more, you’d reckoned from the times you’ve gotten to chat with him. They were always talking about what new business venture they’d invested in this week, or what extravagant trips they were taking next week. To the average person, it might sound snobby and pretentious—because well, it was—but around the club, it was normal. But you didn’t mind, because the more money your club members made, the more money they could put in your pocket. And you had bills to pay. 

The second reason being, of course, you knew it wouldn’t get them anywhere. Not when you weren’t really into Tommy’s…type, if you will. 

“Of course, Tommy,” you smiled warmly at him, before stepping back to stand in the shade of the golf cart as you watched him line up his shot. Just as he was all set up, swinging his arms behind him to take the shot, his phone began ringing loudly from his back pocket.  

“Goddamn, piece ‘uh shit!” He exclaimed as the ringer clearly messed up his concentration. You had to hide your smile as he shot you an apologetic look before tucking the club under his arm and pulling out his phone to answer. The club was a little high and tight, with people talking like they’d just stepped off the set of an eighties classic film, but Tommy was a little…different. Coming from Texas, the money he’s made never quite washed away his potty mouth, nor his laid-back attitude.

“What is it Joel? Oh, you’re here?” Tommy glanced at you before dropping his gaze to the ground, rolling the golf ball around with his foot mindlessly. “Yeah, yeah. Okay. No, I’ll have her come pick you two up. Yep. Alright, see ya in a bit.” 

You straightened up against the cart as he approached you, ready to do whatever it was he’d ask. 

“Joel’s here?” You asked, sliding into the cart preemptively. 

“Yeah, that sonuva bitch decided to stop by after all. Him and Ellie are waitin’ at the clubhouse, would you mind swingin’ to pick them up?” 

“Ellie?” You cocked your head slightly, but slid through to the driver’s seat nonetheless. 

“Ah, forgot you haven’t met ‘er yet,” Tommy said, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed down to where your thick thighs spilled out onto the seat, your panties just barely covered by the white pleated golf skirt that rode up when you sat. You immediately averted your gaze, turning the key to the cart and feeling it rumble to life. “Ellie’s Joel’s daughter. I think she’s about your age…she’s great n’ all, honors student in college, yadda yadda…y’all might actually hit it off.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said playfully. If only he knew what he was actually implying to your sapphic brain. He just smirked at you, tapping the hood of the cart twice before walking back to the tee. “See ya in a bit,” he called over his shoulder as you drove away. You weren’t too far from the clubhouse, as Tommy had barely gotten started on his round, so it was a quick little drive over. The warm breeze tickled the baby hairs peeking from beneath your visor, and helped to cool the bare skin of your arms. 

Joel was waiting for you in the cart-turnaround at the back of the clubhouse when you arrived, and gave you a little wave as you turned around the corner. You waved back, putting on your best smile and doe eyes as you pulled up in front of him standing alone with two golf club bags at his sides. He smiled politely when you came to a stop, jumping out quickly to retrieve his bags when he started trying to put them on the cart himself. 

“Joel, you know you don’t have to worry about all that. Not when I’m around, at least.” You smirked at him as you picked up the two bags of heavy clubs with ease, loading them onto the back of the cart.

“C’mon now, I can’t even attempt to be a gentleman?” He joked, tipping his visor at you playfully. You giggled, exaggeratedly. 

“Oh, but of course, Mr. Miller. My apologies.” You pretended to curtsey for him, just barely lifting the hem of your short skirt as to not completely expose yourself—but surely you didn’t miss the completely conspicuous way his eyes traveled down the expanse of your curves, from the way your breasts practically spilled from your tank top, to the small patch of exposed skin at your midriff, all the way down to the way your white skirt flowed as you crossed your legs. I mean, who wouldn’t look, honestly? He huffed out a laugh and you took that as your cue to slide back into the driver’s seat, and Joel leaned a strong arm against the roof of the cart. 

“Tommy mentioned your daughter? Is she—” 

“Ready, Dad?” You could only assume Ellie, his daughter, suddenly appeared behind Joel, effectively shutting you up and quite literally taking your breath away. You at least had the decency to choke quietly, using Joel’s surprise as an excuse to turn your head away, bringing your fist to your mouth for a moment as you cleared your throat and tried to regain your composure. You felt the cart dip to your right, so you turned back, expecting to see Joel sliding in next to you—but no, it just had to be his daughter. His beautiful, angelically-built daughter with a perfect smile and perfect jade eyes and somehow even more perfect hands, which she was using to grip the stability bar at the front of the cart as she slid in next to you. 

You felt stunned, could do nothing but pathetically stare at her with your mouth slightly agape as you heard Joel’s phone ringing distantly, somewhere in the back of your mind, even though you knew he was sat right behind you. A half smile made the corner of Ellie’s lip twitch ever so slightly, but she looked away quickly, leaving you practically lusting at the sight of her side profile. 

“You gonna take us to Tommy? Or just sit there and stare like you ain’t got nothin’ in your brain?” Her voice was like pure sex; rich and modulated, no real Southern accent like her father, but his vernacular had definitely rubbed off. It was really hard to not show that her words were heading straight to your lower half, your thighs pressing together just inconspicuously enough that you’d probably be able to play it off if she really noticed. You had to at least look embarrassed, averting your gaze so that you could turn the small engine over. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. Tommy speaks very highly of you.” You chose to ignore her little comment, focusing instead on trying to treat Ellie just like every member you’d had the pleasure of serving. 

And oh boy, would it be a pleasure to serve Ellie. 

“M’sure he does,” Ellie all but laughed, leaning back so that her legs spread apart across the seat, her left knee getting dangerously close to your legs. You swallowed thickly, trying to watch the movement of her tattooed arm from your peripheral as she slung it over the back of the seat. You could tell it was a natural response, that she probably man-spreaded like this everywhere—but some sick and perverted part of your mind wanted to believe that she was doing it for you, that she wanted you to see her act so…

“Eyes on the fucking road, sweetheart,” she said, and it was quiet. But the weight of it made you nearly squeak—how long had you been looking over at her?—narrowly avoiding a decently-sized rock that would have gotten easily stuck in the small tires of the golf cart. “This your first day on the job or somethin’?” 

And Ellie was so fucking casual with it. Like she hadn’t even meant to degrade you. You stammered a bit, and you swear you could feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. Tommy appeared suddenly as you reached the small summit of the course hill, and all you could do was huff quietly as you approached, again choosing to ignore the way she taunted you like it was second nature. Luckily, she either didn’t hear or chose to ignore you, but she didn’t say another word as you pulled up near Tommy, just as he was taking a long swing with his driver.

“You see that shit, Joel?” He asked as he squinted out at the ball flying through the air with impressive speed. “Might actually beat ya this time, whatcha think?” 

“Yeah, yeah, you just got a head start, that’s all.” You could hear the smile in Joel’s voice as you quickly jumped out of the cart and ran to grab his clubs for him, and Ellie’s, too. He was finishing up his phone call as he took the bag from you, giving you a small nod before you turned to face Ellie. Now that you were standing practically face to face, you had to stop yourself from looking her up and down. Or you at least had to find a way to be discreet about it…and that was one thing you were, was quick on your feet. 

“These are some nice clubs,” you praised, using it as an excuse to look down at her, playing it off like you were examining them. Her feet were clad in an expensive pair of golfing shoes, her toned calves running into thighs covered in a simple, black, five inch inseam short. You gulped inconspicuously, as your eyes quickly moved past her crotch. Surely, you were hallucinating that…bulge. 

“Aw, so you can be helpful when you wanna be,” Ellie snickered, taking the bag away from you with such quickness that your arm was left hovering in the air. You shook your head slightly as if to shake the thoughts away, and dared to look her in the eyes once more. 

“I sure do try my best,” you said, and it wasn’t meant to be bratty, it really wasn’t—but Ellie’s smirk quickly soured, and she huffed and slung the bag over her shoulder. 

“Get me some water, will you?” She jutted her chin toward the cooler attached to the back of the cart, and you could only nod, instantly following her blunt command like you were a puppet on her string. What was she doing to you?

Ellie wasn’t always an asshole, you see. No, no, society made her this way. Have you ever noticed how rich kids aren’t friends with the poor ones, or vice versa? It’s because they can never find any middle ground, no similarities, no common interests. The kids going to public school were happy with a day trip to the city as a vacation; meanwhile, Ellie was missing weeks of her prissy private school education to fly halfway around the world on a business trip with her dad. 

And now, she was a rich girl going to a pretentious university. But she didn’t like the fact that people saw her this way: an asshole with her nose always pointing up; getting clocked as a rich girl as soon as anyone with eyes looked at the way she was dressed; never knowing if someone liked her for her, instead of just for her money. People were going to look at her and see ‘rich, pretentious asshole’ painted on her forehead no matter what—so why not embrace it? Why not put on this stupid little act that everyone else in her social class seemed to? 

And that’s where the soul-sucking began, Ellie realized. That’s how the bratty, entitled kids from her high school ended up just like their evil, entitled parents. She didn’t want to be this way. It just…happened. 

Nevertheless, Ellie pulled the Nike-swooshed visor off of her head for a moment to run her fingers through her reddish-brown tresses, trying to shake away the heat of the sun. You couldn’t help but to let your eyes linger on the way her tattooed arm flexed as she did so, nearly tripping over your own feet as you brought her a completely unnecessary plastic bottle full of water. 

“You know, they make reusable water bottles, nowadays,” you blurted out, your sarcasm taking over momentarily, the heat nearly making you forget where you were. You were at work. Of course rich people don’t care about using plastic water bottles. Ellie raised a curious brow, perfectly groomed with a small scar parting the arch. She didn’t even have to say anything—she just stood there, giving you that…look, and your eyes widened in surprise. She snatched the water bottle from your hand with such force that you flinched, the plastic crinkling almost louder than the sound of Tommy and Joel’s banter.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” you found yourself saying, eyes immediately falling to the ground. As she took a swig of water, Ellie couldn’t help but to notice this, and file it away in her brain for another time—the way she didn’t even have to say anything to you, and you were already so…

submissive. 

“Don’t call me Miss,” she said simply as she screwed the cap back on. You nodded, folding your hands together in front of you before looking back up to catch her gaze. 

“Yes, Ellie,” and her name came out like a drawl naturally…swear. The syllables rolled off your tongue and straight to your lower half, took you to a place so heavenly—your panties were growing wetter by the second, the press of your plush thighs getting tighter as you watched her expression. Her eyes darkened momentarily (or did she just squint at the sun?), and her posture shifted (maybe she got a cramp?). It was like she was trying to read your mind, and you were pretty sure she practically could as you watched her pretty pink tongue dart out to catch the wetness that remained on her lips—you found yourself salivating at the sight, having to quite literally force your jaw to stay closed. 

She was an asshole, sure—but that doesn’t mean you still don’t want to fuck her. 

“My clubs?” Ellie broke you out of your little fantasy by invading your presence, so close you were suddenly overwhelmed. She had set her clubs down in front of her when she took a drink of water, and it was now suddenly your job to hand them to her. “Do we need to clean out your ears or somethin’? Jesus.” She was shaking her head, feigning disappointment, and you stammered. No, no, you’ve never had an unsatisfied member and you weren’t going to start now. Especially not with Ellie. You felt the urge to please her, go above and beyond and make sure she never had to lift a finger—but she was scoffing and reaching to grab her clubs before you could get out another word. 

“No, no, no Mi-” You caught yourself before you made yet another embarrassing mistake. For the second time. “Ellie. My apologies, I’ll follow you.” It was a bit proper, maybe a bit much…but you had to make it up to her, you had to. Whatever it takes. 

“I want my driver first. You do know which one that is, right?” And she was nasty, voice laced with venom as she called over her shoulder. When did she start walking away? And should your pussy be throbbing over that? You didn’t even respond as you lugged her bag over your shoulder, trailing behind her to catch up to Tommy and Joel. They were still bantering away when you approached, cursing and laughing and hitting each other, like brothers do. 

“Look who finally made it,” Ellie’s eyes rolled when you caught up, so quickly you almost missed it. You were like, fifteen steps behind her, there’s no way that was called for. You stayed silent as you unloaded the clubs off your shoulder, doing your best not to show any hint of negative emotion on your face, propping the bag up before pulling Ellie’s driver out. It was long, and heavy, like all the other expensive ones you’ve seen. All of her clubs looked shiny, you noted, like she had either never used them, or just got them polished. Either of which could be possible, as you’d yet to see her play. She grabbed it from you hastily, and you felt that familiar throb beneath your skirt. Get a fucking grip.

“Gotcha’ all set up here, kiddo,” Joel said enthusiastically, and Ellie didn’t even fake a smile. So, you just watched her take the shot. Boy, did you watch her take the shot. 

Watched the way she got so serious—okay, somehow more serious than before—the way she shuffled her feet behind the tee as she lined up her shot, the way her arms flexed and veins popped as she straightened out her arms, prepping to take the swing. The way she took a split second to glance back while she rotated her body to shoot you the most sickeningly devious wink before sending the ball flying across the course.

Tommy whistled and Joel offered a few strong claps. 

You couldn’t be quite sure that you wouldn’t melt into a puddle right here in the middle of the course. What is it about Ellie, your favorite member’s niece, that was getting you so worked up? For fucks sake, golf isn’t even a sexy sport! It couldn’t have at least been basketball, or something a bit more…normal that did it for you?

Instead, you got Ellie, in all her glory. Strong calves turned away from you as she watched her ball cut through the air, higher and faster and better than you’d ever seen Tommy or Joel hit. Not that they’d ever admit that. 

Your thoughts were getting dirtier by the minute as you watched Ellie play. You felt like a baby deer following her around the course, knees wobbling every time she barked another command at you. 

“Um, my water, please?”

“I said five iron, not six.”

“My ball is dirty. What ‘er you even good for?

You were slipping by the minute, letting your eyes linger over her frame a little longer each time you glanced her way. No way she wasn’t catching on. 

“Take a fucking picture, Princess, it’ll last longer.”

Oops.

And when you pulled back up to the clubhouse, it took everything in you to not just run off. Your heart was beating out of your chest, panties completely ruined with your slick, oh my god you were fucking perverted. You carefully helped Tommy, Joel, and Ellie load up their gear into their respective cars, keeping your mouth shut so as to not squeak out an embarrassing sound. In fact, you couldn’t be quite sure you wouldn’t just moan out loud if Ellie so much as even glanced in your direction unprompted. 

“Great game today, guys.” You smiled sweetly at Joel and Tommy who were now both leaned up against the side of the building, taking refuge from the sun. 

“Well thank ya, sweetheart! Glad you got a chance to meet Ellie today, too,” Joel smiled at you, reaching out to squeeze at your shoulder. “Ellie, why don’t you say thank you to our lovely caddy girl today?” He didn’t use your name, because why would he? You were a convenience to them. Now that you thought about it, Ellie probably didn’t even know your name. Let alone care. 

Her green eyes bore into you for a moment before she grunted out something that sounded suspiciously like a thank you, before tipping her head back to swallow the last of her water. The sight of her throat contracting had you practically running away to do something so devious, you might have to get down on your knees and pray before you went to sleep. 

And Ellie was only human, after all. She was curious, about a lot of things. But more specifically? At this moment? She was wondering where you were scurrying off to. Of course, you weren’t as good about hiding what physical reactions you’d been having to her for the past hour as you thought—the way you’d squirm whenever she caught you staring at her, or how your mouth opened ever so slightly, ever so submissively when she berated you. 

So wherever you were going must be good. 

And oh, was it good. 

Ellie couldn’t believe her eyes, as she trailed behind you. Each time you’d look back, she’d be sure to hide just perfectly out of your view around corners, behind tables….she couldn’t let you know how curious she was, no. Because you see, she was actually good about hiding these sorts of things. She was an asshole, but it wasn’t for no reason. She just couldn’t let you know how the sight of you practically drove her insane—the soft curve of your hips beneath that skirt, the rolls on your belly that led to the plush skin of your breasts that bounced so perfectly with every step you took. That would just ruin the fun of it. My god, were you a sight for Ellie’s sore eyes. 

So now, Ellie watched as you were slipping into a supply closet. Okay…? Perhaps, you had just forgotten something, then. Needed to grab something for another member, or left your bag in there before you started your shift. Nothing interesting. 

But no, Ellie was close enough now that you were safely behind the door, that she could hear the lock ‘click’ softly from inside the supply closet. 

Oh. Oh— she thought. 

And she couldn’t believe her ears, when she heard the faintest sigh. One that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than relief. 

And yeah, you were relieved. 

You couldn’t take it anymore—the last hour you spent with Ellie was absolute torture. Letting her talk down on you, and treat you like you were nothing to her…it shouldn’t have turned you on. You should be upset, embarrassed, angry, furious even. But you were wet. 

Holy fucking shit, you were wet. Your fingers trailed down your tummy as you leaned against the wall in the dark closet, barely illuminated by a tiny window at the top of one wall. Your breath was shaky, eyes closed as you lifted your short skirt, shoving your panties to the side before you felt the top of your fingers graze past your clit, sliding further and further in between your slick folds, so easily, so so easily. 

“Oh!” you caught yourself gasping as you played with yourself, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as a sickly, obscene wet sound began to fill the space of the small closet. This was so wrong…touching yourself at work, thinking about Ellie, so fucking desperate that you had to run away and relieve even just an ounce of the tension you felt inside. 

It only got worse when all you could think about was Ellie’s long fingers, the way they gripped the golf clubs so tenderly, and how you wished so badly that you could replace yours with hers as they slipped inside of you. Your head fell back against the metal rack behind you, and you had no right mind to react to what should have been pain. Instead, you pictured Ellie standing in front of you, and how her eyes would darken with lust as she pressed her body against yours, her hot breath fanning across your face as she fucked her fingers up into you…

And Ellie was going crazy, couldn’t help herself from getting closer and closer to that supply closet door. There was no one in this wing of the club, surely no one would walk by and see her with her ear pressed against a supply closet door…right? It mostly didn’t matter, as something deranged and perverted was consuming her brain. She found herself quite literally pressed against the door, she couldn’t help herself, she had to hear the way you moaned softly and gasped while you worked yourself closer and closer to your release. 

“Oh…oh Ellie!” You breathed wantonly, and Ellie could have cum on the spot. The wet sounds of your ministrations were getting faster and louder as your fingers pressed in and out of you with such force the rack behind you was beginning to rattle. Had you been in your right mind, you should have been mortified. You should have stopped right then and there, pulled yourself together and went home to the privacy of your own home and taken a long, cold shower. But all you could see was that stupid fucking smirk on Ellie’s face as she’d whisper: 

Just fucking cum for me, baby. 

And so you did, slapping your free hand over your mouth to muffle what surely would have been far too loud of a noise as you reached your peak, your body trembling almost violently as the high washed over you. 

Ellie was positively reeling, her ear still pressed to the door almost comically as she listened to you come undone. If anyone were to walk by at this moment it would look utterly suspicious, her all alone in the long hallway, surely looking suspect in her current position. Not to mention she should probably pull away before you had a chance to swing the door open, as she would have absolutely no excuse as to what she was doing here. 

Instead, Ellie continued to listen to your labored breaths as you came down, her pink lips parted softly as she felt her own wetness growing more and more unbearable beneath her shorts. Hell, had the purple silicone she had strapped to her hips been real, there would be absolutely no hiding what your sounds had done to her. She should move away, racing thoughts of oh my fucking god, and I wonder how easy it would be to make her sound like that again, but also to go back to Dad and go the fuck home, goddammit, this is absolutely sick, even for you and— 

“Ellie?!” 

She nearly fell forward from the weight of her body on the door when it swung inwards to reveal your absolutely mortified face, and even more terrified voice. Her eyes were like saucers, surely mirroring yours as you gaped at her, one hand still on the door to leave the possibility of slamming it right back in her face in humiliation. No, no no no no no way this was happening to you. 

Ellie’s mouth opened and closed a few times as she staggered backwards in her surprise, leaving you both just staring each other down in what was surely the most awkward encounter either of you had ever had in your entire life. Her eyes quickly shifted downwards and she took another step back. 

“I- I was just- yeah, okay. Bye.” 

And she was gone. 

-- 

pt 2??????

[funemployed-fangirl]

Modern Bridgerton AU

Anthony & Kate

The Bridgerton Cooperation is the family business started at the turn of the century by a great-something grandfather Bridgerton, and it was successful enough to push the family into the upper echelons of New York society. When their father died, an uncle took stewardship of the company until Anthony graduated and could start learning to take over. He’s been running the business since getting an MBA from Penn, which he is trying very hard to do well, but it consumes his entire life.

Kate’s stepmother is from a society family, but she married a decidedly outside of the circle (Kate’s father). Kate is ambitious and wants to prove the society gossips wrong about her. She goes to Smith then Georgetown Law, after which she ends up back in NYC working at a small human rights law firm, where she does immigration work.

Anthony decides it’s probably time to settle down. But obviously he’s not going to stop working 80 hours a week for the family business, so he’s looking for a wife who can run his household and raise his children and be unbothered by essentially never seeing each other.  At some social function, Anthony meets Kate’s younger half-sister, who is much more like Daphne and is aiming to marry money and be a society wife. Anthony’s interested…until he figures out she’s Kate’s sister.

Anthony initially meets Kate through work circumstances – his executive assistant’s (sibling, fiancé, friend, whatever) is facing deportation due to DACA issues, and he (good person that he actually is deep down) offers to help. Kate ends up taking the case, and she and Anthony butt heads immediately. At first, Kate thinks he’s doing this for good PR, but soon realizes that he’s paying the legal fees with his own money and helping his assistant keep the news private and oh shit he might actually be a good guy. 

Tensions come to a head when Kate gets introduced to Upper East Side Pall Mall. It’s a game where you hit golf balls from one upper east side rooftop to another. Whoever can get it the farthest from the “home base” rooftop (and get into the building and talk their way up to THAT rooftop so they can retrieve their ball) wins. Edmund taught it to the older kids. They all think Violet doesn’t know about it (in fact, she invented the game). 

Kate, being more of an outsider, is shocked to discover this is a thing that upper east side teens and 20-somethings do with relative regularity. "I’m sorry…you do WHAT?" Anthony thinks introducing her to the game will shock and appall her, and he’ll get the upper hand in the weird mating dance they’re doing (that’s what Hyacinth and Daphne will later refer to it as). But no. After about 15 seconds of adjusting to the idea, Kate is all in and takes no prisoners. Technically they both lost that game, but they also weren’t seen until much later that night…

The DACA issue gets settled (successfully, thank you), and Anthony and Kate realize they’re actually perfect for each (and Anthony learns what a work-life-balance is). They get married the following year and move into the Bridgerton Family brownstone. 

more (x)

[star-quill]

had another thought about country club member peter who comes in during a very busy day and there's no caddies available to help him out on the course so you end up having to help him. you sit next to him on the golf cart, the ride somewhat awkward, considering ur whole relationship with him was, at this point, just sex.

his hand slipped over your thigh, his thumb rubbing over your skin. your face turned red and you had to slip your hand into his, trying to stop him from going any further.

"peter.."

"mm?"

"there's still people on the course.."

"mmhm.. i know.."

he stopped the cart near one of the holes, letting you get out first and grab his clubs. he followed you to the tee and you handed him one of the clubs, accidentally pulling out the wrong one.

"that's a putter, darlin'.. here, i'll get it.."

he put it back and got the right one out. he tee'd up before he stopped and turns to you.

"you ever played before? i could teach you if u like?"

"oh.. uhm.. i-i guess?"

he handed you the club, and stood back as you tried holding it right and looked at him for confirmation.

"alright.. here let me help.."

he walked behind you, his hands on your waist, guiding you on the through hit of the ball. your hands got all sweaty as he stood a bit closer to you.

"you're doing good.. for someone who's never done this before, you have a good stance.. you ready to hit it?"

he stood far back and watched as you hit the ball—and hit it well. he clapped and walked round to you, slinging his arm around ur shoulder and squeezing you against his side. you couldn't help but smile, blushing into his side.

you both moved around the course, him letting you have a few shots every so often, getting excited when somehow you got a hole in one.

"holy shit!" he high fived you and you just grinned up at him while he retrieved both yours and his balls from the hole, slipping them back into the side pocket of his golf caddy.

once you both finished up, you had a long drive back to the main building, forgetting how far away the 18th hole is. he kept both hands on the wheel this time, not wanting to push you any further. but it was you who initiated it, tugging on his arm and holding his hand as he drove you both back. he just glanced over at you for a second and smiled, before turning back to focus on the path ahead of him. you were absolutely head over heels in love with him and it was getting dangerous. you couldn't risk losing your job over him and you didn't want him to lose his membership either.

the main building came into view and he slipped his hand out of yours, driving up to a parking spot near the side entrance. he got out and you followed suit, trying to keep up with his long strides. once he got back to reception, you nodded at him and moved to go back to the bar and lounge area, but a hand on your arm stopped you.

"i had fun today.. thanks for helping me out."

"it was no problem, same time next week?"

"yeah.. 'course.. see you then, sweetheart.." he winked at you before he turned to leave, heading out the front door to the main car park. you realised then that this was becoming more than just sex, you spent so much time with him and you're not completely sure if today counted as a date but if it was, you want a second one immediately. you put your hand in your pocket, trying to find your pen but finding a crumpled piece of paper instead. a number was written down followed by a note:

here's my number, call me later? peter.

[yankstrash]

october 7

gabe and amelias first date was a success

and even more of a success for gabe, she said she wanted to go out again

she said she wanted to go out again.

not gabe, amelia did.

although he also definitely did want to go out again, she said it first!

it's been 3 days since their first date, and they were yet to plan their second

not that she would admit it out loud, but amelia was anxiously checking her phone to see when gabe would text her about their next date

she debated texting him about it, and part of her thought the ball was in her court to do just that since she was the one who suggested a second date first, but she hadn't.

'DING!'

amelia dove for her phone the second she heard the text ding

and to her delight, it was gabe

from: gabe

"hello miss amelia"

she waited a few minutes before she responded

from: amelia

"evening, gabriel"

she stared at her phone screen and when the 3 dots appeared she turned her phone off and pushed it aside

'DING!"

she picked it back up

from: gabe

"what are you doing tomorrow night?"

she smiled at the message

from: amelia

"nothing to my knowledge"

see the dots, throw phone down.

hear the ding, pick phone up.

from: gabe

"well then, how about that second date?"

YES!

her lips tugged upwards as she replied to him

from: amelia

"i think i could squeeze you in.."

her eyes followed the typing dots as they dashed across her screen

from: gabe

"how sweet"

from: amelia

"i know i am. so it's on me this time?"

from: gabe

"in your dreams, sweetheart. i'll see you tomorrow."

amelia rolled her eyes and smiled at his message

'in your dreams, sweetheart.'

~

gabe had texted amelia to dress comfy and that he would pick her up in an hour

she had no idea what they were doing, but she did as he said and picked out more dress down clothes

swiftly tech shirt, hotty hot shorts and oncloud sneakers

good enough.

amelia made her way downstairs when she got the 'i'm here' text from gabe

she felt a bit of wind get knocked out of her when he first appeared in her eye line, immediately taking notice to what he was wearing

oh man, amelia loves a boy in a backwards hat.

she grinned as she opened her building door

"this comfy enough?" she asks as she approaches gabe

he nods his head, "looks good to me."

"so, where are we going?" amelia asks as they begin to walk to his car

gabe looks at her and smirks

"do you know what your handicap is?" he asks

amelia scrunches her eyebrows together in confusion

"my what?"

gabe smirks again

"guess we'll find out.."

~

"what did you ask me about before we got in the car?" amelia asks as gabe drives

"your handicap?" gabe asks

"mmhmm" she hums "what is that..?"

gabe smiles and looks over at her

"you don't know what your handicap is, miss amelia?" he asks with a grin

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS!"

gabe laughs at her response

"it's a golf stat" he simply states

amelia raises her eyebrow

"and just why would i need to know that?" she asks

"because.." he begins as he turns the steering wheel and points his finger "that's what we're doing tonight."

she looks and sees where he pulled into

minigolf

she smiles and looks over at him

"romantic no?" gabe asks, putting the car in park

amelia puts her hand over her heart

"my absolute dream." she says

~

they got their putters and golf balls and made their way around the mini golf course

amelia stood back and watched as gabes ball rolled quite a few feet away from the hole

she pursed her lips together and said, "i hope you're good at hockey..."

he turned his head to her and squinted

"you saying i'm not good at golf?"

she shrugged

"i meannn..."

gabe acted fake hurt and amelia laughed

he took another shot and the ball went in

"about time.." she joked

gabe retrieved his ball from the hole and turned to amelia

"you're not THAT much ahead of me miss amelia, i wouldn't get too cocky"

"did this just turn into a competition?" she asked

gabe smirked, "i think it did."

she nodded as they walked to the next hole

"okay, spice it up then. winner gets.. what?" she asked

gabe thinks for a moment

"winner gets to plan the next date."

amelias eyebrows rose at his response

"oh so there will be a third date?" amelia asks

gabe shrugged

"you should just let me go ahead and win because i've already been planning the next date so.."

amelia giggles

"well, i was thinking more like loser buys winner ice cream after this.." she says and looks over at gabe "but sure, i'll go on a third date with you"

he looks at her and smiles

"deal."

~

amelia did in fact get too cocky and she did in fact end up losing

"yeah yeah don't say a damn word." she grunted as she picked up her ball

gabe put his hands up, "i'm not saying anything."

"so," she says as she and gabe return their putters and balls "ice cream on me?"

gabe shakes his head

"GABE!"

gabe laughs at her reaction

"what?! i'll buy you ice cream, don't worry about it." he says

she shakes her head

"no! we had a deal. i lost, so i'm buying."

gabe shakes his head again and hums a 'mm mm'

amelias hands go to her hips as she looks up at gabe

his lips tug upwards into a grin and he sticks a hand out to her

"cmon, we can go to the place next door."

trying to fight her own lips from tugging upwards, she removes a hand from her hip and places it in gabes, accepting his gesture

they strolled over to the ice cream place next door

amelia nudges gabes side with her hand that is holding his

"i'm paying." she whispers

gabe rolls his eyes

"whatever you say."

they both got their ice cream and just as amelia was pulling her card out, gabe stuck his in front of her and paid

"NO-" but it was too late.

she turned to him and glared

"i. was. supposed. to. pay." she grumbles

gabe shrugs, "gotta be quicker than that, gorg."

they went back outside and sat down on the steps

"well now i feel bad.." she says

"why?" gabe says with the spoon in his mouth

"because you won and i was supposed to buy you ice cream!!" amelia exclaims

gabe laughs

"next time."

she scoffs, "RIGHT, i'm sure you'll pull the same stunt that you just did."

gabe nods, "yeah i probably will."

she shoves him lightly, putting her ice cream spoon in her mouth

"i really have every right to call you basic now.." gabe says

"why?"

he motions toward her ice cream cup

she glares, "leave me and my chocolate ice cream alone. it's always been my favorite flavor."

she gives him a side eye

"..basic ass cookie dough." she mumbles

~

when they finished their ice cream gabe drove amelia home

"so, do you know your handicap now?" gabe asks as they reach her building

she gives him a look and he laughs

"we'll go on a real course sometime, how does that sound?" he asks

she shrugs, "sure, i'll drive the golf cart while you golf."

he smiles as they turn towards each other

"still mad that you didn't let me pay for the ice cream." amelia says and crosses her arms

gabe smiles, "i'm really getting in trouble for being a gentleman huh?" he asks

she nods

"well," he takes a step forward "hopefully you'll forgive me by the third date."

she smiles at the mention of their next date

"and when will that be?" she asks

gabe shrugs, "we have an away game this weekend, so i'll keep you updated. this upcoming week, when i'm back?" he asks

amelia smiles and nods her head

"great.." gabe says

hug her.

hug her.

hug her.

he takes another step forward and wraps his arms around her smaller frame

amelia leans up a bit to hug him back

"good luck this weekend." she mumbles into his shoulder

gabe smiles, "thank you," he pulls away from the hug "i'll see you when i get back?"

amelia smiles and nods

"great." gabe says under his breath

"don't lose." she jokes as gabe walks away

he turns back around and grins

"you owe me ice cream when we win."

[idiotwithanipad]

The Return Of The Rat (Pt1)

Amy (My OC) finds out about a new guest at the hotel who has no right to come back, especially after what his past self had tried to do, and what he lied about. Along the way, discovering new, frightening things about herself.

TW: Mention of choking to death, Swearing

“He’s got no chance! D’you see the way he swung that Putter?” The head in Amy’s hands laughed. They had found a surprising amount of hilarity in watching the living visitors play golf on the green. Although, judging them would probably be the appropriate term for what they were doing. 

Only last week, the Tudor had made their bond official, and, with the aid of his only living friend, Alison Cooper, had asked for her help in signing an adoption certificate declaring the young girl his daughter in the noble name of Bone. 

But the plan had been lopsided; the girl had spent every moment of her afterlife in the company of the Tudor since her second week of death, and the separation leading up to the day of the adoption was difficult for the both of them. 

While Amy held nothing against her friends for claiming that they had no idea what had become of Humphrey the entire day before the adoption, she decided to distance herself from them for the following week, save for Humphrey and a special woodland dwelling friend of hers now put to slumber by the Waning Moon. 

They watched as the golf balls flew overhead and glistened in the sun, rolling through the manicured grass and coming to a halt. 

"See! I told you he wouldn't manage it!" Humphrey blurted. 

Amy stomped her four inch platform into the grass and growled, although she still held an amused smile on her face. 

"Fuck it!"

The head in Amy's hands chortled. Amy paced over the grass towards where the ball had landed. It had rolled only a few feet away from the hole. 

"That's close enough to be considered a win, come on! I called it! I said he'd get close! " She barked, waving her hand down at the hole, clutching Humphrey's head under her arm. 

"The rules are the rules, that's six points for me and two for you..." The head snided playfully. 

"Two and a half for how close the damn thing is!?" Amy bargained. 

"Nope" Humphrey said, emphasising the 'P'.

"Nah, c'mon!"

The head merely chuckled and waggled his brows. 

"Best of ten then?!" Amy hounded, regathering his head in both hands before her stomach so he could watch as the living player retrieved the ball. 

Humphrey hummed for a moment and flicked his eyes up. 

"... Alright, best of ten"

The whole morning the two had spent watching the golfers. Amy wasn't a sports fan, even when alive, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy placing silly bets on who would win or lose with the Tudor. The day had been hot, the sun had burned many skins and caused the elderly to retreat back inside. A trundling drone had distracted Amy, even through the constant clamp of hear headphones stuck forever over her ears. 

She turned away from the golfers and faced the driveway. A small gazebo was erected, and beneath it was a table containing some plastic cups and some sort of machine. One that Amy recognised all too well. 

"No way!" Amy gasped. 

"What?" Humphrey asked, trying to flick his eyes in the direction he assumed she looked. 

"It's a slush puppy machine!" Amy smiled, already taking Humphrey and heading over to the table. 

Sheltered beneath the gazebo offered an ample opportunity for them to read all the flavours listed. 

"What are these, then?" Humphrey asked, his brow furrowing in confusion at the churning tubs of coloured ice. 

Amy practically salivated. 

"I fucking loved these things! They're these drinks, you- I dunno, blend down ice in this syrup and it's the dog's bollocks!" Amy beamed, her eyes gazing at her favourite two flavours; Cherry and Sour Apple. 

Humphrey clicked his tongue and averted his eyes upwards towards Amy. Amy paused; remembering then that Humphrey wasn't entirely used most to her vulgar language. He could handle a few f bombs and such, but some words, such as the one she threw out just then made his metaphorical gut clench. 

" .. Sorry. It's just been ages since I've seen these things!" Amy sounded like she was holding back her excitement. Humphrey's eyes scanned the labels beneath the machine. 

"Strawberry, Blue Raspberry, Cherry, Sour Apple- ooh, lots of choices then?" He mused, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lip briefly. 

"Yeah, they're so good! Especially in summer, I guess that's why it's here. I heard on the TV that there's a heatwave" Amy said, matter-of-factly. Not that the weather had any effectiveness on the dead anymore. 

"I dunno about you, but if I could pick one, I'd have to go for the Strawberry" Humphrey said, raising his eyebrows at the churning tub of red bliss. 

Amy rose an eyebrow. 

"Really?" 

"Well, I recall trying a strawberry as a boy, I enjoyed them then. As for the others, I can't quite remember what Cherry tastes like, I don't remember Apples being sour and Blue Raspberry... Well that's just not factual" Humphrey said, his eyes bulging at the thought of somewhere in the world, a plantation of blue raspberries growing. 

Amy chuckled and swayed slightly in the shade of the gazebo, delighting in the artificial fruity scent that the drinks gave off. Humphrey perked up. 

"You could've made one out of those Monsters you like!" 

Amy straightened. 

"Funny enough, I actually tried that once. Didn't end well. When I blended it up, it got too fizzy and kinda- exploded on me... I managed to try some though, watered down Monster... Not great" Amy said, recalling the embarrassing memory. 

Humphrey remembered seeing a blender once; he thanked his lucky stars that they didn't exist back in his time, he just KNEW that they'd be used as a torture device. 

"You could have a Wine flavoured one?" Amy suggested, sounding like a child off in a fantasy land where anything came in every flavour possible. Humphrey smiled. 

"That would've been nice. Mostly only royalty had ice houses back in my time, so ice was a rarity unless it was the dead of winter or a special occasion. My father was lucky in that regard, really. He had one at Richmond"

The pair fluttered around the slushies for a while longer, Amy began introducing Humphrey to the combinations people would mix, and that only made him want to taste them more. They didn't even notice the new flurry of cars which pulled into the lot, or the passenger which stepped out of a car, who regarded the place with a sense of familiarity. A deep dread. A nagging sensation of... guilt? Fear? Like a moment of judgement was at hand. Like he had the nerve and the unmitigated gall to show his rat face here again. 

After tiring of the golfers and fawning over the cold drinks, Amy and Humphrey retired back inside as the clock struck six. Although the rest of their ghostly crew gathered in the Higham Suite every night for film club, Amy and Humphrey took refuge in the room where Amy had met her fizzy, caffeine choking demise. 

A permanently locked and shady room in the East Wing, the same room in which Fanny would reenact her own death every night. The room had been left unbookable after Amy's death; as far as the hotel staff and owners knew, Amy's was the first death to happen inside the walls during the time the hotel had been in business. They probably should've done more homework and put two and two together on who those old oil paintings where of and they they still remained. 

The room was still and quiet, save for the sound of the TV in the next room over. Amy sat herself cross legged on the bed, the sheets not moving an inch at the contact. Humphrey's head lie on it's side in front of her, his eyes flicking over to the door, keeping his eyes peeled for a certain someone or something. Amy's brow creased, a question she'd been wanting to ask all week finally breached the surface and came into the light. 

"Humphrey?" 

"Yeah, Poppet?" He said, eyes flicking back up to her. 

Amy stuffed her hands inside her front hoodie pocket and stared down at the untouched sheets. 

"You know the other day when I couldn't find you? The day you-" Amy shrugged and gave a half smile, nodding her head over to the bedside table where her adoption certificate sat in its frame where Alison had left it, after a little bargaining with the man at reception to allow her access to the room. 

Humphrey blinked and smiled back at the framed document. 

"Well- where you okay?" Amy asked. 

The question puzzled the Tudor. 

"Course I was. Well- I heard you cryin'  and I wanted to drop the idea all together and go show you I was alright" Humphrey spoke. 

"You weren't laughing at me or anything, where you?" Amy asked, blinking in shame for making such a fuss. 

"You 'avin' a laugh? I could barely take it! The only thing that stopped me was hearing Silver talking to you. She always makes things better" Humphrey assured, his brow creasing at the thought of Amy assuming he'd taken joy out of her torment. 

"I guess it worked out alright, though?" Amy smiled. She tried to suppress the powerful yawn that slipped between her lips, but Humphrey spotted it. 

"Come on, get some sleep, you haven't slept all week. I'll still be 'ere when you wake up, Poppet" Humphrey blinked. 

No matter how many times Amy protested and claimed that she wasn't tired, Humphrey could tell it was a bold faced lie. Amy finally conceded and carried Humphrey's head over to a soft armchair by the window, his frequent sleeping place. She placed him onto the soft cushion gently and trundled back over to the bed. As soon as she curled up on her side, pulled her hood over her head and nestled into the pillow, she was practically out like a light. 

For about an hour, Humphrey felt like he could drop off any moment as well, but a certain someone that he had been keeping himself awake for entered the room through the wall. They shuffled and bumbled blindly, their arms braced out ahead of them as if blindfolded, but their eyes did work; they were staring right at themself. 

Humphrey watched as his detached body approached the bed and took a seat on the edge by Amy's feet. It seemed to twist it's upper body towards the sleeping girl to 'look' at her. It's clumsy, searching hand carefully came up to feel around gently for Amy's head still tucked away beneath the hood. It came to a slow stop when it found it's target and stroked softly, before it reached behind itself and pulled the thick layers of it's cloak over her body like a blanket. 

Humphrey smiled and finally let his heavy eyes drift shut, secure in the knowledge that this was his sentient body's way of letting his adopted daughter know that they would both still be there when she awoke. 

[theadventurerslog]

Sam & Max Hit the Road | Part 3

The Adventurer’s Log

Guess who got hopelessly stuck again? This is a post of suffering spread of over multiple sessions of absolute obstinance and outright missing things. Oh the missing things, OH the missing things.

First though I had Trixie's trailer to check out! Some easy early progress.

I found a stiltwalker costume in the box and a minigolf score card in the closet. The card opened up a new location.

But was there anything on top of the closet? (No, no there wasn't, but it was among the first thoughts to occur to me; thanks King's Quest).

New location with gator mini golf!

I kinda really love this fellow.

I talked to the owner and found the place hadn't always been alligator themed, but at one point the course got flooded and in came the gators, and really what else can you do? He also had a bigfoot who has escaped hmmm. And he's a huge fan of Conroy Bumpus. I also got a broken golf ball retriever.

I moved on to the course itself and ran into Conroy Bumpus and his assistant again. It seems he's also looking for Bigfoots. We exchanged Words. Certainly Max did.

Ahh civility.

Max got hurled and landed into the dunk tank. The jerk pair left and I needed to rescue Max.

I was working on it, Max. But look, look! The second biggest monkey head I've ever seen! Monkey Island references, I love you.

The owner told me the gators will eat when food is in front of them, so I swapped the golf balls with a bucket of fish and went fish golfing. I had some struggles but I was able to get the gators to line up to form a bridge so Sam could hop across.

Max was mad at how long Sam took and they got into a bit of a verbal spat. I may or may not have dunked Max a couple times before actually releasing him... I mean... the button was right there... and I know it sucked being thrown into there but he was being a bit of a jerk...

The beast was dunked.

I let him out and he'd found some bigfoot hair and mange. Ick. Now I had two samples of Bigfoot hair.

Then I got very stuck. I wandered and tried things. I accidentally discovered the fish magnet could be attached to the ball retriever but it needed something to hold it in place, so I tried the severed hand and that worked. I also found out I could attach the empty cup instead of the magnet as well. Then I wandered some more and stopped for the night.

During my wandering I also tried golf some more just to see what would happen if I hit all those different figures. They each do a little animation/sound so that's fun.

I tried again for a bit in the morning, no progress, took a short break, tried some more and eventually found I'd forgotten I could interact with the ball of twine from inside the building. I was able to plunge the ball retriever magnet combination into it and grabbed a mood ring. Triumph, sweet triumph! For a minute.

And then I got stuck back at square one. I'm writing this before my next session that I hope will lead to a solution in continuing this post. As of writing this I know I need to find Dougie Moleman's uncle Shuv-Oohl, but I don't know if that's actually my next goal or not. I have no new locations and I feel like I'm out of things to solve in the locations I do have, but then I thought that before finding the mood ring, so I'm missing something; I just don't know what... or where... or how.

Is the mood ring even useful yet? For what? I keep eyeing the rasp as well. I haven't had a use for it yet. And what of the twine?

I could check the hint-book, but I've gotten spitefully stubborn for now. We'll see how long that lasts but I want to solve this. Myself! I don't take issue with checking a guide for specific things, but something's got me riled up into full spiteful stubborn mode, so here we are.

I'm also forming a one-sided feud with that giant ball of twine. I want to unravel it. I want to see it fall. It even contained one of my sticking points just to rub it in.

A depiction of me at this point.

Another break happened.

Okay, my current thought process of things that may matter:

Office area:

Can I do anything with the TV beyond changing channels or turning it off and on? So far no.

The LOVE message appears when it's dark. Just a fun thing or relevant? I suspect just a fun thing

The door can be opened or closed. I wouldn't think much of that but Monkey Island 2 has me paranoid that that matters or will matter

Max's roach farm. I can look at it which means interaction. Relevant or flavour?

Outside the office the mailbox has been damaged and mail spilled. Can I do anything with the mail beyond examining and horrifying Sam with the idea of mail theft?

There's a cat that sometimes shows up but seems random so probably just for flavour?

Intoxicated pigeons??

Anything with Bosco's?

World of Fish:

Fish that farts bubbles when fed. I got nothing.

Biggest Ball of Twine:

My enemy. That said I feel like I've gotten everything I can from it?

Snuckey's:

I got the rasp and pecan candy, bought the mini games. Opened the jar. Doesn't seem like there should be more here?

Unless something can be done with the horse ride

Carnival:

Flambé - can breathe fire. Can ask him to in two different directions. Seem relevant but how?? Can't interact while he's doing it from conversation

Something more with the attractions in the tent?? Or the Kushman brothers??

Golf course:

Feels like I got everything...

The office area seems to have the most potential, but I could also just be missing something entirely like I did with the Ball of Twine... I keep going back to the office but nothing I've tried has been working. Time to go through each area again I guess with a fine-tooth comb.

I dipped back in to try a couple things that went nowhere but did have me continue the stubborn streak and damn it all I missed picking up a magnifying lens at the carnival that I had looked at! A few times! But I'd used 'use' instead of 'pick up' I guess before, so I was thinking it was something I had to, well, come back and use with something else at some point. Not something I could pick up. Mechanics error ><. Honestly I do wonder if I simply misclicked at some point and landed on the game machine next to it. I always try to look at, and pick everything up. The hotspots, have felt finicky at points, especially when there are a few things close together. I will own my other mistakes, but I don't know if this one was entirely on me. Either way, argh, it's always the simple stupid stuff that hangs you up! (spoiler alert: It really really is always that)

That all said, that's all fine and well, but like the mood ring I still don't know what to actually do. I'm having an issue of not knowing what I'm even working toward specifically at the moment outside the broad goal of find Dougie's uncle for more Bigfoot info.

Okay, so I brought the magnifying lens to the ball of twine restaurant and was able to attach it to the binoculars. That let me see a bunch of weird locations but still hasn't opened anything useful in terms of progress.

Locations such as the Enchanted Argyle Forest. Or the Eternal Plane of Acid Rain among some others and a rock. Just a rock. I did a full loop of looking a few times but nothing was coming up and I can't do anything but pick a direction or pause it. I thought it'd open me a new location on the map, but nope, so am I still missing something here?

Once again I had a nice little moment of triumph swiftly shut down by Now What. The title of this post should be "Now what?".

Progress at last!! A whole lot more wandering and trying to figure out what my path would have been if I'd done things in a more expected order and I kept coming back to the Gator Golf because that's where Trixie's trailer led me, and sure enough... Sure enough!!

I missed the damn door on the dunk tank. It's not even subtle! There's a big gap! I don't know how I kept missing it despite coming back here a few times before.

My only minor defence is the both broad but finicky hot spots. Like I could click a spot that wasn't even on the target and still get the target interaction, but even still... SIGH. I swept over the area too much with a Look and not enough with Use I guess...

I got a sno globe in there without any actual 'snow'. But it had the Mystery Vortex and on the bottom was engraved a message to Shuv-Oohl. This opened the Vortex on the map, so a new location at last. Off to the Vortex. It's also missing its stopper which may be important. But most importantly: Progress! Hopefully to find Shuv-Oohl!

Here we are! New location, new location at last!

This game is making my head ping.

Next time: explore this place and hopefully make a bunch of progress without spending ages, and I do mean ages, stuck. Because of a door. This is worse than missing part of the office.

I was noting time but I have no idea anymore, so that's a stat that's just not going to happen anymore for this game. It jumped by a lot; I can say that much.

To mysteries and vortexes!

[maceingeweihter]

a lot happened the past 6 days. i've not been able to blog much.

6 days ago, 8/11/2023 i left the house after finding my dad is a Mason. (although he claims to be Christian, fornication (prostitution) is forbidden in the "church" of CHRIST. and although he thinks he has the Gospel, the Masons do not allow TRUTH/

my dad IS a Mason. he used the 666 (Penis hand sign) 5 to 6 times in many angles. and one more time before he left the conversation.

uncle ZACHARIAH is also a Mason, but Adept hand sign. he pulled me outside to show it off.

large (golf ball sized hail) started to fall as the conversation started. LYDIA and uncle ZACHARIAH were there.

left with $20 dollars. (technically my parents owe me nothing for raising me...BUT...technically $1700 of money was supposed to be cashed out from my referee gig. at the very least, $700)

was able to greet and play with the children out in front of the house. removed my hard drives and computer the first day and brought them to an acquaintance house. (suspect after the fact that he is Mason) suspect part? he works with computers. bad call. he also had access to my journal which included Design Ideas worth potential billions to countries

slept under bridge on GOLDEN VALLEY ROAD.

my birth dad used the "GRAND DISTRESS" signal in Masonry. either that or the THELEMA "EARTH" symbol. (later that night 50 squad cars came down the street. must be some attempted Damage Control on the Masons in the area. returned to pick up some items and to visit the children. i didn't stay long because I was under the influence of Marijuana. (my mother told me not to be around them so I let her know i only wanted to gather a few more things and head out.)went to MCDONALDS and had a cook and cigarette. went to ROBBINSDALE to sharpen a dagger. (they worked on it for 30 minutes and handed it back to me unsharpened. i didn't have to pay the $10. (at the end all of them stood around in a circle before i left and the woman said, "Are we good?" a few people said yes and the others remained silent. it was a little strange. bought a box of LITTLE DEBBIE cookies with Oatmeal. revisited the suspected Mason who had computer. he's a bit effeminate i notice more. (he didn't offer me a place to stay the first night. nor the second night.) his "pastor dad" was there for dinner the day before. did gay daddy sell his gay son to advance his greedy life? when i retrieved the box the wife quickly drove around to pick him up. (next time i will ask him more directly and watch his hands to see if he is with them) visited children for around 2 hours? outside in the front of course? it was really refreshing. especially having NOLAN hang out with me. the children offered me food but i only accepted a can of PRINGLES. slept outside on a picnic table in the BUTTERFLY GARDENS. did a role play that CHUPACABRA was in the woods. thought at first that it was a little boy child who was trying to have fun pretending to be CHUPACABRA.

stopped by the parents house first. my birth dad was outside in the garage. ( i really didn't want to see him. he made a clubbing motion with his open palm and hammer. he was wearing a red bull dog cap. i wondered, since he had threated me recently, "i want to rip your head off) was really thinking of "trying to" kill me?

the children offered me food again

spent a lot of time skating and by the river. my child asked me to visit later, (but i forgot i smoked! i ended up going to ROBBINSDALE again. i passed by after my high was done and thankfully they were there!

they offered me dinner that my birth mom cooked. (i was pretty interested in the tasty food, but i declined. i felt physically nauseous, both because finding out my dad has a WICKED(S) and because stingy people make you want to throw up.

i felt that this was the day it rained. it rained all night!

had an intimate emotion in my mind for a special lady i had met on IG and OF. (realized i don't want to listen much to what my dad hates and doesn't hate. there should be more info below on the special lady...but...the specifics involved rainfall and me walking out on our wedding. in my dream, my dad's DEMON whispered in my ear that "She in not the nice one." reality? she told me her friends say that she is nice but i didn't believe her.

to try to make it right, i forced myself to imagine running after her and calling her name. "EM!" wait! agent LOUIS, "Come back." yelling, "wait! please! running faster." i said how i was sorry and i hope she would forgive me.

retrieved Red, Yellow, and Blue jersey from birth parents homestead. I chose to wear red.

i brought the children groceries from the food stop and had a picnic on the sidewalk in front of my birth parents place. (so delicious. i felt like i was dying. i also felt one of the council tell me, that, THEY had been "looking forward to this moment." e my first real meal in 4 days.

i left a bit early because i don't like being around my birth dad. he was holding a hammer in the garage looking at me and pounding the hammer down to catch it with his palm. i jokingly asked him if that was another HERMETIC ORDER sign. it's like he was a different person. Mood swing? no, his bigger DEMON was always there. hiding.

sat by the river and smoked. venting about the situation to myself and to my audio journal. i pronounced a judgement into reality of time and space. With an unknown tongue i prayed, "Justice is coming. you stay the HELL back!" i threw it metaphorically in the direction of the Orange Monster in my dream. i have a feeling that this one is the MONSTER God showed my 5 years ago.

went down town later for dinner and realized the location PEACE HOUSE was a *MASONIC (*Mason, Whore of Babylon, Hermetic Order) building. i asked the woman outside of she was mason and she hit me with the Penic (OK) and the Hail Satan (Bull Hookems). (i guess she "knows" a person who can perform oral sex or someone who will let your borrow their Snake for sex)

we left without having peace

ended up downtown and slept on the bench at MCTC.

Wore yellow jersey this day.

I had a nice travel most of the day. No big highlights until late that evening.

big highlight (or lowlight) of the day was travelling to the golf course later afternoon. arrived at TRAILHEAD lodge right after smoking the dried flower. it's basically right by one of the gayest places in MINNESOTA, "Bare ass beach."

lots of teenagers outside. was singing a song about "Mom's" for some reason. and about DONALD TRUMP being a closet gay. (the inside of the place felt spiritually filthy) i left instantly

went outside to charge my phone.

remembered the verse about avoiding the appearance of EVIL so decided to stand up.

the parking lot had a few people moving things around. I could sense something was up. I started talking and asked out loud if anyone out there was MASON. a female and a male both flashed masonic signs. 666 (means they want to suck or have dick?) or, they know someone who does. i said I am not a Mason, to clear myself from their crew. i left the place but it actually dawned on me, they are everywhere!" but i still wasn't understanding, what do the hand signs mean? i thought it was all for their meetings.

slept at MCTC but was harassed until 3am. I relocated off the main street and things died down.

Blue Jersey yesterday.

briefly saw children because Mason guy was there again. told him that i didn't feel safe around him and wanted to return when the birth mom was home from work. She was the one who said i could visit as much as often (just not when i'm on marijuana) boarded to ROBBINSDALE PD sober. I may have saw an angel on the way that told me to hold my hand over my chest. the day before i realized that i was doing this other "gangs" hand sign, but what did any of it mean? I felt that the cops would be required to know.

the police captain answered my concerns about masons. he invited another office (who i was assuming is a Mason) i didn't want to get into their hands signs, but in front of both of them, two women in the reception, and the ILLUMINATI on the CCTV cameras, i let them know that i wasn't a Mason. I had my hands crossed over my heart and stood their for about 10 - 15 seconds. the Captain looked at the other guy and asked if it was fine? I heard a "beep" from his CB radio and he said some code 0-18. before i left the chief said MASONS are more active in COLUMBIA HEIGHTS and FRIDLEY. (it literally started feeling like a Gang war) i told him this is why i never joined a gang, because if you make a vow you can die if you break it.

stopped for marijuana but ended up finding something else. the entire council of the GHOSTS (SPIRITS) the HOLY SPIRITS. i will instruct on each of them, but not now, because of the pig SPIRITS (the DEMONS prefer to be in, i believe, cops and security) reported 911 emergency / crime against my dad for all the recent threats. he should go to jail

cried for my mom. i thought that she has blasphemed the HOLY SPIRIT with the Catholics, but, i'm not sure yet if she really has ever misused the name of the HOLY SPIRITS (besides their prayers before meals) if she is guilty of blasphemy she will be judged accordingly. it's the worth place in hell.

i was moved and i've realized this. if men love their wives, they should answer all of their questions. a woman should never teach on God, because when they do, they risk being judged the same as a man. equal rules equal tools (punishment) i slept under the bridge but was far too tired to think of one of the ladies. i wanted to think of JESSICA but i felt asleep 10 minutes after arriving.

Woke up today and it wasn't nearly as cold.

skipped the free meal and NORTH POINT. i felt sick after finding a note that one of my parents or family ordered an order for protection against me. they are trying to flea the city. i know what's going on now with this HERMETIC ORDER of prostitutes.

i'm amazed now. i realize that so many of these people on the streets have been selling themselves and their loved ones into prostitution through the "not a gang", the MASONS.

i arrive at the school and they ask if i want to file a report. something is really fishy about the both of them. the guard ends up being Mason. he tells me my best option it to file in the city. i ignore him.

at the library posting most of the recent files. i'm not afraid of death but i want to try not to lose any of this recent audio records. i will most likely have to hustle my dad in a court of Law. I hope that he goes to jail. these closet creeps stay active into their older years. and he's undoubtedly guilty of crimes which Masons practice. but...i'd rather save the children the embarrassment of having to snitch their relative as a Mason who is recruiting / grooming them when i was not their.

but bet

will grandparents in HERMETIC order groom their relatives to join the prostitution gang? if so, he needs to be outed immediately by the police. Orange jump suit really would suit him, and, i'll pay for the process. just need to restore the account.

that's it. i will most likely file down at the Government center. their people would be best to be respectful to me, but inside this town, i will NOT find honor. it doesn't matter. i will be unyielding in protecting my children.

[jimmydemaret]

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What About Trust, Chapter 20

The following day when they headed round to Cleo’s parents house, she was excited to see them again and to introduce them to Loki. Loki was nervous again when they knocked on the door, but he didn’t let it show.

Her brother, Fraser, was going to be joining them too later as he was coming home for a few weeks. As he always often did.

As soon as her parents came to the door to greet them, Loki’s worries melted away. Instantly he could tell they were a warm and lovely couple.

‘You must be Loki, so nice to meet you!’ Cleo’s mum said as she pulled him into a hug. ‘Wow, you are tall.’  

‘Come in, lad. Welcome to the family.’ Her dad greeted with a warm handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

‘Thank you very much, it’s nice to meet you both. Now I can see where Cleo gets her good looks from.’ He smiled charmingly at her mum, making Cleo roll her eyes.

‘Yes, clearly from me.’ Her dad said with a smirk.

Cleo and Loki laughed, her mum elbowed him in the side. ‘Behave!’

Her mum got them all a drink and they sat down together in the living room. It wasn’t long at all before the questions started, as Cleo had expected.

How did they meet? Where did they go on their first date? Was it serious? Etc.

Loki was on the ball with every single one. Being truthful, but also impressing them.

‘I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet Cleo. But she is certainly one incredible being, especially to put up with me.’ He smiled at Cleo and squeezed her knee.

‘You seem like a very charming and polite young man. You’ve clearly been raised well.’ Her mum said. ‘Where are you from?’

Loki and Cleo shared a look.

‘Uhm, mum, dad. There is something about Loki that you need to know… So, you know The Avengers, the superheroes in America? That save the world?’

Her parents laughed. ‘We have heard of them, yes. Whether true or not, that’s another thing.’ Her dad said.

‘Well, it is true. Did you see the video of someone stopping a tree from falling in a park in Manchester?’ Cleo asked.

‘Yes, we did actually.’ Her mum nodded. ‘Probably that photoshop business again.’

‘Uhm… No, that was actually Loki as we were there. He’s a God, from Asgard. And he’s a Prince.’

Her parents looked at them both in disbelief at first.

Then her dad started laughing. ‘Oh, Cleo. Good joke. But we both know you don’t believe in them either.’

‘I didn’t. Until now, it’s true. He’s a God... Loki, show them.’ Cleo motioned to him.

‘Are you sure?’ Loki asked.

‘Yep.’ Cleo nodded.

Loki didn’t want to scare them. So he just did something small. He conjured up a simple vase in his hand, then he had it move across the room and he carefully placed it on a side table.

Her parents were wide eyed, they didn’t say anything at first.

‘He can do lots of things, mum… dad… but he’s not to be feared, I promise.’ Cleo said quickly.

‘That’s… incredible.’ Her mum then said after letting it sink in.

‘Would you be able to retrieve a golf ball that is stuck on the roof?’ Her dad asked.

‘Dad!’

‘What? It’s my favourite lucky ball.’ He said sadly.

‘Oh jesus.’ Cleo shook her head and ran a hand down her face.

Loki disappeared for a moment and then the next second he was back, with the golf ball in hand. ‘This one?’ He asked.

‘Bloody hell. That’s the one. Thank you!’ Her dad beamed happily as Loki handed it back to him.

‘I guess that could’ve been taken worse.’ Cleo grumbled.

Loki chuckled and put his arm around her, kissing her forehead.

The questions then rattled off from her parents about Loki being a God, what he could and couldn’t do. Her dad already had a list of things that he needed help with from Loki. Loki obliged happily, since it took him mere seconds to do said jobs.

Cleo apologised to him quietly, but Loki said not to worry. He didn’t mind at all. He was just glad they took it so well.

‘Does this mean you’re a Goddess?’ Cleo’s mum asked her while Loki and her dad were upstairs, he was getting Loki to sort the shower.

‘No, mum.’ Cleo laughed and hugged her.

‘Well, I think he certainly sees you as one. The way he looks at you, his eyes are just so full of love. I can tell he thinks the world of you and is looking after you. I’ve never seen you so bright and happy either.’ She smiled and stroked her daughter’s hair.

‘Thanks mum. We love each other very much.’ Cleo smiled widely.

‘That’s all that matters.’

When Fraser arrived later in the afternoon, he did a double take at Loki.

‘Fraser, this is my boyfriend, Loki. Loki, this is Fraser.’ Cleo introduced.

‘Nice to meet you, Cleo has told me all about you.’ Loki said as he held his hand out. Fraser shook his hand cautiously, he recognised him but couldn’t think where or why, exactly.

‘Have we met before? You look oddly familiar…’ Fraser hummed. ‘Wait a minute, the Loki?’ He said in sudden realisation.

‘Let me talk with you a second.’ Cleo said as she grabbed Fraser’s arm and dragged him into the kitchen. ‘We’ll get more drinks!’ She called to Loki and her parents.

‘Right. You do recognise him, because… He is Loki, the God of mischief. Prince of Asgard. Yes, he did some bad stuff. But he’s not like that now, it’s a long story. Please don’t freak out or make him feel weird.’ She pleaded, expecting him to be furious that she hadn’t told him, especially since he lived nearby. Or just merely angry for the fact that she fact that she was dating Loki, who could be seen as dangerous.

But what he actually said wasn’t what she was expecting.

‘OH MY GOD! MY SISTER IS FUCKING A GOD!’ Fraser said excitedly.

‘Shhh shut up. Don’t be embarrassing.’ Cleo hissed at him.

‘Wait till I tell my mates that my sister is sleeping with a real-life God. Bloody hell I am going to be popular. Everyone has been raving about the people he saved in the park a few weeks back, I can’t believe I didn’t recognise him straight away.’ He boasted, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Don’t you DARE tell your friends that or I will get Loki to turn you into a frog!’ Cleo hissed.

Fraser’s face dropped and he looked worried. ‘Can… can he do that?’

‘Yep.’ Cleo nodded. ‘Well… I presume so. I mean, I guess? He is a magical God after all, so he probably can.’

Fraser gulped. ‘Ok, I won’t tell. But someone is bound to take a picture of you with him at some point.’

‘I know, I don’t really care about that. Just don’t be vulgar saying I’m fucking him.’ She said as she whacked him across the back of the head before taking the drinks through to the living room for everyone.

She was horrified when she went back through to find that her parents had already pulled out the baby pictures.

‘Oh god no.’ She cringed and put her hand over her face.

Loki was cooing and awing at her baby pictures. And laughing at some of the other ones when she was doing silly stuff as a child. They had heaps of stories to tell Loki, he loved them all.

‘Aww, love. Are you embarrassed?’ He teased and grabbed her, pulling her down onto his lap as her mum kept flicking through more pictures.

‘Of course I am. There better be pictures of you as a kid. Or, something. Whatever it is you Gods have.’ She grumbled in a huff.

But Loki just found her adorably cute when she was all huffy and he squeezed her tightly.

The evening went well. After a delicious dinner made by her dad, they all sat down again to talk. Everyone got along really well. Fraser kept fanboying over Loki, asking about his powers and what he could do. About being a God too and he also asked for a selfie to show off to his friends with. He was far too excited.

It was after ten when Cleo managed to get Loki to go to bed with her. He politely bid goodnight to her parents and brother before heading upstairs with Cleo.

Cleo snuggled in against Loki once they got into bed and put her arm over him. ‘Well, my parents love you. That was obvious!’

Loki trailed his fingers up and down her arm. ‘I’m glad. I adore them, they are wonderful. And your brother too.’

‘Sorry for his… over enthusiasm.’ She sighed.

‘No need to apologise, it’s flattering, in a way.’ He chuckled.

‘Well, thanks for putting up with him anyway.’ She smiled and squeezed him tightly. ‘And my parents, they can be a bit… uhm.’

‘Overly proud and loving of you?’ Loki grinned.

‘Yeah, that’s one way to describe it.’ She laughed.

‘They are lovely, both of them…’ He sighed softly and slid his fingers through her hair. ‘I do wish you’d been able to meet my parents, especially Frigga.’

Cleo leaned up a little and faced him, she stroked his cheek and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. ‘From what you’ve told me about her, I feel like I know her to an extent.’ She smiled softly.

Loki smiled too and cradled her head into the crook of his neck when she settled down against him again.

‘While it’s been nice here visiting home, I am looking forward to going to the Isle of Skye tomorrow, just the two of us.’ Cleo said as she closed her eyes and slowly started to drift off in his warm embrace.

‘Me too, darling. Me too.’

[imagine-loki]

What About Trust, Chapter 20

TITLE: What About Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 20 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki owns a bookshop on Midgard. He had to do something there to try and avoid getting any attention. But he’s not fond of having customers, is rather grumpy and guarded. But then he meets a bright, bubbly and trusting young woman who doesn’t recognise him. To his dismay, he finds himself becoming rather fond of the mortal.  RATING: M

  The following day when they headed round to Cleo’s parents house, she was excited to see them again and to introduce them to Loki. Loki was nervous again when they knocked on the door, but he didn’t let it show.

Her brother, Fraser, was going to be joining them too later as he was coming home for a few weeks. As he always often did.

As soon as her parents came to the door to greet them, Loki’s worries melted away. Instantly he could tell they were a warm and lovely couple.

‘You must be Loki, so nice to meet you!’ Cleo’s mum said as she pulled him into a hug. ‘Wow, you are tall.’  

‘Come in, lad. Welcome to the family.’ Her dad greeted with a warm handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

‘Thank you very much, it’s nice to meet you both. Now I can see where Cleo gets her good looks from.’ He smiled charmingly at her mum, making Cleo roll her eyes.

‘Yes, clearly from me.’ Her dad said with a smirk.

Cleo and Loki laughed, her mum elbowed him in the side. ‘Behave!’

Her mum got them all a drink and they sat down together in the living room. It wasn’t long at all before the questions started, as Cleo had expected.

How did they meet? Where did they go on their first date? Was it serious? Etc.

Loki was on the ball with every single one. Being truthful, but also impressing them.

‘I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet Cleo. But she is certainly one incredible being, especially to put up with me.’ He smiled at Cleo and squeezed her knee.

‘You seem like a very charming and polite young man. You’ve clearly been raised well.’ Her mum said. ‘Where are you from?’

Loki and Cleo shared a look.

‘Uhm, mum, dad. There is something about Loki that you need to know… So, you know The Avengers, the superheroes in America? That save the world?’

Her parents laughed. ‘We have heard of them, yes. Whether true or not, that’s another thing.’ Her dad said.

‘Well, it is true. Did you see the video of someone stopping a tree from falling in a park in Manchester?’ Cleo asked.

‘Yes, we did actually.’ Her mum nodded. ‘Probably that photoshop business again.’

‘Uhm… No, that was actually Loki as we were there. He’s a God, from Asgard. And he’s a Prince.’

Her parents looked at them both in disbelief at first.

Then her dad started laughing. ‘Oh, Cleo. Good joke. But we both know you don’t believe in them either.’

‘I didn’t. Until now, it’s true. He’s a God... Loki, show them.’ Cleo motioned to him.

‘Are you sure?’ Loki asked.

‘Yep.’ Cleo nodded.

Loki didn’t want to scare them. So he just did something small. He conjured up a simple vase in his hand, then he had it move across the room and he carefully placed it on a side table.

Her parents were wide eyed, they didn’t say anything at first.

‘He can do lots of things, mum… dad… but he’s not to be feared, I promise.’ Cleo said quickly.

‘That’s… incredible.’ Her mum then said after letting it sink in.

‘Would you be able to retrieve a golf ball that is stuck on the roof?’ Her dad asked.

‘Dad!’

‘What? It’s my favourite lucky ball.’ He said sadly.

‘Oh jesus.’ Cleo shook her head and ran a hand down her face.

Loki disappeared for a moment and then the next second he was back, with the golf ball in hand. ‘This one?’ He asked.

‘Bloody hell. That’s the one. Thank you!’ Her dad beamed happily as Loki handed it back to him.

‘I guess that could’ve been taken worse.’ Cleo grumbled.

Loki chuckled and put his arm around her, kissing her forehead.

The questions then rattled off from her parents about Loki being a God, what he could and couldn’t do. Her dad already had a list of things that he needed help with from Loki. Loki obliged happily, since it took him mere seconds to do said jobs.

Cleo apologised to him quietly, but Loki said not to worry. He didn’t mind at all. He was just glad they took it so well.

‘Does this mean you’re a Goddess?’ Cleo’s mum asked her while Loki and her dad were upstairs, he was getting Loki to sort the shower.

‘No, mum.’ Cleo laughed and hugged her.

‘Well, I think he certainly sees you as one. The way he looks at you, his eyes are just so full of love. I can tell he thinks the world of you and is looking after you. I’ve never seen you so bright and happy either.’ She smiled and stroked her daughter’s hair.

‘Thanks mum. We love each other very much.’ Cleo smiled widely.

‘That’s all that matters.’

When Fraser arrived later in the afternoon, he did a double take at Loki.

‘Fraser, this is my boyfriend, Loki. Loki, this is Fraser.’ Cleo introduced.

‘Nice to meet you, Cleo has told me all about you.’ Loki said as he held his hand out. Fraser shook his hand cautiously, he recognised him but couldn’t think where or why, exactly.

‘Have we met before? You look oddly familiar…’ Fraser hummed. ‘Wait a minute, the Loki?’ He said in sudden realisation.

‘Let me talk with you a second.’ Cleo said as she grabbed Fraser’s arm and dragged him into the kitchen. ‘We’ll get more drinks!’ She called to Loki and her parents.

‘Right. You do recognise him, because… He is Loki, the God of mischief. Prince of Asgard. Yes, he did some bad stuff. But he’s not like that now, it’s a long story. Please don’t freak out or make him feel weird.’ She pleaded, expecting him to be furious that she hadn’t told him, especially since he lived nearby. Or just merely angry for the fact that she fact that she was dating Loki, who could be seen as dangerous.

But what he actually said wasn’t what she was expecting.

‘OH MY GOD! MY SISTER IS FUCKING A GOD!’ Fraser said excitedly.

‘Shhh shut up. Don’t be embarrassing.’ Cleo hissed at him.

‘Wait till I tell my mates that my sister is sleeping with a real-life God. Bloody hell I am going to be popular. Everyone has been raving about the people he saved in the park a few weeks back, I can’t believe I didn’t recognise him straight away.’ He boasted, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Don’t you DARE tell your friends that or I will get Loki to turn you into a frog!’ Cleo hissed.

Fraser’s face dropped and he looked worried. ‘Can… can he do that?’

‘Yep.’ Cleo nodded. ‘Well… I presume so. I mean, I guess? He is a magical God after all, so he probably can.’

Fraser gulped. ‘Ok, I won’t tell. But someone is bound to take a picture of you with him at some point.’

‘I know, I don’t really care about that. Just don’t be vulgar saying I’m fucking him.’ She said as she whacked him across the back of the head before taking the drinks through to the living room for everyone.

She was horrified when she went back through to find that her parents had already pulled out the baby pictures.

‘Oh god no.’ She cringed and put her hand over her face.

Loki was cooing and awing at her baby pictures. And laughing at some of the other ones when she was doing silly stuff as a child. They had heaps of stories to tell Loki, he loved them all.

‘Aww, love. Are you embarrassed?’ He teased and grabbed her, pulling her down onto his lap as her mum kept flicking through more pictures.

‘Of course I am. There better be pictures of you as a kid. Or, something. Whatever it is you Gods have.’ She grumbled in a huff.

But Loki just found her adorably cute when she was all huffy and he squeezed her tightly.

The evening went well. After a delicious dinner made by her dad, they all sat down again to talk. Everyone got along really well. Fraser kept fanboying over Loki, asking about his powers and what he could do. About being a God too and he also asked for a selfie to show off to his friends with. He was far too excited.

It was after ten when Cleo managed to get Loki to go to bed with her. He politely bid goodnight to her parents and brother before heading upstairs with Cleo.

Cleo snuggled in against Loki once they got into bed and put her arm over him. ‘Well, my parents love you. That was obvious!’

Loki trailed his fingers up and down her arm. ‘I’m glad. I adore them, they are wonderful. And your brother too.’

‘Sorry for his… over enthusiasm.’ She sighed.

‘No need to apologise, it’s flattering, in a way.’ He chuckled.

‘Well, thanks for putting up with him anyway.’ She smiled and squeezed him tightly. ‘And my parents, they can be a bit… uhm.’

‘Overly proud and loving of you?’ Loki grinned.

‘Yeah, that’s one way to describe it.’ She laughed.

‘They are lovely, both of them…’ He sighed softly and slid his fingers through her hair. ‘I do wish you’d been able to meet my parents, especially Frigga.’

Cleo leaned up a little and faced him, she stroked his cheek and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. ‘From what you’ve told me about her, I feel like I know her to an extent.’ She smiled softly.

Loki smiled too and cradled her head into the crook of his neck when she settled down against him again.

‘While it’s been nice here visiting home, I am looking forward to going to the Isle of Skye tomorrow, just the two of us.’ Cleo said as she closed her eyes and slowly started to drift off in his warm embrace.

‘Me too, darling. Me too.’

[formulanaughty]

Zak golfing gives me thots. he would totally take u to a golf course to teach you and of course u would wear the shortest skirt u could get away with. like your ass would show If u bent over just a teeny bit. and zaddy (Zak’s new name as far as I’m concerned) standing behind you showing u how to swing and grind your bum back into him.

brain went brrr at “shortest shirt you can get away with” cause of course.

god, first of all: golf outfits are so sexy, i cannot deal.

second of all: maybe you’re tagging along in one of these team-bonding/sponsor events and zak can’t keep his hands off of you. his palm is creeping up your thigh when you’re sitting in the golf cart, he’s grinding into you when he steps up behind you to guide you through a practice swing, pinching your almost-exposed ass cheek when you stoop to pick up your ball. you wind up flushed and flustered, the feeling only amplified when he leans over at the start of the 16th hole, a smirk on his face, and says - in that low, gravely voice he usually reserves for the bedroom - “this hole is mine”

you get him back with a grin and a “how was that daddy? was my stroke okay?” when you make a truly spectacular putting shot, easily beating him on the back nine. “she learned from the best,” he grins at whoever you’re golfing with, watching from the corner of his eye as you bend a bit inappropriately to retrieve your ball

[shining-red-diamond]

Ch. 20: A Path

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs

Genre: Adventure, Pirate AU

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of deadly traps, bug attacks, blood, and venom

A/N: Italics means they’re speaking Korean

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Phoebe asked as she rushed over to help him up.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Grace-Anne then kneeled down to get a good look at the stone staircase. The open itself was about as wide and long as a large cardboard box with a descending stone staircase. Each step disappeared more and more into the dark underground, and the cold dampness cut through the jungle’s humidity. Pulling out her flashlight, Grace-Anne switched it on and shined it down the staircase. Nothing out of the ordinary except for a few dead snakes, but she felt uneasy about immediately taking the steps down.

A rock sat idly next to her, and it was immediately serving as a guinea pig. She tossed it down where it could still be visible by the light beams. Landing on a stone in one of the steps, it sank down halfway, and a spear shot up from the middle of the stone. The rock was split into two pieces before falling away somewhere.

“Do any of the notes say anything about this?” Grace-Anne asked as she stood.

Hongjoong was already ahead of her and reviewing the notes on both the map and the journal.

“Yes,” he nodded once he found the page. “Any of the stones with a golf-ball sized hole in the center has a deadly spear. Have your flashlights ready.”

One by one, the crew switched on their lights just before descending down the stone steps, tip-toeing over each holed stone. The air seemed to grow colder and more dense, and a soft blue glow could be seen up ahead. When they reached the bottom, a foul stench attacked their noses as they turned a corner.

“If I see one more corpse,” Dinah threatened, “I will kick a stalagmite.”

“I don’t think it’s a dead body, we’re smelling,” Grace-Anne replied as they walked a little further. “It smells more like mud after the rain.”

The sound of a river rushing could be heard overhead. Hongjoong used his flashlight to read the notes again. “The blue light tells us that’s where the next piece is.”

“What is that light anyway?” Mingi asked as they strolled closer to the light.

“Yeah, there doesn’t seem to be any electrical fixtures down here,” added Yunho.

An opening marked where the blue light was hiding, and once the crew walked in, the light turned out to be what seemed to be twinkling blue clusters sticking to the wall and reflecting off of clear quartz fragments blooming from the ground to the ceiling. With this kind of light, the crew switched off their flashlights.

“Glow worms, of course!” Dahae recognized. “Their bioluminescence gives off a sort of blue or green light.”

“But where’s the diamond piece?” Seonghwa reminded her as the crew looked around. “It could be anywhere here.”

Jongho was about to try to move a quartz piece to investigate any nook and cranny, but Dahae stopped him with a gasp.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“These aren’t just any of the regular glow worms you hear about,” she explained. “These quartz’s have minerals that provide this species with their nutrients, and they’re aggressive if they’re touched by any other living organism. Touch the crystals, and a few of them will attack.”

“They’re not poisonous, are they?”

“They just give you deep cuts, but the bleeding is bad no matter where the laceration is.”

“Found it,” Taeran declared as she looked up something in the ceiling.

Surrounded by clusters of the glowing blue, a shining fractal seemed trapped in another microvine structure surrounded by crystals. Beside it was a sort of lock code identical to a lock combination, but rusted into the ceiling.

“What’s the code?” Dahae asked.

Hongjoong flipped through the journals and notes a few times, scanning each page individually in case he missed it. He found something on the exact lock, but no direct answer as to free the diamond.

“There’s a riddle,” he shrugged as scratched his head. “‘Not a full circle, not an angle, not even a cute angle, only a straight path will you find the key.’”

“What path?” Dinah exasperated. “The only way out is the way we came in, and even then it’s deadly.”

“And we can’t exactly pry open the little binding it’s in without touching the surrounding crystals,” Grace-Anne added.

“Maybe it’s talking about the sun, hills, and a path on a hill,” Seonghwa guessed.

“We’re in a freaking CAVE!” Dinah retorted while motioning towards their surroundings.

Taeran stared up at it and recited the riddle. Circle, angles, path. Circle, an angle, a cute angle, path. A cute angle stuck out to her. Did it mean an acute angle?

“Wait a second,” a lightbulb went off in her head. “It’s not a regular piece of land at all. It’s geometric angles. A full circle is three-hundred and sixty degrees, a cute angle is an acute angle that’s forty-five degrees, and a right angle is ninety-degrees. What we’re looking for is the straight ‘path,’ and it’s a straight line. One-eighty degrees.”

“1-8-0 is the code?” Phoebe asked.

“It has to.”

“How are you going to reach it?” Dahae wondered. “The ceiling is taller than Yunho and Mingi.”

…

Finishing up in the bathroom, Celestia took one last look at herself in the mirror, double-checking for any fly-away strands of hair before standing back and seeing her pregnant self. Her stomach wasn’t as huge as a typical pregnant woman’s, but she still found it cute despite feeling like a bloated fish some days. Baby girl kicked, and the mother-to-be smiled.

“You’re so gorgeous,” San commented groggily as woke up.

“Hi, handsome,” his wife replied as she waddled back into the room.

The curtains were opened just slightly to allow some sunlight in, but not enough to disturb San in his sleep.

“How are you feeling?” Celestia asked as she eased herself on the bed.

“Better.”

“You look better, too. Your color is back. Are you sore?”

San shook his head. “I can move more freely, but it only stings when I move my back a certain way.”

“Dahae said it’ll be like that for a bit, but you’ll be back to exploring our next destination.”

A smile nearly bloomed on the young man’s face, but abruptly stopped. He wanted to see the new site, but Celestia couldn’t go anymore when she’s days from delivering.

“I don’t want you to be alone,” San shook his head.

“I won’t be alone,” she promised. “The girls will rotate out on who stays with me at each stop.”

“But what about when it’s time for you to give birth? We would have to flag down an ambulance or something to get you to a hospital if needed.”

San had wanted his wife to give birth in a medical facility that was safe, and she and the baby would receive proper care; but Celestia had put her foot down on having the birth on the boat since Dahae would help with delivery. However, she was becoming more open to having the aid of a medical facility if things were to go wrong.

“I’ve heard you can’t plan for how a birth is going to go,” was all Celestia could say. “But we can be prepared.”

San just smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Such a clever woman, you are.”

Celestia scoffed playfully before asking, “Are you hungry? Grace-Anne left us some breakfast.”

“Can you get up?”

“Watch me.” Immediately she scoot to her edge of the bed, sat up, and rolled to one side to stand. “Cake.”

San giggles as the love of his life waddles out of the room and towards the kitchen. Celestia found her meal of eggs and Greek yogurt covered in plastic, and San’s bacon and omelettes were in the same shape. She removed the covering and put them in the microwave for about a minute while she retrieved both of their drinks.

A fit of childlike giggles erupted from San back in the bedroom. Celestia thought his medicine was making him loopy until he started baby-talking and cooing in his mother tongue. Was he looking at the ultrasounds and somehow talking to the baby? It wasn’t until she returned with their breakfasts when she saw what had happened.

“Angel, we’ve got a little stowaway,” San smiled as he was now petting a Siamese cat sitting on his stomach. “Isn’t she cute?”

“She is,” Celestia smiled as she set the food tray on San’s nightstand. “Hi, kitty.”

She held her hand to the feline, palm open and face up; and after a couple of sniffs, the cat licked her fingers and rubbed her face against Celestia’s hand.

“Friendly, aren’t you? How did you get on here?”

“She must have wandered up the landing gear from outside,” San guessed. “I managed to sit up, because I had to pee; and when I came back from the bathroom, there was a super cute cat sitting on your side of the bed.”

Celestia gave the purring cat a few more scratches behind her ears before thinking for a moment.

“What’s the captain gonna say?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

The captain had a thing with animals on the ship. It wasn’t that he didn’t allow it, it was that everyone had a job to do and wanted everyone to always stay on task that getting a pet for one crewmate or for all to share seemed impossible. Everyone, including Dahae, had begged Hongjoong multiple times for a furry friend, but he always said no.

“Well,” San thought, “I mean we already have a baby on the way, so he might say our new friend has to go; but since you’re going to be here on each stop, maybe she can help keep you company.”

As if excited by his idea, the cat leapt off of San’s lap and tip-toed to Celestia’s bump. She began to purr as she rubbed up against it. It was as if she now knew there was something precious being nurtured and developed in a protective shell.

“I think we might have found our guardian for Baby Choi,” San jokes with a chuckle.

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Honey & Glass ❀ Kiara Carrera

Summary: After a night of caring for baby sea turtles, y/n’s only light in her life is Kiara Carrera. But being a Thornton is a heavy crown to bear along with all the expectations.

Warning: cursing, (I think that’s it, let me know)

word count: 4.5k

Pairing: Kiara Carrera x female!reader

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a/n: this is my first Kie one shot so hopfully you enjoy!  This fic is based off the song Little Miss Perfect. Stayed up till like 4 am writing this so I’m fried now. But leave feedback of your thoughts. 

*^credits to owner^* ❀❀❀ The verdant hills of the country club golf course weren't as occupied this Sunday morning like it was on other days. The Camerons were scattered about, Rafe and Sarah arguing over a hole in one while Wheezie continually hit her ball until she made it into a nearby lake. Despite the distraction going on around them, the Thornton siblings were locked into their game. Standing atop a hill, Y/n was still as she lined up her wedged golf club with the small golf ball lying on the patch of grass. Topper stood just behind his sister, arms crossed over his blue polo clad chest. A smirk was playing on his lips as he watched his sister's eyes straining on the task at hand. She took the game all too seriously, and it was enjoyable to pester her whenever he had the chance.

Y/n was always known to be the perfect child out of the two. Her ponytails were always slicked back without so much as a stray hair escaping. Straight A's, straight forward, straight path, she doesn't cut corners. She made a point be on time and was even head of the student council at the Kook Academy. Unlike her sensitive turd of a brother who washes himself with girls affection and alcohol whenever he saw Sarah under John B's arm, she's never blacked out at a party. Not once. But even if she attended a party, it wouldn't be her taste considering she only ever jams to Paul McCartney.

Just when y/n was about to make the shot, Scarlet and Sarah wandered by, the blonde's friend passing her a disdainful look. That was the other thing about Y/n Thornton. She wasn't a wealthy Kook by birth. She was adopted when she was only two years old. And though they spoiled her rotten, she can't help but question what she did to get as far as she's gotten.

The scornful look didn't go unnoticed by Topper, and he spared her a glare. Scarlet mirrored his expression before she followed Sarah toward the lake to help Wheezie retrieve her golf ball.

Y/n knew they only hated her because she wasn't a true Kook, and she was blessed with a privileged family. She knew she had done nothing wrong but being little miss perfect wasn't always luxurious. Not when she was hiding a secret that would surely dishonor the family name laid upon her.

Unwinding the tension that built up in her shoulder, Y/n hit the golf ball gently and let it roll into the hole. She squealed slightly and hopped on her white tennis shoes. Topper slowly clapped from behind her, jutting his bottom lips to emphasize he was impressed. The bright smile on her face was worth seeing any day in Topper's opinion.

"Eat grass bitch," Y/n jeered in a drolled tone, bumping Topper's shoulder with her own.  

Topper scoffed at her, raising his hands as he walked to where she was standing just a few seconds ago, rolling his shoulder back to take his shot. "Watch how the real pro does it." he chucked with a smug grin, bringing his sister to roll her eyes.  

Y/n stood next to Topper, resting her weight on the golf club while the other rested on her knee. "Has anyone ever told you that you have shitty form?" she whispered tauntingly in her brother's ear.

Topper swung back, making his sister take a cautious step away before hitting the ball across the field. "I do not!" he said, pointing his gloved hand toward the ball he made into the hole." If anyone has shitty form, it's you!" he jested, hovering his club mockingly in her face before she smacked it away.  

"Whatever, Top, at least my ball never ended up in the lake." y/n sneered playfully over her shoulder as she trotted toward her ball with a skip in her step.

Topper lifted his hand and dropped his arms to his side, rolling his eyes as he followed her. "That was one time!"

The sibling played a few more rounds until Topper called it quits after y/n beat him the rest of the day, making two holes in ones. She had school the next morning anyway, and with the sky colored a deep purple, they thought it was time to turn in for the night.

With her hands swaying by her side, a yawn left y/n lips before she felt Topper bump her shoulder with his own. "So there's rumors going around at school that you've gotta crush on somebody." Topper's tone was hopeful, and the way he lifted his eyebrows suggestively brought her to scoff.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever." she shrugged, suddenly finding the velcro of her white loves quite fascinating.

"Come on! I'm your brother, you can tell me!"

Y/n laughed, letting her ponytail graze her cheek when she whipped her head up toward where Topper walked beside her. "Um, yeah, exactly, you're my brother, I don't really feel like you're the one I should go to for talking about my love life. It's kinda embarrassing."

Topper let his eyes linger on his sister for a moment before looking ahead of him where Rafe and Sarah drove by in their golf cart. The Cameron sibling tossed them a wave in greeting while the Thornton siblings nodded in response. Topper grin began to grow, and he spun on the sole of his foot to walk backward in front of his sister.

"Oh, I know, I know who it is," he said confidently.

Y/n snorted, amused to hear what Topper would pull out of his sleeve. No one would ever know who she had eyes for. She even tried to deny it herself—several times. "Do you now?" she nodded along with his game.

"Yup."

"Shoot then, wise guy."

"It's Rafe, isn't it?"

Y/n nearly choked on her saliva, and she passed her brother a bewildered look. "What- No! Absolutely not." she gasped, shoving him in the chest but to no avail as he stayed standing and laughed heartily at his sister's attempt to knock him down.

"What's wrong with Rafe?" he chuckled teasingly, prodding her on the rib, and opted to walk by her side again.

Once they arrived at his car, she kept her hand on the passenger side handle and glared at her brother through the windows as he stood on the other side. "Should I start alphabetically or chronologically?" she smiled caustically, and Topper mirrored her expression once he unlocked the car, and the two climbed inside.

She thought the discussion had dropped once they shut the doors, and the engine roared to life. But Topper pestered on with his investigation.

"Is it Kelce?"

"Nope." she sighed deeply, resting her head back, irritated he wouldn't drop it. She was saddened that he would never guess the name even if he listed off all the boys on the island.

He tapped his finger anxiously on the steering wheel. "Jeremy from your AP classes?"

"No, Topper."

"Whatever," he huffed in defeat, "I'll find out eventually! Don't you worry."

No, you won't, she thought, letting her eyes draw to the trees in passing. If Topper weren't so concentrated on the dark road ahead, he would have seen the frown that made permanent residence on his sister's face the rest of the ride home. He would have even caught a glimpse of the sole tear that rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the one person she could never have and the one person no one could know she wanted.

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Adjusting her straightened hair in the mirror that was magnetized in the back of her locker, y/n's mind was reeling with all the duties she had ahead of her. She had a council meeting next period, and she hasn't even gotten her notes in order. Sarah Cameron was leaning against her locker that resided next to y/n, worry pooling in her eyes as she watched her run her hands through her hair for the hundredth time since they've been standing there.

"If you keep stressing your hair like that, it's gonna fall out." Sarah pointed out, leaning her head against the cold metal, and tucked a blonde strand behind her ear.

Y/n shook her head, rubbing her temple with the tip of her fingers. "Sarah, I've been up all. night." she emphases, slamming her locker shut with more force than she intended and turned to her friend, the creases on her forehead prominent. "All night, trying to accommodate everything, and even then, I doubt Trevor will be satisfied. Such a pain my ass, I swear.."

"Stop beating yourself over it, my god. Trever will just have to grow a pair and get over it. You're busy as it is, and he can't expect you to drown yourself in all this crap."

Taking a deep inhale of breath, y/n wrung her hands to rid of the nerves. "Okay, how do I look? Head of the student council worthy?" she padded down the uniform skirt that barely reached past her fings while Sarah tugged on the lapels of her navy blue blazer, her eyes scanning her golden brooch that was pinned to the side.

"You're a babe y/n. Of course, you look good! Also, I was thinking after school we could stop by Scarlet's..."

A pretty girl walks by my locker

my heart gives a flutter

but I don't dare utter a word

cause that would be absurd behavior

for little miss perfect.

Sarah's words are slowly drowned out once y/n's eyes catch sight of Kiara Carrera gracefully walking by. Everything slows, and she wasn't sure if it was time slowing down in her favor or if it was her mind, giving her the chance to catch a glimpse of the one true thing that kept y/n going. The one person who she thought about before shutting her eyes and the first thing she smiled about once she woke up.  

The way her uniform hugged around her curves—the way her tie was loosened as it draped under the collar of her blouse. Kiara's long brown curls looked especially curlier that day as they bounced past her shoulder with every step. The half updo bun she wore accentuated her oval face perfectly, and it gave more space for y/n to admire her features.  

Y/n and Kira have known each other since they both volunteered to watch over a turtle nest back in July. They were both surprised to see each other but nevertheless fell into a smooth rhythm of comfortable conversation. The whole night was spent naming all the baby sea turtles after star constellations that they thought fit their personality. They snuggled close for the majority of the night after Kiara ran to Haywards with a spare key to grab a few snacks to help them survive the night. The cool night air was becoming overwhelming, so they decided to keep up the chattering to distract themselves.

Y/n took this as two girls blossoming a newfound friendship, but it was when Kiara began to speak that really sparked her interest. But the funny thing was, it wasn't something specific. It was everything she was saying. Kiara spoke of her passion for music, her friends, the environment, her dreams, and hopes. She spoke so gracefully that it drew y/n in more and more like a siren thirsty for water. Before she fell in love with Kiara, she fell in love with her words. Her free spirit. Her aura of happiness that drew people in for more. More of the words that trickled from her plump lips light honey. Something so sweet that y/n craved more than anything.

While she was fawning over the girl as she spoke animatedly about her passion for surfing, a crack was heard from the turtle nest. Racing to look over the small hole with flashlights, radiant smiles colored both girls' features, seeing the sand cave in as little baby sea turtles began crawling from their shells.

For a brief moment, Kira gazed upward to see Y/n eyes glowing with the light and smiled. She loved how carefree she seemed away from the strict counsel of her stepmother. The Thornton name was a heavy crown to bear, and she admired y/n for carrying it so effortlessly. And at this moment, Kiara couldn't help but blush when strands of y/n's hair began to fall near her cheek, and she wanted so badly to brush them away. But she was knocked from her thoughts once she noticed the girl hustling around to clear the area for the turtles to move.

The rest of the night was spent encouraging the turtles as they made their way toward the water and protecting them from possible predators.

"Fuck off, crab!" Kiara shouted, picking up a branch from the sand and poking at a hard exterior near one of the turtles.

"Kie that a rock! Focus!' y/n whispered harshly, afraid she would scare the baby turtles as they paddled down the sand path they created for them that led to the water.

"Shit, you're right-- oh my god its Aries!" Kiara exclaimed, flashing her light down at a turtle that was speeding ahead of the rest.

Y/n quirked a brow, 'How could you possibly know? That could be Sagittarius for all we know."

Kie scoured her flashlight toward her, nearly blinding y/n from the abrupt light assault. "What? No way! That is so Aries, I mean, look at how he's showin off and struttin and being a baddie!" Kie then shined her light toward the hole where the last baby turtle flipped out from his nest and slowly moved toward the water. "That is Sagittarius. The lazy bitch."

"Hey, don't call the turtle bitches-- oh my god, Kiara, a crab!"

"Where!?"

After seeing the sea turtles to safety, Kira and y/n walked a mile to the Wreck, babbling loudly, not caring if the residents shut them up. They were just so happy to be in each other's company. The night ended with the girls eating a couple of plates stacked with truffle fries and a carton of ice cream while diving into more in-depth topics. They cried, laughed, and then cried some more before falling asleep on each other's shoulder in a booth. Mr. Carerra came in the next morning and sent them back to Kiara's house where they all but threw themselves on her bed in the comfort of her thick, warm blankets.

After that, the two would hang out every chance they got, even if there was an unspoken spark hovering between them like a magnet. It brought them closer, but as soon as they dared to think of each other as more than friends, they repelled.

Though they spoke of everything, they never mentioned how they fell asleep with their hands intertwined under the blankets.

Y/n breathed hitched once those almond eyes met hers, and the smile she passed her way was at par with the brightness of the sun. It warmed every part of her being, making her heart melt in an instant. Kiara's smile could light up a room; everyone knows that. But what they can't see is that she lights y/n up inside completely that every difficulty of loving her disappears. Every crevice of doubt. Every corner of insecurity. Ever crack of self-loathing. Kiara Carrera filled those spaces so selflessly, and all it took was a smile.  

"Crush" was such an infantile word. But if that's what Topper wanted to call it, then yes, she had a crush on Kiara Carrera.

No, I can't risk falling off my throne,

Love is something you don't even know.

Two hands swaying in front of her face made her vision dizzy once she came back to reality and looked to Sarah, who looked relieved to finally grasp her attention.

"Dude bell rang. You ready?" she asked.

Y/n faked a smile before lifting her head a bit higher once Kira passed her and disappeared from sight. "Um yeah--yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

Sarah looped her arm with hers, and the two girls moved down the hall. Sarah felt the stiffness in her friend's arm and tilted her head with furrowed brows. "You okay?" she inquired softly with a smile.

"Just lost in thought is all," y/n, sighed, sucking on her bottom lips as she cast her eyes to her shoes.

"Must be unfamiliar territory then." Sarah laughed, giving her a playful shove, bringing y/n to bashfully shake her head at the compliment. "Now chin up, let's show Trevor, who's boss."

Once again, she let her thoughts of Kiara settle in a little corner of her brain, not to be touched until necessary, and went about her day.

Straight hair, straight A's, straight forward

Straight girl

Little miss perfect

that's me

One night my friend's stayed over

We laughed and drink and ordered

Something about her drew me in

What? It's totally platonic

"That is such a lie, Sarah, and you know it!" Y/n muffled around a bite of potato chips. She had called out her blonde friend, who rests her back against her bed's headboard while in a heated game of Kiss, Marry, Kill.

"What is so wrong about the order? It seems fine!" Sarah hiccuped after taking a swig of the large bottle of wine Kiara brought from home. She was currently sitting next to y/n; they're shoulders pressing together as they evened their weight on each other.

"Seriously. Marry Pope, kiss John B, and kill JJ? Where's the favor in that!" Kiara questioned with a shake of her head.

"Hey, Pope is superior." Y/n reminded her as she pointed toward Kiara with the loose finger that wasn't gripping the neck of the wine bottle. She tossed her head back and let the sweet, pungent taste burn her throat.

"Well, of course, he is, that answer is fine but c'mon! Kiss JJ and Kill John B! Simple." Kiara said, letting her thumb wipe off a drip of wine that rested on y/n chin. Too dazzled with a fascination with the spinning fan above her, Sarah didn't notice the lingering glances happening between Kie and Y/n.

Their eyes stayed glued, and Kiara smirked as a blush crept up y/n cheek. She brought her thumb to her lips and tasted the wine that didn't make it into y/n mouth before turning back to Sarah.

"JB is my boyfriend, Kie!" Sarah whined, lightly kicking her legs in a pout with her eyes squeezed shut, the onset of a headache beginning to rack her brain.

"You and John B are a literal walking hallmark movie!" Y/n told her with irritation lacing her tone. "I think he'll understand that you picked JJ over him in a game!"

"But...but -but I - I love jombee," Sarah slurred moments before a silent sob broke her lungs.

Kiara and Y/n both groaned in unison, disregarding how emotional Sarah got after too much drinking. "Pass me the damn bottle," Kira demanded with a roll of her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," y/n replied.

That night was so exciting

Her smirks were so enticing

Hours speed by like seconds

Then, what happens is iconic

She takes a sip, I bite my lip

she tells a joke, I nearly choke

she braids my hair, I sit there

blacking out for the first time

With her straight hair now pulled back into a loose french braid made by the one and only Kiara, the two decided upon a game of never have I ever. After consoling Sarah for god knows what, the blonde fell asleep, leaving Kiara and y/n to sit at the end of the bed.

"Never have I ever called a turtle a bitch." Y/n narrowed her eyes, sitting on the balls of her feet, waiting for Kiara to drink from the wine bottle.

Kiara threw her head back, and a groan erupted from her chest while her loose, curly hair brushed past her shoulder. "Would you let that go? You know I love those turtles!" Kiara said, sipping the wine from the space in front of her as she sits criss-cross.  

Her eyes flickered around the bottle, meeting y/n eyes for a moment, making her bite her lip and look down at her fiddling hands that rested in her lap.

"I don't think Sagittarius appreciated being insulted. He was just taking his time." y/n said, finally looking back up to see Kie handing her the bottle.

"At least I didn't forget their names! What kind of mother are you?" Kie chuckled, her fingers lining the edge of her oversized yellow t-shirt that covered her gray shorts.

Y/n's lips parted, and shrugged her shoulders aggressively. "We named them when they haven't even hatched yet! Can you blame me for getting confused?"

Kiara's face was reddened by the second as a sudden laugh surpassed her lips. "A mother always knows." she chuckled.

With her eyes fluttered shut, y/n took this time to admire her once again. She watched her selfishly like no one else should have the honor of seeing Kiara in such a lighthearted state where only the two of them could be alone. Nothing was really funny about what she had said, but if she could hear her adorable snort, she didn't mind. She had a laugh like shattering glass, something you want to get so close to, but y/n was sure she would get cut with the shards.

"Right because you are so mother oriented." y/n mumbled, watching as Kiara calmed down and steadied her breathing; she brushed some hair from her face and settled down until her eyes caught y/n's. She could see wind stirred waves in her eyes. If one were brave enough to enter their depths, all else would blur, and you'd fall so deep in love that you'd choose to stay there no matter what.

Y/n was not sure what took over her. It must have been the ambiance of silence, but she couldn't take her eyes off Kiara's wet lips that had just consumed the wine. Uncertainty flooded Kiara's eyes as Y/n hesitantly moved forward, then gently cupped her jaw in her hands and pressed her lips against her lips. Kiara stayed frozen in place, her hands raised around y/n silhouette that was slightly hovering over her like she was afraid to touch her. Because if she touched her, then it made it real. But she wasn't pushing her away, and she didn't know why.

The kiss was innocent, new, an unknown territory that y/n was afraid to tread until now. All the expectations placed upon her to be the model daughter disappeared with Kiara Carrera. The perfect girl her mother wanted was defying everything society said was wrong. But if it was so wrong, why did she feel Kiara's hands touch her waist and kiss her back? The taste of wine was exchanged between their sweet kiss and shared breath. So sweet and savory like honey, but once Y/n pulled away and opened her eyes, her heart shattered like glass. As if what she had just done destroyed her whole being. The glass cut deep like she touched something that she shouldn't have, and now she was paying for it.

Next thing I know, I lose control

I finally kiss her, but oh no

I see a face in my window

then my brain starts to go

She saw her reflection. She saw herself. The reflection of someone she didn't recognize, and she felt an ache in her heart once she met Kiara's eyes again. At that moment, they both seemed to realize what they had done and quickly moved away from one another, standing up to face each other on either side of the bed.

No, you can't risk falling off your throne

Love

Is something you don't even know

Thunder rumbled in the sky, the clouds grayed and shifted the cold air into a moist, dewy atmosphere. Rain droplets raced down y/n umbrella, creating a curtain of water around her body as she stood barefoot at the beach. Her mind was lulled with last night's events, and she hated herself for driving Kiara away. Y/n eyes observed each raindrop like a kaleidoscope. She wondered if she could stop time just one last time, to suspend this watery gift and peek through each one. Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside one of those raindrops and take the gravity propelled ride to the earth. Maybe then, she would be able to melt away into nothingness.

She let her hands stretch out from the safety of her blue umbrella and felt the cold rain soak over her hand. Her eyes gloss over with unshed tears, thinking of the night with Kiara on the beach. Oh, how she wishes she could do it over, just to have on a normal night like that again.

The shifting of sand beside her pulled her from her thoughts, and she stiffened once she caught a glimpse of Kiara's curly hair beside her, holding her own yellow umbrella.

The sound of gentle rain upon the surface shielding their head is all that filled the air. That's what kept y/n from crying once Kiara began to speak.

"We can still be friends y/n."

The words hit her like a ton of bricks, and she didn't care when a warm tear slid down her cheek.

"Okay," she mumbles in response, not believing herself to say anymore. She would surely break down, and she couldn't hurt Kiara like that. Not when she cornered her in a difficult situation.

She could hear Kiara sniffle, and she faced her quickly. "I'm sorry, Yn. You have no idea how sorry I am, but-- I just can't do it."

Y/n chin wobbled, and she quickly bit down on her lip before a whimper could escape. "It's okay," she murmured with a crack in her voice.

That crack nearly broke Kiara in her entirely, and she nearly reached out to touch her arm but stopped.

"Y/n/n, please say something else," Kiara was now crying, her almond eyes looking darker, and the frown on her lips broke y/n's whole being. "Just say something to make me stay. And I will, but I have to hear it from you first."

Y/n let in a shaky breath and finally found the courage to look at Kiara. She tilted her head, a sad smile presenting itself on her quivering lips. "What is it worth if I can't tell everyone else that I love you, Kiara?"

Both girls stood silent, and the decision was made. Hours passed, and a lonesome blue umbrella stayed put on the beach while the yellow one was long gone. Once she was sure Kiara was gone, Y/n dropped the umbrella from her shaking hands and let the sob she held rack her body. She clapped a hand over her mouth to quiet the scream she wanted to let erupt. Holding her body, she let the rain drown out her cries and felt the memory of Kiara's lips be consumed by the raindrops to melt away into the earth.

Rewind, induce amnesia

Deny the truth it easier

You're just confused, believe her

When she says there's nothing there

It's never worth it

When you're little miss perfect.

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