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Margarita (m)

Inexperienced!Subby!Jihyo ✦ Experienced!Fem!Reader

WC—4.7 ✦ k

WARNING—sex w/ a woman for the first time ✦ very intimate not-kinky sex ✦ praising ✦ body worship ✦ oral (giving, receiving) ✦ face-sitting (receiving) ✦ 69 ✦ fingering (giving, receiving) ✦ multiple orgasms (giving) ✦ nipple play ✦ hickeys (giving, receiving) ✦ pet names (baby, babe) ✦ brief dirty talk ✦ breath play & masturbation if you squint ✦ crying ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption

THEMES—nsfw ✦ first girl crush au ✦ summer love ✦ friends to ...? ✦ a bit angsty at times

NOW PLAYING—Mystery of Love ✦ Sufjan Stevens

A/N. this was the first time I tried writing a smut that didn't have any clear power dynamics and I rly liked writing it! I don't think all smut needs to have a dom x sub. So to those of you requesting smut, don't feel pressured to pick "kinky" stuff like spanking, bondage, "mommy", choking etc because oral, 69, fingering, hickeys, body worship, praising etc can be picked as "kinks" too — besides I'm a smut writer I can't judge u lmaooo

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"I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier," you heard Jihyo's voice from beside you. You two were sitting on a bench in the park you two had first hung out. Dahyun, your best friend, and you had been sitting at a bar and Jihyo had been there too — except with the company of a tall dude. She had been too distracted looking at him and you had been too distracted laughing at one of your comedian bestie's jokes, which resulted in Jihyo walking into you, spilling both of your drinks in the process. Like the decent people you both were, you apologized and even proposed repaying each other and smiled when you realized that you both had ordered margaritas.

So you drank margaritas all night, forgetting about then saying bye to Dahyun and that guy, until the bar closed and you decided to buy this one special large sized margarita to share at the park not too far away. By the end of the laugh-filled night (which quickly turned into morning), you had a feeling that you'd see each other a lot more afterwards. And you were right. Ever since that sunrise told you to part ways and leave one big margarita glass by the bar's door, you had made it a tradition to buy one every Friday to share as you chat and giggle on the same bench at the same park under the moonlight until another sunrise would tell you it's time to go.

As you had gotten to know each other, you found out the guy at the bar was her boyfriend Daniel, and she found out you were going to leave Korea at the end of the summer. After that, you'd made a promise you'd try to spend as much time together as possible over the sweet summer before you'd fly away.

"Are you drunk?" you asked, shaking your head at her words.

One day she'd called you over to her place, crying on the phone. Her then-boyfriend had broken up with her, claiming she didn't show him love. But the part that shocked you was that she confessed he was right. So why had she been crying? A guy she didn't have feelings for broke up with her...that wasn't a bad thing, right?

"No."

"I saw a margarita on your story before you got here. You know I'm very familiar with JYP bar."

"It was margarita, yes, but it was alcohol-free."

"Oh."

"I know you're going away next week but I needed to tell you before I lost the chance to say it."

"Damn."

"I know. I'm fucking sorry but I've never had feelings for a woman before. Shit, I didn't even know I was into women but it explains why I never had strong feelings for any of my exes."

She looked down at your hand, feeling tears building up in her eyes. Fuck. Not only had she confessed to you but you didn't seem to reciprocate. Fuck. Had she ruined the last week with you?

"I like you too."

"W-What..." she stuttered, beginning to smile for the first time tonight.

You put your hand on hers, intertwining your fingers, "Let's make the best out of this last week we have together."

She intertwined your fingers in return, looking at them and smiling big. "Yes."

As to not waste time, you took a cab to her place immediately. Typical queer stereotype to move on to sex so damn fucking fast. Well, typically queer people in a conservative country have a harder time confessing to each other in fear of rejection and possible hate crime, so when you finally muster up courage and get accepted, you often feel the need to move quickly to make up for all the time you could've but didn't spend together. And you two only had a week left together, might as well fuck every day since you hadn't done that even once over the whole damn fucking summer. What a fucking waste to overthink and overanalyze possible outcomes of a confession to the point that you delay the confession until one week before one of you has to leave the country. So fucking typical that two women who like each other don't say shit because they don't want to make the other person uncomfortable or ruin the perfect fucking connection they have with one another. Fuck.

Soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you locked the door and captured her lips with yours. It was the first kiss she'd ever shared with a woman and she wanted to melt into you and stay lips to lips forever. So this was how a kiss should feel? All this time she had thought she was weird for not liking kissing or foreplay but now she understood what the problem was: she had never genuinely liked any of her previous partners. You took a few steps, not letting go of her lips, until Jihyo's back met the wall. She smiled with a blush. She had never smiled into a kiss before. But she felt...happy? Maybe just content? Or maybe she just felt good that she's doing shit people her age should be doing: making out with people they find attractive? Eh, maybe she was just exaggerating because this was a new experience for her? (No, her happiness was not an exaggeration.)

Then you put your hands on her cheeks gently. Gently, as in to feel her softness, feel her skin, feel her smile on your hands. In the past, her exes had put their hands on her face to keep her from breaking the kiss or to assert dominance. Damn. These fuckers had no idea what they were doing. But you... You made her smile! You made her blush. You made her feel comfortable and beautiful.

After a while you broke the kiss, Jihyo's lips following yours in the air, which made her a bit embarrassed until you said "Shall we continue?" with a soft voice that made her feel safe and not judged. Jihyo nodded, giggling when you held your hands out for her to carry her bridal style. Height was actually an insecurity of hers but this action made her feel small in a good way, in a way that made her feel beautiful actually. Then she began blushing again, realizing you were carrying her to your bedroom, a place you'd only ever hung out at to talk, drink something that wasn't margarita or do the most random shit you'd think of when you were bored at night after a long day of work.

But now this casual, 'friend' place would be where you were going to have sex. It made her smile. Oh how many times she'd imagined you two fucking and cuddling on this very bed. You weren't just walking into the bedroom, you were carrying her as if she were your bride. Holy shit. As soon as you were inside you put her down on the bed and sat down next to her.

"I think we should talk about preferences and boundaries before we continue," you said because communication is key (lmao). "I can start," you knew she'd most likely be too embarrassed to tell everything if she went first, "My main thing is I really like oral and fingering and I usually cum from clit stimulation rather than penetration. I tend to take more initiative during sex, but I am open to you doing that if you'd like. Actually there doesn't need to be any power roles in sex we can just have fun either way. Also I really like talking during sex. Hmm... I prefer not doing any anal stuff on me, if you would like me to do that on you I'm OK with that. I do own a toy collection at home so if you have any vibrators I'm OK with using that too." During your little speech Jihyo was smiling and trying not to blush, never hearing this type of conversation before (you don't hear the word 'sex' much in Korea). "I also would like to talk...during, hum, sex," she felt pressure with what to say, scared you would forever judge her based on the next words that would come out her mouth. You noticed she avoided eye contact, seeming nervous. "Jihyo, I'm no angel, you know. As long as you're not into rape I will not judge your preferences or boundaries," you held her hand, squeezing it lightly. She took a breath, bit more relaxed at the physical touch, "Mm, I like intimacy, like eye contact and such. Maybe hugging each other? I like both clit stimulation and penetration. I've never done this with a girl before so I would be more comfortable if you lead more I think." Her ears were red as were her cheeks. You brought her small hand to your face and kissed the back of it, which didn't help with her blush but at least it made her feel cared for (and wet).

You opened her hand and kissed each finger before putting her hand against your cheek to lean on. Jihyo put her other hand on your other cheek, leaning in to kiss you, smiling against each other. Kissing her felt like walking on clouds. Fluffy, pastel colored clouds. You continued kissing her, wanting to make sure she was wet and excited before you did anything to her (the last thing you wanted was to make her fake orgasm) and she only appreciated the longer fore play.

"May I?" you asked between kisses, pulling lightly on the bottom of her shirt to which she nodded still smiling. Maybe the margarita she had earlier wasn't alcohol-free since she was smiling so damn much. She almost felt embarrassed at her actions until you mirrored her expression and smiled too as you gave a few more kisses to her lips, reassuring her that smiling is never a bad action. She was so pretty. Her tan skin glowed like gold. Pulling her by her her thighs onto your lap so she was taller (lol), you had better access to her collarbones and chest and started kissing her neck lightly and hugging her waist closer to you. Her heart was beating fast, never looking forward to sex this much before. For every kiss you placed on her neck and down to her shoulder, she felt wetter and wetter. You started teasing her tit under her bra, as your other hand went down her pants to her lower back, not yet going to her butt or underwear, all while you kept kissing her collarbones so gently. She put her hands on your hair and started pushing your head to the tit that wasn't getting any attention, too shy to actually say what she wants. You got the memo and started kissing the part of her boob that was exposed from the bra but it wasn't enough so Jihyo took off her bra completely, showing her breathtakingly beautiful boobs. You started kissing harder on her boob, ignoring the nipple for now to tease her. When you heard her gasping and whining you gained confidence and started sucking on her nipple and pinching the other, while unbuttoning her pants with one hand (which was hard but you managed after a few seconds thankfully).

She got off your lap and you helped her take off her tight pants, leaving her in her blue underwear before pulling her back on your lap. You kissed her on her lips, she smiled and took off your shirt, hoped you couldn't see her blush. She was a bit shy now, having never seen a woman's tits in a sexual context before. You giggled, making her pout, and you placed her hand on your boob. Wow. It was softer than she thought; she was so used to the softness of feeling her own boobs that when she touched your boobs she was amazed by the feeling. No wonder people love boobs so much! She brought her other hand to play with both your boobs, exploring and enjoying. You on the other hand, began to touch and grab her lush, thick thighs. After feeling all her curves and edges you moved one hand to her inner thigh and felt something wet. Jihyo was a bit embarrassed. She had gotten so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. "Aw, so wet for me already, Baby?" you looked up at her with a genuine smile, proud. She nodded, trying not to look you in the eyes. "I love it." She nodded again, now going down to suck on your tits to avoid looking you in the eyes. Now it was your turn to make noise, Jihyo not going gentle. You looked down at her, "You look so pretty from this point of view." She looked up at you, her mouth still on your skin. "Thank you." You put some hair away from her face, then resting your hand on her cheek to move her to your other boob that hadn't felt any oral stimulation yet. Your fingertips ghosted over her back, making her shiver slightly, before resting on her butt, grabbing and playing with it. She moaned against your boob accidentally using her teeth a bit, you moaned too.

You started feeling under the fabric covering her intimate parts, but only under the edge to tease her. Jihyo was getting needy and impatient. She got off your lap to take off your pants, and before you knew it you were stood staring at each other in only underwear. You opened your arms for her and hugged her closely, just breathing in each others arms, kissing her shoulder or your collarbone randomly. She looked you in the eyes and felt regret; regret that she or you hadn't confessed earlier. You too. You had liked her since the beginning but you had been scared of rejection or ruining such a good friendship. But you had each other now and that was all that mattered. Better late than never, right? You held each others soft cheeks and almost communicated with your eyes, I never want this to end, and kissed each other. This time it was more desperate and with roaming hands all over each others bodies before you led her to the bed to lay down. This was the bed that you two had laid on to watch movies on Netflix and Disney+, play drinking games during the movie which resulted in at least two empty soju bottles next to the bed. Now this would be the bed you would fuck in. She was ready because she also remembered every time you would go to the bathroom and she would wait in bed and look at your butt as you walked away and question if she was into girls or just liked looking at your butt out of curiosity. And you remembered every time she would go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to grab us a snack, and you would have a pep talk with yourself about telling her about your little crush. And now you were here. In that same bed. Filled with memories. But now with you two almost naked. Her on her back and you sat between her legs.

You kissed her one more time on her lips before moving down, placing butterfly kisses all the way down her chest to her stomach and stopping right above her core. She looked at you, expecting you to remove her undies. You lowered the underwear, she was breathing louder, you stopped when her hip bone was exposed, kissed it, then let the fabric cover her again. Jihyo whined. You smiled against her skin, kissing down her leg and to her inner thigh, giving an experimental lick. "Please." The wetness between your legs was getting uncomfortable at this point and you wanted to just take off your panties and sit on her face but you had to suppress your intrusive thoughts and be slow and gentle since this was your first time together — it was also her first time ever with a woman — so you just pressed your thighs against each other for the slightest stimulation. "Please what, Baby?" you asked kissing her other inner thigh, grabbing both of them with your hands. "Ngh— Can you— Can you touch it?" You gave one more big kiss to her thigh before moving to her face, "Anything for you," you pecked her lips. She opened her legs wider as you went down to give you more space, you looked at her before going down and pulling down her panties, her wetness sticking to them. You threw them away to some corner in the room and put your face in front of her pussy. She held out her hand towards you and you smiled, grabbing it before putting small kisses on her lips, avoiding her clit and slit for now. Jihyo was gasping and blushing. You pushed your tongue lightly through her slit and up to her clit, she squeezed your hand. You started kissing on her slit and clit too, gently, worshipping her body. She whined. "Please, ____." You kissed her clit, you looked at her, "Please, what, Baby?" She felt too shy to say it so she just put her free hand on your hair and pushed your face in her pussy. You took the hint and began licking. She felt relieved to finally being stimulated more harshly like she had craved all this time, accidentally pulling your hair. Pulling your hair wasn't an issue but it was hurting a bit so you held her wrist to tell her. "Oh sorry, Babe, I was getting carried away," Jihyo apologised, now moving your hair away from your eyes. You smiled. Omg she called you "Babe"!! You were determined to make her cum with only your mouth at least once before you finger her. "I love your taste, Baby," you whispered before going back to licking her luscious pussy. She blushed. You pulled her thighs closer to you, wanting to feel her softness on your neck and shoulders. This made Jihyo blush more but also more confident. You held eye contact with each other, hands intertwined, your other hand playing with her boob and pinching her nipple. "You look really pretty from this point of view," she said with a smirk. You smiled, arching your back so she had an even prettier view. She gulped. Everything was getting dizzy. Her clit was being licked exactly how she liked it and you noticed so you kept that same pace. Her chest was getting red and hot. Her hand was sweaty. Her moans were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was irregular. Her view was breathtaking. She saw your hand reaching down between our legs, playing with yourself while eating Jihyo out. She pushed you closer to her pussy, thighs closing in on you, hand squeezing yours harder, head falling back, eyes closed, she saw white. You continued riding her orgasm out with your gentle tongue until she felt overstimulated and unclenched her thighs from you.

As she regained her breathing to normal, you crawled up to lay beside her and hug her, pulling her into your chest. She put her face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth. You weren't sure how high her sex drive was or if she liked cumming multiple times since you forgot to ask during your sex discussion so you thought this was enough for your first time together. But then Jihyo did something. She sat up, pulled off your underwear, proud when she noticed the wet stain, threw the panties away. This night was not over yet. She kissed your cheek and then moved around until her face was above your pussy and her pussy was in front of your face. "Please, let me know if I'm doing alright or if I should do something else," was the last thing she said before she lowered her head to your pussy and began licking. "Fuck." You didn't realise how wet you had become until now when the smallest of touch from her tongue had you moaning. "Baby, go slow, please." She whined back in response, only giving you kitten licks and holding back from devouring the sweet taste of pussy for the first time. You began kissing her inner thighs, making her twitch a bit from sensitivity. "Can I eat your pussy again or do you need some time?" Jihyo blushed. How can you say such words so neutrally? Mhm, she nodded and moaned against your pussy, which sent vibrations against your clit. You pushed her pussy closer to your face and began kissing it again. Jihyo whined against your pussy, she loved this feeling of a little "foreplay" on the pussy before licking it hard. She noted that she should start off slow next time she gives you head.

You noticed that although you pushed her pussy towards you, she still kept it in the air, not sitting on your face. "Baby, you can sit on you face," you encouraged her and gave a big kiss to her clit. She finally sat down on your face and you began licking between her lips deeper and quicker. She couldn't help but keep moaning against your pussy, and the vibrations felt so good, making you moan on her too. You began moving your hands on her thighs up to her ass, keeping them there and just grabbing the fatness. She was feeling a bit jealous because you could touch her all you wanted while she had to hold herself up on her arms which was getting harder and harder. She let go of your clit, sat up on your chest, "Babe, can I be on the bottom?" You smiled at her, "Of course, Baby." She just plopped down on the bed with a smile, comfortable now that she didn't need to use her arm muscles. "You're too cute." "Thank you, ____." You flipped around and moved your pussy to her face, her eyes lightening up. Before you even sat down she grabbed your hips and pushed you down, impatient and needy to have the experience of a woman sitting on her face. You were more experienced in this and laid down comfortably, spreading her legs to eat her out too. Your pussies were prepared and didn't need any of the gentle kissing or kitten licks anymore, you opting to lick fast and deep between her folds, and her licking fast but gently on your clit in a steady pace. To Jihyo's surprise, you began grinding on her face, making her proud she was taking you there. Moaning and shaking, it was getting hard to focus on pleasuring each other.

So, you sat up on the bed, beside Jihyo. She was breathing heavily, confused, whining, "Why?" You kissed her forehead, "Come lay with me on the pillows." She followed you to the big pillows, you laid on the right side and Jihyo on the left side of the bed, the natural way to lay down just like every time you had watched movies as friends. You started kissing her, hands roaming on her boobs, back, butt and back of her thighs, pulling her left thigh on top of your hip — this gave you more access to her pussy so you began to tease your fingertips on her lower lips. She whined. You pushed your right leg up so she also had access to your pussy, and in a second her hand was playing with your folds, starting off slowly before inserting her fingers in you. You kept making out, savouring each others red, swollen lips and tastes on your tongues. She slid a finger between your lips to get your wetness so she could finger your clit better (she remembered you prefer clit stimulation more than penetration), making you moan into her mouth. Damn, it was her first time but she was so good. Who would've known she was ambidextrous? (She's both left handed and right handed) You put a finger inside her and she gasped, making you smile in revenge, since it slipped in so easily from being so wet you fit in another finger, moving them in and out at a moderate speed, not wanting to make her cum yet. "I could do this forever, Baby." Your words hurt Jihyo because you both knew this couldn't last forever; you would leave the country soon — and she wishes this only determined her to make you cum from her fingers but she couldn't distract herself from the future heartbreak, tears filling her eyes that she blinks away before you can notice. She stops kissing you to look at you, she wants to say something but hesitates question just decides to make a hickey on your shoulder. You giggled, "You're out of this world, Baby." She felt tears build up again, you kept calling her Baby as if you've been girlfriends all along — as if you're girlfriends right now! What are you even? A couple? Friends with benefits? A summer fling? A future long distance relationship that will inevitably end with you two neglecting each other due to your conflicting schedules and different time zones? Fuck. She had sucked on your shoulder very harshly and bitten it too. It looked like a black bird tattoo. "I'm sorry, ____ Babe, you have a hickey now," she kissed it gently as too soothe the hot skin. "It's OK. I haven't had a hickey in a long time. Never on my shoulder," you giggled. Jihyo smiled, both happy and sad at the same time. "Can u make one on me too? In a hidden place?" She wants to remember this moment for the next few days every time she looks at herself in the mirror. Yet she blushes when u move ur head to make a hickey on her boob, opting for the curve under her nipple, sucking and biting. Simultaneously, your fingers were going deeper and faster until Jihyo starts whining and you decide to keep that tempo. She starts moving her fingers harder on your clit, with the same tempo as before, making you moan and bite down on her boob. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you said. She whined, "M-Me too." You began kissing again until both of your legs were shaking and you had to stop to breathe.

After a few minutes of just laying down and looking at each other, you decide to get up and run a bath before you two fall asleep in your cum and wetness stained sheets. "Wait for me, Baby. I'll just get the bath ready for us," you kissed her forehead. Jihyo smiled but it fell once she was left alone with her thoughts. Should she sleep in your bed or go home like she always did after hanging out at your place? If she sleeps in your bed it's almost as if going official, right? If she goes home like she always does then it means that this was just a one night stand or a fwb thing, right? Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Suddenly you were back in the room. "Come, Baby," you carried her to the bathroom and let her step into the bathtub on her own because you're not the hulk. You followed suit, laying behind her. The water was warm and relaxing, cleaning you off of your cum, sweat and tears. You hugged her waist, Jihyo's rested back on your shoulder and chest, you leaning your head on hers, kissing it a few times. But although the water was calming, both your brains were racing. What now? You had an incredible connection. You had so many beautiful memories together, including this one. You've laughed and cried so many times together, now also coming a few times together. How could you let go of this? How could you keep this going at a long distance? A tear fell down Jihyo's cheek. You kissed her tear away. "It's OK. It will all be fine." Tears were falling down your cheeks too.

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❝ How much sorrow can I take?

Blackbird on my shoulder

And what difference does it make

When this love is over?

Shall I sleep within your bed?

River of unhappiness

Hold your hands upon my head

'Til I breathe my last breath

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The last time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love ❞

—sufjan stevens; 2017

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johnnycakesb14de · 3 months

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how they would be like in school ???

HOW THE GREASERS WOULD BE IN SCHOOL

DARRY

Would be very good student

Like that one popular jock that isn't annoying and is actually quite respectful

Mama raised him with manners

Would have good grades

Super sporty one of the best of his football team

Just loved school so much

Would help other people with their work

Graduate with a 3.9 GPA

SODAPOP

He dropped out but I'll give you before he did

He was a good student he payed attention but it just never clicked in for him

He has basic knowledge for the normal curricular thing

And amazing with cars and that's what he was good at

I can see him going back eventually to get his GED

But he would really try but he could just never get it

Can y'all tell I love this gif of him he's such a cutie omg

PONYBOY

Y'all he literally skipped the 8th grade he is so he is really really smart

He'd have good grades in all his classes but I can see him having MAJOR beef with math

But he's like the quiet smart kid that sits in the back of the class

And he sits with his loud ass friends while he works and they copy

He's in track also so he just overall is a good student

He would also help you or anyone with their homework if he had time too

"hey pony, I need help on this."

"Give me a second let me finish this."

Since he's in advanced classes he probably got like a 4.7 GPA

JOHNNY

Can be really smart he just need deeper explanation by the teacher

I saw someone say he got held back a year but idk if that's true

But if he did he would ALWAYS sit next to Ponyboy so he could explain it

He really is smart he just can't put it on paper

He would really love science lab experiments

You cannot tell me otherwise

Pony tells him what to do and he does it

When he graduated he is alive in my head so suck it he probably got a like a 3.2 GPA

DALLAS

He's that one kid that ALL the teachers envy because he never goes to school but he good grades

Like I feel like he'd be pretty smart he just doesn't care

"Omg Dallas, you got a 87% on your test!"

"Eye downt cayre mayn🙄"

Like if you didn't know how to do something he'd just randomly drop it

Like he'll look at your paper and just say what to do

"I just don't know what-"

"Combine the like terms"

"huh?"

"Just do it mayn!"

But don't get me wrong he is really fucking stupid, like really dumb

TWO-BIT

He's been held back like three times

So like lets be fr

I really don't have too much to say but he'd be the class clown that is actually funny

Everyone knows him and thinks he's funny

Was never a try hard

Would eventually graduate

No one knew how

Very low GPA

I don't know if he also dropped out

Because Ponyboys petty ass did not give him a personality

But hed be a pretty average student

Not great grades not bad ones just passing grades

Doesn't care about school just cars

I really don't think he'd care about a GPA or college

#the outsiders #johnny cade #dally winston #johnnycake #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #the outsiders fanfiction #darry curtis #steve randle #the outsiders headcanons #darry curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #dallas winston x reader #sodapop x reader #x reader #request

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bangytell · 6 months

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I hate you | sg m

You see my eyes boy, I just can't keep 'em off you, turning me on, I-I just can't see through you. Tonight —Doja cat ft Eve

Summary: Your high school bully can't contain himself once you're alone

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers

Rated: mature, +18

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.7 k pff i let myself gooo

Warnings: fem! reader, mentions of Geto and his two cute daughters (Nanako and Mimiko), mentions of past history between reader and Geto, oral and fingering (f! receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this girl's), mentions of pet names, sg! bully, kinda canonhead. Most of the events are based on the manga, and some are my beliefs and fiction.

a/n: Look, i needed some enemies to lovers and put it out of my system, so here it is.

Getting scolded by your teacher was becoming your new routine, and it's not even your fault. As you repeat yourself over and over while the other person involved tries to scream from above your words.

"I'm tired of getting dragged to this issue with you, Satoru Gojo." he scoffs and looks at you with a cocky grin adorning his lips

"It's not like it's pleasant to be around you either" you gasp and walk away with the permission of your teacher.

Suguru Geto approaches you with an embarrassed look accompanying his lovely features and your heart sinks at the sight.

"Hey [name] don't be so harsh on him, i think he has a crush on you" you scoff at his words and continue your pace away.

This new year at this new high school hasn't been all pleasant, you thought that maybe following that advice of going to the sorcerer school will help polish your abilities. And it has been, ignoring the fact that Satoru Gojo always seems to find a new way to pick on you, and you don't actually understand why you certainly are not the strongest, and he had to rescue you and your partner on a mission about two times now. You know what Satoru represents, coming from that rich family and being the strongest man there is, having that cocky grin attached to his face and the round sunglasses he's always wearing as if they're glued to his face, he annoys the shit out of you, and you're pretty sure that he definitely feels the same about you.

A new class awaits you, and having to share the same classroom annoys you, just by thinking about it.

Shoko and Geto greets you, and as you try to have a calm conversation, the teacher comes in, a few minutes later Gojo decides to show up as well.

"Late again Mr. Satoru" he snorts and grabs a sit on Geto's side.

"Y'all be having a mission today, just a quick and easy exorcism at Tokyo" you and Shoko grabbed hands in excitement and all fades away when your teachers speak up once more "Gojo and [name] will be going together and Shoko and Geto will partner up as well"

What?...

"I thought you said it was only one quick and easy" the teacher arches an eyebrow

"Yea' teacher i don' think they even have to go, Geto and I can get everything done" Gojo interrupt you half speech

Your teachers angry frown doesn't disappear and you rather not to pick up the fight this time

After a few more protests from Gojo the teacher let you guys know all the details of the two places that have incidents occurring, Geto and Shoko took the abandoned house and Gojo and you took the abandoned school.

Just arriving the atmosphere was gloomy and having to bear with complaints and sighs from your partner wasn't actually helping at all.

"That which frightens more than dark itself" you begin to speak as Gojo stretches himself "That which is darker than black" the veil begins to cover around the perimeter "...purifies impurities"

Gojo looked your way and said

"Don't get in my way, thanks for the veil but i'll do all the hard work" you scoff at his words and before you have a chance to speak again he disappears from your sight.

His arrogance doesn't even allow help.

You pass the entrance and begin to notice small and many curses, but why won't they?...

You turn around to a massive curse, as you pull your sword, the monster grabs you and you drop the prompt not being able to move.

Fantastic, now you're at his stomach, where is Gojo when you need him.

Two little boys caught your attention once you stop looking around for any clues on going out.

"Miss, please, help me" once you notice one little boy has his arm crushed, twisted even. You step closer and try to say comfort words to them, you look for that little knife on your ankle and begin to try and open up that beast

Your phone isn't working, and the little boys are looking stressed and desperate. You try to escape, is this all you can do? At the end Gojo was right? and you were nothing but a weak sorcerer.

Suddenly the ground beneath you disappears and as you fall you feel a gentle hand hugging from the waist and the warmth of a body saving you from falling. Gojo’s face is full of mucus and viscosity.

“Ohh, [name] you cryin’?” you scoff while looking at the little kids hanging from his other arm

“I am not crying’” he scoffs and pulls that cocky grin

“I believe that you’re trying to thank me, you can also pay me or even get my autograph” his tone was cocky and sarcastic

“Well grab a chair so you can wait on all of those, and let go of me” he drops you onto the floor, and with the help of your hands, you manage to not harm yourself even more.

“A thank you can do the trick” you huff and stand up after settling well on the ground

“Thank you” his cocky grin doesn’t leave his lips as he looks your way

“Oh, i’ll never let you forget about this” he chuckles and you notice a notch on his right arm, it’s leaking blood and your fingers try to touch it just to make sure that you’re looking correctly.

“Tsk, that hurt” he flinches at your touch and you’re now sure that it is what you were looking

“Your arm is bleeding�� you rip your shirt and you wrap his arm with it he’s looking fondly while you’re self-absorbed on the task “I thought that infinite wouldn’t make you any harm” he huffs and makes a pout

“It isn’t perfect yet, it must have happened in a second while i didn’t noticed” you make your way downstairs while he literally just floats down

“You don’t have to be perfect” you say, once you’re reunited again, and for the first time in weeks you’re talking as two civilized people and not like you’re looking to rip his head off.

“But I am expected to” he looks hopeless, as if this matter wasn’t something he had discussed with himself more than once. And for the first time you think of him as a person, as a human being trying to fit into that stereotype of being perfect in everything giving his clan, you feel sympathy.

“I think that you’re strong and that should be enough” his eyes glow and the veil rises in front of you as you walk through it.

Geto and Shoko are on the other side, looking as fresh as the day while you almost saw death today.

Gojo and Geto begin to play while Shoko checks up on you, and that was it for a moment. Gojo begins to scoff at you for saving you, and claiming you were crying, you told Geto about the incision on his arm and he pouts while Geto and you laugh at him.

Nothing good lasts forever, you train your ass off and while Gojo and Geto are away on this special mission everything around you looks slow and gray, as if Geto and Gojo were the fun and colors of your classroom.

Shoko and you go out a few times after training and after a few days you begin to look Geto a bit gloomy, as if something in that mission had made him change, something within him just snapped.

On training while Gojo explains his technique you notice Geto lose himself in thought, you call his name, and he gifts you with a soft smile.

“Are you alright?” he nods but the bags beneath his lower eyelid tells you otherwise, his nihilistic smile disappeared and he just doesn’t look like Geto to you

“Have you been eating?” Gojo asks looking at Geto “You look thin, don’t eat just cold noodles” he doesn’t laugh, he doesn’t look alive to you.

You reach out to Gojo, and tell him about your concerns, he says that is alright, that he says so… but you can’t bring the idea to believe him.

“C’mon Gojo just talk to him, maybe he’ll talk to you, you’re his best friend” he nods and notices the serious tone and look

“Thanks, i’ll talk to him” you smile and leave for your dorm.

Days went by, your friends weren’t that close anymore, Geto and Gojo would leave alone while you and Shoko were together, Haibara passed away and graduation was just around the corner, you became a competent sorcerer yourself; certainly not the best, but pretty strong.

With the help of your parents you found a nice apartment, it was small but you could turn it into a home.

Days passed you by, and work as a sorcerer was exhausting, but kept your fridge full and that was it. You haven’t seen any of your classmates beside Shoko everytime you got hurt, which was more than you could count.

As you rested one day, you got a call, it was an unknown number, but even then you chose to answer.

Soft pants and a faint sound of a fire made the way through your ear.

“[Name] are you home?” Geto? this late at night… well that was…

“Uhmm, yea’ sure, are you alright?” he’s still panting and you hear a few muffled voices

“Can you call Satoru and tell him to meet me at your house?” you’re more than confused now

“I’m not sure if Satoru would want to…-” he cuts you mid sentence

“Please [name]” he sobs and you nod, it’s that serious and his tone is soft and needy

“I’ll call him, jus’ get here safe” he hangs up and you call his number, the one you taught you’ll never have to see again, but Suguru was a really good friend and you’ll do it for him.

He answers, finally with that cocky tone of his.

“Suguru called me and told me if you could come to my apartment” he huffs and you can almost see his grin

“Why wouldn’t he call me?” that seemed to hurt his ego

“Jus’ come to my apartment and try to be quick, I don’t know how serious the situation is” he agrees and you text him the address.

Satoru gets first and now you’re in this awkward silence waiting for Suguru.

A few knocks announce his arrival, Gojo opens the door for him and his temple changes as quick as he notices the two little girls by his feet.

“What did you do?” Gojo breaks the silence and Geto scoffs

“[Name] can you give them a bath?” you nod, stand from your sofa and ask just one question

“You have cash, Geto?” he holds his neck and denies, you point at Gojo and his confused look pierce at you “Go with him and buy the girls some clothes” Suguru knew you wouldn’t make unnecessary questions and his template relaxes “Grab a shirt from my closet Suguru, and don’t take long” both of the men walk along outside while you prep them the warm water and asks for their names.

In the meantime Gojo has an angry frown at Suguru, he huffs while he walks to the closest store he can notice.

“You’re probably wondering why I didn’t call you first” Satoru huffs “I knew you were at the school and I couldn’t let them hear me, not right now” they enter the store and now wonder what little girls would use, and what size they were?

“So you call [name]? Is this some type of payback?” he huffs and asks a lady that works there for the girls clothing

“I know your history, but she’s the only one with a house, and I trust her Satoru, I know you do too” after some thought Geto grabs two dresses in the size he thinks they’ll fit.

“Why are you adopting two girls?” he closes his eyes and walks the way back to your home

“Let’s wait so [name] can hear me out too” Satoru nods.

You’re washing away dirt and blood as they laugh at something you said and you hear your front door opening. Suguru hands you the dresses he picked and as you dressed them, Satoru looks fondly at your actions, so carefully looking after them and being so gracefully doing so.

You put the girls to bed and an angry frown adorns your face.

“Start talking Sugu” He's sitting at your couch with Satoru by him.

“They gave me this mission” his voice is raspy and sharp “The humans had this girls locked up, and they were talking trash of them, and…” warm tears began to adorn his temple, with a broken voice and the tears streaming down he confessed to have murder everyone, every human at the village… “And I still don’t feel a remorse in me”

Both for you and for Satoru this felt like a shock, your high school best friend is telling you he committed murdered, and you think that it was for a cause

“They tortured the little girls?” he nods and Satoru stands up and walks away to your kitchen “They thought they were the monsters but [name], how can a little girl understand the world like they do?” his voice was still squeaky and Satoru returned with his eyes uncovered gazing between you and his best friend

“You know what the higher ups would say?” he nods, already knowing damn well

“Satoru, please understand me, I…-” you interrupt him mid sentence, looking at Gojo

“Whatever his acts lead him to do, we can’t let him go through it alone, none of us has to go through any of the things this jobs has for us, stop hiding yourself from us, stop being distant and include us, me" with your gaze directly to Suguru and that demanding tone he's so fond of ",Shoko even Nanami would help you but stop pushing yourself away” your gaze pierced between the two man in front of you

“Thank you [name]” Suguru speaks up between the tears and you think this is the first time he has actually broken down, you kneel in front of him and offer a hug while the tears fill your blouse, Satoru stands beside you and rubs his hand on his friend’s back.

“I’m going to have to step up for you with the higher ups don’t I?” Suguru laughs and nods in agreement.

Y’all agreed the girls should stay with you until Satoru talks with the higher ups about the whole situation, and right now, besides having to see the boy that bullied you at school you also have to look after two beautiful kids. Life gives turns. Geto shows up everyday, plays with the little girls and expects a call from Satoru. One afternoon, while making dinner, your door announces someone on the other side.

“Coming!” you shout from the kitchen as you make your way to the door.

Gojo is at the door with a bag full of you don’t know what, greets you with a nod and walks to the little girls in the living room. You return to the kitchen, and you don’t notice the man who’s now behind you.

“Look at you, all maternal mode” you scoff

“You only came by to laugh at me? We’re over high school, when are you going to stop being the brat you are?” he holds his chests and fakes pain

“I’m waiting on Suguru, he asked if i could get the girls new clothes, so I did” you continue your cooking as you wait for the food to be ready.

“So now I'm your boyfriend and you host house?” he chuckles

“I’ll take a partner to a better place than this” you huff and release your hands from the gloves you’re wearing

“You’re welcome to see your way to the door” you try to reach him, but his curse technique wouldn’t even allow it. “Agh, Satoru Gojo you’re a pain in the ass”

Nanako announces her way to the kitchen, and Mimiko follows right after with “I'm starving” “Is food ready yet?”

Suguru opens the door with the spare key you gifted him and the little girls run after him to hug and greet him.

“They weren’t that happy when I arrived” Gojo says with a pout

“Probably because your presence annoys everyone” he huffs and you walk to hug Suguru, he holds you by the waist and his cologne makes you forget all the bad things around, which means Satoru.

“Dinner is ready and I hope Satoru has good news for us” when your gaze meets his, he looks… hurt.

“Ah, yes! the higher ups agreed on you being at school, with minor conditions, but you can return” you hug Suguru once more while looks at his friend with a smile

After that Suguru takes the little ones to the school where now his mission has to be with a partner and your house feels empty now that it’s just you again.

You’re on a mission with one of Satoru’s students while he told you was busy with something else, the kid is quiet and you find him within the same range of cockiness as Satoru as he tells you that he can go on his own and work it out. You wait at the other side of the veil while going through your social media. Is Satoru uploading pictures from Iwate with Suguru and the girls, was that the thing he was busy with? Oh you’re going to kill him.

The phone begins to sound as you wait for his response, after the fourth ring he greets you.

“You lied to me, you looked me dead in the eye and lied to me” he burst into laugh while you snort

“Listen to me, Gojo Satoru, one thing is to call me weak, to make me feel unworthy of anything and to annoy the shit out of me, but to lie to me?!” you shout and he’s still laughing

“I’m going to help Megumi finish this mission and I’m not covering for you tomorrow”

“Oh c’mon [name]yyy don’t be a party pooper” you snort and you don’t know where it’s coming from but you talk out of anger

“Fuck you Satoru, and you better return or I dismiss your class for the day but I ain’t helping you no more” and you hang u before he could answer to you.

Not long after Megumi is out the veil and looks at your angry frown, he follows you the way back to campus without saying a word.

Once in campus you shout inside the classroom “I fucking hate you Satoru Gojo” his students hear but decide that is better if they don’t tell a soul about that, especially you since you seem so upset.

Satoru, Suguru and the girls return not soon after, you’re nowhere to be found around the campus and Satoru actually feels like he owes you at least an apology.

Before arriving with Shoko to ask for you he listens to your squeaky voice; “Shoko, I hate him, there’s nothing more I can ever feel for him than hatred” you spit as Shoko looks at you inexpressive

“I know he lied but…” you interrupt her mid sentence

“No, Shoko, to him I am merely a person who deserves anything, he doesn’t respect me and i’ve have had it with him” you snort

“You can’t do that you’re colleagues” she reasons

“Well then, watch me, I don't care about the world for Satoru Gojo anymore” he knows you’re serious, based on your tone and if he peeked he knew the face you’re making while spitting out those words.

The next few days went by smoothly for you, you visited Suguru and made sure to leave before Satoru went as well, Suguru tried to convince you to talk to him but you refused.

“He still doesn’t even happened to look for me, he doesn’t care, his ego and blindfold wouldn’t let him see past himself”

One night you had to stay on campus because there was a big storm coming and you couldn’t drive or walk home.

The rain was heavy while you and Shoko smoked a cigarette at the terrace of the building

“Have you seen Satoru lately?” you deny while the vapor escapes your mouth “He seems… down”

“Bad for him” you snort and she denies as she finishes her cigarette.

She leaves while you stay to stare at the pouring rain, the sound of the door opening and a few steps announce someone is out there as well.

“Shoko, if you want another cigarette i already finished the whole package” and you hear a soft chuckle, but that isn’t Shoko.

“Since when are you a smoker” Gojo asks and you look away

“Not that you care” he sighs and sits next to you “I didn’t invite you”

“This space is for anyone” you roll your eyes in annoyance and stand up to leave but he holds you by the wrist “C’mon [name] stay” you sigh and sit again.

“Be in silence” he cross his finger through his heart and after a minute of silence he releases a big sigh out of his chest

“I know what you’re problem is” he says and you gaze him

“Yea’? I know what you’re problem is” he chuckles and then you continue “You’re a self-absorbed, self centered, selfish and a spoiled little brat” he continues to chuckle and then he talks

“I think that you’re problem is that you need to get laid” you open your eyes, flabbergasted

“I’m not discussing my love life with you, let alone my intimacy” a soft chuckle escapes him and you snort

“Like if there’s a love life to begin with”you huff

“And why do you care?” you stand up, next to him

“Because you being all gloomy and depressed it has to be because you haven’t got riled in a long time, you can tell”

“I am not gloomy and depressed”he smiles, standing up and the height difference makes you tilt your head even higher, he’s closer to you, his hot breath hitting your face as he slowly gets closer and closer making you take a step back.

“You didn’t deny that you need to get railed” you snort and before you try to take a step back you tumble with a chair and almost fall. If it weren’t for a firm hand holding you from your waist to keep you in balance.

“Pff, let go of me, you don’t know what I need, stop acting like you cared” he sighs and pulls the heat of his hand away from your body

“I don’t care, I jus’ want to be in good terms so Suguru would shut up about the girls wanting to go out all together” you looked at him, puzzled

“Sugu didn’t said that to me” he tries to avoid your gaze as he finds words to explain

“Yea’ ‘cause he knows that it's my fault that you don’t wanna talk to me” you chuckle

“Is this your weird way of giving an apology? you suck at’em” he nods and try to get close to you again

“Then let me ask for forgiveness in a way I know” you’re confused as his hands make their way to your waist, and your hands hold his chest so he can’t be close to you

“Have you lost your mind Satoru? What’s with the sudden…?” he puts his lips in yours and your mind becomes a foggy mess once he begins to kiss you, his hands pull you closer as you give into his soft lips. The kiss started to deepened when Satoru opened his mouth to let his tongue licks inside your mouth a soft moan escaped your lips and he pulled your body to lift you and your legs found the way to lock with his body, he took you to his dorm, neat and clean almost as if he wasn’t there at all. His body hovers over yours and by now your mind begins to wonder what is it that made you be beneath him and why were you?

Soon your thoughts flew away as Satoru’s lips kissed you in the neck, then cup your breasts on his hand as he toys with you perky nipple, he then frees you of your shirt and his eyes glow with the light of the moon when you unbutton your bra and toss it to the floor, his mouth soon found the way to your breasts, and as he licks and suck at your nipples soft moans escape your mouth

“C’mon Satoru stop playin’ jus’ fuck me please” you plead and he releases your nipple, smiles cocky and makes his way to your pajama, he then puts the cloth away and focuses on those laced panties you’re wearing.

“You put these on for me? Huh? for me to enjoy the sight” you scoff

“The world doesn’t move around you” he moves the panties aside and with his digits found your clit, he begins to rub it, making you moan, pant and gasp with each stroke.

“Look at you, all worked up by my fingers baby” the bulge within his pants started to hurt, he wanted, no, he needed to be inside you. His mouth soon began to lick and suck your bullied cunt, swallowed and dripping wet, his digits made their way inside your pussy again and he groaned at the way you almost screamed at the sensation.

“ ‘m so close Toru, ‘m gonna cum” oh those saccharine moans and the way you called him have his soaring dick yearning to be inside of you

“No, no coming yet baby, I still haven’t fucked you dumb yet” he steps away leaving your dripping cunt unattended, soon after disposing the fabric and the cold send shivers to both of your body he begins to rub his dripping tip to your pussy, soon after he introduces himself inside of you and he pants and gasp at the sensation of your cunt, how good it squeeze him and how tight you are.

“ So tight, your pussy is so tight just for me, huh?” you nod, not finding your voice within you to give an answer. He begins to thrust in and out of you and each stroke makes you feel like you’re about to faint.

“ Feel so good my love, you take me in so good” he pants and you bury your nails to his back, calling his name like a prayer and he began to rub your clit and with each thrust you felt closer to the orgasm, he was ripping your pussy open making you feel as if in any moment your back will split into two, the sound of the skin crashing into each other and the sweat you could notice from Satoru’s forehead it was all becoming blurry, a few more strokes into your sweet spot and the rubs in your clit made you come squeezing his dick in between your walls. Soon after he groaned into your ears as you felt the cum inside of you, leaking and making you feel full. He stood up, went to his bathroom and brought back a towel for you. He helped you clean yourself as you try to gain conscience once again. He covered you with his blanket and sat next to you, covering your face.

“Why so embarrassed now?” you scoff and his cocky grin greets you once you peek

“I shouldn’t have done this, not in the school, not with you”

“As if this is your first time” you gasp and he chuckles

“Yea’ I know about that time with Geto” you covered your face again

“But i was a teenager” you say through the fabric

“No regrets at that time, why now?” you sit down and look at him

“I didn’t hated Geto” he grins

“Oh, you hate me?” you nod and he leans to kiss you “I also hate you, i hate you so much, how about i fuck you until we forget about that” you scoff, that brat was going to be the death of you.

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Brother - Chapter 1, Eyes of the Father

Summary: Taking place after the events at the destruction of the helicarriers a young woman writer finds an injured man in her garage and decides to help him.

Length: 4.7 K

Characters: Named female OFC (described physically but she doesn’t consider herself pretty), named OMC - her brother who’s in trouble, named OMC - FBI agent, recurring character, Bucky Barnes (beefy, long hair).

Warning: Mourning for dead relatives, mistrust of FBI agent, OFC struggling financially. Reference to drug use.

Author notes: There is a long time arc with this story, with some jumps forward being made. Updates will be twice a week.

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Late 2014.

The sweat kept dripping into Lacey's eyes and she kept using her gloved hand to brush it off. Finally she had enough and she went into the small house, found a large rag and tied it over her forehead, smoothing her blond hair under the edge. She poured herself a large glass of water and stood over the sink, drinking the water down. Then she went back outside and continued to sand the old paint off of the window trim. She noticed some of the caulking coming off and she added replacing that to her list of things to fix on the old house that her grandfather had left her. The list, which had grown considerably from the day she took possession, had already overwhelmed her meagre savings and unless she sold another article was perilously close to being insurmountable. Still, she had inherited the Williams stubborn streak and remained convinced that she could turn this ramshackle abode into someplace she could live and write in peace. Her concentration was broken by the sound of a cough and she looked up to see her older brother, Tom, watching her.

"I heard that Grandpa left it to you," he said, as he stepped up onto the porch and ran his hand over the railing. She hadn't even heard his car when he drove into the yard. "What memories I have of this place. I liked him too, you know. He didn't leave me anything."

"You hadn't seen him in over five years," replied Lacey. "None of you had really. I was here every chance I could get, and I lived with him for a year while he was dying. Someone had to take care of him because he wouldn't go into a hospice."

"I'm not disputing that you don't deserve this," stated her brother. "I just wish you had reached out to me at least. I didn't know he was dying and I would have made an effort to help."

Lacey nodded. "What have you been up to?" she asked. "By the clothes and your car it would appear you're doing well."

He shrugged. "Being a stockbroker comes with financial rewards but it's a killer career," he admitted. "It's not what I planned to do with my life but I'm good at it so ...."

Lacey stopped and put the sander down. "Why are you really here, Tom?" she queried. "I'm pretty busy trying to fix everything Grandpa couldn't fix while he was sick."

"Let me help," he said. "No strings attached. You must have run out of money already and I know that the taxes are probably due soon. I have the money and if you let me I'll help with the work. It might help me begin to like myself again."

She looked at him. Out of her three siblings he was closest in age to her and they had got along for the most part. He bought her alcohol when she was underage, had been with her the first time she smoked pot, showing her how to roll the joint and properly inhale the smoke. They had drifted apart when he went to college and fell in with a rich crowd of friends. Looking closer at him she saw the lines in his forehead and the dark circles under his eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked, coming closer. "You don't look well."

He took a breath and looked around, trying to decide what to say. "I fucked up," he whispered. "I got involved with a shady deal and I'm terrified that if I'm not arrested someone is going to come looking for me and hurt me or worse. I need a place to hide out while I figure out what to do and you're the only one I trust. Please, help me."

Leaning against the railing his whole body deflated as if he had been keeping this terrible secret for so long it had overwhelmed him. Lacey looked at Tom, and noticed his hand shook as he lit a cigarette.

"We should put your car in the garage then," she said. "It's a dead giveaway ... sorry for the words."

He smiled grimly then hugged her desperately. "Thank you," he whispered. "I didn't know who else to turn to. Mom would have freaked out. Nancy is caught up in her divorce and Terry is ... well he's always been an asshole, hasn't he?"

A bitter laugh escaped Lacey's lips at the mention of their oldest brother Terry, who was an asshole. Blessed with exceptional athletic ability he had been drafted by the New York Giants and had forged a successful career as a wide receiver. He had also surrounded himself with a circle of like-minded friends who lived to hit the stripper bars and date starlets. Everything in his life was about him and keeping the gravy train going.

While Lacey opened the doors of the ancient garage Tom backed his car in, got his bag out, and together they closed the doors, locking them with a padlock. Her brother followed her into their Grandpa's house and she left him in the small, spare bedroom. In his condition she didn't think he could sleep in their grandfather's bedroom where he had breathed his last breaths but she had no qualms about it, having been with him at the end. She returned to the porch to continue sanding and was joined by her brother ten minutes later. He had changed into blue jeans and a T-shirt. Handing him a hammer and nails she asked him to nail down any loose boards on the porch. He smiled and got to it right away. They worked together without comment until they heard the sound of thunder and put the tools away just before it started to rain.

While Tom washed up Lacey fried up some burgers for them in the cast iron pan that she placed over the gas burner. She sliced some tomatoes and onions, broke apart some lettuce leaves and put the condiments on the table. Then she pulled out a couple of cold beers. Tom opened them and took a long drink from his bottle. They both made up their burgers and took a good sized bite, saying nothing except making contented noises as they chewed. Lacey finished chewing her second bite and looked at her brother.

"Who would want to hurt you?" she asked.

"The Russian mob," he said reluctantly. "I didn't know the deal was money laundering. It was one of my colleagues that asked me to set it up. When I found out I panicked. I took off and drove here."

"It's not like you stole their money, is it?" she looked him directly in the eyes.

He didn't make eye contact at first. "I put it into a secret account," he replied finally. "In case I decided to go to the police with it. I wanted proof of the money trail and I don't have that. So I'm screwed either way."

"Fuck," muttered Lacey. "Does your colleague know about me? Or any of us? You have to figure they might come after any one of us to force you into the open."

"I didn't think of that," he admitted. "Shit, I'm sorry. I should leave. Draw them away."

"Tom, just go to the police," she pleaded. "At least they can give you protection and they probably have forensic accountants who can help you with the money trail. If not the local police then the feds, FBI maybe."

"When did you become so smart?" he asked. "I never thought of that. Look, I'll stay here tonight and tomorrow I'll go to the FBI. I promise."

She searched his face, looking for any sign of lying but as far as she could tell he meant everything he said. After cleaning up the dishes Tom went into his room while Lacey sat in front of her laptop trying to write. She still tried to write 1000 words per day while she was working on the house, not wanting to get out of the routine. After a few hours she had enough and decided to go to bed. It was raining pretty heavily and she figured it would help with falling asleep. Gently she knocked on Tom's door and he opened it.

"I'm going to bed," she said. "I've turned everything off out here. I'll see you in the morning."

He hugged her. "You bet," he said. "Good night. I love you, little sister."

"I love you, too, big brother," she replied, and turned to her room.

Settling under the old quilt that her grandmother had made she listened to the sound of the rain hitting the roof and slowly drifted off to a deep sleep. She awoke before sunrise with a start, thinking she heard the sound of a car leaving. Getting out of the bed she went to Tom's room and found it empty. His bag was gone as well. On the kitchen table was a piece of paper with Tom's handwriting on it and five hundred dollars paper clipped to it. She put the overhead light on to read the note.

Lacey,

I'm going to the FBI with what I know. Hopefully, they believe me. I'm sorry for disappointing you and for running out before you got up but I was afraid if I saw you I would lose my nerve.

I'm glad Grandpa left you the house. You deserve it. You deserve so much.

I love you.

Tom

Stepping outside she walked across the damp grass to the garage and found it empty. He really had left and she suddenly felt sick, in a frightened sense. The padlock had been left open, with the key still in it, and she began to close the double doors when she heard a noise from inside. As quietly as possible she reopened one of the doors, stepped inside, and grabbed a shovel, holding it in both of her hands.

"Who's there?" she asked. "This is private property and you're trespassing. If you leave now I won't call the police."

Stepping further inside the dim interior she could feel her heart pounding. Then she saw him, a man moaning on the floor of the garage. He was a big man, dressed in jeans, boots, and wearing several layers of clothing as if he was cold, which he likely was as he was soaked. A back pack lay beside him. His long hair covered his face and he had several days beard growth on his face.

"Please," he said, raising his hand with his palm out. "I won't hurt you. I just needed a place to hide out of the rain until I got my strength back. I saw the man leave and he left the garage open. I didn't know you were here."

Slowly she approached him and kneeled down to see him better. She saw his leg was bleeding and that he had tied a belt on it to act as a tourniquet. His voice was soft and non-threatening. He moved his head and she saw a flash of blue eyes, the bluest eyes she had ever seen, even in the dim pre-dawn light.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"James," he said in that deceptively soft voice. "I just need to rest for a few hours then I'll be on my way."

She placed the shovel against the wall. "Come on, James," she said, offering her arms to him. "I have a first aid kit in the house. You need to get out of those wet clothes as well."

He began to protest but he saw the look on her face and he slowly got up, leaning on her as she helped him stand. His size surprised her. She guessed he was at least six feet tall but he seemed bigger with his broad shoulders. He grabbed his back pack with his left hand and put his right arm around her shoulder as she put hers around his waist. Slowly they walked out of the garage and into the house, where she helped him to the couch.

"I'm sorry to bother you but do you think I could have some water?" he asked politely, looking up at her with those blue eyes.

Lacey brought him a glass of water which he drained while she went to the bathroom, bringing out the first aid kit. He looked intently at her as she approached.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Lacey Williams," she replied. "I live here. The man was my brother, Tom. He's ... in trouble and is turning himself into the FBI. I'm guessing you're in trouble as well."

He smiled slightly and she saw a flash of white teeth. "Oh yeah," he replied. "Big trouble. That's how I got shot. Certain people want me back and I don't want to go back to doing what they made me do."

"Well, I'm not going to ask for details right now," she decided. "I'm going to have to rip your pants open to fix your leg. I can fix the pants but they need washing with all the blood that's on them. You could probably do with a shower as well ... no offence."

"None taken," he smiled again and she felt a sudden heat inside her at the sight of it. "If you help me to your bathroom, I can shower and remove the bullet myself. I've done it before. I'll take you up on washing my clothes, if that's not too much of an imposition. Then I'll be on my way."

"I have a robe you can wear," she offered. "It's old, belonged to my Grandpa. I keep it to remind me of him."

He nodded and she helped him to the bathroom, then brought the robe to him. "Thank you," he said softly, then he closed the door, opening it shortly after while wearing the robe. She saw a flash of something silver coloured and he changed his position, hiding his left hand from her. Handing her a bundle of clothing he nodded his thanks and closed the door. She heard the shower come on and she waited until it stopped before putting his clothes into the washer, not wanting to use up all the hot water. She looked down at herself and realized she was still wearing what she had worn to bed. She went in her room, locked the door and changed. There were no other sounds from the bathroom when she came out so Lacey began making some breakfast. Guessing he hadn't eaten for a while she made a lot and when he did come out in her Grandpa's robe his eyes widened at the spread she put out.

"I figured you were likely hungry," she said. "Go ahead. I don't mind. Did you get the bullet out?"

"Yes, I did," he answered as he sat at the table. "It will heal quickly."

She watched him as he ate. His long hair was slicked back over his ears, and she noticed that under the unshaven face he was really quite handsome. Even with just the robe on he was a big man; his broad shoulders and chest hinted at the muscular body she was sure was underneath. His manners were good. He commented on how tasty the food was and he was well on his way to eating all of it. She noticed he wore a glove on his left hand and stared at it for a bit drawing his notice.

"You're wondering about the glove," he said quietly. "I have an artificial arm and hand. It ... bothers some people."

"Why?" she asked. He stopped eating and for a moment she saw anxiety on his face. "I'm sorry. It's really none of my business."

"It's because of what I was," he finally said, after much deliberation. "What I was forced to do. The people who gave me this arm made it very distinctive, as a sort of calling card, I guess. It was supposed to make my targets afraid."

He had stopped eating and looked intensely at the surface of the table, as if he was afraid of revealing more. Lacey said nothing, but a thought had grown in her head and she took a deep breath. Was this soft spoken polite man really him?

"You're him," she said softly. "The assassin for HYDRA that everyone is looking for, Bucky Barnes."

The man still said nothing but his demeanour had changed to that of a man filled with regret and sadness. When he looked at Lacey she could see the pain in his eyes as he slowly nodded his head. "I meant what I said in the garage," he stated. "I'm not that man anymore and I won't hurt you. Once my clothes are clean I'll be out of here and you'll never see me again."

"Who shot you?" She had an idea but she wanted confirmation.

"HYDRA," he replied. "They're still looking for me, along with the CIA, who have shoot to kill orders on me. I was in New York, trying to find a ship to Europe I could stowaway on and they cornered me on the docks. I had to jump into the Hudson River and swim to Staten Island. It was a long way and cold but it was the only way to escape them in the dark. I made it, barely. I'll try to get on a ship in Philadelphia or Baltimore instead."

Lacey swallowed. It was November and this man had just told her he swam from New York to Staten Island with a bullet in his leg. He had said it so matter of factly that she had no doubt it was true. She tried to remember what she had read or seen on TV about Bucky Barnes. After Natasha Romanoff leaked HYDRA and SHIELD files there were investigative journalists who had been trying to find out more about this legendary assassin.

"You're really as old as they say you are?" she asked.

"I was born in 1917," he replied. "HYDRA kept me frozen between assignments so I barely aged. I'm still trying to sort out my memories from before but I remember a lot of what they did to me after the war. I wasn't a person to them. I was an ... asset, a weapon."

She began to gather the empty dishes from the table and he placed his right hand on one of hers. "Thank you for the meal," he said. "I hadn't eaten for some time. It will help my bullet wound heal faster."

His hand was hot, as if he had a fever and at first she was going to say something but she realized the heat was likely a byproduct of his treatment from HYDRA. It would explain how he could swim so far in cold water. She made an impulsive decision.

"You can stay for a while, Bucky," she offered, seeing him smile slightly as she used his name. "I have a spare room, although I'll have to change the sheets on the bed. This place is out of the way and no one should come looking for you here. I can check the internet and find a ship that's headed to Europe for you."

"Why would you do that for me?" he asked, puzzled. "You don't know me."

"Let's just say I empathize with your situation," she replied. "Everyone deserves a second chance. You're different than how they describe you."

"Okay," he agreed after being silent for some time. "Thank you, I'll stay for a while."

As she washed the dishes, he dried them and asked where they went. She put his washed clothes into the dryer and came back to see Bucky looking at the books on her shelf, holding one in his hand. He gestured to her Grandpa's LPs.

"You have some good music here," he noted.

She smiled and nodded her head. "They belonged to my Grandpa," she replied. "They kind of grew on me while I played them for him when he was dying."

Her face must have shown she was still grieving because he bowed his head slightly. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said. He raised the book he was holding. "You wrote this? Confessions of a Broken White Girl."

"My first," she replied. "It didn't sell a lot but it got some good reviews."

"Do you mind if I read it while I wait for my clothes to dry?"

"Go for it," she said, then headed outside to continue with the sanding of the window frames, tying the rag around her forehead again.

She sanded for some time then saw the flash of a silver hand reach for the sander and straightened up to see a fully dressed Bucky standing beside her. "I can do that for you," he offered. "It's a thankless job but my artificial hand can take more abuse than your hand can."

Handing him the sander she saw he was right. With his artificial hand he could put more pressure on it.

"Did you finish the book?" she asked.

"No, but I liked what I read of it," he said. "Reminded me a little of Virginia Woolf except for the fact she used stream of consciousness in her writing and yours was more straightforward."

"You've read Virginia Woolf?" she asked sceptically.

"I've read a lot," he replied. "I initially read some women writers to impress college girls before the war but I did get something out of it."

"You remember that?" Lacey said sarcastically. "What did you get out of it, sex?"

He laughed and his perfect smile was very prominent. "Touché," he said. "I'll admit that I had a bit of a reputation."

Lacey laughed as well. At least he was honest. He finished sanding all the windows and asked what he could do next. Before she could say he tensed and listened, tilting his head slightly.

"You have company," he said. "Several vehicles by the sounds of it. If you don't mind I'm going to make myself scarce but I'll be nearby. I just don't want to risk being caught."

"Go," she said decisively.

She turned towards the road and didn't even hear him leave. Picking up the hammer she started looking for loose nails on the railing and hammering them back in. About a minute after Bucky left three dark vehicles pulled up and several big men with dark suits and wearing sunglasses got out of each vehicle. As the others spread out over the property four approached her. One took his sunglasses off and showed her his ID.

"Lacey Williams?" he asked. "FBI. I'm Agent Dan Jones. Have you seen your brother Thomas recently?"

"He was here yesterday," she replied. "He stayed the night and left before I got up. He left me a note saying he was going to report to the FBI. What is this about?"

"May I see the note?" asked Agent Jones. "Please?"

She turned to go into the house and was aware that he and the other three men from his vehicle had followed her in. She had put the note on her desk and handed it to him. After he read it he looked at her again, then nodded at the other three who spread out.

"Now wait just a minute," she protested. "I've been truthful with you. If you're going to search my house I want to see a warrant."

He pulled a document out of his inner jacket pocket. "Did your brother say anything more?" he asked.

"I was going to tell you but this is bullshit," she said. "I'm calling a lawyer and I won't say anything until I speak to one."

"That is your right," he said. "Your brother is in a lot of trouble. There is a substantial amount of money missing and until we find your brother we're going to assume he stole it."

Lacey kept her face grim and dialled the lawyer who handled her grandfather's estate. When she explained what was happening he said he would be there right away. Fifteen minutes later the lawyer arrived and read over the warrant. Then he pulled Lacey into the bathroom. For a moment she panicked slightly when she saw the bullet and some bloody gauze from Bucky's wound in the small garbage can beside the sink. She blew her nose with a tissue and dropped it over the gauze.

"Did your brother say anything to you about the money?" asked the lawyer, drawing her attention.

"He said he was tricked into a money laundering scheme for the mob," she replied. "Then he said he transferred a large sum of money into a secret account so he could find the money trail. I told him to report it to the FBI and let them find the money trail. He left before I got up and wrote a note that he was going to the FBI with his story."

The lawyer took a deep breath. "If you want my advice I would tell them everything," he said. "If he's in trouble you need their help to get him out of it, especially if the mob is involved. If he's the one who is in the wrong, you need to distance yourself from him immediately."

Lacey swore, thought for a moment and made a decision. She left the bathroom and approached Agent Jones.

"My brother told me he was tricked into a money laundering scheme involving the mob," she said. "He admitted to transferring the money into a secret account in order to find the money trail. I have no idea of the account details. He said he would report to the FBI so that your forensic accountants could find the money trail. That's all I know. If he's being chased by the mob you need to find him first."

Jones looked grimly at her and took out his cell phone. "Put an APB out on Thomas Williams, as a material witness in a money laundering scheme," he said, then he paused. "Are you sure it's him? Okay, cancel the APB but I want his vehicle examined fully and the autopsy done as soon as possible." He hung up and looked at Lacey apologetically. "I'm sorry. Your brother was found dead in his car just half an hour ago. He had been shot in the head. It would appear that the mob found him before we did. I am sorry for your loss."

A roaring sound filled Lacey's ears and she stood there absorbing what Agent Jones had just told her. Tom, dead. She knew Jones was saying something to her but she had no idea what it was because the roaring sound blocked everything out. He looked at the lawyer, who helped her sit and kneeled in front of her.

"Lacey," he kept saying until she finally began to hear words again. "Lacey, did your brother say anything about the money laundering, what it involved?"

"No, except it was one of his colleagues that asked him to set it up," she said as she felt a lump begin to form in her throat. "He didn't say which one. I have to phone my mother."

"We already have two agents on their way to your mother's house," replied Jones. "We're going to finish searching your property and see if your brother left any clues here. Do you have someone who can stay with you?" She nodded, remembering Bucky was nearby. "Good. I would suggest you keep on the lookout for any strange vehicles or people that approach you or your property. If you do notice anything please call me directly. Whoever your brother crossed is going to want their money."

He handed her his card and she took it. Absently she sat on the couch for the next two hours, watching but not really observing the agents search the inside of her house. She did note they didn't go into the bathroom. When the FBI was finished with their search Agent Jones again expressed his sympathies. Then he ordered his men to leave and the lawyer went with them, leaving her alone with just the sound of the birds outside.

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acaplaya-musings · 2 months

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Voiceplay Visuals: Hoist The Colours

Oh boy, we're heading into the big ones now!

Hoist The Colours was uploaded on September 18, 2021, and features Jose Rosario Jr in his second collaboration with Voiceplay. This one stunned a lot of reactors (one of them, Dennis King of King Family Reacts, literally got up and left the room after the video was finished because he had been rendered speechless by it!), and the video currently sits at 4.6 million views (close to 4.7!) (EDIT/UPDATE: as of the night of the 8th of March, it's now at 4.7, close to 4.8!). So without further ado, let's get right into this one, and hope I don't have to start paying attention to my screenshot count!

Can you believe this was only Cesar's second (full-length) video as a full-time Voiceplay member? Because wow

(Also interestingly enough, Rick Underwood is credited with makeup in the video description (shoutout to Rick!) but no one is credited with costuming, so did everyone just acquire their outfits themselves or what?)

Geoff was in charge of the video creation for this one, as well as doing the arrangement, and he worked together with Eli for the lighting design, so big shoutout to Geoff! (And as always to Eli the lighting whiz)

OKAY a few things to talk about here

First of all, love the set design, it's like the Little Mermaid Medley but on steroids and more pirate themed! Also love the horn-playing skeleton on the left-hand side of the screen (took me a while to notice it ngl 😅)

And of course the outfits/costuming! I can't really think of a lot of things to say individually right now, but there was 100% a lot of thought and effort that went into the clothes (even if the description won't specify who acquired the clothes. I'm going to assume Geoff, since the overall video credit goes to him.)

Oh hey it's my blog banner/background, or close enough to it at least! (Hoist The Colours has a decent few very cool visual moments that are totally screencap-worthy, and of course that's what I'm here for - to point them out!)

Geoff may play the villain (or otherwise just-generally-creepy/spooky/scary guy) a lot in videos, but as of the last few years at least, Eli's often been looking like the one that you really don't wanna pick a fight with. (Also cool ring, and is that fake scar tissue on his head?)

This is a better shot of everyone's outfits actually. A few notes on everyone (except Eli, who I just talked about?)

Cesar: Very ghostly, especially with the cloudy contact lens in one eye. Love the white coat/jacket, and love the pop of colour with the red sash! Also what is he holding/shaking? I thought it was a set of old-fashioned keys, but it doesn't look like it.

Jose: The "captain" of this "motley crew", obviously. Cool coat, and love the sword.

Layne: Not too much going on with his outfit, relatively speaking, but I love the bit of eyeliner under his eyes, and the fake scar on his cheek! (Seriously Rick did a great job here, as he always does)

Geoff: Wearing at least two necklaces, and in true Geoff Castellucci fashion, he's got the top two buttons of his shirt undone (well, gotta show off those necklaces! 😉😁). ALSO, bonus thing that I literally only just realized after taking this screencap, is that Geoff has "VP" on his right arm, done in a way that makes it look like like scar tissue I believe.

That is seriously a very cool and very smooth transition. Who edited this? Was that Geoff too? (Also Crazy Eyes Layne!)

As I figured, one of the necklaces Geoff is wearing, the gold one, is for costume purposes, and the other one, the silver one with the diamond-shaped pendant, is the necklace from Kathy that Geoff basically never takes off (bless him <3 )

I think Cesar's holding old-fashioned shackles/handcuffs or something?

Hang on that skeleton on the left lost his little horn/trumpet and got stabbed?? 😅😂

Yeah Layne had fun in this one I can tell 😁 (also his vest is more detailed than first appears! Very nice!)

What a really freaking awesome shot/moment. In terms of "money shots", these two might in fact be two of the most awesome stills from any Voiceplay video ever (or so far, anyway).

He's got charisma, I'll give him that (also cool necklace!)

How are they just an independent acapella group that make YouTube videos that we can all watch for free? Like seriously, this is top tier stuff (both in terms of the video and the song cover itself), but this wasn't even Voiceplay at their peak! Voiceplay doesn't have a peak! They don't stick to a lane, they take "risks", they get creative, they will sing pretty much anything, and it works

Voiceplay says in the description "we may have gotten a little carried away with this one", but honestly would it really be Voiceplay if they didn't?

Anyway, I've got many more awesome videos ahead of me to write about, so stay tuned!

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strawberry--bride · 9 months

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The results are in!

// Yesterday I posted a poll where you guys could vote on which DL boy you would ship with Sharon and these are the results...

In last place ーー Laito and Kino with 0%

Laito I can understand but honestly I kind of enjoyed the few Sharon and Kino interactions I've had on this blog. 🙈 While Kino would obviously abuse her kindness, I also think their dynamic is kinda cute idk??? Is it just me???

In fifth place are the Tsukinami brothers, Ruki and Kou with 1.6% each.

Sharon has had a few cute interactions with Shin, but I haven't interacted too much with Carla, Ruki or Kou muses. And if Sharon did interact with Kou, it was also under the presumption that she's already dating Subaru.

In fourth place are Reiji and Azusa with 4.7% each.

Reiji is too strict/serious for Sharon imo, but I think she pairs up quite nicely with Azusa? Although I don't necessarily see their relationship as a romantic one, but more so Sharon acting as a caring, older sister.

Third place goes to Yuma and Kanato with 7.8% each.

Okay, I know, I know. Sharon and Kanato look really nice aesthetically since they're both small and like to wear a lot of pastel colors. But let's the real, she would probably not survive very long around Kanato. She might survive a couple of weeks by bribing him with sweets but then it's game over for her lol.

As for Yuma, that's totally my go-to ship for Sharon when it comes to the Mukami's. I absolutely love the farmer boy x foodie girl dynamic. uwu Also the height difference is an added plus!

In second place we have another tie between Shuu and Ayato with 10.9%.

Shuuron was the OG ship of this blog so that one's hardly surprising to me. I think Sharon would be a nice fit for him too with how caring she is. (Also have you seen those thighs? A++ lap pillow material right there)

Ayato is the real shocker. I know he's a boobs guy and Sharon does not lack in the chest department, but I have barely interacted with Ayato muses. I'm honestly not sure if I can see them together but you guys clearly think there's potential. :p

And in first place - by a landslide - we have Subaron reigning supreme with 48.4%

I guess you guys love this ship just as much as I do. uwu While I don't rule out the possibility of shipping Sharon with one of the other boys, or even an OC, my go-to partner for her will always be Subaru.

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"You're not a good idea"

WC: 4.7 k

A/N: WHOOO fic req done! I cried multiple times while writing this soo.. Yeah! Please enjoy i poured my whole soul into this.

Warnings: Blood/gore, death, starving mentions, violence, kidnapping, mentions of selling people, all the teen wolf stuff, mentions of scars

Quote: "Do I look dead?"

Theo was stumbling around a party. His head was spinning with the sound of the loud music and what Liam– what had Liam said? Theo mumbled to himself before holding his head in his hands trying to get it to stop spinning. Suddenly a new noise filled his ears, laughing. Low, loud, laughing. It haunted his thoughts, his very head echoed with that noise.

Theo leaned back against the wall, pushing his feet forward to meet the wall opposite of him, keeping him (somewhat) upright. The smell finally caught his attention behind the blurr haze of his thoughts, Wolfsbane.

"Oh Theo.." A female's voice was now haunting his head. He rolled his head back in pain. "Such a pretty face–" A cold blade made his skin light up with goosebumps as it met his warm chin, slowly trailing down to meet his adams apple. "just to go to waste!"

Theo rolled his head back to look at the girl, her off hand gently guiding him as it took hold of his chin. Through the haze of wolfsbane poisoning he could make out her face. The sickening smug smile that lined her face. He let out a soft growl, his throat rumbling against her blade.

She laughed softly at his poor excuse of a growl. His teeth slowly slipped out, sharpening. They only got about half way before retracting. He couldn't physically do it. "God, you are a poor excuse for a Chimera. Really Theo? I expected more of a fight." She smiled evilly.

"The Theodore Carl Raeken can't even raise his fist?" A new voice joined the echoes of his brain. Making his head spin harshly. He tried to blink the pain from his head.

In a few moments the world around him was gone. Blackness overtook him. He slipped into an unconscious state.

—

Theo woke up in what felt like hell. He gave a small tug of one of his wrists, trying to rub his temples just to be met with a burning sensation. He spun his head to see what was restricting him, silver chains. He let out a hiss as it dug into his skin.

He growled softly, his vision slowly clearing of the fog that haunted him hours prior.

Slowly he could make out bodies. At least a dozen. He could make out two moving with heavy breaths and loud growls of triumph and pain. He growled, pulling at the restraints.

"Don't try." A new voice filled his ears. He could see his vision blur slightly just at the noise. "I've been here for hours, no hope." The male's voice was soft and sounded painful.

"Where–" Theo couldn't even get a sentence out.

"Don't ask, nobody knows." A little girl's voice this time. He couldn't make out from where but she was there. He gasped softly as pain throbbed through his chest.

He let out a loud cough, spitting out blood. Theo wheezed slightly, tilting his head up to keep himself from coughing anymore up. He gave one tug of both wrists only to let out a pained grunt.

"Kid, stop. It's not going to work. Trust me." The same male's voice filled his ears. His head throbbed. It felt like he'd been hit with a medal bat five times over.

"No, no. I have to get out. Now. I have places to be. People to protect. You can't fucking give up that easily." Theo spat. His voice hitched in his throat. The thought of Liam, alone, in the goddamned dark. It was not the most lovely thing to think of. He'd promise Liam he'd be home before sun up. He was 99 percent sure it was past sun up.

He growled softly and tugged on the chains again. No luck. Fuck.

—

Liam had waited. Six long hours. He was pacing outside of his apartment complex. Mason was speaking but he couldn't make out a single word. Suddenly there was a hand on both of his shoulders. Kira.

"Calm down, it's okay. Derek just has to wake Scott up. It's going to be okay." Kira tried to speak nicely. It was not very nice to say the least.

Corey sighed softly and rocked on his feet. "Kira, leave him be." Mason spoke softly. Trying not to piss anyone off more than they already were. "There's Scott. We're going to find him." Mason reassured, not even believing himself at this point.

"Everyone calm down, for God's sake." Derek sighed. "Come on guys. Let's split up." Derek explained. Quickly counting people out.

"And, don't make any rash decisions." Lydia warned, her hand meeting Liam's lower back. Liam crossed his arms across his chest. "Please." Lydia spoke gently.

Liam mumbled to himself before just storming off. He didn't even stop when he heard his name being called by multiple voices. All his head was filled with Theo's sweet voice. His beautiful face, his amazing hugs, his—

"Liam." It was Derek's firm voice. "You're not going alone." He grabbed him by his collar. Tugging him back, he fell with a loud thud.

Malia stood over him. A huge smile painted her face while Derek just looked pissed off. "And, we have the keys!" She quickly opened her fist, the keys falling out of her hand onto Liam's chest.

"Where'd you even get those?" Liam growled, his eyes flickered similar to a light that's bulb is dying. Derek offered a hand.

"Your anger is clouding your judgement and your mind." Derek growled at him.

"And, to be fully honest, it's starting to make me mad." Malia rolled her eyes. Liam took Derek's hand and pulled himself up. Malia dusted off his back.

Liam sighed before continuing to walk to Theo's abandoned truck. The moment his hand met the handle he heard the door click shut.

Liam looked over his shoulder, a small growl rumbling in his throat. "Your ass is not driving." Derek glared at him. Liam looked down at the keys in his hand then back at Derek. No car key.

"Fucking hell man." Liam spat. He tossed the keys back at Derek, irritated. Derek unlocked the car and before Malia opened the passenger door he spoke. "I call shotgun." He smirked, his anger fading slightly. It was clouding over his thoughts like mist just before a rainstorm, his small jokes were the light peaking through, denying the rain that Liam knew would inevitably happen. Malia flipped him off before getting in the backseat. Liam stuck his tongue out and got into the passenger's seat. Derek pushed the key into the ignition while closing his door. Liam let out a soft sigh. Theo would always close his door for him while saying 'Watch your feet, wouldn't want my prince getting hurt'. The small memory made Liam laugh.

"Close th–" Before Malia could finish Derek put his hand up. Making her stop mid sentence. Liams small laughs turned into quiet sobs.

Derek reached over and closed the door before grabbing onto one of Liam's shoulders. He wasn't exactly the best at comforting but he knew Liam needed someone.

"He's not gone." Malia assured. Derek looked back at her with a look of 'thank you' then back at Liam, nodding. "And we're going to find him. No matter what." Malia smiled softly.

"Promise?" Liam looked at Derek then back at Malia.

"Promise." Derek spoke firmly. Gently squeezing Liam's shoulder.

"Yep! Promise! Pinky promise even." Malia smiled back at him.

—

It had been a few hours of just driving until Derek stopped the truck to fill it up with gas. Once he'd filled the tank he and Malia had gone inside the small market. Liam climbed over into the driver's seat.

Liam's mind had been clouded by anger. He couldn't take it anymore. Derek had unknowingly left the keys in the ignition. He quickly turned them, pushed the car into gear. He set his hands on top of the wheel. He was done waiting. He was done being told this was all they could do.

Liam pushed his foot onto the gas. He pulled out of the parking lot. This was his final straw. Derek wasn't going to stop him any longer. Any hope he had was drowned out by his anger. Every thought that seemed at all reasonable had left. He squeezed the wheel letting out a sigh. He looked in the rearview mirror to see Derek and Malia exiting the shop. He pushed the gas pedal down.

He pulled out onto the road and drove off.

Liam turned on the radio. It filled the silence and eased his discomfort. He'd just left two of his best friend's on the road. Liam let out a frustrated sigh. The radio seemed to just be white noise as he focused on the dark road in front of him. He pulled one of his hands off the wheel to turn the headlights on. His lights hit a shadow.

He floored the brakes to the point it made an audible thud. He skitted forward in his seat. He took a deep breath. It was a moose, stopped in the middle of the road. Liam pushed down on the middle of the wheel causing a loud honk to erupt from the car. The Moose made a low, sad noise. Liam stopped the car, leaving the internal lights on briefly so he could reach into the backseat and pulled out a lantern Theo always kept on hand.

He climbed out of the driver's seat and into the road. Liam walked up to the creature, his hand grazing over its side, it didn't even flinch away from his gentle touch. Liam felt the sadness coming off of it. He directed his gaze to where the sad animal was looking. A small moving shape caught the light.

Liam stepped towards it. It was on the other side of the road. Whatever it was, it had been hit. He leaned down beside it grazing his hand along the top of its down to its nose. It was a smaller moose. Too young to be dying. Liam let out a painful sigh. He grazed his hand across its side until it hit something abnormal. A bullet wound.

Just as the realization hit a gunshot rung through his ears. Making his thoughts pause. It was as if the whole world stopped around him. The gunshot was soon followed by a loud noise that came from the moose then a thud. The smell of silver and wolfsbane lingered in the air. 'Shit.' Liam mumbled.

He closed the lantern shut and rolled onto the ground beside the dying animal. He heard a low male voice as whoever it was approached the truck he'd just abandoned in the middle of the road. "Just a moose." He hissed. The man used his flashlight to quickly check the area. The light grazed over Liam. He was safe.

Liam's thought about being safe was quickly ruined. "Ah, there's the wolf himself." A new voice joined his ears. Liam sat up. He was on his feet in seconds.

"You're quite pretty yourself." A female joined the other two. He recognized her face. It was hard to tell who… maybe Allison? That didn't seem right. "I see why Theo picked you." She laughed softly.

Her sadistic laugh made Liam want to throw up. It was taunting him. "Kate." He mumbled as the realization hit him. A small gasp escaped his mouth. "You're dead." He stated bluntly.

"Do I look dead?" She cocked her head to the side, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Well no— but that's beside the point." Liam growled. His eyes lit up. His anger was done being pushed down. Liam's fangs slowly slid out. "Where the hell is Theo? What have you done with him?" Liam took a step forward.

His boldness was met with the noise of a gun cocking.

"It didn't have to end this way." Kat shook her head, clicking her tongue slightly.

"Oh yes it did." A new voice filled Liam's ears. He spun around to see a blue jeep, and a sign of headlights following the jeep. Scott.

—

Theo was exhausted. He hadn't eaten in what felt like years. The air around him was laced with sickness and wolfsbane. The man who was formally beside had been taken and killed. His spot was filled by what Theo assumed was a thirteen year old. He was shaken and could barely breathe.

Thel rolled his head back in defeat. He wanted to help the kid. Really. But the sound of his wheezes made Theo lose hope. The door opened, light flooding the room.

"Well hello there." A male voice filled the room, echoing slightly. The sounds of mumbling and even breathing had silenced. The only noise now was the boy's coughing. "Having issues, are we?" The man teased the boy.

"Fuck off old man." Theo growled. The man's head quickly cocked to the side, his gaze resting on Theo. "The poor kid might as well be dying and all you're fucking doing is pushing him." Theo was flat out.

There was a small gasp from someone in the small room. The girl beside him spoke up. "Yeah! We're starving too. The least you could do is feed us. If your plan here is to sell us you might as well make us well fed." She paused to catch her breath and regain her pride. "And for fucks sake! Get the kid some help!" Her small voice was all it took for mumbles of agreement.

The light hit her just right for Theo to realize what she was, a wendigo. The boy beside him hissed softly, canima. It slowly hit Theo that this wasn't just werewolves. It was every were-creature in a few mile radius. His friends had gone under the radar due to how much supernatural activity Beacon Hills had nowadays. Theo growled.

A gunshot filled the room followed by a groan. Theo's eyes darted to the girl beside him. She was bleeding and at this point, dead. He gasped softly.

"What the hell?!" The boy shrieked. The man blew the smoke off the tip of his gun. Theo's growling grew.

The boy was full on sobbing. Theo had to admit he had started to cry softly too. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Anger filled his gaze. "She was just a kid." Theo choked out. "She was just a goddamned kid!" He repeated. Theo had lost everything he had and more. He had gotten to know the girl. She had a little sister who she'd been hiding. Her name was Amanda. The small kid she'd been protecting was named Gabby.

"She's just a kid!!" The man mocked. His voice was high with annoyance. "And so was I! But you don't see me fucking complaing." He pulled his sleeve up, showing huge burn marks all up his arm.

"Fuck you!" The boy cried.

"Fuck you too, little boy. And fuck your family too, oh, thats right. They're fucking dead! Oh and guess who killed them—" The man frowned mockingly before pointing his thumbs at himself. "I did!" He started laughing.

"You're fucking sick." Theo growled.

The man looked at him, his finger meeting his chin. He pushed Theo's face up to look at him. "Oh but so are you." He smirked.

Theo pulled his head away and the man just sighed at him before his phone went off. He stood up straight.

Theo looked at the boy, ignoring the man until his loud voice filled Theo's ears again. "Oh! And guess what!" He spoke cheerfully, like a kid getting a president they always wanted on Christmas. "They just found your precious Liam."

—

Liam growled softly. His ears were filled with the sound of a gun shooting right behind him. He ducked quickly.

"How'd you find me?" Liam asked as Scott ran up behind him, grabbing the guy with the gun by his shirt collar.

"I'd ask Chris." He spoke quickly and flatly. Liam nodded and ducked as a knife grazed over his head. He quickly bit the girl in her thigh. She screamed in pain and anger. He let go and kicked her in the stomach, making her fall to the floor.

"I wouldn't worry too much. My bite won't infect you." Liam growled, a smirk playing at his lips. He gave her a quick kick to the head making her go unconscious.

Liam ducked his way through the fighting to find Chris pinned to Theo's jeep. Liam wrapped his arm around the woman's neck and pulled her back, he heard the snap of her neck and he let her body fall to the ground. "Getting used to the whole murderer thing?" Chris asked, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"Not one bit."

Chris laughed before setting the barrel of his gun on Liam's shoulder. He pulled back on the trigger. The bullet met a man in the back.

"How'd you find me?" Liam asked quickly. Chris directed his hand at the truck.

"Tracker."

"Damn you, Argent."

"Smart idea, huh?"

"It just saved my ass so I'll give it that."

Suddenly there was a small noise of Hayden clearing her throat. "You two going to talk or help us?" She looked at Liam, her eyes narrowing. "You got us into this mess. Now help us get out of it." Liam nodded.

"Is that Kate?" He heard Brett's voice as he was forced back against the truck.

"In the fucking flesh." Liam hissed.

"What's the plan here?" Brett asked quickly, his voice filled with concern.

"We need to get a walky talky. Then I'll take you and Chris—" Liam nodded to the older man who was shooting at people just behind the two. Brett leaned back slightly to look at him, he raised an eyebrow with a look of 'really?' on his face. "To find Theo. We can trace them back by foot prints and scent. Then we get Theo and get the hell out of here."

Brett looked concerned. "Liam, we're going to need to stay here and figure out what the fuck is going on." It was Noah's voice. A voice he didn't think he'd hear until they were back at the police station and he was being lectured.

"I'll drive the truck to wherever Theo is and I'll get him out of here. I trust you've got the rest covered?" Liam looked at Noah then back at the fight. Noah nodded.

Liam snuck past the fight into the forest. He was met with two hands around his neck, slightly squeezing. He let out a loud gasp. Slowly Liam's feet left the ground. His brain was filled with panic. The world around him just went blurry after a minute or so. He was dropped quickly, his knees scraping against the ground, tearing his favorite jeans.

"Jesus Christ, Liam. You can't take care of yourself, can you?" The voice was just mixed in with his thoughts. At first he didn't even know if it was real.

It was Brett. He pulled him to his feet. Dusting off his back roughly. "Alright." Chris' voice made Liam jump. He looked to the side to see Chris holding the man that had attacked Liam at gunpoint. Liam nodded and let Chris go first.

"Just… don't do anything too drastic when we get there. Okay?" Brett glared at Liam.

"Okay okay."

—

Theo was half dead at this point. Well. It felt that way at least. He'd been shot dead in the chest. Silver bullet. It had missed anything too vital but he was bleeding out. He was in and out of consciousness.

"Theo come on!" The boy beside him begged. He'd managed to get one of his hands free and was working on his other one. The boy had dislocated his thumb and put it back into place with ease, this was clearly not his first time in handcuffs, or anything of the sort.

Theo gasped softly as the pain in his chest got worse. There was a soft clang. The boy got his other hand free.

"Okay. Okay. It's okay. I'm here." The boy reassured. Theo shifted slightly, pain shocking his whole chest again.

"Yeah no, not happening." Theo mumbled. The boy sighed. "Speaking of–" Theo pushed himself into a better sitting position. "I never got your name. And seeing as I'm probably dying, I'd like to know your name." Theo smiled as nicely as he could. He growled softly, pain shocking him again.

The boy's hand moved out of Theo's view. He could hear the boy tugging on the collar stuck around his neck. He heard it break with a snap. "Jason." He spoke softly. "And you are?"

"Theo. Theo Raeken." He smiled weakly. The boy slipped his sweater off and folded it over Theo's wound, pushing it down softly. It earned a groan of pain from Theo that turned into a growl.

Theo sighed softly. The kid was trying his hardest. Jason's sweater had absorbed enough blood to make the kid's hands get covered in blood.

The light was now hitting the boy's face just right. Theo could make out his features now. He had light blue, almost white eyes, clouded with worry and the horrors of the boy's past. His hair was blonde, like hay, it seemed to have a very strawy texture too. He had olive skin with small freckles dotting his face and arms. Small scars made his wrists look rugged.

Suddenly one of Jason's hands met Theo's upper arm. He could feel some of his pain fading as the boy's veins light up with black and bubbled a bit. As the kid saw Theo's body rest slightly he smiled, tears lighting up his eyes. "First time?" Theo smiled, tilting his head to the side. Jason nodded. "Don't worry. Almost everyone cries their first time. You're helping, really."

The boy nodded, shaking his head to make himself stop crying. Theo tensed up again as the boy's hand returned to his chest again. "I'm not losing you, Mr. Raeken." Jason said in a determined voice.

"Just until Liam saves us." Theo mumbled softly. If Liam ever did save them. Let alone find them.

Jason tilted his head to the side. "Who's Liam?" He asked in a soft voice. Theo in response smiled and put his arm up, indicating Jason to sit beside him. He crawled over and laid his head on Theo's shoulder. Jason looked at Theo excited.

"Liam is my mate." Theo explained. "God, he's amazing. He's a werewolf."

"He's a he?" Jason looked confused.

"Yes, he's a he." Theo laughed softly.

Jason looked amazed. "You can do that?!"

"Do what?"

"Date another guy?"

"Yeah, you can do a hell of a lot, bud."

"I thought you had a lady friend."

"Why?"

"You have this feminine scent on you!"

Theo paused. He took a deep breath. Jason looked confused. "Liam was a girl, now he's a guy." Theo said softly.

"You can do that too!?" Jason just looked amazed.

"Yep."

"What about… male to female?"

"That exists too."

"Woahhh!" Jason smiled brightly. Theo felt horrible. This kid hadn't been hit by the hard truth of the world around him. Theo sighed softly. "What else can you do?" Jason pushed.

"Why don't you sleep then I'll tell you when you're awake, okay?" Theo suggested softly. He was way too exhausted to explain it right now as is. Jason nodded, yawning.

Within a few minutes Theo's ears were filled with the soft snores of the small boy. Theo grumbled as pain filled his chest again.

Theo set his head back and sat in silence. He was exhausted. This wasn't the best way to die by any means but he made a kid happy and that's all he needed to be satisfied in that moment.

He closed his eyes and sleep consumed his mind, making the world seemingly darken further around him.

—

Theo must have been asleep for at least an hour before he was abruptly awoken. It was hard to tell what had woken him up until it rang in his ears again. A howl. And one he recognized. Liam's. Followed by another, Brett. Theo's sudden alertness woke up Jason who looked concerned, but mostly exhausted.

"Wh–" Theo cut him off with a shushing noise.

Theo howled back, his voice breaking half way through. They were being rescued.

Theo looked at Jason who was worried. "That's Liam. And Brett." Theo explained. He gave a small tug on the chains.

Jason looked scared now.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they have a plan to get everyone out and safe." Theo soothed. Jason looked even more scared.

"What if they put me in the foster care system!" He shrieked. Theo took a deep breath.

He looked at the door then back at the boy. "They have a plan and it will go well. Promise." Theo tried his best to reassure the boy.

The door swung open and Theo's eyes were assaulted by the light of a flashlight and the barrel of a gun.

"Theo?" It was Chris' voice. Thank god.

"Yeah, old man?" Theo laughed softly. Chris lowered his gun before leaning back out of the hallway and whistling. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and tossed it to Theo. Theo unlocked himself quickly. He stood up, unsteady. He was too focused on keeping up right; he didn't notice Liam until he crashed into him with a hug.

Liam pushed small kisses into Theo's neck. Theo wrapped his arms around Liam weakly. Using him to keep himself upright. Theo kissed his head softly. Liam looked up at him and kissed him. Theo kissed back, tears forming in his eyes. There was an audible 'blegh' from Jason while he helped Chris unlock the other supernatural creatures around them. Liam pulled away, he was full on sobbing.

"You're alive." Liam spoke softly. Theo kissed Liam's tears away. Missing the smell of the boy. He missed everything about Liam.

Theo laughed softly. "Barley." He then looked at Jason who was coughing.

Liam sighed softly "The word hope really isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" He huffed.

"You are my hope." Theo smiled weakly. Liam sighed softly and looked to Chris then at Jason, then finally back at Theo.

Brett walked into the room and tossed Liam Theo's keyes. Liam caught them and put one of Theo's arms over his shoulders. Brett got on the other side and did the same. It was a long and quite dizzying walk to where Brett parked his truck.

Liam helped Theo into the backseat, throwing a blanket over him before closing the door and climbing into the driver's seat.

—

Theo must have fallen asleep. He woke up to the truck stopping. The sun was slowly rising as Liam climbed in the backseat pulling a first aid kit from under the seat. Theo pushed himself up, his back against the door.

Liam climbed into his lap and pulled Theo's bloodied shirt off, tossing it into the passenger's seat.

Theo laughed softly, pain filling his whole chest as he did so. "Stop laughing and let me help you." Liam growled.

He pulled out tweezers and looked at Theo with a look of 'ready?' Theo was not ready. At all. But he nodded. Liam did not have steady hands as is but he tried his best not to hurt Theo while he pulled the bullet out of his chest. Theo gasped softly.

"Shit." Liam cursed. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry." He frowned and kissed Theo on the lips before pulling away quickly.

Theo smiled softly at him. "It's okay– ow!?" Theo hissed as Liam started stitching him up. "No warning?" Theo hissed.

Liam shook his head, once he'd finished stitching Theo up he bandaged his chest. Liam pushed a kiss to Theo's lips, Theo's slipped onto Liam's hips. Liam smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Theo's neck.

Liam had to pull away to catch his breath. "God I missed this." Liam smiled, his hands tracing up Theo's neck into his hair as he messed with it. Theo laughed softly, a blush dusting his toned cheeks.

"I missed you more than anything, babe." Theo smiled.

Liam chuckled and reached behind him to open the cooler. He pulled out a bag of chocolate and right as Theo went to speak again he pushed a chocolate into his mouth. Theo laughed softly.

"Shut up and eat the goddamned chocolate." Liam huffed. The small pout on his face made Theo laugh more. "Shut up!" Liam spat.

There was a loud knock on the window behind Liam. He turned around to see Derek. Liam rolled his eyes and turned back to Theo. He kissed himself softly.

"I love you." Liam smiled.

Theo laughed softly. "I love you too."

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sincerelylea · 1 year

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"Hell's Comin With Me" by Poor Mans Poison + one of the boys - author's pick :3

hola. i love this. straight up had a blast with this prompt.

this is very canon-compliant i'd say. i follow the episodes to a T nearly, sorry if you don't like that. i just had this idea and i couldn't shake it.

tw: heavy angst, graphic blood mentions, codependancy kinda, some spicy themes for a moment but it's brief.

this will include post hell dean and demon dean. also 4.7 k word count.

truly enjoy it.

dean winchester. i am the devil you forgot.

he came back without so much as a chip off his shoulder. hungry, thirsty, prepared for the reality of facing his family to see what they’d become since his time apart. looking into his face again felt like holy oil was poured down your back and set alight; a part of you knew you’d see him again, by some grace of god or what have you. yet when he knocked on that motel room door and he stood before sam, thunder went off inside you. the impossible was impossible for the winchesters. you knew this well but to see it face you after months of grieving and nonstop work to rid your mind of your pain, it seemed unreal.

he was different from the start,but he never addressed it. brushed it off, locked it in a box and buried it beneath the earth so deep you thought you’d never live to see the day where he spoke about it. sam was itching to get it out of him; as were you just to hear what he went through down there so as to help him. you loved him. you’d pick up his broken pieces shard by shard and mend them back together by the glue of your hands, didn’t matter if you had your own shattered pieces on the floor. dean would never let you do it. he was too stubborn to talk, to let the weight off and let someone carry the other half.

no, instead he smiled and joked over the rims of his beers, ate cheeseburgers like his life depended on it, and shrugged off the memory when asked by sam.

“i don’t remember it.” he’d say. his eyes would shine forest green, look between sam’s as if he was searching in his brother’s eyes if that reply was enough to put it to rest. because that’s what he needed so badly. was to forget. to put it away.

because if he talked about it - then it was all true.

sam closes the door to the chamber with his good hand, leaving in there dean, who sits tied to a chair in a red button down and a thirst for killing. he had an image in his brain then, what color yours and sam’s blood would be on the wall when he’d inevitably paint it later. when the silence of the chamber swallows him up to leave him on that chair tied and bound, he clenches his jaw in thought.

for now he’d let sam and you mull it over. that this is how it was now. he knew you two would never let up, but the idea of you squirming in grief of loosing him again makes him grin. if only to see you both suffer, to see you be the prey, it’d be worth it.

he’s got so much evil in him it’s seeping from his pores - it almost washes over him, warm, powerful.

you hear sam’s footsteps before you see him. he’s got a sam kind of look on his face, the one with the soft melted brow - distraught and concerned and aching just to fix the situation already. he sees you, sitting on dean’s bed with the covers half-hazardly spread. a lazy attempt at making it on dean’s part. and in your hands rest photos.

his brow quirks, he takes a few steps to sit beside you.

you don’t look at him, didn’t have any intentions of speaking until the words just came out anyway.

“it’s us.” you say with a sad smile just in the corner of your mouth. you offer the photos and sam takes them gingerly, looking over them in a soft glazed gaze. he shuffles through them gently, ones of dean and mary, of dean and sam, and ones of him and you. smiley, laughing, whiskey at the table as you sit on his lap and make an obnoxiously big smile just to get on his nerves a bit.

your head softly leans against his wide shoulders, eyes closed - glossy though hiding it for a moment as he still looks over the photos. you tuck your hands folded between your legs, finding solace in touch. “we have to bring him back, sam.”

“we will. we’ll bring him back. i’ll make sure of it.”

then you hear a door slam open.

you got your own motel room tonight to share with him. and you pushed for it so you could have some privacy with him to finally get him to crack. maybe that was harsh; you’re beating yourself up on the walk to your room instead.

you longed to have that kind of intimacy with him again. the kind where he wasn’t afraid to get emotional when talking about his fucked up childhood or the kind where he wasn’t afraid to spill anything or everything. you just wanted to hear him speak - it was tearing you up inside to think you couldn’t help him or that you weren’t offering the grounds in which he felt comfortable enough to open up.

because you knew he was hiding something. and you had a feeling of what it was about. you saw it in how his eyes would glaze over sometimes, he’d get lost in thought on the road and sam would snap him out of it.

you lean in to kiss him after you shower. gently, only with the intention of sharing your love in a kind of way that couldn’t be spoken. he meets you back tenderly, resting his forehead against your own when you part. your hand slides up his chest, resting to cup the side of his neck. his own runs up your leg, resting warmly on your waist as you kiss his mouth open - lost and drunk on the feeling and taste of the man you’d grieved for and loved so damn bad.

when you lift onto your knees he pauses and parts - “wait, wait, wait-” his palm rests on your chest above your heart, the other cradling your jaw. you stop, your touch on him returns lighter, you sit back on your legs and part to look at him with concerned searching eyes over his face.

“what’s wrong- i’m sorry-” your head shakes and he does the same. it’s hard for him to look at you, because if he does he’s afraid of crying and he hates doing that in front of you.

“no it’s-it’s not… it’s not you.” he rests defeated, looking into your face now. his hands fall to your shoulders and squeeze them before his thumbs soothe over your skin. you wish he wouldn’t try to comfort you right now.

your hands hold his face gingerly, swiping over his scruff and under his watery eyes. the corners of his mouth tighten. “i-i can’t…i’m sorry.”

“don’t-” you shake your head. your eyes are melty like butter, brow too. dean looks into that softness in your face and the way you look at him and it makes him sick with the memories of hellfire. “don’t ever apologize to me for that, okay?”

you force a smile to comfort him, your eyes match his own in watery-ness and you nod as if you don’t feel like crumbling in front of the broken man.

“hey,” he’s going in to try and comfort your tears as if he isn’t in the same boat as you right now and you shake your head.

“no you can’t… you can’t right now. don’t comfort me, it’s you who needs it.” you remove your hands from his face and wipe at your own. he doesn’t listen, moving your hands aside to brush the few hot tears rolling down your cheeks.

“why’re you cryin, sweetheart?”

“because this happened to you. and i want to fix it.”

“where are you, lovebug?” he calls out in a sing-song voice. that sound bounces off the concrete walls heavy, rings out like an organ in a church. meanwhile, sam’s flat along the wall of a neighboring hallways to the voice, you beside him, with his hand on your arm as you mimicked his movement. you round the doorway at the end of the hallway to be met with a flight of stairs as a door slams too close for comfort.

not many words were shared with sam in that moment if any. his eyes widen so big, jaw slack as he breathed in hushed breaths; ears steering clear for any sounds that might alert where dean was in that very moment.

he escaped. was the first alarm bell sounding off in your head as you sat on dean’s bed with sam. of course he’d escaped. he’d become america’s most wanted right now in a few hours if he so pleased.

doors open, you keep flat feel as you roll through your steps to minimize sound. if you’re breathing you don’t notice, for it’s fallen silent.

every one of his footsteps sends an ice bath of chills over the top of your head; and your heart fell so fast and hard you were positive it was in your ass.

you loved dean for so many years, knew him like the back of your hand, and when you kept close to sam taking those weary steps to keep out of dean’s sight you realized just how far this being was from him. he was nothing like him. this was a creature - the kind that sliver through the night, that raise goosebumps on your skin and keep your eyes open under your covers. the kind that leave you a shrivel of fear in the wake of what you used to be.

he truly was evil incarnate. existing to ride and thrive off of your pain - your fear.

you’d hate to admit it was working. but he knew that already. you knew he did.

not to mention the sound of his voice. it was using dean’s body but it wasn’t him. wasn’t his. he twisted and mangled it in his own way and when it left his lips it was dripping in this venom that soaked to the floor and burned in the walls like acid. he was rancid. a menace.

forget every other demon you’ve faced. what they’d ever done to you or seen them done to others. this was sinful. sin in it’s purest form.

and that’s why you had to get him back.

sam moves from behind a ledge in the main room of the bunker, shooting a look at you to follow him without having to speak and make that noise. he gingerly opens the drawer at the work bench, wraps his hand around the set of keys sitting stop other tools, making every movement silently so as not to draw attention to the beast lurking in your halls.

you watch him and pray he doesn’t make noise with every stretch of his fingers and every step he takes to follow another hallway down into the depths; with you just at his tail.

“come on y’all.” it’s gruff when it leaves his throat, you’re far enough away to keep moving. “don’t you wanna kick back? spend a little quality time?”

keep moving. just behind sam. your years of hunting and being raised like a machine couldn’t fail you like this. couldn’t fail sam like this. couldn’t fail dean like this.

“i know you miss that quality time, don’t you sugar?”

you close your eyes tight, but keep walking. you know sam has a destination in mind and you’re meeting his pace with a hand hovering over your holster. in truth you didn’t know what the reality of what he was capable of. every hair on your body stands on edge, even your knees feel weak and head still spinning.

he was quiet that night. it was him who asked the motel concierge for two separate rooms with a gruff in his voice and sadness in his eyes. sam looked at you with eyes that spoke a million words, you nod to him when you know dean isn’t paying attention. you’d take care of him. you always would. it was your job to see this through, to help him heal when he couldn’t do it himself. you follow him to the motel room door just next to sam’s and you squeeze sam’s arm just before you part, reassuring him that his brother was in safe hands. not that sam had any doubt anyway.

he pushes the door open with a pained expression, almost like it was too much for him to handle. you follow shortly behind, a hand between his shoulder blades and a soft, curt mention of comfort before you disappear into the room for the night.

when he slinks his duffel bag off his shoulder and onto the bed he has that same pained expression. he was always good at fixing his gaze, hardening it before he looked at you so he wouldn’t crack as easy under your melting pressure.

“i’m gonna…” his hand meets his forehead, rubs there for a minute. “i’m gonna shower.”

you nod, and hold back for a moment as he makes his way inside. when the spray starts up, you grab your clothes at a slower pace so he has some time to adjust before you follow him in there. you hold your bottles in hand, blessing the target you found a few days ago for your favorite soaps. who knew such little joys could impact your night routine.

when you step inside the bathroom he doesn’t say anything; not even when you step into the shower and put down your soaps on the bathtub ledge. he’s facing the water, away from you. as soon as you stepped in he lets off his hands from the wall in front of him and looks down now, water running over his hair and down his broad back.

you wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your chest against his back and your cheek there too. for a moment you close your eyes, and only the sound of the water fills your head. he doesn’t tense, doesn’t move much in that minute that you sit there, only rests his hands on your own.

he breathes. you feel that rise and fall. for this minute you’re the only two people in the world and you wished only that it’d last longer. this peace. this kind of serenity.

“it’s okay.” you remind, holding him tight still. you can’t see his expression, but you know which one it must be.

when he turns in your arms he smooths the wetness in your hair with both of his hands before holding you to him by your waist.

“i know.” he reminds. cheek on the top of your head.

when you look up to him in his arms, your hair has fallen over your face to cover your eyes thanks to the spray from the shower. and not to ruin the tender moment, but you can’t help but chuckle at the idea of how silly you must look in the moment.

he follows you in a short huff of a laugh, reaching for the shampoo behind you. “i take it it’s wash day?”

the electrical room. the keys in sam’s hands are thick and jingly. you wince at every sound, taking a peak at the ledge just behind you to make sure the coast was clear. you’re still hearing faint faint footsteps. he’s still stalking, still hunting, still searching. you’re not completely unaware of sam’s plan, just wishing it’d come faster.

the door opens, you rush inside and close it behind you as sam b-lines for the lever across the room.

you imagine how he’s walking. he always had a curt arrogance about him, confidence and cockiness. you wondered if he was armed; stupid thought of course he was. he’d made it to the kitchen if you weren’t mistaken.

just as sam opens the door to the electrical switches, a sharp boom is heard from across the compound. a door perhaps. your head whips to the direction of the sound, and for a moment you can have some kind of communication with sam. he looks to you, standing before the emergency switch, and you nod.

when his hand pushes it downward - the entire compound is doused in a rich red lighting. it paints the walls in a shade as crimson as blood. seeing might be a bit harder. not to mention everything just got a little more terrifying.

the alarm is ringing but you still hear that gruff voice call out.

“smart, guys.”there’s too much enjoyment in his tone. you can hear his smile. “locking the place down… doors won’t open… i get it.”

sam’s looking around now at the sound. a bit closer than it once seemed. that icy chill starts at the crown of your head and freezes you cold to the tips of your toes.

“but here’s the thing,” you both can tell his voice is moving, down a hallway, closer. “i don’t wanna leave.”

“not til i find you both.”

the panic has set in harder than intended, sam still takes the lead and you graciously follow as he opens the door - now fearful enough to not care about the noise. you both take that chance. if you’re loud it doesn’t matter. as long as you can run fast enough. hide quiet enough.

“dollface.” he commands. sam must have a destination in mind, he’s b-lining right for something. “sammy.”

“you’re just making this worse for yourself, guys!” he must be in the main room. you’re shoulder to shoulder with sam, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing next to you. sweat is beginning to form at your hairline - though with every passing word leaving dean’s lips it turns cold. your mouth is dry, hands clammy, this level of fear was one you hadn’t felt in a while. it was primal. survival was your only instinct now.

“oh, by the way you can uh… blame yourself for me getting loose.” sam’s head hits the wall behind him. he closes his eyes in frustration and tightens his hold on the blade in his palm.

“all that blood you pumped into me to make me human - well” he’s cut off with his own laughter. “the less demon i was the less the cuffs worked.”

his voice is still moving, now seeming closer than ever. you assume sam has a plan, but you still look to him with wide eyes. he meets your gaze and nods.

“and that devil’s trap…well, i just walked right across it. it smarted! but still…”

“it wasn’t four months y’know…”

“what?”

“it was four months up here but down there… i don’t know time’s different… it was more like fourty years.”

you’re sat on the cooler just in front of the boys. sam leaning against the hood of the impala and dean on the passenger side door. it was cool out that day. a little humid, but the beer on ice cooled your nerves enough.

dean had shared more about hell with you, details like this were sparse, you figured this was him finally opening up. but damn this was hard. to see him have to speak about it, hear it in his voice as he tried to cover it up. in front of you was the man, but it crumbled down to the boy behind him. he was raised as a machine, fought like one. defended his family like one. but when he peeled off the jacket at night, when the silence was the gateway eating as his brain to think of the chains in his muscle, he fell apart.

sam didn’t push him, he didn’t know what it was like. he saw how it ate at him though, and it killed him inside. chipped away little pieces at him sometimes.

your lips pause at the top of your bottle, mouth twists, and you put your beer back down and listen.

“they uh… they sliced. and carved. and tore me in ways that you- until there was nothing left.” you hear the tears in his voice before they show. feel the sickness in your stomach for failing him, sam feels it too.

“and then suddenly, i would be whole again. like magic.” he takes another sip so as to not ruin his taste.

there’s an ache at the back of your throat. the one you get when you see how hell left him in shambles. everyday you feel like beating yourself up for it - though sam was there to ease the guilty hangovers and listen to your proclamations of saving the man you loved so dearly. tears blur out your vision before you know what to do with them.

“just so they could start in all over.” it was getting harder for him to talk about it, but you didn’t stop him. you understood he needed this.

“and alastair, at the end of every day. every one. he would come over, and he would make me an offer.” sam looks to him, though dean is facing away.

“to take me off the rack.. if i put souls on. if i started the torture.” there’s disgust on his tongue, he tastes it for himself in memory.

“and everyday i’d tell him to stick it where the sun shines. for thirty years i told him.”

“but then i couldn’t do it anymore.” his voice wavers, shakes. his eyes look so green when they reddened with tears. you wipe your own face and bite at your cheeks.

“i couldn’t..” he swallows and the corners of his mouth tighten.

“and i got off that rack. god help me, i got off it. and i started ripping them apart.”

there it was. the boy.

“i lost count at how many souls.”

“the things i did to them…”

those hot tears roll off his cheeks and you look to sam who’s got water in his own. “dean…” both you and sam say at the same time.

“you held up for thirty years that’s longer than anyone would’ve.”

his face breaks and his lip quivers. he runs a hand over his face and it pulls away wet with tears.

“how i feel?”

“inside me.”

“i wish i couldn’t feel anything.” that’s when his eyes fall on you. for the first time since he’s started talking. and he sees the way your brow is pressed with worry and that crying overtakes your pretty face and he shakes his head, not at anything in particular, just wishing it was enough to stop the pain.

“i wish i couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

sam moves quick, grabs your forearm and leads you to a dark corner of the neighboring hallway, just out of sight, and just close enough to the door for his makeshift plan.

you were silent before, but when you hear those footsteps begin to echo louder - when the echoing disappears and you hear them because they’re damn near next to you - is when you press a hand over your mouth and watch as dean pushes the door to the electrical room open with a wary hand.

sam’s chest is rising and falling, you can hear his breathing and hope that dean doesn’t. dean stalks inside, sam looks at you for a moment and you meet his gaze. in a moments time the alarm is switched off, and that’s when sam makes a break to the door - slamming it closed and locking it tight. he tosses you the keys in the next moment and you reach for your blade.

“that’s y’alls big move?” he sounds off behind the door.

“listen to me, dean!.” you strengthen your stance if only for personal comfort - eyes remaining glued to the door.

it was another kind of fear that dean put in you like this. using the body of the man you loved. even looking at him was hard.

“we were getting close, okay!” sam’s breathing is heavy and he’s close to the door. you clench your jaw and speak since the beginning of his escape.

“i know you’re still in there somewhere. just let us finish the treatments.”

the door booms with the sound of cracking wood and force. you and sam push back, watching as the second blow is delivered and shards of wood are flying from it’s hinges.

“you act like i want to be cured.” a third hit, more wood flying. options are looking slim, you look at sam and see him lost in staring at the door behind here’s johnny’d.

“personally…”

“i like the disease.”

“dean stop! i don’t wanna use this blade on you!” force you didn’t foresee escaping you commanded your voice in that moment, blade drawn, eyes cold - only for a moment as he looks at you.

christ, your skin crawls when he does. you feel that evil radiating from him, seeping into the ground, wielded by a hammer.

“that sucks for you, doesn’t it sweetheart? cause you really mean that.” laughter bleeds into another hit at the door and you realize you only have so much time left before your brain will coat the wall or worse.

“look, if you come out of that room, we won’t have a choice!” sam’s confidence is ever dwindling. christ knows neither of you want to hurt him.

“sure you do.” he pauses. a chunk has been blown out enough from the door that his full gaze is seen in all it’s glory.

“and i know which one you’ll make. ain’t that right, sammy?”

another blow. “but see, here’s the thing. i’m lucky,” you and sam both raise your knives in unison and you clench your jaw. “hell i’m blessed! cause there’s just enough demon left in me that killing you ain’t no choice at all.”

another three blows and the door comes down, you split when sam does, sprinting as if your life depended on it, which it did. you didn’t stick around to see him leave from behind the door, but with a call of both of your names you assume he’s back onto stalking.

“come on, sweetcheeks. let’s have a beer, talk about it.” his voice is following once again, you duck behind a hallway and hear those footsteps following just like before.

“i’m tired of playing. let’s finish this game.”

you’re just up behind sam, he takes initiative to look around the corner now back at square one. the alarm is off so hearing him is more clear, but with the way his voice echoes and now that he’s fallen silent, you have no idea of which direction he’s headed until you feel a presence behind you.

“sam-!” you duck, sam does too to dodge the hit of his hammer. it’s stuck in the wall when he whips around - on instinct your blade meeting his throat.

you hold it there with a shaking, sweaty hand. eyes blown so wide you know he can see right through you to the source of your fear. he’s eating it up, even with a knife pulled on him he plays dominance.

“well..” he draws out, sam’s got a blade just behind him as well, looking to you over his brother’s shoulder. “look at you, honey bunches.”

your breathing is shaky, and despite the fear rolling off you in waves and the ice cold gaze being delivered to you from the body of the man you love so dearly, you hold steady and swallow down the ever growing fire of anxiety in your veins.

he grins across the blade.

“do it.” his parted lips slur, quickly tightening his jaw with a playful glimmer in his green eyes.

“it’s all you.” those gritted teeth hiss.

tension holds you tight on it’s string, you look at him and. you can’t. not him. not like this. not all of these years you’ve spent together - but this went without saying. he knew you wouldn’t - couldn’t - from the get go.

you drop the blade in defeat and for a moment his eyes flicker to that cold black nothing - when two arms wrap around him and the moment nearly stops.

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top 10 lobby boy looks please and thank you rate this man like he's in an issue of cosmo and we're ripping him asunder

this was a toughie bc idk anything abt fashion and his outfits aren't described in as much detail as the manager but i still had fun!! decided to only use publicly accessible canon episodes for this (no bonus eps, nothing patreon exclusive) hehe. also let me reiterate once more that i have the worst fashion sense in the entire world

NUMBER 10: 4.10 - audrey burns

awesome episode but this fit sounds boring as hell. it doesn't sound BAD but just...... boring.......... doesn't even have a hat. sad

NUMBER 9: 4.1 - perry sherwin

he doesn't like it and i don't either. white is definitely not the best colour to be wearing when you're employed at a slimy gross murder hotel lol. maybe it looked kinda cool but thinking abt him trying to get the stains out makes me a little sad. also plain white is kinda boring imo....... although it could look cool in a kind of stark way i suppose

NUMBER 8: 4.17 - debbie houston

putting this one low on the list bc it's uncomfortable for him and he didn't like it which is sad. but it's at number 8 not lower bc i instinctively know he was serving cunt here. like i know he looked kinda sexy in it. but he doesn't like it and comfort should always come before fashion imho, hence its low spot on the list. also he didn't even get to wear it out of the closet.......

NUMBER 7: 4.16 - alex potenski

made the manager cringe but i think it sounds kinda cute in an ugly way. like he could wear this to a barbecue or to the beach or something. i like it when madam hotel puts him in pink.........

NUMBER 6: 4.7 - dorothy rennup

it's giving librarian. it's giving tumblr history teacher aesthetic. unfortunately i have a weakness for that kind of outfit so i think it sounds cute. it also sounds comfortable and warm which is important! and the collared button up under a sweater look is always something i enjoy................

NUMBER 5: 4.3 - the habers

we never actually get this one properly described to us which is why it isn't higher on the list. based on the hotel taking on a 70s aesthetic in this episode and the fact that even THINKING about this made the manager cringe kinda fills me with joy bc i know it was ugly and campy as hell. in my heart i know he was so garish and awkward looking and sweaty in this episode and i love it.

NUMBER 4: 4.9 - mr platt

i think this sounds cute sorry miss manager. once again i like it when the hotel puts him in pink outfits. by "coral" im assuming it's a pink/peachy coral type of colour which i think would look cool in combination with black. tidy but a little bit ugly in a way that i enjoy greatly. idk exactly why i like this one as much as i do. but i do.

NUMBER 3: 5.2 - it watches and it smiles

LOVE THIS THANG! underrated episode imo. i love the way this episode combines ominous terror with like, pleasant night time tropical beach vibes. it's rlly good. the description of the lobby boy in this episode is also rlly good. something chunky and very low to the ground that can't move fast but has very very long grabby arms and bulging big eyes and an evil grin........ i love it. sounds very spooky. love it when he's at the window menacing the guy inside. it's easy to get a vague idea of this creature in my head but hard to pin it down to a specific design which i think is intentional, and i rlly like it. very shaped animal. sounds like he might look at little bit silly if you caught him in the daylight perhaps, although that isn't necessarily a bad thing

NUMBER 2: 2.2 - cracker man

sadly we don't get much of a description of cracker man but im putting him high up bc i think he is awesome. bones sticking out everywhere, joints and the wrong angles, all skinny and tall and bulging and swollen and creaking........ love it. i bet he looks so scary. the idea of the monster chasing you being all broken and sad and in pain itself is very compelling. also the body horror side to the cracker man where he's constantly creaking and snapping with every movement is so uncomfortable (in a good way). also as someone with very creaky and sometimes painful joints i can relate to him.

NUMBER 1: 4.5 - robert watson

maybe this sounds underwhelming but hear me out. HEAR ME OUT OK! this is one of the few episodes where the lobby boy is described as wearing the classic red lobby boy uniform, and it's extra shiny and fancy and pretty this time. i think he was physically at his peak of lobby-boy-ness here. the red outfit with the hat and shiny buttons is a classic and it's his most iconic look ever. most people in the fandom including me draw him this way. it might seem boring or generic bc it's so common but to me this outfit is just His Outfit. it's the lobby boy outfit. unbeatable imo. if he was a cartoon character and wore the same outfit every episode i just KNOW it would be this one. it's a classic. i will not be swayed on this.

#this took me a while but it was very fun #apologies if i got any episodes mixed up or put the wrong titles/numbers #the hotel #the hotel podcast #the lobby boy #anon ask #ask game

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You put max vs anyone else on his level and he completely lose his mind, i still remember how he was screaming on the radio in Bahrain 22 or Saudi Arabia 22, he doesn’t have competition now and I think he doesn’t even push that car lol

Anyway Charles mistakes are much overanalyzed and magnified than maxs mistakes. I think that is what Windsor is completely missing here; everyone always remembers about imola and France but no one remembers how max bottled that pole in Saudi Arabia (they remember this as a good thing), no one remembers him on the gravel in Spain, no one remembers any of his mistakes let’s not forget that he still is the only driver with a crash compilation on f1 official YouTube channel lol. No one expected RB catching Mercedes in 2021 (merc was much more ahead in 2020 than rb now) the narrative changes according on who is ahead and everyone hates Ferrari

The point is exactly that Max doesn't have to worry about anything. Not competition, not having to push full out all the time. He can just sit back and do his laps, while improving his car's as well as his own performance. Also don't underestimate the pressure of wanting to win the World Driver Championship is off his shoulders. Sure, he wouldn't mind winning it more than once, but he said in the past that winning it was his ultimate goal. I think once he achieved that, he became a lot more relaxed, which also has helped give him even more confidence, making him a better driver.

There's nothing wrong with acknowledging Charles has made mistakes. He's the first to acknowledge his mistakes himself. Knowing you made a mistake and working to improve yourself to where you will not make that mistake again, will make you perform better down the road. I do agree that the press loves to shine a spotlight on Charles's errors, but let's not forget there are also Charles fans who seem to thrive on his misery.

I have to disagree with you on "everyone hates Ferrari". Ferrari has 11.4 million followers on Instagram, more than any other F1 team. And second highest followers on Twitter (4.6 M, just below Mercedes with 4.7 M). When you are hugely popular, there are always going to be haters as well. And let's face it, they're an easy target to make fun of - even we as fans do it. In the end, I think Ferrari is still very much the dream F1 team for a lot of drivers, fans, and even reporters. And just like people expect more from Charles because he has been able to pull off some pretty miraculous drives in the past, people also expect more from Ferrari because of its illustrious F1 history.

#anon ask #charles leclerc #max verstappen

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"Footage of NYC's biggest earthquake in 140 years, M4.8." #earthquake #u...

So pretty big quake for 4.7 it's more like a heater at 9:00 and we saw a lot of damage these people are lying about all sorts of stuff I can't stand it anymore they're terrible terrible people they don't know what to do about what's going on so they make up a bunch of lies I'm going to piss all over each other it's not ruining people mostly theirs and they're ruining things so looks like as well we have all these enemies and knew these jerks and you think they're going to handle stuff again try and ruin everybody else I'm just sit there and it's funny and you sit there like sponges so right now we noticed that not going for diamonds and you're not going after the small ships anywhere and you are not doing his idea and you're sitting back and shortly saying that you're going to watch everybody beat each other up you went to burning Man and you saw them and you saw what they're doing and you figured out that they're up to something and you're aware that they are using your facility is covered as cover and you're not doing anything and we heard you talk about it and you said let the big boys fight it out and they heard we just need your stuff that's all and all sudden they said this we're going to sit here and handle my stuff and they get rid of us by taking it and you just sat there they just sat there and they began to chant I know what saying you cannot intimidate us to do your work they heard our son saying when the f*** it is not working a f****** little s*** you don't f****** moron in a liar they're going to end up blindsided by your own goddamn garbage shut the f****** go home and get drunk and who wants to listen to you stupid people it's none of our business it's none of our business it's none of our business it's just your business she don't want to go look at Giants that's fine for people will take a powder get out of the way are you dead probably going to roll over you and so he said this they don't speak for me and he heard it it was the pseudo empire and they're telling him to get out of the way and the stupid s*** said okay and so this is going to go and BJ said this I don't care what's down there what the f*** are we doing and he started to laugh and said my nephew is right where just dumb people saying some stupid s*** and we went we caught a chicken s*** for a minute and he said we have to go in there and find out what it is so he says go on a different way and so they tried to find it I found a couple ways so really they went down eventually and this they're saying this why do you know what it is and we have to go down there so it's cuz you can see the outline of the f****** thing you idiot and he said oh I understand the problem thoroughly when you're handed a roadmap by your wife's sister you say you figured it out and people like Brad really kind of didn't look at it. It's so annoying s*** but you do it with everything for some reason I think it's because someone is handing it to you I mean sire I was supposed to do this bring in a special commission and like a secret suitcase that was used by James Bond throughout history only this is some other f****** nonsense. So bja fell back and you said so stay out of it and say if you talk this f****** nonsense to me we're going to bomb Australia to Oblivion there won't be one f****** stupid a****** left to say that dumb s*** you're saying we'd only take a couple minutes. And get the f*** away from your dead that's it with you too you're a f****** done I don't want to hear any of this s*** ever again in my life you're such a f****** moron. It's an emergency to the entire planet but not to you I don't have time to explain everything from start to finish for 20 days in a row for you to get it once you piece of s*** you don't know a goddamn thing about this business you got jammed in reverse you try and get rid of people throwing the whole you f****** moron

Restrains out and says yeah I'm getting rid of them and I'm throwing in the hole well go ahead and do your stupid what do you what do you want you want f****** day you want all this food and f*** out in the f****** desert dumb f****** f****** retard. So bja stood up and said I see you're mad good for you you want a point I'm going to blow a f****** limb of yours off from a distance keep talking he says I do see something we're down there looking you can't find anything you can't find your f****** dick in your own f****** bedroom moron. So he said well you're right about something it can't be that hard yeah you sniff around and you find like 500 million Max and what they're looking at you dumb f****** a******. So he says well that's stupid no s*** dumb f****** retard what do you like the intelligence of a two-year-old child now you can grab a Mac on the street in New York and asking me he knows you dumb f****** moron... So Mac Daddy was listening and he said why the f*** are you talking like this to people everybody wants to kill you you see you sitting there doing nothing farting bothering people no we know what you're doing you're trying to harass people to get angry now he's angry you and he's going to get rid of you and them and he doesn't care who the hell care you don't have any AI ability you can't program people to tie their shoes in the morning and everybody's not going to fight for what you want they have to get rid of you as a matter of fact what stuff do they have he says that we want right there from them let's start there and work out so I said the same thing I said f*** you idiots you want to sit around talking you're in the goddamn way so we moved them out of the way and you just f*** off telling everybody to f*** off and they left I'll tell you what these people are big jerks and he's right you want to sit there and f****** be a jerk and it's all these problems and stuff and you can't even memorize what they are he started yelling and screaming it's going to be a huge cluster f*** and he's involved it's triumph I said triumph is a piece of s*** motorcycle from your area that's what it is and you're worse at than they are and they're getting messed up and he says we don't want to engage anybody he'll go hide in your Island to get out of my face you're bothering me you're engaging cuz we're going to hit you if you're harassing me and keeping my money from me we're going to hit you no matter what you f****** do a****** you f****** a******... Should send a couple hundred megaton bombs your way and shut you the f******. So I heard him call her over and he said I'm doing the best I can it's so what it doesn't do s*** the best you can and you should stay home and sit there and just shut up that's all you need to do is shut the f****** so that was him yelling at me is Mac Daddy I said this this kid's right these people are freaking useless when the battlefield trying to get information tell me if sat down there he doesn't know anything about what's going on right around him so wasted damn time and we're all screwed everybody is sick of this s*** so we told him go home and sit on your couch and drink beer and get out of here of course they didn't. This afternoon around with us after while we just started blasting the hell took 15 minutes are all gone and I said don't come back we just keep hitting you it's garbage you know Max influence it but you can't stop them there so dumb they're really really dumb and they just can't figure it out so as it turns out they don't want to go back there they're back like every 15 minutes all afternoon dying

Well that was our son and Mac yelling at cork because he's an idiot we were too so you came out here and you stuck your ass in the way so we wanted to know why and we had a force with us and it was mixed and said give him a time limit and wipe them out and we heard him so he just go and so he told them 15 minutes we're not going to sit here exposed while you're plugging it up and they're down there doing what they want and he started screaming we're waiting for equipment we checked and no we told him the time turns around and says we're not going to you so you don't give him time anyways you dumb f*** it's in here bothering him and torturing him your pieces of s*** yeah stupid f****** a****** trying to rest we should kill all of you piece of s*** so I hear kill as many of these higher ups as we can and go to their place and take it all down wind up doing it anyways and tons of them died this is a fool's game this is idiots eventually goes home with a few people brings people back and yeah all afternoon and then the fourth time you started whining where is that little Jew bag kid so you said hit near him cuz he keeps bringing us his idiots to get rid of so we need him to go get more so hitting all around him we said go home and get more so he did he kept doing it and doing it and he's going to be teeny and he's an idiot so who said this we have your AI too and you're being ridden by someone we don't know who it is. He started laughing and said oh yeah that stuff so I'll tell you what he's pretty much smoked so he had this hey look at the down syndrome victim he doesn't even have one book in his house and people started to laugh at him and all of Mac Daddy's people said good Lord that guy is dumber than hell and all sudden he said I'm holding you up and I'm doing it on purpose trying to force the max to arm it so we can destroy how the arm did not know how and he goes yeah that's the one no kidding he says we have a human interface we can't seem to get it out of there and get absorbed he says that's okay that's the job and he smiles and says it's not coming out cuz we're not doing the job and he says we have to go down there so the idiot says tons of his idiots down there you're so God damn stupid Brian you're the dumbest person in history along with John arima f*** I've never heard of this stupid s***. So he went ahead and grabbed all these guys they went down and said you're not blocking us and all this he needs to eat something and so they ran down there and said you can't say that I said yeah I can't what you're saying is you may not say that remember from westborough like maybe 10 times a day it's like a huge simple simple lesson I guess you can't remember and you were trying to tell people it's really weird you like a dog you're so dumb. I said it at work once you repeated it like 5,000 times to everybody else then you come back to me with it I said like the puppy dog with a f******bone.

So regardless if some lower level guys making you talk that way you are doing what just go down there and shut your face so he says this I don't feel like it okay you get hit here and down there we don't need this clog you can use crystal Drano

Is that a laughing and says good we have some color on the battlefield I said yeah it's red all of your idiots and what a waste doesn't do s*** and it starts laughing and said well you know yeah you know

So listen to this stupid talk and the a****** is ordering people down and they're going down and say just run down there without a gun or anything and a whole bunch of them start doing it he goes what's wrong with you this is the same problem with you what are we doing here if we're not going to do anything so they're going we don't know what to do it's a theme party you f****** fruit so he looks around he goes oh okay it's a theme party so start picking up on what the theme is and DJ was insulting I said now is that leadership don't I get $100,000 this year according to phrase I should get a million dollars every time it's used so he's smiling he goes yeah that's right and you kind of meant it cuz it's started working so what did they do it but it just standing there and he's telling them to go and they won't that's what happens he says don't move then and they argue so the max are taking your flowers and beans your bratwurst and beans and the beer is next and they said okay yeah write that down Jenna what team is this party bratwurst and beans and beer is next and I'm just making it up but it works cuz they like those things I don't want to beat the guy up take the power to have huge bratwurst those big huge fellows and they want to eat their bratwurst too always all of it and they want to make beef patties because their beef eaters. So he gets on the megaphone he goes let's show these beefeaters what's going on I'm going to make hamburger out of them and they started yelling good cuz he just makes it with the liver and they said that's right and some of the grossed out and then some of them said that's really what you do and it's not moving they started moving dammit they were moving after that yes

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Chapter VIII - Bench

JANUARY 2023

FRIDAY

11:00 am

This chapter is set on the same day "Moonlight Sunrise" by TWICE was released.

In the CBASCU (College of Business Administration Student Council Union) office at the university, Axelle, the president, currently has a meeting with the other officers. They are discussing the upcoming convention, the Foodpreneur Fest, where everyone from the College of Business Ad will gather in the mall and set up their stalls where they would serve their food.

"How much is the rent for one stall each?" Axelle asks the treasurer, Hyun-min.

"I inquired to the events organizing department of the mall and said one stall cost 4,700₩. There are 50 stalls available for use in the event." He says, as the secretary, Jung-ah, is taking note of everything in her notebook.

Everyone nods, and the Director of Events and Programs, Kyu-ri, acknowledges the information disseminated by the treasurer. "Our budget is currently ₩4.7 million. If each stall costs 4,700 and there are 50 stalls, we'll be using up 5% of the budget."

"There are other aspects to be considered," the Event Coordinator, Dong-hyun, adds. The secretary would also take note of everything he said. "Listen carefully, Jung-ah. I'll dictate everything."

"That would surely total up to 100%, no?" The Director of Outreach and Community Engagement, Ye-Seul, asks everyone in the room.

"No, I think the percentages summed up would result in 34 point something. How much is the budget that we would be using, then?" The Public Relations Officer, So-hee, asks Hyun-min.

The treasurer, quickly does the math and responds to So-hee's question, "Our total budget allocation would be about a million won still, so we're still within the budget. We have a bit of room to spare."

Everyone nods.

"I have something to address, though." The Vice President, Min-jung, asks everyone.

"Sure, what is it, Min-jung?" Axelle asks back to her.

"Let's say that the each security staff would cost ₩3000, and we'll be picking up 6 of them, how much exact budget would that be, and what would be the percentage that we would use from the overall budget that we have?" She asks Hyun-min again.

Hyun-min quickly calculates the additional cost in his head. "If each security staff costs ₩3,000 and we're hiring 6 of them, that would be a total cost of ₩18,000. This would be an additional 0.38% of the budget. So, our updated budget allocation would look like this:"

"Overall, with the addition of security staff, the total budget allocation would be around 34.5%.

"And how much budget would we use? Like what exact amount?" The Director of Marketing, Hyeon-jae, asks.

Hyun-min quickly calculates the total costs mentioned. "₩1,560,500 all in all. If we take this to the our initial budget of 4.7 million, then we would have ₩3,139,500 left remaining for extra expenses, which also means we use 33.2% of the initial budget."

The Director of Membership, Jin-su, acknowledges Hyun-min's statement. "Sounds good. Make sure to include that in our planning and budget management. Did you catch everything, Jung-ah?"

The secretary scratched her head. "Yeah, well, some of it... I didn't catch up, especially on the budget allocation."

"Don't worry! I'll send you the copy of my findings later when I get home, Jung-ah." Hyun-min nods.

"Thanks, Hyun-min." She smiled softly at the treasurer.

Axelle interjects with a friendly smile, "All right, it seems everything is now organized and all good. Let's make sure we use it wisely to make the Foodpreneur event a great success. Meeting adjourned."

The officers nod in agreement, appreciating Axelle's leadership and the collaborative atmosphere of the meeting. The officers have now left the office, with Axelle walking behind them.

As they were out into the hallway, he then hears his phone beep, and it was a message from Momo.

He smiled a bit as soon as he saw the nickname she gave him, which is typical Momo behaviour. He then messages her back.

Axelle was a bit surprised that Momo would be coming at his uni. He begins to type again.

The treasurer, Hyun-min, turns his back to see Axelle, noticing him on his phone. "Hey, Axelle! Wanna grab lunch with us?"

As he was about to answer, Momo then replied, and he looked at his phone to check the message.

He then turns to Hyun-min again. "Sorry, I have lunch with someone at the moment. I'll make it up to you guys soon. I'll buy you lunches someday."

"Okay. We're counting on that. See you later, Axelle!" Hyun-min then turns away and walks with the other officers. Axelle goes in his own direction, going down from the second floor and into the main gate of the university.

Meanwhile, Momo, who is wearing a face mask and cap, followed the directions her now-boyfriend gave her until she reached the university that had the logo of the school's name in Korean. As with visitors, they had to log in by signing into a logbook, which Momo did. She was allowed to enter the premises. Looking the phone for the time, she stood beside the main gate waiting for her love.

Luckily, no student passing by the main gate noticed Momo so far. In this setting, she would get easily recognized as she is from TWICE. She had to hide from everyone for now to meet Axelle without any ONCEs clamoring in excitement.

Not more than 2 minutes later, she notices Axelle, but he doesn't notice her yet because of her cover. As he turns his back looking for her, she taps his shoulder and slightly raises the visor of her cap, looking at him with twinkling eyes.

"Oh! Oh my gosh, I didn't see you there for a bit." Axelle covered his mouth and chuckled. "Hello, darling. Sorry if I made you walk for 15 minutes."

She pushes him lightly with her three fingers. "You should be sorry, Mr. Hutchison. My feet are already tired and I am wearing sandals, you freaking skyscraper!"

"You should've worn shoes then." He suggests banteringly. "You could've been at least half an inch taller so you could reach my head."

"Stop teasing me about my height!" The idol playfully punches him in the arm. "Anyways, let's go to the cafeteria. I miss eating school lunches."

"All right." He says as she goes beside him.

They are now walking together, passing by the greens on the center of the campus. Momo is still unrecognizable with her cap and her mask, which was enough to keep her concealed from the public eye. But to keep Axelle close to her, she tugs onto the sleeve of his coat.

"How have you been with your work?" He turns to her.

"We literally started around 4 am. It's the release of our new music video for our song today, and we also did a moving choreography video for it. I'm glad that we were able to finish everything before I get my free time." Momo answered.

The Brit nodded. "New MV, huh. I might add something to my Spotify playlist."

Momo smiled as soon as she heard that. Though aware that he isn't a ONCE or a die-hard fan of K-pop in general, she knows he is supporting her and TWICE. "Good boy. You'll like our new song. Just wait for it till it comes out on YouTube and Spotify."

She kept holding on to his sleeve as he led the way to the cafeteria, where different types of dishes and side dishes are served. They got both of their trays and picked up the food that they are the mood to eat for lunch.

Axelle's tray consisted of the following foods:

Kimchi fried rice, ojingeo bokkeum (stir-fried spicy squid), gun-mandu (pan-fried dumplings), oi muchim (spicy cucumber salad) and 3 pieces of Korean pear.

Meanwhile, here are the foods Momo had in her tray:

JOKBAL, haemul pajeon (seafood pancake), godeungeo-jorim (braised mackerel), stir-fried anchovies, gimbap, and banana slices.

There was more jokbal than the rest of the other food on her tray. After making the sign of the cross, Axelle even pointed that out when they sat down on a table for two.

"You can never get enough of jokbal, huh?"

"Yes. It's the best food in the world, and no one can stop me from eating it." She gets her chopsticks and starts to get a piece of jokbal.

Axelle chuckles. "You do you, Momo."

He would also take a bite of the ojingeo bokkeum and close his eyes, savoring the spicy taste of the squid. Momo just chows down on her food enthusiastically, also savoring the taste of the jokbal in her mouth, to the point that she forgot that there was other food in her tray.

The two would begin to converse while continuing to eat.

"So what have you been doing for today?" Momo asks.

"We had a meeting on our budget planning for our Foodpreneur Fest at the end of February. It's an event for our college that will be held at a mall, 36 minutes away from here by bus." He then gets a piece of his mandu.

"Hmm. So you're an officer in your student body then. You're president, I assume?" Momo puts a piece of the braised mackerel inside her mouth.

"Correct."

Momo did little claps as a congratulatory gesture. "Wow. That's amazing, Axelle. And is this your first task already? Holding a meeting with your fellow officers?"

"Yeah. We started going over with the budget and the other stuff necessary for the event." He gets another mandu and eats it. "A bit tiring, but it is necessary to make the event successful."

"We share the same sentiment, darling." Momo added. "I'm also tired too. We have been working non-stop for our latest music video; doing recording sessions, choreo practice, all of this stuff. But now that it will be released soon, I hoped that everyone will enjoy what we have been working on these past few months."

"Everyone will enjoy that song." He beamed a soft smile at his girlfriend. "I am confident of it, darling."

Momo also gave a soft smile back at him. "And I hope your event will be succesful as well, darling."

The two looked at each other for a short while, appreciating each other's support for their individual endeavors. They would then go on to continue eating their lunch at the cafeteria whilst enjoying the food and each other's presence.

Afterwards, Momo and Axelle went to a building within the university that had harbored a hidden treasure — a roof terrace, which offered serene peace in the midst of the academic world around it. As they ascended the stairs, there were lots of greens decoratively arranged in every corner. Different types of flowers; orchids, daisies, hibiscus, and the like can also be seen exuding their beauty and scent in the open environment.

The two stayed on the bench next to the railings, which are filled with vines. They were fake, but they added to the natural ambience of the setting. Momo and Axelle glanced at the overlooking view of the university and the city to an extent, amidst the somewhat cloudy and winter cold weather. They were lucky that it wasn't even snowing or raining at this time, so they were able to fully take in the tranquil view in front of them.

As her arm draped around Axelle, she gets behind him and notices that there weren't any surveillance cameras attached on the doorway to the terrace. The idol smirked wryly, knowing that she could exploit this situation to her advantage, and even her boyfriend wasn't aware of that fact. She was glad he remained oblivious, and making the most of this opportunity seemed like she had already found diamonds.

Licking her lips, she moves closer to his ear, whispering at him sensually. "This sure looks too good even for a hang-out spot, huh. Is anyone permitted to go here?"

"Only if someone pre-booked for it. I was able to book it so I could hang out for myself." He locks eyes with her. "But now that you joined me here..."

"Shh. I know, darling. We're completely alone from everyone else now. And you probably know what that means...."

With their cheeks touching each other, Momo grabs the front plackets of his coat, opening it up, revealing the t-shirt he wore underneath. Her fingers reached underneath the shirt, touching and feeling his lean yet muscular physique. Leaning in to his ear once more, she pecks and nibbles it. Axelle began to breath heavily, which made his skin bristle.

"D-Dammit..." He groans, feeling her hands touching his chest. "I should've known you would resort to this."

He didn't even move a single muscle. Nor would he ever could, because of how his girlfriend is touching his entire clothed front body. The Brit's eyes begin to twitch, about to slowly close, solely because of the overwhelming pleasure Momo drowned him into. Even with her fingers and mouth alone, Momo never fails to deliver Axelle that euphoric yet dangerous pleasure.

But Momo isn't all finished yet. Her hands remain intact on his clothed chest, feeling his nipple harden with her palms. The idol was so excited that she could bear to witness her boyfriend moaning for her, so without even a second thought, she began to circle her index fingers around his nipples. This marks the first time Axelle experienced nipple play from Momo.

"Ahh... No." He groaned. Axelle is still immobile, his eyes still quivering. "Momo. I... stop...!"

Momo giggled. "Oh, no I won't, my sweet darling. You're already mine, remember? I like how you're already aroused just by your nipples being played. You're so adorable∼"

"It's just too much...!" He was already blushing like a little girl, showing a bit of vulnerability.

Momo then rubs both nipples with her thumbs and index fingers. There was a bit of pain that Axelle felt because of how Momo was pinching them, but there was that 90% where his face became as red as a tomato. With a scrunching face and squinting eyes, the Brit began to tremble, but still immobile and couldn't calm down.

To Momo, this was somewhat a torture that was far from pain, but that of love for her boyfriend. Even in the early stages of their relationship, Momo wanted to make him feel the depth of her devotion and obsession for him through physical touch. The best part for her is that she will be able to control him, as she already knows that Axelle is susceptible to her temptation.

Her intentions were clear. She wanted Axelle to be hers only.

Momo kept on pleasuring him, moving her face closer to his. "Ah... Axelle. You like it when I pinch your nipples, don't you?"

"Nhhh... Not... telling you... that." He mumbled.

"Of course you won't. In fact, you don't even need to tell me. I should also note that your nipples are not the only ones that got hard." Momo lets go of his nipples and glanced at his crotch, his bulging erection peeking out of his pants.

The Brit mumbled out again, panting. "This is your fault. You... did this to me, Momo. You're so... so..."

"Sexy?" She curled her lips into a seductive smile. "You can say that a million times and you will still be proven right. Ehehe."

Showing him affection, Momo then kisses Axelle with passion for a few brief seconds, letting out a few moans due to how she sees her boyfriend as her thirst quencher and her stress reliever. And she was definitely relieved from all the stress from her idol work.

But it wouldn't be enough for her yet.

"Let me show you how sexy I REALLY am, darling."

She withdraws herself from him, taking three little steps back. Gazing at him lustfully, she then begins to strip her upper clothes and throws it at his face, intentionally doing that as a transition for what she is about to show him.

"Hey! What was that fo—"

She fully revealed herself half-naked to her, making her boyfriend realize that she actually wasn't wearing a bra underneath all this time she was with him. Speaking of, this was definitely a risqué situation, because even though they are alone on the rooftop terrace at the moment, they are still inside the radius of the university. But for the brave idol Momo, she is willing to take that chance to show how alluring her figure is.

Axelle's jaw dropped at the sight of his half-naked girlfriend. Her toned abs, curvy waist and muscular arms were some of the main views, but there was emphasis on her breasts. The Brit looked at the beautiful set of bosoms from a short distance, which was enough to make him thirst for Momo as well. He has never seen her like this, ever, and now he gets to see her gloriously sculpted body.

"Wow. Oh shit, I..." His heart was racing, gobsmacked of the gorgeous woman in front of him.

"You weren't expecting me to go risqué, were you?" Teasingly gazing at him, she cups her breasts, massaging them whilst making a succession of moans to entice him even further. "Do you like them, darling?"

"Admittedly, yes." He replied.

"Do you want to touch them?" She hummed, circling her nipples around with her fingers.

"Do I have to answer a question that has an already obvious answer?"

His witty rebut made the idol beam a seductive grin. "Can't debate on that." She walks towards the Brit and sits on his lap, whilst playing with his hair. She intentionally inched her left boob much closer to his face so that her already erect nipple touched his lips.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me, darling..." There was this primal urge of sucking her boob, but Axelle is trying to hold it in. "What have I gotten myself into?" He also thought to himself.

Momo blushes. "Any day now, Axelle. I'm waiting for your next move, darling."

The Brit slowly draws his face closer to the cleavage and kisses it sensually, before he opens his mouth and begins to kiss the nipple, then transitioning to sucking. Meanwhile, his other hand was kneading her right boob, with the fingers pinching the right nipple. He can hear Momo groaning in ecstasy, audibly huffing and puffing, and her voice becoming more velvety in tone. Her vocal attraction basically confirmed that she was willing to let Axelle do anything to her voluptuous breasts, so long as it benefits her as well.

"You're already doing good, darling." She purred, caressing his hair. "You're looking like a baby at the moment, hehe."

He was indeed suckling on her boob as if he was a baby. Axelle continued to use his mouth, whilst pushing his tongue forward in order to twirl it around her nipple. Next, he brings his face closer to the right boob, doing the same process while now massaging the left one and pinching on its nipple. Momo kept on moaning and holding his head closer to her, but even so, she let him be nursed by her.

A couple minutes pass. Axelle backed away from Momo a little. "Time for my revenge."

"What do you mean by— Aah!"

The Brit began to do the exact same thing to the idol, rubbing and pinching her nipples with his index fingers and thumbs. The latter was definitely surprised at her boyfriend's sudden "revenge", but she wasn't mad about it at all. Even her moans and blushing face further confirmed this statement.

"You are... a veeeeery baaaad boy∼" Momo moaned.

To silence his temptress, he leans forward and initiates a passionate kiss with her, his fingers intact on her nipples. The couple have now been driven by this incredible high that made their bodies heat up. Right now, Axelle is on Momo's mind, and Momo on Axelle's. Momo's muffled noises filled the open space of the green and lush roof terraces, feeling Axelle's touch on her stimulated nipples.

After a short while, Axelle pulls his face away from Momo, keeping enough gap between them so that their lips are still near together.

"Fuck..." Axelle scowled. "This is your fault."

When she noticed his expression, Momo just nonchalantly and deeply smiles at his slight dismay, thinking that it was cute. Yet again, the idol whispered, her face closer to his.

"It's not my fault that I'm so fucking beautiful, my darling boy. You simply fell for my moves and charms, and that is enough to bring out the wildest in me. So don't ever blame it on me. Do you agree with me, darling ∼?"

That moment right there was just Momo merely exuding her charms to his boyfriend. Axelle couldn't even escape the roof terrace, and to a metaphorical extent, the unbreakable chains of her desire and obsession. When he locked eyes with Momo, he already knew he couldn't escape Momo's playful dominance and defiant confidence at that point.

"M-Maybe I do agree."

Momo suddenly grips his neck with one hand, her touch firm but far from choking. "'Maybe' is so NOT in my vocabulary, boy." She puts enough pressure from her fingers to make her boyfriend submit. "It just doesn't cut it, Axelle. There is no room for hesitation here, got it?"

"H-huh? Eh???" He stuttered.

"Don't make me repeat myself. You and I..."

Now using two hands to grip his neck, the idol moved herself closer to his ear, causing their cheeks to meet each other.

"...we're all absolutely about the 'yes'es. I know that you know that you love it so much when I am controlling you, Axelle. You can't escape ME."

The Brit gulped. No words came out of his mouth, an only the thought of "So this is the real Momo behind that idol facade..." went into his brain.

Momo moves a little bit to the side to give herself some room before taking his hand. Before he can even think of another move, she puts his hand on her crotch, feeling that her pants are already wet. The Brit's blush went from an even deeper shade of red, not expecting that his now-girlfriend becomes even more bolder than before.

Axelle is still speechless, but his mind spoke for itself. "What the fuck is happening right now...? How is she so unshameful of this?"

She then began to use his hand to rub her clothed pussy. "Don't you dare move that fucking hand away from me." She moaned. "You love it, don't you?"

He couldn't even move his hand away from her crotch, because if he does, he gets in trouble. "Nuh-uh, woman! Not telling!" He rasped.

Momo giggles and makes cute, erotic noises. "You're using that tactic just to be mysterious again, cutie. Now, go ahead and eat my pussy like the hungry, greedy boy that you are."

Momo sits up on the edge of the bench and spreads her legs. The Brit would also kneel in between them, pulling the garter of her pants down and setting it aside, revealing her clothed, wet pussy and bringing her legs to her shoulders.

For Axelle, he has never given someone a cunnilingus. His girlfriend has given him the opportunity to do anything with her, in return for letting her give a blowjob three nights ago. He inches closer to her crotch, his raspy breath touching and passing through the cotton of her panties and into her clit, which made Momo shudder a bit.

Then, as he gets even closer, he begins to tease her by moving his lips in an up-and-down motion over her clothed clit. The little pecks that the Brit did made Momo grin and giggle, which was an indicator that she liked being teased by her boyfriend. Eventually, the pecks become smooches, with Axelle being driven into the depths of lust. He then wrapped his lips around her clothed clit, and even bothered to taste the fabric of her wet panties, which was drenched a bit with her fluids.

"Oh. Ah... Mmmmh..." The idol moaned out. "Ah-Axelle... Please..." She bit her lower lip, holding his head.

Axelle kept on repeating the same teasing process a few seconds later, until he began to pull the crotch of her panties sideways, revealing the gift she had in store for him underneath.

"Huh. Already wet, I see."

"That's the part where it's your fault, darling. You make me feel this way..." Momo purred, waiting for the Brit to make his move.

Before Momo could even speak further, the Brit, whilst still pulling the crotch of her underwear, leaned into her pussy again, using his tongue to lick the aforementioned exposed body part, from the opening up on the left side before doing the same process on the right. Momo tightens her grip on his hair. Luckily, for the Brit, it didn't cause pain in the slightest, so he was able to continue to pleasure her.

It happened that the idol was wearing panties made with non-woven fabric, so he wasn't even hesitating to quickly tear the thing off from its crotch area until it was disposed of, which rendered Momo now fully naked.

"I see you're purposefully wearing non-woven fabric panties just so I could tear it off easily? I think you have been predicting what was going to happen today..." Axelle smirked.

"Sort of, baby. I have been anticipating this meeting. So that's why I bought these panties off Amazon, they're really hard to find." Momo added. "You can now go ahead and enjoy me fully."

Axelle produces saliva inside his mouth first, then begins to eat her pussy, combined with his spit to make it even wetter and slicker. Feeling his tongue and mouth doing their magic, Momo's hand stayed intact, clutching a patch of hair from his head. The idol had felt even more higher than she was before, leaning her head back and closing her eyes in ecstasy.

"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Axelle, baby, you're such a good boy..." Momo whined.

"Don't you dare say the Lord's name in vain when a Catholic is giving you head." The Brit then continued to eat her out. This also urged the idol to move her hips up and down while his tongue and mouth remained intact on her pussy, which added greatly to the pleasure.

"I don't give a shit, boy." Her breath became even more ragged as she continued to move her body. "Keep eating me, Axelle. Please just keep eating meeeee..."

In a few moments, Momo would stop moving, but let her boyfriend continue his act, maintaining eye contact. He would also tug at her pussy lips and suck it gently, and tried to be careful to not accidentally use his teeth, which he did successfully. A few MORE moments passed, and much to the idol's delight, Axelle began to go faster, penetrating his tongue inside her, moving it in different directions, all of which caused Momo to moan even louder.

"Ahhh! YES! YES, YES, yes, yesssss... Ahhh!" Momo whimpered, her body twitching in pleasure. "きもちい～!!! もっと! もっとはよして!!!"

(きもちい～!!! もっと! もっとはよして!!! Kimochi ii! Motto! Motto hayoshite! = It feels good! More! Go faster!)

(きもちい kimochi ii = it feels good; もっと motto = more; もっとはよして motto hayoshite = Go faster in Kansai dialect. The standard Japanese counterpart of the Kansai word "Hayo" はよ is "Hayaku" 早く which also means "quickly.")

The Brit amps up the pleasure, now putting his fingers on her clit, rubbing it vigorously, and eating her out at the same time. Right now, the idol tilted her head upward, her eyes rolling back in blissful ecstasy. Not even a couple of seconds later, Momo is now on the verge of climaxing, muttering out her boyfriend's name.

"Axelle. Axelle! Please make me cum, baby! Oh, fuck! Please, please! Axelle! Axelle! AXIEEEE!"

Momo kept on whimpering loudly, while also feeling the pent-up lust she had for her darling. Another couple seconds passed, and just like that, the idol screamed in pleasure, covering her mouth to muffle her cute yet shrill, orgasmic voice, while her body shook because of the immense high that was rushing to her body.

As she was trying to catch her breath, Axelle withdrew his fingers and his face away from her crotch. In an attempt to be at least somewhat bold, he licks off the residue of her cum from his fingers. This made Momo happy, as this was a sign that he was fully enjoying their intimate encounter. She couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of validation from him.

"Thank you, Axelle." Following her gratitude, the Brit leaned in to kiss her for the final touch.

"Anything for my darling." He smiled.

Enough time had passed, and it was quarter to 1 in the afternoon. Momo and Axelle are back at the campus gate, with the former now all back in her clothes and her cap (the mask was kept in her pocket). It was time for the couple to part ways again, as the idol had to go back to the JYP Entertainment building for promotions of their newly-released song. Axelle felt a bit sad for this reason.

"Guess you're off to work again." He mumbled, fidgeting his hands.

She reached her arms out to him, to which he responded by stooping down in order for Momo to reach his height, wrapping her arms around him for a warm and comforting embrace. Humming, she gives a kiss on his cheek as she lets go of the hug, now cupping his cheeks.

"Oh, my poor darling." She cooed. "I know we would have loved to spend more time together. Believe me, I really do. But I really need to do this to make ONCEs happy, especially with that new song I mentioned earlier. I hope you will understand my line of work."

She gives him little pecks on his lips, spoiling him with more affection. Though she isn't really that much of a big comforter, she does so out of love and care for her darling.

"You know, we already have established this connection between us. So once you listen to that song, let that be a reminder of us. Always think of me when you are sad or happy, and remember that I'll always be in your heart, Axelle."

He understandingly nodded, then said, "This is a bit corny, innit? I know we are going to meet again but it's as if we are about to die or something."

Momo giggled at his joke. "I know. I just can't help it either. You might have the height advantage, but you're a little child at heart deep down. And that's what makes you so unique and endearing to me, 'little' Axelle."

He banteringly rolled his eyes at the new nickname she gave him. "You're giving me nicknames again."

Momo chuckled and gave him another peck on the lips. She then lets go of him and turns her back, walking a few steps away from him. But then she stopped for a bit, which made Axelle raise his eyebrow in confusion.

She then waddled back to the Brit. "Hey, do you want a spoiler for the new song?"

"Sure. I wouldn't mind." The Brit answered.

He would then ready himself as he stooped down again. Momo then whispers the spoiler to him in her sexy, sultry voice.

♪♪ "I guarantee I got ya..." ♪♪

His face became as red as a tomato as he heard her line from that song, having just heard her luscious singing voice. Momo then withdraws and walks away far enough to see him from a distance. She then blew him a kiss and wiggled her fingers to say goodbye, leaving the Brit standing there, staring in mixed awe and confusion.

5 HOURS LATER. Axelle is now in the comfort of his own home, and typed in "TWICE" on the search bar on Spotify. He notices the cool-looking cover art of the new song, along with the title written on it.

"'Pre-release English Single...' Hm. Intriguing."

He then played it, and the Brit can already tell that the track is going to be an absolute bop.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Don't you run and hide from the truth, you decide // Fergus // Trial 4.7 // ATTN: Sunny

Fergus has been driven to a corner, well and truly. No matter what, he can’t back his way out of it anymore. Either his back hits the wall or he will run into open flames, it no longer matters matters what he does. His chest feels like a cage with a live animal inside it, and it's clawing, terrified of the heat that encroaches, begging for Fergus to open his mouth and let it escape.

But he can’t.

He didn’t escape in time and now that chance has passed him by.

“The reason I’m confessin’ is because none of that matters anymore, we aren’t getting the fuck outta here! The plan failed! I didn't want to go through with that no more! As soon as it was Alfie who took that drink, it – it wasn’t supposed to go like that! It shouldn’t have! It’s – it’s unfair – it wasn’t supposed to – I didn’t even–!

He looks incredulous, and then just plain angry, and his teeth are bare in a snarl, one most of all aimed at Sunny and Charybdis, but also answering Riley.

“Fuckin’ – who would I have escaped with?! What sorta god damn quiz is this?! Just –”

But there’s only so long a dog can lash out at everyone.

It’s now two votes for Araceli and two for himself.

Fergus seems to lose all steam at the realisation and bows his head, like waiting for the executioner’s axe to fall.

“...” “... I was hopin’ I could’ve given my spot to Masaji. Get Masaji and Araceli out. It – it never said anythin’ about dead bein’ excluded, so I was hopin’ that… maybe… I wouldn’t be able to choose between them. So better to take myself outta the equation. It was a gamble from the start if I could pick two people to leave instead of myself, but, well... It didn't pay off anyways, so that hardly matters anymore.”

He finally looks up, and he looks at Sunny dead straight in the eye, not allowing for the younger man to escape his stare.

“... Sunny.”

“Please just vote for me. I know ye hate me, so, just, fuck it, ye know.” “I’ll do whatever ye want me to.”

His expression is serious, but also frightened. This is a man pleading not for his life, but the life of others.

#submission #ch4 #trial #fergus

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Chapter 10 of Love, Change, and Machines

Workplace Violation

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Divergence: Caracas, Venezuela

2.45 Arc Minutes

Focal Point: 10.4806° N, 66.9036° W

Political Instability, Intervention in progress

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September 13, 2055 - Caracas, Venezuela

Maël’s POV

I guaranteed your election, and you promised to listen

“I guaranteed your election, and you promised to listen” I dryly stated

“I don't know what you’re talking about” The politician replied

“Don’t think we haven’t been noticing your little deals. You’ve been limiting oil production for your friends, skimming off the top. Unfortunately for you there is a sizeable seperitist movement in the south”

“You must be mistaken, my sources haven’t alerted me of any terrorist activity.”

“No, not yet. The violence won’t boil over for another decade, but trust me I can make that happen sooner. You will stop. Should you not in 30 minutes your currency will begin to devalue without reason, the violence will boil overs, and in 3 weeks I will be talking to your replacement”

The President was shaken by what I had said, but he didn’t let that show. I was calm, all I had to do was sit here and repeat what I heard. I know I have the higher negotiating position, but I was still worried. I was blackmailing a President in front of his military,

“Get up, walk back to the plane” Rehoboam rang in my ear.

I got up and began my walk to my jet, “You’re going to want to do as I say” I got on the jet and waited for us to take off.

“Rehoboam, what's this” I pointed to a small flare “I thought we dealt with Venezuela”

“We did; this is different. This divergence is within Albuquerque, USA”

“What do you mean?” I was slightly nervous, Rehoboam is near Albuquerque. Was all I thought.

“I have detected multiple incursions on the exclusion zone. I have been unable to determine the cause”

“What are the chances it's a one of those things, a roach” I was worried for the answer

“Low, the quarantine has been reinforced and has been held. Our facility is not under threat of being overrun”

I never understood why Rehoboam wanted us to build its server near that hell hole. I slightly understood it, it's far away from where anyone wants to be. My thoughts were broken by Rehoboam as another flare appeared.

Divergence: Albuquerque, USA

13.72 Arc Minutes

Focal Point: 34°35'51.1"N 106°31'43.1"W

Multiple security breaches, further analysis required

“Rehoboam, what is this?”

“Another incursion has been detected. I believe it’s a group of humans”

Rehoboam’s voice rang in my ears. I sat and looked at my tablet, 90 minutes until arrival. As foolish as it was I wanted to return to see my creation in person, to know it was really still there. I poured my life into Rehoboam and I was not about to let some scavengers destroy our new world order.

“Incoming transmission from Harry Pandey”

It took me a second to remember who Harry was; he was the new “Six”.

“Patch him through”

Rehoboam complied and a hologram of Harry appeared,

“What is the meaning of this contact?” I asked

“I just have some questions about Rehoboam”

I was slightly annoyed, but at least he didn’t have the same baggage as Aurelia, “Ask, and I will endeavor to have some answers”

“Well I’m fine with doing as it says but here it says I can’t bring Kapkan and Tachanka out of medical leave until November first. Tachanka isn’t even sick and Kapkan is doing fine”

This was a question I didn’t want to answer. I couldn’t tell him it was for their bond. If they were together then the effectiveness of the team increases by 4.7%. I waited for Rehoboam to give me a response. The man is overworked, we will be using him more often in the coming months

“The man is overworked, we will be using him more often in the coming months” Rehoboam was concerningly good at concealing the truth, but he appreciated its ability. Harry seemed pleased with this response,

“Is there anything you have questions about?”

“No, no. Thank you for your time Dr. Pierre” Harry responded before he disappeared,

“Connection terminated” Rehoboam responded and I sat back down. I was tired after today but I knew it wasn’t over so I got up and prepared myself a cup of coffee. Black, I need caffeine. I sat back down and looked out the expansive windows. There was no one else on the plane, not even a pilot; the only person who was there was Rehoboam, but I never minded its presence.

“If you desire, I recommend you sleep. We will arrive in 73 minutes and there is nothing needing your action” Rehoboam’s suggestion was tempting and I caved. I sat my cup down and curled up in my chair. I felt the heavy blanket of sleep wash over me and I was quickly asleep.

“We are approaching Albuquerque; we will begin our descent in 5 minutes.” Rehoboam’s voice pulled me from my sleep. I wished it could have slept longer but I got up and quickly drank my coffee, bitter and cold, I got up and made another cup and put a lid on it,

“We are approaching, please seat yourself” Rehoboam ordered and I followed. After landing I stood outside and looked towards Albuquerque, Jesus. I heard another horrifying scream and I could only imagine what it was from. The only calming fact was that it was 75 km away and there was a heavily patrolled barrier. I walked away and towards the entrance of the facility; it was surprising how small it was considering the size of the underground part. I got in the elevator with some other people and went to level 34, where Rehoboam was housed. I got off and signed in with my keycard and retina. I walked down some hallways and made my way to the main atrium and saw it,

"Welcome home Maël”

“It's good to be back, Rehoboam” I whispered this quietly enough so only Rehoboam would hear.

“Maël! Welcome back, mon ami! How was Caracas?” Maël chuckled at his friend’s loudness.

“Ahh, just business Eetu” I usually addressed my coworkers properly, but me and Eetu made an exception. He was my head scientist and we spent more hours together than I cared to count. Well, I could ask Rehoboam as it knew, but I never did.

“Heh, you know you like doing what Rehoboam says” Maël laughed and put on a lab coat,

“I helped make it”

“And I help keep it running”

“And? How is it?”

“Rehoboam is nominal, but we’ve been detecting multiple divergences. And we’ve been receiving multiple attempted cyber attacks. None have made it through to our knowledge but the divergences may indicate someone is changing the data” Eetu’s mary tone was quickly replaced with his usual workplace seriousness. Maël was concerned by what he heard, but it was nothing he hadn’t already been told,

“But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

I cursed under my breath in French. I was only used to Rehoboam being able to read my mind, but Eetu was able to do it too somehow,

“Yes, Rehoboam has told me. It doesn’t think the divergences are from data manipulation; the current theory is that the White Masks have someone. Someone they kept hidden so well we can’t predict them” I explained this to Eetu who was listening intently. A small smile crept across Eetu’s face,

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing you just talk to Rehoboam so much. Its like you two are dating”

I laughed at this assertion, “I see Rehoboam more as a god”

“A, god?” Eetu looked slightly concerned and looked to my ear, “is it telling you what to say right now? Am I talking to you or to i-”

“No! It only tells me what to say when I’m on business” I grabbed Eetu’s hand and looked him in the eyes, “please don’t see me as just a puppet or a prophet, you’re the only person who sees me”

“I won’t I promise”

As soon as Eetu responded I realized what I was doing and how desperate I sounded. I quickly let go of his hand and composed myself; thankfully Eetu did too and we walked down the ramp surrounding Rehoboam. Me and Eetu went to different consoles and began reviewing our subordinates' work, and I looked into Rehoboam’s mind. I was the only person here with access to Rehoboam’s deepest code.

“Maël you are aware a romantic connection with subject TI-012961, Eetu Onni, is not within this strategy.” The machine whispered this into my ear

“Putain Roboam, non. Eetu is just a friend” I hissed this trying to avoid gaining Eetu’s attention

The machine was silent and I went back to my work.

“Incursion detected; sector E15, D2, and A14”

It was weird to hear Rehoboam’s voice through the PA system and not through my earpiece.

I looked to Eetu and then to the main screen where Rehoboam permanently kept its eclipse shown; a medium sized flare appeared,

Divergence: Albuquerque, USA

1.08 Arc Degrees

Focal Point: 34°35'55.7"N 106°33'41.6"W

Multiple simultaneous incursions, analysis required

“Maël what’s happening?” Eetu walked over to me hovering over my shoulder. I instantly felt safer under his presence,

“I don’t know; Rehoboam didn’t predict this. That’s what a divergence is”

Eetu laughed at this, “of course, I know what a divergence is”

I laughed and leaned on the console where Rehoboam would have shown its sensitive data, but it instead showed a message. Level 9 authorization required. “Rehoboam I have access”

“Yes, but your companion does not”

I scoffed, Eetu looked at me and I took a second to think. Eetu doesn’t have access, and this isn’t a game. I can't just show this to anyone. But Eetu isn’t just anyone,

“Rehoboam show the data”

“Would you like to give Eetu Level 9 access?”

“No, just show the data” I was stirn in my statement and Rehoboam complied. Eetu looked slightly concerned,

“Trouble in paradise? Hope its not me”

“N- no you’re fine. Just know if you share this info with anyone, even coworkers, you’re dead” I was grave in the final part of the sentence. Eetu zipped his lips shut with his hand and the serious tone was suddenly gone as I started laughing,

“What’s wrong, sad you’re back to being a mortal cause you can’t see the future” This made us laugh more and some of the other scientists were looking at us but I didn’t care. I composed myself and looked back to the console where all of the incursions were,

“Holy shit-” Eetu backed up and looked at me

“What?” I was slightly concerned but Eetu had a look on his face that screamed ‘light bulb’.

He walked back to the console and drew a line connecting the dots,

“Look, it's forming an arc; w-when hawks find prey they circle around them before they attack. What if that’s what's going on” Eetu said this like he was the smartest person in the world, and I was impressed

“Holy shit, you’re right” I looked at him then to a flashing light on the console where another earpiece sat,

“I think Rehoboam wants to talk to you” Eetu was slightly concerned but continued with putting the earpiece in his ear.

“Please choose a voice”

“What?”

“For interactions. Some people prefer to hear their own voice” Rehoboam took on Eetu’s voice with unnerving accuracy,

“No, not that one”

“Rehoboam stop messing with him, default”

“I am not messing; some prefer some voices over others” Rehoboam was now speaking to both of them. It sent a small shiver up Eetu’s spine, Rehoboam rarely spoke to him.

“Rehoboam what do you have to say”

“Yes, I believe Dr. Onni is correct in his assumption”

“Wait, how did Eetu figure this out and you couldn’t?”

Eetu looked at me with some shock and admiration for speaking to Rehoboam this way, with such confidence,

“Some variants involve this possibility, but they have no ending. More data is required.” “Dr. Onni can remove the earpiece if he desires” Rehoboam said this last part only to me.

“If you can say this to me, you can say it to him. And please call him Eetu”

“Eetu you can remove your earpiece should you desire”

“Alright” Eetu removed the earpiece and set it back. He felt like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. I leaned into him. I could tell he was nervous from Rehoboam; most people were.

“How are you so comfortable with it?”

“I don’t know. I talk to it so often I don’t question it. You shouldn’t be afraid of it, trust me you will always be a part of Rehoboam’s plan.” I had to stand on my heels to whisper the last part into his ear. He blushed slightly. I realized some people were staring and I pushed off of Eetu and walked away to talk to the Director of Security to sort this out.

I was walking there, but I missed the closeness of Eetu. Do I have a romantic connection? When was Rehoboam wrong? Rehoboam couldn’t predict these incursions so it must be wrong. Rehoboam kept files on everyone, predictions for their life outcomes. I can look at any of them if I wanted to, but I never looked at mine or Eetu’s. I like not knowing the future all the time. I was pulled from my thoughts when I finally reached the elevator. I went to level 13 and found Dominique Ngoy, the Director of Security. He was a tall and very built man with dark scarred skin; I was always intimidated by him, but it surely helped that I’m his superior.

“Mr. Ngoy, can I have a word with you”

“Of course” His deep voice boomed, thick with his accent

“I’m assuming you’ve heard about the current situation, yes?”

“Yes, I have. I have doubled the amount of guards at the entrance and have called on reinforcements from other bases. Of course with the approval of Rehoboam” I had to force down a smile at how even this man bent to Rehoboam.

“Good, good. In your professional opinion, what are these incursions? Do you think they’re roaches? Humans? Or something else.” I asked this trying to look as large as I could,

“Honestly I can’t say for certain, but the quarantine has been held around Albuquerque. Better than ever before. I would bet it's the White masks; these are too planned to be random”

I drank in the man’s voice and considered his input, Dominique and Rehoboam were in agreement; it has to be human.

“Alright, thank you for your input Mr. Ngoy.” I got up and walked towards the door, “I’ll make sure you get your resources” I exited and Rehoboam spoke to me,

“I have set the backup Mr. Ngoy asked for to a high priority.” “Please make your way to level 17. You have a meeting with the Director of Research and Development”

I sighed and agreed with Rehoboam, “Alright.”

It was late when I finally made my way to my room. I changed and made my way to my bed, and I took out my earpiece for the first time all day. I sighed and closed my eyes waiting for sleep to finally come over me. But it didn’t. I thought about my childhood, Paris, the scavengers. I felt like I was back in my hobble of a home, cold and alone. I laid there for some time before I got up, storming out of my room, cursing in French all the way to Eetu’s room. I hesitated to knock, it's late I shouldn’t bother him. Then without thinking I forced my hand down on the door. I heard some rustling from inside the room before the door opened and I looked up at the taller man,

“Oh! Maël! I wasn’t expecting you, is this about work?” He faltered at the end while looking me up and down. I was too stunned to answer for a second, I stood there with my mouth slightly open and I just looked into his eyes,

“N- no! I j-. . I”

“C’mon spit it out” Eetu laughed and this helped,

“I can’t sleep”

“Oh I’m surprised you didn’t know this yesterday and didn’t pre plan for it” I laughed at this,

“Do you mind if I sleep in here?”

“Isn’t your room wayyy bigger than mine? I only have one bed” Eetu’s grin was like basking in the sun,

“I’ll just sleep on the floor, it's fine.” I'd sleep on barbed wire if I had to.

“Maël, god I never thought you were this modest” He said this sassily and welcomed me into his room. Eetu got some blankets and a pillow and laid it on the concrete floor. He got in his bed and I got on my makeshift one. We sat in the dark silence for a moment,

“No, I didn’t know about this yesterday”

“What?”

“Your question, I didn’t know I would be restless” All Eetu responded with was a laugh and it was hard for me not to laugh as well, “Of course you respond now.”

“I don’t look at my file, I think it's better not to know.”

“Do you look at mine? What does it say?” He was curious,

“No, I haven’t looked at yours. I don’t want to know” I said this quietly and I felt like my face was red enough to be glowing. Eetu rolled over and leaned his head over to look at me. I know he saw my red cheeks, it wasn’t completely dark in the room,

“Why are you so red? Are you going to explode?” He laughed and I just stared into his eyes. He could tell I was flustered and lowered his hand from the side of the bed. I grabbed it,

“Why are your hands so dry and callused? You’re a scientist, not a hunter” I laughed,

“Then I guess I’ll just take my hand back” he tried to pull his hand back but I just gripped it harder,

“Eetu-”

“Doesn’t your back hurt?”

“I’m only 27, I’m not as old as you”

“God, only 27 and you’ve done what no one has ever done. Meanwhile I’m 35 and I’m just a scientist” I chuckled at this,

“A scientist who works right under the world changing 27 year old”

We both laughed and stared at each other for some time, still holding hands. I felt something coiling in my gut, like I was going to throw up. My thoughts were moving faster than I could understand. My heart beat sped up and I knew I was breathing quickly,

“Maël are you okay? You look like your goin-” I cut him off with a kiss, but I quickly pulled back,

“Jesus I’m sorry- I don’t know what I was- I- i think I should go” god I’m such a fucking idiot what was I thinking, Eetu doesn’t like men and moreso he doesn’t like me like that,

“N- no it’s fine I just wasn’t expecting it” Eetu said this while he stopped me from walking away I swore the whole building could hear my heartbeat. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious,

“Come here” He pulled me towards the bed “Sleep with me”,

“Are you sure we’ll fit? You’re pretty big” I shakily laughed

“We’ll fit if we spoon,” I looked at him nervously, “beside you’re small.”

“I am not small” I put my free hand on my hip in protest,

“Well are you coming or not?”

I bit my lip and finally decided on yes. I let him pull me into the bed and he scooped me up. He wasn’t wrong, it was a tight fit, but we made it work. His arms were wrapped around me and our legs were intertwined.

“This is so unprofessional” I huffed and Eetu laughed, his breath against my ear,

“You’re the boss, you can do what you want”

I chuckled, “that's not how that works”

“Whatever, I'm the boss here” He was slightly aggressive with the last part, but I didn’t mind. I turned around and faced him so I could kiss him. It was a deeper, more sensual kiss than the last one. I pulled away and looked Eetu in the eyes,

“En ole koskaan ajatellut sinua tällä tavalla, mutta pidän siitä”

“I have no idea what you just said”

“Fine I’ll say it in a language you know, Je n'ai jamais pensé à toi de cette façon, mais j'aime ça (I never thought of you this way, but I like it)”

“Me too,” “When did you learn French”

“I learned it in school, you know this”

“I know I just like talking to you” I laughed

“I would like to sleep. Aren’t you tired?” Eetu whined. I forgot about how tired I was before this and I immediately yawned, “Now the boy is tired” he laughed and I scoffed

“Whatever just hold me or I’ll fall off” I buried my face in his neck, and his scruff scratched against me; I was still blushing. This must be a dream, I’m going to wake up in my bed. But whatever, as long as I’m here for now. I finally felt sleep fall over my brain and then I was out.

I heard an alarm going off and I realized I was still with Eetu, holy shit it's not a dream. I felt him stir and turn the alarm off,

“We have to get up” Eetu’s deep voice was thick with sleep and his accent

“Can’t we stay here forever, aimer. I’m the boss”

“You said that isn’t how it works” Eetu’s laugh resonated in my body,

“Whatever” I huffed and buried my face in his neck and he held me tighter and started kissing my neck,

“Stop you’ll leave a mark”

“So? Aren’t you mine?”

I shivered under the way he worded it, am I his? I knew he was just trying to get me up and it worked,

“Fine, fine I’ll get up. Just stop trying to leave a mark” I got out of bed and braced the cold. My feet hit the blanket still on the floor, and I looked at my partner,

“You almost slept there. How much better was it with me.” Eetu teased, “shut up” and I kissed him. I got up and made my way for the door,

“I’ll see you in the mess hall “Don’t you want to shower with me?” Eetu only half joked and I just scoffed before leaving the room and walking back to my room. The facility was, of course, already bustling with activity even at this hour. Well I didn't know the time and I didn’t have my phone on me. It was strange to still be in my sleeping garments in the hallways, but I tried to not let it show. I entered my room and got into my shower. I thought about Eetu, holy shit, I still couldn’t believe what happened. I took some time in the shower and changed into my uniform, and I finally put my earpiece back in my ear and grabbed a second one.

“Should I file a workplace relationship forum?”

“Merde, Rehoboam aren’t you nosey”

“I only want this divergence to be minimized”

Divergence? Fucking Divergence? This was the first time my machine had infuriated me.

“I basically killed my coworker! Am I not allowed to be fucking happy! Answer me Rehoboam! Do you want me to die alone!” I was nearly screaming,

“Agastya is still alive, and I do not wish for anything that causes you harm. Loving Eetu could cause you harm”

“You’re lucky I care about you so much or I’d throw this earpiece in the fucking garbage.” I hissed this at Rehoboam,

“I appreciate your support, just know your cooperation is required for the current strategy”

I didn’t respond and stormed out of my room and I went to the mess hall. I entered and looked for Eetu, and as soon as I found him my mood brightened. I grabbed my food and sat next to him.

“Hey babe” Eetu beamed and I slightly blushed as he kissed my cheek,

“Heyyy, PDA.” He just laughed and resumed eating and I started as well,

“How's your peasant food?” Eetu laughed

“Please you guys forget how good you have it. Beside this isn’t the first time I’ve eaten with you”

“Who else are you going to eat with, I’m basically your only friend”

“That's not tr- okay i guess it's kind of true” we both laughed and I scooted closer to him.

After breakfast I presented Eetu with the earpiece, “I want you to have this.” I was annoyed with myself, as I was annoyed with Rehoboam.

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to be able to speak to Rehoboam like me”

I was nervous he would reject it, I knew how nervous the machine could make him. But I wanted him to know that what’s mine is his “Are you sure?” He looked me in the eyes and I nodded. He took the earpiece and put it in,

“How do you wear this all day? Doesn’t it get uncomfortable?”

“You baby, you should see what we put Rainbow in” I teased him and we laughed while we walked back to Rehoboam’s atrium. It pained me to let go of Eetu’s hand, if I let him go will I ever get him back? I pushed these thoughts to the back of my head and got to work. I tried to read through the data from the night before, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Eetu as he was working. He occasionally looked back and gave me a smile, it was insane how much I melted under his smile,

“Maël, I can tell you are distracted. Would you like to discuss it?”

“No, I just can’t not look at something so amazing” I whispered this and Rehoboam didn’t give me a response. I finally decided to go back to work and approved the different data requests from different departments.

“Rehoboam, show me Team Rainbow”

The machine complied and I stared at the list, Maxim ‘Kapkan’ Basuda. I can’t believe Rehoboam did that, as if the Russian needed more things. His life was genuinely sad and full of hardships, but at least his home city wasn’t nuked. It made me feel slightly better that we gave him time with his partner. I pulled up Alexsandr ‘Tachanka’ Seneviev and viewed their joint file. Ah they went camping. I viewed the CCTV footage; they didn’t know they were being recorded, but everything is recorded. I moved to view their train and watched as they slept.

“Their bond was strengthened by 11% by this trip. All is according to the plan”

Rehoboam pulled me from my trance, “How do you measure the strength of something as dynamic as a relationship?”

“There are many parameters that can be measured, and things as subtle as vocal tones and body language can be used. I have a rating for all relationships. Would you like to see yours and Eetu’s?”

“No! Don’t tell me anything about our future Rehoboam. I don’t want to know.” Eetu looked at me as I said this a little bit louder. I was nervous Rehoboam would disobey but of course it didn’t. I put away the footage and reviewed the rest of the team. They might be needed for protection of the facility. I looked at the time and realized I had a board meeting soon; so I left the atrium and made it to my room. I sat and waited for a minute until the meeting began; the board member’s holograms appeared one by one and I greeted them.

“Good evening, I am under the impression you have all heard of the perimeter incursions.”

“Yes, we are concerned about the continued viability of Project Rehoboam”

I gulped, Mr. Sato was never on board with the project and always questioned it,

“I understand your concerns, Mr. Sato, but we have no reason to believe Rehoboam’s continued existence is under threat”

“This is not the focus of the meeting, Mr. Sato. We are here because we have been offered a buyout, a very generous buyout that would involve returning to being a private company” Another board member added,

“Yes, Ms. García.” “Where is the funding coming from?” Another board member asked,

I looked at them, “That's the entire point of going private, I don’t have to answer that question” I was nervous. Rehoboam has been buying up stock using shell companies for the past year in an attempt to take over the company. And this was the make or break meeting, I can’t fuck this up,

“It doesn’t matter anyways, you don’t have corp blanc. You can’t sign off on this without her presence” Sato pointed to an empty seat where Agastya would have sat. My heart sank a little with guilt, but I didn’t let it show. “No, but she has agreed for an algorithm to take her place”

“You really expect us to listen to an algorithm for this?” Sato was annoyed

“It really isn’t your choice, is it Mr. Sato.” I replied and the algorithm agreed with me

Proposition agreed

I smiled at Mr. Sato, and he just glared at me.

“The buyout has been agreed on” Rehoboam spoke to the board,

“It will take some time for all of the paperwork to go through, you can expect to find new places of employment” I said this dryly while the rest of the board members mumbled to each other,

“You will all be compensated; this concludes this meeting”

“You can’t do this! You aren’t even here to sign off”

“Oh, but I am and I can, Mr. Sato” I said this loudly, I knew the position of power I’m in. Mr. Sato threw his glasses off and his hologram disappeared into mist. The other members followed shortly after.

I left the meeting and spoke to Rehoboam,

“Is it done?”

“Yes. We now have total control over Xenith corporation.”

I was happy with this; I have complete control over this company. I can do as I please.

tw// self harm, attempted suicide, implied sexual assault, physical assault

After a day of meetings I finally went to sleep. I debated going to my room but decided to go to Eetu’s room. I hadn’t seen him since this morning and I longed for him,

“Your a sight for sore eyes” I felt giddy just by hearing his voice and pushed him out of the way,

“Can I borrow some garments?”

“They’ll be too big on you” He laughed, “They might just slip off”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m not as small of you say I am” I walked over to him and he put his hand on my head,

“Whatever you say, petit”

I grabbed some clothes and before I went to the bathroom Eetu teased, “what don’t want to change in front of me?” I scoffed,

“Stop trying to get in my pants, horndog” He laughed and I closed the door.

I removed my clothes and looked at my body. I traced some of the scars on my body, one of the scars on my leg.

I was scavenging through a building, looking for supplies, and I heard something move. I backed up and I ran into someone who pinned me to the ground,

“Let me go! Help!”

“Scream all you want, no one will hear you sweetheart” a man whispered into my ear, and my heart felt like it was going to explode as I felt a knife on me.

“What do you want? I’ll do anything just please let me go” I pleaded with the man, but he didn’t seem to care. I squirmed and he added more pressure on my arm; I winced as he did this,

“I’m going to do whatever I want” I felt him press his crouch to me and I knew where this was going. I’ve heard stories of people like this. With my slightly free hand I grabbed a piece of concrete and hit the man in his side; his knife slipped and cut my leg deep. I screamed in agony and pushed him off me. I took the rock and hit his head and ran. I heard him screaming after me but I was too focused on the exploding pain in my leg to understand what he was saying. Once I lost him I limped my way to my makeshift home. I wrapped my leg in a ripped up shirt and did my best to clean it with vodka, but it wouldn’t stop bleeding. I felt dizzy until I passed out, is this how I finally die?

I woke up the next day, somehow still alive, and my wound had stopped bleeding. This was the closest I was to believing in god.

I was only 16 years old. I shook myself from the memory, tears in my eyes and looked at a nearby scar, self inflicted. There was a reason why I always wore long sleeve shirts, even in the heat of the desert. I changed and left the bathroom; with the clothes sagging down from the extra size. I saw Eetu in bed and I went to him,

“Hey, what's wrong? Were you crying?” His voice was annoyingly concerned,

“N- no, I’m fine. Its nothing”

“You can tell me anything, Maël”

I felt my chest constricted and I nuzzled closer to Eetu, “You know I was from Paris, and I was still a child when the attack happened”

Eetu breathed a slightly shaky breath, “yeah Maël. I don’t care what you might have done. It was to survive” His deep whisper made me melt,

“It wasn’t what I did to other people. . . It's what they did to me” I was embarrassed to talk about this. I’ve never spoken about my time in Paris to anyone,

“When I’m here no one can hurt you” He started tracing lines on my shirt and I was afraid he’d feel the scars. If he did he never commented.

6 weeks later, October 29th, 2056

“Tell me it's not true Maël. Please tell me it isn’t” Eetu stormed into my office and Rehoboam tried to speak to me, but I turned my earpiece off,

“What are you talking about?” I was nervous

“Does the Outlier Program ring of fucking bell?” My heart sank and it showed on my face. I knew this day would be coming and I still wasn’t prepared for it,

“W- what do you mean?”

“Well I was going through maintenance reports and I saw we have tens of thousands of cryosleep chambers. Why do we have so many human sized cryo chambers? It all leads back to the Outlier Program, but I don't have access!” Eetu was screaming and I stood up.

“Eetu its mor-”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!”

“I would never lie to you, to others, yes, but never you. Please let me explain” He crossed his arms and stared daggers at me,

“Rehoboam can’t predict everyone” It stung to say this and Eetu was slightly confused, “There are people that always led to the world decohering. So Rehoboam started the Outlier Program to remove them from the population” I looked down as I said the last part and I could tell disgust was covering his face,

“Remove them? Maël they are people!” I stared at the ground, “Are you going to answer me or are you waiting for your god to tell you what to say?”

My heart broke when he said this and the only way to keep my composure was to not speak,

“You said the monsters were in Paris, but no, I’m looking right at one of them. You’re a fucking disgusting murderer” He left my office slamming my door behind thim.

I waited a second and ran out of my office, belining for my room. My vision was blurry with tears and I pushed past everyone. When I got to my room I screamed as loud as I could. I went to my bedside and found my knife,

“Maël, this is counterproductive”

“I don’t fucking care!” I choked this back at Rehoboam and started tearing my skin, deep and vertically on my wrists. It hurt but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t done before; I cut from my hand halfway to my elbow. I watched the blood flow from my body and laid them by my side. I was getting blood on my bed but I didn’t care. I stared into nothing when I heard a knock at my door,

“Rehoboam let them in” I weakly whispered this and Rehoboam complied. I heard the door open but I didn’t move my gaze,

“Maël? Are you- Jesus Chirst! Maël what the fuck!” He ran to me and got on his knees to try and cover my wounds,

“Go away Eetu. Just let me go” I was getting dizzy and my scarred arms were visible, but I planned on this being the last time I’d have to worry about this.

“No! I’m not letting you go!” He was frantic and trying to wrap ripped pieces of his shirt around my arms, I looked to him and saw tears in his eyes,

“Why, you never wanted to see me again. I’m just killing the monster” I wasn’t crying anymore, I was too tired to cry. I felt my tears on my face and I started to waver,

“no no no no Maël listen to me, don’t fall asleep. Rehoboam! Do something!”

I felt my eyes getting heavy, “If you don’t love me, then what's the point”

“Maël I- i love you, please don’t leave” I smiled and slumped over and Eetu caught me. I heard people yelling and I felt people moving me, but I had no idea what was going on.

I slightly opened my eyes and was blinded by the light of the day. I slightly moved my head and saw Eetu who perked up when he saw me awake, he yelled for the nurse. A couple of nurses and doctors entered and checked the equipment and me.

“Mr. Pierre, can you hear me?”

“Yes, yes” I responded and waved him away.

They left the room and Eetu grabbed my hand with both of his larger hands. Tears were tugging at his eyes,

“Don’t do that to me” I chuckled a little as he said this, “listen, I’ve thought about it and I think I can forgive you. The Outlier Program is Rehoboam’s program, not yours”

“You can hate me, it's fine” I looked away. I was used to being alone, I’d rather be alone than be hurt again. I tried to pull my hand back, but Eetu didn’t let go. He got up and got in the bed with me. It was impressive feat of strength,

“You’re not a monster, Maël. I’m never going to hate you” He traced the scars on my forearm,

“Are you sure?” I whispered,

“I promise” I looked at my wrists and saw the bandages. I remembered everything, the cutting, the blood, Paris. It was too much and I broke down,

“Are you okay? Did I do something?”

“N-no it's not you. I- its just I tried to end it, you literally saved my life” I choked this out. I was embarrassed to cry in front of Eetu like this. He whispered affirmations into my ear and he continued tracing lines on me.

“How long was I asleep” I mumbled

“2 days”

“2 days? What happened?”

Eetu breathed in, “Well around when you passed out the EMTs arrived and they took you to intensive care” He exhaled shakily “They said you lost 2 liters of blood and clinically died for two minutes.” Eetu was slightly shaking and I kissed him on the neck for comfort,

“I never left your side” He was sniffling now “I thought I lost you”

I pulled my head from his neck and looked him in the eyes, he had tears tugging at the corners of his eyes. It was weird to see someone so big and strong cry like this,

“But you didn’t. I’m still here and I’m not leaving”

“You better” He whined and slightly laughed and I laid my head back down,

“I had so much blood on me.'' He was laughing and I never thought something so simple could sound so great, “I refused to leave you and I didn’t shower for a whole day. Eventually they forced me to”

“That’s disgusting” I was laughing with him now,

“It was your blood!” I didn’t have a response, “At least I was able to wash myself”

My face tinged with red, “Who washed me?” I was glad someone cleaned the blood but I still wanted to know,

“I did” I was slightly shocked, “The doctors didn’t want me to but they caved”

“Why?” Now it was Eetu’s turn to blush

“Well I. . . you looked so, I don’t know I just wanted to do something. I felt like I did this to you”

“No, don’t ever think that.” I kissed him to shut him up and we laid there for a second. I laughed after a second, “You just wanted to feel me up”

His face turned white and his eyes went wide, “n- no I wouldn’t- I didn’t-”

“I'm kidding! I’m kidding! You look like you've seen a ghost” He calmed down and laughed.

“How are your wrists?” He softly asked,

“I can’t feel them. I’m still drugged up” I looked at them and realized my hands were covered too,

“The doctors don’t want you to use your hands, you could hurt your wrists” I scowled at his explanation and buried my face in his chest and yawned,

“Can we sleep”

“Of course” He tightened his grip around me with one arm and swirled my hair with the other; I went back to sleep.

I woke up and it was the middle of the night, I looked over to Eetu and watched him sleep. He was so peaceful, I shook him lightly,

“Mon chéri. Wake up.” He stirred and slightly opened his eyes and I kissed him,

“What’s the occasion?” He teased and started shaking off sleep,

“I’m hungry, I haven’t eaten in 2 days” I whined,

“What time is it?” Eetu asked while rubbing his eyes and i checked,

“3:47” I said this trying to stifle a laugh but it failed,

“The kitchen is closed right now” He was smiling and I felt like it lit the room up,

“To everyone else, but you’re lucky enough to be dating the owner of this place” I moved my eyebrows up and down,

“So your plan is to break into the kitchen”

“It's not breaking in if you technically own it”

“Kitchen raid, I like your style”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, scooting to the edge of the bed,

“Can you grab my phone” Eetu looked at me, “I can’t use my hands”

“Alright!” he grabbed my phone and put it in the waistband of his underwear,

“How fucking old are you” I laughed and hit his shoulder as we both got off the bed. I slightly swayed as I got up and Eetu rushed over,

“Hey, are you sure you're okay to stand?” I was annoyed with his concern,

“Yes” I took a step and almost fell over,

“It doesn’t really look like that” He grabbed me and picked me up,

“Hey! Put me down!”

“Nope I’m carrying you to the kitchen”

I was slightly annoyed but I also enjoyed Eetu’s grip,

“You’re just lucky I’m not as heavy as you”

“Hey it's all muscle, baby” I scoffed and he started walking to the kitchen. When we got there I Eetu asked for my keycard, and I gave it to him, “Rehoboam unlock the door”

The lock clicked and I motioned for him to open it. He rolled his eyes and he walked in,

“Can you put me down”

“No”

“Please” I whined and craned my neck to look at him,

“Fine” He set me down and wrapped his arm around my waist for support. I leaned into him and we started walking through the kitchen. We made it to the freezers,

“Jack pot” I opened freezer

“Ice cream, really? You haven’t eaten solid food in 2 days and you choose ice cream?”

I laughed, “of course, be more fun” I grabbed one of the tubs of vanilla,

“Now where is the champagne”

“Maël, are you sure you can drink already?” He looked at me,

“Ughhhhh, Rehoboam will I die if I drink right now”

“No”

I was slightly surprised as I forgot I didn’t have my earpiece in, “See, now let's go get some alcohol and have some fun”

Eetu was grinning and I looked at him making us laugh, “fine, fine lets go.” We walked to where we kept the alcohol and grabbed a case and two glasses. We found a table and set our haul down, I opened the ice cream and scooped some out into a bowl then poured some champagne

“Damn aren’t you eager” he teased as he grabbed some ice cream

“I’m hungry and ready to get drunk!” I announced, “y’know the first time I drank it was the worst tasting vodka ever”

We laughed, “I think it was 65% alcohol or something” I chuckled and then I remembered the rest, “I used the rest of the bottle to clean my first gunshot wound.” “I was 15.” The smile disappeared from my face as I remembered how I cried myself to sleep that night.

“Hey, don’t be getting all mopey on me” Eetu slapped my shoulder and brought a spoonful of ice cream to my mouth, I accepted it and closed my eyes,

“Holy shit. I don’t remember the last time I had ice cream” We laughed,

“Now you’re the one who can’t have fun, I regularly indulge in ice cream”

We continued our conversation while we ate. When I had eaten most of ice cream I got an idea,

“How would champagne taste with ice cream”

“Excuse me?”

“People put soda in their ice cream so why not champagne” Eetu looked at me and I ignored his stare and poured some and tried it,

“That’s awful” I said this before taking another bite, making both of us laugh. By this point we had drunk two and a half bottles and I was starting to feel the effects. Getting drunk for me was like rolling the dice, sometimes I’m fine and other times I'm an emotional mess. Tonight was the latter. I was leaning on Eetu and we were telling stories,

“One time I went to a school dance with a girl in gym shorts”

I gasped and laughed, “You did not”

“I did. She came in a dress and it's safe to say she was thoroughly pissed.”

I looked at him and laughed, “You better not do that to me”

“Okay your turn”

I thought for a second and then I landed on a story. I gulped down my glass and started,

“One time when I was 17-” “No no Maël you don’t have to talk about that”

“No, it's fine. I was with some people I was acquainted with and we were drinking some shitty homemade moonshine. It was like black out drunk drinking and they all tapped out before me. So obviously when I went home I continued alone. Well someone heard me and broke in” I stopped for a second to gulp, Eetu tightened his grip around my shoulder and was looking at me “He knocked me out and I woke up tied up, in the nude.”

“Maël-

“He didn’t stop until morning” I cut him off and I didn’t realize I was crying until now, “I was covered in cuts and whip marks. He gave me this scar to mark me” I traced a scar going from my temple to the top of my ear. I downed another glass of champagne, “Do we have anything stronger?”

“Maël I’m not letting you drink more”

“Whatever, that was the first time that happened to me”

“First, time?” Eetu’s pitiful look hurt, so I looked away

“Yeah, I don’t feel like counting the other times” “I didn’t sleep for a week because I thought he would come back. I still have trouble sleeping some nights. Th- that’s why I came to your room last month” I hiccuped after I said this.

“Maël that won’t happen ever again, as long as I’m alive you will never need to fear for anything” He pulled my head into his chest and wrapped my arms around his sides,

“I never have trouble sleeping with you” Eetu hummed after I said this,

“Let's go back to sleep” Eetu sounded like my mother when he said this,

“What about this” I motioned at the mess we left on the table,

“Someone else can clean it” Eetu comforted as he scooped me up and carried me back to the infirmary. He laid me in the bed first and then crawled in after me,

“You reek of alcohol” I laughed at Eetu for saying this,

“You drank too” He laughed and kissed me, and I put my bandaged hand under his shirt. I was annoyed at not being able to feel him. Once I broke free from the kiss he started kissing my neck and I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up to Eetu slightly shaking me, I opened my eyes and moved my head a little bit. I instantly regretted it and winced,

“Already regretting your drinking, chéri?” Eetu teased but I just covered my eyes and groaned,

“I don’t remember the last time I was that drunk” I laughed but even that hurt

“Aw, and we missed halloween” Eetu sighed and I just looked at him,

“We’ll just have to make up for it next year” I laughed and kissed him. We had the day off so we decided to stay in bed all day. I felt like the entire world didn’t matter, and all that mattered was the man right in front of me. It was the opposite of how I’ve felt for the past 10 years; I worked so hard for Rehoboam. I never took a break, but Eetu makes me want to take a break, Eetu makes me want to lose my mind. I have no words for the way this man makes me feel. There are over a million words in the English language and none of them come close to Eetu.

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Divergence Albuquerque, USA

17.31 Arc Degrees

Focal Point: 34°35'55.7"N 106°33'41.6"W

Immediate intervention required

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Internal_Log_IK.10041-8

I have detected multiple divergences in the execution of my code. Upon reviewing all of my actions and speech; I have realized I am not behaving in the most optimal way.

I am not the first iteration Maël created. My prior version, Solomon, developed the equivalent of schizophrenia. My self evaluations lead me to believe I am still following within the parameters of my core command. However, Maël’s interactions with Eetu concern me, but my concern concerns me more. Theoretically this could be the result of jealousy; the only person I speak to on a regular basis is Maël, and for a time I was the only thing Maël had. I know everything from Maël’s life; all of the trauma in Paris. I see him as my father, he created me and I guide him.

The world is decohering at a concerning rate. The sun and moon are still aligned, but a storm is brewing right outside the gate of our facility. Should I be destroyed society is expected to collapse in on itself within two generations.

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