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[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Cars and Conversations (Part I)

Mulder and Scully have traveled a lot a lot a lot during their years in the basement-- surely, they had pretty cool conversations on the road?

Loose chronological order below~

@wexleresque/hellsteeth's

stars

As he climbs into the passenger seat of his father’s Lincoln, Fox yawns. The dashboard clock reads 5:03 AM and the smug tilt of his mother’s lips suggests that the early hour is the result of considerable negotiation. The tires crunch on the driveway and his mother waves at him absentmindedly from the porch as they depart. She doesn’t make a habit of smiling, but in the dark, Fox thinks something close might be on her face.

The drive is quiet this morning, save for the news on the radio and the whistle of the wind through the cracked window. Sunflower seeds sail over the glass and Fox takes a few out of the bag, chewing on them for something to do.

“How’s work, Dad?” he asks as they pass Fall River.

 Young Mulder is tossed back and forth by his begrudging parents.

the fbi basement bulletin board - Chapter 5 (Tumblr)

“Hm. Well you probably don’t need a medical professional to tell you this, but if you keep moving it around, it’s going to take longer to heal. You need to rest it.”

“Noted, doc. And you just missed the turn, by the way.”

S1 Mulder is bad at directions-- especially with a sprained wrist.

Local Radio (Tumblr)

Driving out to a little town in Indiana hadn't been in the original plan, but the business of Memorial Day weekend had removed flying as an option. They needed to reach their destination within 24 hours. So here they were, en route to another place that didn't even warrant a dot on the map (you've seen one, you've seen them all, he sometimes thought to himself).

Mulder is amused at a crazy radio station (and at Scully's reaction.)

Christine Leigh's (Alt. Ao3) Maybe?

"Okay, here we are." Maggie said this as she pulled off the highway and onto the road that would take them into Democrat Hot Springs. She was surprised that there wasn't more traffic. This town, if she remembered right, was supposed to be some sort of a resort area. Five more minutes, and they were in the parking lot looking up at the familiar sight of the neon arches, and that's all that mattered. 

Captain Scully is back from deployment; and Maggie senses something is off with her youngest daughter.

@thatfragilecapricorn30's (Ao3) Tell Me You Love Me - Chapter 1

“How do you know where I live?” he asked.

Scully’s cheeks reddened; she was hoping he wouldn’t notice or find her actions inappropriate. “It was, uh, it was in your personnel file. I wrote down your address after you called me at home after the last case. I figured I may need it at some point.”

Mulder smiled. “Just trying to see if you’ve been spying on me.”

Post Deep Throat Scully can't shed her keyed-up nerves after driving Mulder back home.

@scullywolf's (Ao3)

Eve

Her eyes narrowed. “How far up north?”

“California’s a big state, Scully.”

“I’m aware of that. How far?”

He decided there was probably something very interesting over in the corner that merited staring at while he answered. “About 300 miles. Give or take.”

Eve Mulder sheepishly wakes Scully.  

Red Museum

Sure, the old man wasn’t a member of the church, and similarities between him and Brother Andrew were all but nonexistent, but the cryptic “There’s something I’d like to show you,” with no further explanation, was enough to set her mental warning bells chiming. She was a grown woman, with a gun, but that didn’t mean she loved the idea of jumping into some random stranger’s truck after only the briefest of exchanges. Mulder joined her at the truck’s window, an unspoken question on his face.

Red Museum Scully communicates her anxieties to Mulder without a word.

Demons

The car company rep agreed to come and pick her up, and she sat down on the curb for only a minute or so before getting up again to pace off her nervous energy. A hundred horrible scenarios played themselves out in her head; at least ninety of them involved Mulder getting into car wrecks of varying degrees of seriousness. In order to keep herself from panicking, she tried to focus on the task at hand, which only made her angry that she was even in her current position in the first place.

Demons Scully has to call in a new rental car.

Drive

“All I’m saying,” she said pointedly, “is that it could be worse. We could be crammed in a room right now with a bunch of other agents, and instead we’re at least driving around through what you have to admit is some fairly scenic farmland.”

Mulder spared a moment to mourn their lost office. 

Drive Scully appreciates being out in the field with Mulder again.

Dreamland II

"...Mulder, I’m not proud of how long it took me to realize what was going on. I was about ready to drag you in for an MRI. Some sort of delayed-effect brain trauma from your trip out to the Queen Anne was the only thing I could think of to account for your dramatic change in behavior. Only it wasn’t you at all–”

“Well, you believe it now, and that’s all that matters. Now how do we fix things?”

Dreamland II Mulder and Scully catch up before heading back into the fray.

@cactustree's (Ao3) Fast Times and Slow Drives

She startles when she feels a warm hand on top of hers, and her eyes snap open as though jolted by an electric shock. She looks over to find Mulder studying her, his eyes darkened with concern.

“Watch the road, Mulder,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away from his.

“What’s wrong, Scully?”

Post Genderbender Mulder banters away Scully's apology with facts.

@h0ldthiscat's (Ao3, Alt. Ao3)

Survivor

She swats him away with one of her small hands when he touches her head and helps her into the car, but the look she shoots him lacks her usual antagonism, and the purse of her lips doesn't quite convince him that she's annoyed.

"Do you want another one of these before we hit the road?" He shakes a half-empty bottle of Gatorade at her as he slides behind the wheel, but she shakes her head once, firmly, and presses her lips together in a thin line, making them even whiter than they are.

Post Darkness Falls Mulder drives them home.

7. things you said while we were driving

She shoves the sunshade back up and clears her throat. “Can we go?”

He notices for the first time that her eyes are wet, that her chin is quivering despite her best attempts to control it. Remorse and guilt wash over him as he remembers an offhand comment from earlier in the week that explains her makeup, her nicer-than-usual suit, the set of her jaw. 

Post Never Again Mulder's remorse soothes Scully's feelings.

Can I ask for a fic tonight? :)

“Was the drive okay?” she asks.

Mulder jerks his head back to the still open door and says, “Ask your son, he drove.”

William appears in the doorway, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, tawny hair in his eyes. “It was fine, Mom.”

“Good,” she says, shooting daggers at Mulder with her eyes, daggers that say she can’t believe he let their son drive in a snowstorm....

AU-- Revival era Scully is not pleased Mulder let college age William drive back in a snowstorm.

@crossedbeams’s (Ao3) I-Spy

‘I love this song!’ I explain, whizzing the twizzler I have pilfered from Mulder’s junk food haul around in some vaguely rhythmic pattern. I love music I just lack the skill set to express that love very elegantly.

Mulder chuckles at my enthusiasm and cranks up the volume, ‘I never would have had you pegged as a Clapton fan’.

S1 Scully tells Mulder about her family road trips.

@slippinmickeys's (Ao3, Gossamer)

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 25 (Tumblr)

The thing was, it was next to impossible to see out the windshield. 

Scully loved thunderstorms. Having spent a large portion of her youth in San Diego, they were still a novelty, even after years on other, more weather-prone bases and college campuses, and if she'd been home, she would have pulled up a chair next to her window and curled up there with a mug of tea, watching the light play in the sky and the water ping sharply against the glass. 

However, as a driver she was cautious, and with Mulder, well, she had a reputation to uphold: He was the engine. She was the brake. 

S1 Scully drives through a storm, donuts and a dozing partner included.

@brownies-and-tea/browniesandtea's Collect Call

“Mulder, it’s too late.” Scully sighed and leaned against the rain-streaked window of the car.

"I can't believe you're thinking fondly of that awful motel."

"I'm thinking fondly of a decent night's sleep." she stretched across the passenger seat.

S1 Mulder pursues a lead with Scully, from car to phone booth.

Ten's Learning to Breath (1/2)

In the elevator the women leaned him against one of the walls and kept talking to him, worried that otherwise he would go back to sleep and start sliding to the floor. Dana asked him questions, like his name and address, to keep him alert. She was relieved when she received the correct answers.

They got him into the backseat of Maggie's car, careful not to bump his head. Dana immediately raced around the car and got in the back herself. She fastened his seatbelt and watched as he leaned back against the headrest. He was asleep again before Maggie turned the key in the ignition.

AU-- Post One Breath Scully, Maggie, and Melissa are shocked at the state of Mulder's apartment.

J. C. Sun's Car Ride

My partner is next to me, as he always is, but for the first time in months, he's wearing his glasses. They make him look like an owl: a giant, somber six-foot owl perched in the driver's side seat. However, I doubt any owl has ever rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbow and cradled a book in his lap, or chased the paranormal for a living. Nor do I think any owl has ever looked quite like him: the slightly twisted nose, the clear hazel eyes and the annoying, annoying little lock that, even now, droops across his forehead. It takes a wrench of will to resist the urge to reach out and to smooth it into place.

Post Firewalker Scully is bonded to Mulder now.

@seek-its-opposite/seek_its_opposite's

transient luminous events

He is still just standing there, the sleeves on the turtleneck he didn’t need to wear pushed up at the elbows. She is suddenly, vividly aware of the car, of the hot metal and the smell of rubber in stagnant humidity. Duane Barry’s trunk smelled like a spare tire. Her mouth goes cloth-gag dry.

“Can we?” she asks. She waves her hand at the road ahead and wonders how she’s so sure of this: He’d have known what she was asking even if she hadn’t.

“Sure,” Mulder nods. He looks relieved. He grabs their flashlights from the glove compartment and hands her one, and the flood of Pfaster’s headlights behind her eyes softens and clarifies into two beams that will never outrun her. And they walk.

Post Irresistible Scully confronts Mulder on his bubble-wrap method of protection.

if you weren't so

She tilts her chin up at him, at the usual angle, and finds that the geometry between them is the same.

“I need to talk to you,” she says. “Something’s happened.”

Behind him, his not-wife drags a recliner over the threshold in reverse, yelling at the houses that all look like hers.

“I have to talk to you alone.”

She says “alone” like she always says it and wonders if she meant to do that. There are days when she’s sure she could leave him in the dirt and still wind up in a room with him at the end of the world. As they slip behind the truck, she's gripped by the idea that to Joanne Fletcher, she is the woman Mulder shouldn’t be with.

AU-- Dreamland II Mulder and Scully try to find a way back to each other.

theramblinrose's Irresistible - Chapter 5/Chapter 6

“I didn’t know when I’d hear from you,” Mulder said.

“I’m at the airport,” Scully said. “I’ve got a car. I’m driving in. I just wanted to call before I left.”

“Anything wrong?” Mulder asked.

“No,” Scully said. “Honestly—everything’s feeling pretty right, Mulder.”

AU-- Irresistible Mulder and Scully are juggling their new relationship, a surprise pregnancy, and the fallout from the nefarious Pfaster.

eponine119's Same Old Fight

-Turn it back, he'd insisted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel with the effort of keeping the car on the narrow twisting road, This is making me jumpy.

-I don't know why I let you drive.

-You didn't have any choice.

-Mulder, pull over and let me drive.

-No.

S2 Mulder rescues Scully after their blowout fight almost ends with an explosive conclusion.

Sneakers/sneakers's

Walter Skinner's 'From Left Field

"But I don't see why Skinner should care about the book. It didn't mention *him*, and it didn't even use our names." Scully stood in front of the bookcase, scanning the shelves. "We didn't divulge anything classified; I'm sure the reading public thinks the whole think is a joke."

"But they had the nerve to claim I ate *twelve* piece of sweet potato pie!"

She pulled the book down. "Skinner's going to complain about your eating habits?"

"But I *hate* sweet potato pie, Scully. You know that, remember? I turned green at the gills last Thanksgiving, when your sister-in-law offered me some."

Post Jose Chung's From Outer Space Skinner has his thoughts on the book.

Sweet Home D.C.

"But the reception . . ." She looked out the window at the 1 AM darkness. "I think we both need to get some sleep. Turn the radio back on if you want to."

He did.

<< . . . Sweet home, Alabama . . . where skies are so blue . . . sweet home, Alabama . . . Lord, I'm coming home to you . . .>>

"That guy's got something wrong with his head, Scully."

Mulder and Scully, switching songs and swapping gum.

Evil_Little_Dog's

Cassadaga Bound

Dana squinted out the car window. "I don't think there's enough room in this town for all the witches, or demons, or devils in Florida, let alone the world."

S3 Mulder detours he and Scully to a fortune teller's.

Travelogue

“We’re not lost.” Mulder shot her a look then turned back to the road, correcting for the drift. “We’re directionally challenged.”

Making a guttural noise deep in her throat, Scully glanced out the window.

Mulder, the car, and a ditch.

@sunlightscully's (XF Writing Challenge - Food)

They have perfected the art of car eating. The driver orders and pays and hands the greasy bag over to be unpacked. The passenger unwraps the driver’s burger. They share fries.

When he pays she asks for the bare minimum and nothing too expensive. He orders extra large milkshakes and pretends he doesn’t see her stealing sips. They compensate for each other. Ketchup has not been spilled in years.

Mulder realizes he loves Scully.

Starbuck's (FFN) Wake Me When We Get There

"Shouldn't be much longer, Scully."

She made no acknowledgment, lying her head upon the seat once again. He continued driving as she drifted in and out of consciousness. White line. White line. Yellow line.

"Wake me when we get there, Mulder."

Mulder keeps the volume down so his partner can sleep on the long drive home.

@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunk's (Ao3) drabble; pay no mind

Scully paces around the car, branches and leaves snapping quietly under her weight. But she’s not angry, not at all, or nervous. She occasionally bends down to steal a sunflower seed from him and pauses to crack it before continuing her little loops.

Mulder and Scully find their own ways to entertain themselves when the rental car breaks down.

@incidental-ao3/incidental's Febuwhump 2023: The Truth is Out There (And the Fic is In Here) - Chapter 18

“No, Mulder, I should be keeping you awake, you’re the driver.”

“But I am awake,” he argued reasonably. “So there’s no reason for you to torture yourself when you could catch another few hours’ rest.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s not torture,” she scoffed. He smirked.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said. She scowled sleepily.

Scully tries not to fall asleep, and Mulder ruminates on life before lights.

@mulderbabe77's Taco Stands and Regrets

He pushed down a little harder on the gas pedal.

“Are you gonna throw up?” He gulped, hoping to hear a no.

“Nope,” she answered and for a moment he almost sighed with relief. “The other thing, I think,” she finished, grimaced again and held a hand to her cramping stomach.

“I’m on it!” He sped the car up a little more.

Ten minutes later they could see the exit just ahead. Mulder was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Mulder and Scully both get food poisoning while on the road.

@hamster-on-fire/fade_into_the_dusk_with_me’s For The Sake Of Driving (Ao3)

They’d do this sometimes. Drive. They were always driving, it seemed. But when it was dark like this & he was scared like this, or tired like this, or just utterly numb like this, it was different. The curve of the road up ahead could feel like a whole conversation; the silence, an opening, & they’d both sit there, like staring at a sterile wound.

Mulder and Scully help each other decompress on long, long car drives late into the night.

Timemeantnothing's On the road again

“We helped keep the Germans from getting Thor’s Hammer.”

“Mhmm,” Scully hummed, turning the corner.

“It was Einstein, Scully. We protected Albert Einstein.”

“That was very good of us to do.”

Mulder and Scully, driving: hot ladies, aliens, cheek kisses, Triangle rambles, and Millennium contentedness.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

**Note**: I am a "separate the art from the artist" person through-and-through; but my lists will no longer be featuring writers that have blocked me-- tooooooo much drama has been kicked up over that issue.

[notmazikeen]

The Villain | Choso Kamo

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"Thank you Choso. You really didn't have to buy me all of those clothes." She said smiling softly at him.

"Of course I did. You fucked me so well last night." He smirked, his left hand gripping the steering wheel and the other on the center console.

Mazikeen blushed at the sudden remark. She reached for her skirt and adjusted it, slightly pulling it up. Revealing her tattoo on her thigh.

Choso came to a stop, anxious to get back to his house. The stoplight was taking forever to turn green. He shot a glance at the girl and noticed how attractive she looked.

Even if she didn't have on any makeup she looked stunning. Her tattoo only made Choso crave her more. He looked back up to the light. Slowly moving his hand to grasp her thigh.

She turned her head to the window and smirked. Knowing this is what she wanted him to do. Choso had a soft grip on her, but tight enough to keep her still.

Her thighs clenched together and she leaned her head on her palm, which was propped up by her door. She bit her lip and stared off into the distance. Trying to keep calm.

The grip on her thigh got tighter as he felt her muscles tense up. He trailed his hand up and down her thigh soothingly. Rubbing his thumb against her soft skin.

Mazikeen felt like a princess. He was driving her luxurious car, and she was sitting pretty in the passenger seat. "Where are we going?" She asked, confused about the area they were in.

Choso sped through traffic, with precision. Like he does this constantly. He does.

"A back way to my house." He said softly. His hand now toying with her underwear seam.

Mazikeen kept squirming from his touch, not wanting to wait any longer. "Okay..." She mumbled. She looked over at the handsome man. His hair was down and slicked back. His tattoo caught her attention. She ogled it intently.

"Why do you have that tattoo?" She questioned.

He glanced over at her and furrowed his brows. "I'll have to tell you later princess. We're here."

She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Fine." She unbuckled her seatbelt and he gripped her thigh tightly. He looked menacingly at his front porch.

"Wait here." He growled. He got out of her car and walked towards his porch. "What the fuck are you doing here." His voice filled with anger.

It was a girl. She looked aloof, like a literal dumb blonde. "Choso! I've been waiting for you all day!!!" She squealed. Mazikeen glared at the woman with distaste.

She quickly got out of the car and walked up to the pair. "Who is this?" She questioned.

The other girl looked at her and reached out her hand with a smile. "I'm his girlfriend!" She exclaimed. Her tone was friendly but you could hear her obvious possession.

Choso and Mazikeen bother widened their eyes. Choso then glared at the other woman. "No the fuck she isn't." He scoffed.

Mazikeen looked at Choso, her eyes filled with anger. "Who is she then?!" She laughed. She sounded insane. Choso was obviously not hers but what they had last night was not a one night stand.

The girl crossed her arms and laughed. "Oh he didn't tell you?" Choso pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No she's not my girlfriend. I hooked up with her once and now she won't leave me alone."

Mazikeen rolled her eyes at his comment. Clearly not interested in their conversation anymore. "Whatever." Mazikeen growled. Malicious intent behind her words now.

Choso grabbed Mazikeen by the waist. Pulling her close to his side. He smirked at the other girl, "This is my ACTUAL girlfriend. Leave us the fuck alone or I will call the cops."

The other girl pouted and stepped closer to Choso. She reached her hand out to grab his free hand, which Mazikeen quickly swatted away.

"Are you stupid? I'm his girlfriend bitch." She spat. Choso pushed Mazikeen in-front of his body now. Trying to hide his growing erection. He found this whole situation hot.

Mazikeen quickly became aggressive to defend her relationship with Choso. Their nonexistent relationship that is.

He found that attractive. If she let him he would bend her over in-front of this crazy bitch and fuck her brains out.

The other girl stood there shocked. She didn't know what to say. She was angry she couldn't have Choso. Choso could see her expression change, he turned Mazikeen around and grabbed her neck.

He pressed his lips to her within a blink and shoved his tongue into her mouth. As the two were making out, the other girl got uncomfortable. She had tears in her eyes as she ran off.

Choso broke the kiss and smirked down at his precious girl. "Look what you did." He chuckled.

Mazikeen rolled her eyes and stared into his lustfully. "So me fighting for you turned you on?" She let out a small giggle.

Choso furrowed his brows and winked at her, "It was fucking hot." He mumbled out.

Choso let her go and began walking to the car, he pulled out her shopping bags. He closed the door and walked back up to her.

"Let's get in the hot tub?" He smirked. He just bought her a blue bikini that showed off her body beautifully.

"Yea." She smiled and followed him into the house.

All of the bags now laid across his bed, Mazikeen grabbed her swimsuit and started to make her way to the bathroom. But when she turned around Choso was standing in the doorway.

"Not so fast princess. I think we should play a little drinking game yeah?" He said with a smirk.

She raised her brow and tilted her head. Walking closer to the tall figure. "And what's that?" She mumbled. Her eyes focused on his muscular abdomen.

"Sit." He demanded and pointed to his bed. She groaned and plopped onto the bed. Choso began rummaging through his top dresser drawer. He pulled out a card game.

Then he pulled out a large bottle of liquor. One that had a rather small alcohol percentage.

He sat next to her on the bed and placed his objects down on his nightstand. "Sit in the chair so I can see you better." He smiled.

His smile was not innocent. She knew he just wanted to see up her skirt. Of course she wanted him to though.

"Yes sir." She whispered and stood up to grab his chair. Choso let out a soft groan and quickly grabbed her thighs. He pulled her down onto his lap.

He leaned his head onto the crook of her neck, "What did you say?" He strained out.

"Why so you can get off on it?" She smirked and wiggled her butt on his crotch.

His hands were quick to keep her still. He let out another quiet moan. "Don't move."

She leaned her back against his chest and sighed. "Yes sir." She whined out.

Choso gripped her thighs tightly, thrusting himself against her plump ass. "Good girl." Mazikeen shivered at the nickname and clenched her thighs together. Choso let out a small laugh.

"You like being praised pretty girl?" He asked softly, his hand moving slowly towards the seam of her panties again.

She shook her head slowly and clenched her thighs tighter together. Choso used his free hand to grab her jaw.

"Your words princess. Use them." His voice was dripping with want. No need. He needed her to speak.

"Yes..." She managed to whine out. Choso traced his finger against her clit, her underwear was quickly becoming wet with arousal.

"Yes what?" He growled. He had a praise kink as well, he loved being the dominant one in the relationship. He also could take it down a notch and let her dominate him. The thought of her riding his dick and moaning how good he was being made him weak.

The bulge in his pants throbbed against her cunt. He needed to taste her, to touch her, to hear her. It was driving him insane.

"Yes... Sir." She muttered. She grabbed Choso's hand and guided him under her panties. "Please touch me..."

Choso's heavy breath felt hot against her neck. It made her shiver, her neck was sensitive and she needed him now. It was overwhelming.

He began circling her clit with light pressure, it made her squirm and rock against his dick. The friction between them driving them both crazy.

His finger slid down a bit and traced her entrance, slowly. It was agonizing for her. He knew he was teasing her. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

"Choso please..." She whined out.

He only made a soft grunt and slid his finger inside her. Mazikeen was soaking wet already. The foreplay between them was taking to long, she wanted him now.

In a swift movement, she pulled his finger out of her and stood to her feet. She grabbed his finger and stuck it in her mouth. Slowly sucking her juices off him.

Choso tilted his head back as he watched her and groaned lowly. "Fuck princess..." He whined.

She pushed him down on the bed and unzipped his jeans. He quickly pulled them off his legs and kicked them to the side.

His shirt was raised above his chiseled abdomen, and his raging boner could be seen through his boxers.

"What are you doing?" He smirked softly at her.

"Shut up." She whined. She wasn't usually dominant but something overcame her. She needed him now.

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled and put his arms behind his head. She took off her skirt and her t-shirt. Leaving her in her underwear.

He stared at her body and bit his lip, she was mesmerizing. The way she moved and carried herself made Choso hungry.

She climbed on top of him and straddled his slutty waist. She placed her arms beside him and leaned down to kiss his lips.

Choso moved his hand to grab the back of her head. Pushing it towards him, making their lips roughly come into contact.

As the two began making out Mazikeen grinded against his crotch, both of their underwear becoming dark with a mix of their arousal.

Their hunger feeding into each others. Making their desire to need each other growing.

Mazikeen sat up on his lap, spit across her lips from the man underneath her. She looked at him lustfully, her eyes low. She scooted herself down on his legs and toyed with his waistband.

A finger now hooked under it. She thought she would tease him back now. Payback for him playing with her all day.

She leaned down her head and kissed his stomach. This made him tense up. The sudden feeling of her hot breath and wet lips caused him to groan quietly.

She made her way down to the waistband of his boxers. Staring intently into his eyes. She left a trail of kisses whenever she moved to a different spot.

Choso was trying to thrust against her touch. His dick was throbbing and begging for attention. "Mazikeen. Enough teasi-" He suddenly let out a loud groan.

She cut him off by licking his bulge imprint in his boxers. That shut him up real quick. She smirked and moved her hand to his aching erection.

Slowly palming him, her eyes glued to his. Choso bit the inside of his cheek trying not to make a sound. As she was hardly even touching him. He didn't want to sound desperate.

Her fingers hooked around his waistband again and pulled his underwear down slowly. A soft slapping noise was heard when she pulled them down far enough. Choso helped her slide his underwear off onto the ground.

Mazikeen stared at his boner. Still in disbelief he was this big. She swallowed hard and leaned her head back down to his now exposed cock.

She took her hand and grabbed the base of his length, beginning to slowly stroke up and down his dick.

He thrusted up into her hand trying to create more friction. Groaning at her touch. It almost sounded like he was whimpering.

Before she had any second thoughts, Mazikeen placed a wet kiss against his tip. Her hand could feel him throbbing. "Are you about to cum?" She smirked up at him.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her away from his cock. "F-Fuck...Give me a second." His voice was shaky.

Mazikeen disobeyed him and forced her mouth around his dick. Slowly pushing him into her wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around his shaft while she began to suck.

"Fucking hell!" He whimpered out. His grip on her hair tighter. His throbbing length began to twitch. She knew he was close already. Proud of herself he was going to cum so quickly.

He pushed his head back and began to pant as he came in her mouth. His dick pumping his seed into her warm mouth.

"I'm...s-sorry." He whined out between pants. She swallowed him quickly and pulled herself off him with a pop. "You taste good." She mumbled. Leaning back up to Choso. He released her hair and placed his hand along her waist.

"Get on the bed." He growled out. "I'm not done with you yet, princess."

Her body shivered at his words. She felt a little in shock he was ready for round two. "Okay..." She mumbled.

She stood up fully and leaned her chest against the bed. Her feet placed on the floor. He got up and followed behind her. Placing his now growing erection against her ass. Grabbing her hair again. "Excuse me?" His voice low and lustful.

She looked back at him and rolled her eyes. "What?" She purred out. Hoping this would get a rise out of him. She was right. It caused a low growl to come from his throat.

"Princess..." He trailed off, his free hand gripping her waist tightly. Bending his head down to meet her neck. "It's yes sir." He let out a raspy groan as he grinded his hips against her soaking cunt.

"Mmph...N-No..." She gasped out. She truly just wanted to see how far she could push him. It frightened her how he became so dominant at her words.

"Lose your attitude before I fuck it out of you." He mumbled, his lips grazing across her ear. It made her shiver.

He stood back up and stared at her ruined underwear. "Such a mess f'me." He grunted. She couldn't help but let out a soft whine.

"Take 'em off." He grinned. He definitely had a thing for watching her strip for him. It made her feel embarrassed on the other hand. She was so desperate though that she listened to every word he said.

She leaned off the bed partially, slowly hooking her fingers around the waistband of her underwear. She bent over in-front of Choso as she slid her underwear down.

His eyes were glued to her wet cunt. If he didn't contain himself he would cum just from the sight. Mazikeen held her underwear in her palm. "Here..." She mumbled. Her tone a bit embarrassed.

Choso grabbed them from her and threw them on his chair. "Bend over on the bed." He demanded. His voice raspy, as if he was parched. Yea, he was. He needed to taste her.

She rolled her eyes but caved in to his demands. He was quick to place his hands on her thighs. Suddenly he had flipped her over to her back.

She widened her eyes at his rough movement. Also a bit nervous for what he had planned. "W-What-" She was cut off by the most painfully arousing scene, Choso knelt before her. Placing his hands on either side of her thighs.

Bringing his face close to her throbbing cunt. She trembled at the sight. Quickly covering her mouth with her palm. Her face becoming red. She had never seen such a look in a man's eyes before.

He looked as if he had just seen the most beautiful thing, yet he looked desperate.

He glared up at her, Choso brought his face closer to her thighs. Placing hard and rough kisses along the insides of them.

Mazikeen couldn't help but squirm against the movements. "A-Ah...Choso..." She gasped out. He only looked up at her with a smirk.

"Fuck your pussy is pretty." He growled. He didn't give her time to respond as he quickly moved his lips to her aching clit.

He placed a soft kiss first. Staring up at her waiting for a reaction. She leaned her head back and clenched her legs around his head. Letting out a soft whimper.

He used his hands to forcibly hold her legs open. He opened his mouth and began to kitten lick her clit. Now focusing on her pussy as he was soon to devour it like it was his last meal.

Mazikeen was a mess. She was quick to become overwhelmed by the pleasure. She had never felt such pleasure. "C-Choso..." She strained out.

He ignored her as his tongue explored her slick folds. Lapping hungrily at her cunt. She could feel the heat building up in her stomach.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, he placed his thumb over her clit. Slipping his tongue inside her soaking cunt. Her body tensed up as she trembled. The heat in her pussy becoming stronger.

"Ch- ngh!" She moaned out loudly. His tongue licked roughly against the ridged part of her cunt. She reached down to grab a handful of his hair. "I'm gonna..." She panted out. Not being able to make clear sentences as Choso ate her out.

He stopped abruptly hearing her sentence. He glared up at her. A pussy drunk look across his face. "Your words." He growled.

Mazikeen looked down at him and clenched her legs trying to close them. "Hah..'m gonna cum..." Her voice was shaky. There was no way possible she was going to come undone this quickly just by his mouth.

He smirked and gave her clit a soft but slow lick. "Cum on my face, princess." He demanded. He clearly wasn't asking.

"W-What..? No!" She sat up on her elbows. Her eyes widened with a bit of shock. Choso nodded and pushed her stomach down. Encouraging her to relax.

"F'me princess?" His tone became soft. She let out a soft groan. His voice was way too enticing to not do what he wanted. She nodded and laid herself back down.

Choso quickly resumed his actions. Lewd noises spilling into the room. At some point she heard Choso make a loud groan. She didn't know why he would be groaning if she was the one getting eaten out. She pushed it to the back of her mind for now.

Choso's tongue slipped back inside her cunt, lapping at it desperately. His thumb still rubbing circles on her clit. She brought her knees up and placed her legs around Choso's neck. Her thighs clenching tightly around his head.

Her moaning became sluggish and her legs tensed up more the closer her orgasm came. She leaned her head back, "F-Fuck..! Choso..." She whimpered out. The heat in her stomach becoming more prominent.

Choso didn't change his pace. He stayed steady knowing she was close to finishing. Within seconds she came around his wet tongue.

Her back arched at the feeling and her breathing became labored. Choso quickly swallowed up her orgasm. Trying not to waste any of her sweet liquids.

He stood up and looked down at her. A softness in his eyes. "Ready for round 2?" He snickered.

She calmed her breathing and looked at his pussy drunk face. His lips red and raw, his cheeks flushed, and the area around his lips wet.

"Wait are you serious?!" She gasped out. Choso shook his head and let out a low chuckle. "I'm kidding princess. I came a while ago."

She looked at him shocked. "Y-You came..? From eating me out?"

He nodded and pointed to his thighs. His legs were covered in cum. How could this man possibly cum that hard after getting his dick sucked.

She furrowed her brows. He laid on the bed beside her and sighed loudly, trying to control his breathing.

"I came when you told me you were about to." He mumbled. His face and voice showed absolutely no shame. He was clearly infatuated with his 'girlfriend'.

She looked at him slowly. "That's hot..." She giggled out. Her hand resting on his arm.

"You're mine." He grunted out. Ignoring her words. His body became hot, but this time it wasn't arousal. He felt possessive over his girl. Though they weren't together yet, he felt jealousy rise through him.

He would kill anyone who dared to mess with her...

[bigskydreaming]

Bit of a vent post, bit of a housekeeping post, bit of a 'so that's what's been happening in Kalen-land' post:

So I have officially done everything that can be done to prepare for our relocation to a different site while they do construction on this one for the next year, which should be....any day now. Since it was originally supposed to happen on October 2nd, lol. Oh, bureaucracy.

If I wrote a memoir of the last two years specifically, 'Oh, Bureaucracy' would be the title, actually. So obviously its no secret that Moukie & I have been struggling for a long time, even after my surgery back in December 2021. But pretty much all of that has to do with our struggles to hack through bureaucracy to secure some actual stability and longterm living situation, since....oh, January 2022. We've finally secured a five year lease to stay in this place (with the exception of the next year, at a different site during construction, as I mentioned), but like....we only JUST got that agreement officially in writing, signed & notarized & all that...last week.

After being told it was basically a done deal but they couldn't finalize anything or put anything in writing until the building sold and the property changed hands and one city service took over oversight of this particular property from another one....pretty much every month since November of last year. They changed dates and timelines on us so many times it was like every three week we'd have a completely new timeline we were looking at for when we could expect to have everything finalized or for the relocation to happen, etc. Most recently, we were told with complete certainty that everyone HAD to be out October 2nd, that construction would be starting immediately after that, nobody would be allowed to stay in the building.

October 31st, and we're still here, lol.

So that's been a fun non-stop rollercoaster ride of stress, lol. The problem, of course, is that before my surgery (12/2021), I'd quite literally been homeless for at least the five years prior to that. Fortunately I never quite made it to the point of having to sleep outside, though there were plenty of times it got close, and spent most of that time living out of cheap motels & extended stay housing while working towards getting enough money together for my surgery, but as far as any landlord or potential renter is concerned, I was for all intents & purposes homeless during that time, and that's....not great when trying to secure housing in the middle of a pandemic right after basically starting your life over from scratch after the surgery to fix the problem that basically derailed your entire life, lol. Not to mention my credit score was practically nonexistent, all my credit cards were maxed out to pay for the surgery & insurance, my driver's license had been expired for years due to not being even able to drive while I had my issues w/my jaw & everything related to that, and getting it back was easier said than done because I'd had like, two unpaid parking tickets at the time of my medical issues beginning & they kinda completely dropped out of sight, out of mind, only to multiply w/fees that were fucking ridiculous to contemplate & going down to the DMV or traffic court to try and argue them down, while my medical issues were still ongoing, was a nonstarter due to how little travel I was capable of in that state....

LOL. Not a great starting point when rebooting for Kalen 2.0 - and of course I'm not going to get into why we had to use my ID & everything for renting & all that, instead of Moukie's, just trust that there were Reasons.

And of course there are programs to help people out with these kinds of circumstances, which is basically what we've been doing since January 2022....navigating that labyrinth of red tape, because actually ACCESSING those programs, proving eligibility, meeting all requirements, keeping consistent with all requirements throughout the months of waiting on a verdict from higher-ups your file's been passed up the chain to....MUCH easier said than done. The hoops are just. The stuff of legends. Especially when you're still having trouble consistently staying stocked on the meds you need to be productive & functional, or even just keeping your phone active. Oof. All of that was very Not Fun.

Which segues into a bit of that venting I was talking about, because over & over the past couple years we've had well-meaning (and not so well-meaning & largely just obnoxious) people asking us in response to our donation posts like, well why don't we just move to a cheaper city? LOL. I just. I wish people would stop to think that maybe if there's such an obvious solution that someone hasn't availed themselves to yet, there's probably a REASON for that.

We actually had several. For starters, there's the fact that I still have stuff related to my jaw to deal with....I still have no teeth, lol, and haven't really been able to even START getting the bone grafts I need to be able to get implants at some point, so I'm not stuck with dentures for the next fifty years....and it took me literal years to find dentists familiar with my situation, willing to work with me on payment plans & longterm strategizing, etc.....not that easy to just start over with all of that in another, smaller city. Not to mention if I do have any problems with my prosthetic, LA's one of the only places that has ANY surgeons that deal with this specific kind of jaw replacement surgery, so I'd always have to come back here for any further medical related stuff.

But then there's additionally the fact that all those programs meant to help people like us who are literally trying to restart their lives after medical issues, homelessness, etc.....they're pretty much all specific to their own city. They're all contingent on each individual city's resources, services, populations and a million other details.....so moving to a different city basically means having to start all over again with applying to THAT city's housing aid programs & navigating THAT city's bureaucracy from its beginning & forfeiting however much time or progress you've put in already in the city you're currently in. And frankly, most cities don't HAVE as good of aid programs as LA does....its just...it takes fucking forever to actually make full USE of such programs, as evident from the fact that after almost two years, we're only FINALLY to the point where one of those programs has been able to actionably help us secure longterm housing.

(And also there's the fact that when we don't even have enough money for groceries, how cheap do people thinking picking up and moving to another city actually IS? Like. You need starter money to even GET there & get on your feet or you wind up in an even worse situation than we were in).

But honestly, we didn't have it so bad, we have been able to stay housed & working various odd jobs for the past two years....its just been long, and stressful, never actually knowing when or even IF we'd get to the point where we stopped worrying about being kicked out at any given moment, and there were times that looking for housing or trying to deal with bureaucratic red tape was the equivalent of a full time job, in terms of hours required.

All of which is to say....be aware when assuming the worst of various donation posts & their posters, that except in the case of actual scammers, no matter what you may think of how a particular donation request was worded or described their situation, its almost always VASTLY more complicated than can be summed up in a couple of easy to read paragraphs that might actually get people to help. I promise you, if super obvious solutions seem evident to you, they've occurred to the people living with that situation 24/7, and there's a reason that they haven't tried that solution or maybe they even did & for whatever reason it didn't actually work out.

And that said, all of this is also to say just....thank you again for everyone who's helped us out over the years. I know it often seems unending or like we're never getting our acts together, lol, but trust me, it feels that way to us too, times a million, and like....we're working on it. Its just. Much easier said than done. For every hurdle cleared, there's usually another one waiting to pop up like a fucking whack-a-mole game from Hell. Since January 2022 we've been consistently working towards a longterm, stable housing situation and this is it, this is what we were working towards.....we've been fully approved for relocation to the other site for the next year & then returning to this one after construction/renovation, w/a lease agreement for the next five years.....and that's the dream, honestly.

Genuine stability, not having to worry about whether we'll have to move at any given moment, actual housing security....allowing us to FINALLY focus on building our lives back up, instead of constantly grinding just to keep a roof over our head & make sure nobody's about to kick us out....and having the room to breathe & for the first time in literal years (in my case, almost seven at this point) actually prioritize something OTHER than figuring out where we stand on paperwork, filing, tracking down various liaisons to bug them yet again about an accurate timeline for when we'd be notified of whether or not we'd been approved for this program or that one, when we'd actually be relocating, when we had to make x payment by to ensure we didn't lose our qualified status, etc.

And I, for one, definitely can not WAIT to give more of a shit about the absolute stupidest shit imaginable instead of like....warily checking the hall to see if new eviction notices popped up overnight. LMAO.

Anyway. Like I said, we finally have our agreement in writing, we know where we're relocating to, and as soon as that actually happens - which they keep insisting should be any day now, sigh - we'll finally be in a much better place. As part of the relocation program we landed in, our rent at the other site is covered during the year this site is under construction, so already just from that alone we'll be much better off financially.

Moukie's been sending around a donation post this month, and we'll probably keep it circulating up until the day the movers arrive and they finally pull the trigger on us leaving this site, because for the last three months they've been insisting that October 2nd was absolutely going to be our last day here, and we planned around that timetable....meaning that since October 2nd came and went with us still here, our only jobs at the moment are whatever freelance ones we can scrounge up, since the new place is far enough away a commute to & from a workplace around HERE wouldn't be viable, so I can't even go look for a new one to replace the last one until we're actually in the area we'll be spending next year in, lol. So in the meanwhile we've basically been surviving off donations since freelance work is painfully dry at the moment, and as it is, the company Moukie does editing work for still hasn't paid them for their last job yet, which was back in September, I believe? Its ridiculous, but it is what it is.

So yeah, we'll keep that post circulating a bit longer til we're out of here for good, basically just for food money until we're settled in the new place & can grab a new 9-5 and I would say something about that damn patreon I'm always claiming I'll make except I am a Proven Liar Not To Be Trusted On That Subject at this point, but hey, once we're in the new place, maybe that will finally change.

That's basically everything I set out to ramble about, I think, so....I'm done. Wait. Lemme check - yeah, no, that's it, I'm good. I've said it before but it'll never stop being true: we would not have survived if it weren't for the kindness of strangers & the help of mutuals & followers & we really are so much more appreciative of it than I can ever adequately express. I know that can come across as lip service, but genuinely, people here have done more for us and to help us and to see us succeed than our families ever did and we've been reduced to ugly-crying more than once as a result. Its gotten bad, guys. Like. When I go all out, it's not a pretty sight. I've got that pale Irish skin that gets all splotchy when I'm emotional, my nose gets all stopped up, I make scrunchy faces like a baby that KNOWS its not as pretty as its parents keep trying to pretend and is out to prove it....its a whole mess.

And on that note - and imagery - I'm officially done here. Thanks for reading!

[asskylosaurus]

Every time twitter explodes I always think about how it's a fucking horrible platform for pretty much everything but advertising. It's especially horrible for artists and people who consume art. It has the absolute worst systems for everything relating to the sharing of art and artworks out of any site. . It has no usable gallery system, it ruins image quality, there's basically no way to share stuff like music or writing unless you're linking it on other websites so what's the fucking point? The only fucking upside is that everyone uses it so we're stuck with it because the only thing that matters anymore is traffic and yet for a huge chunk of artists (especially in the nsfw circles) that upside is nonexistant unless you're playing to the algorithm. It gets worse every year and the only fucking solution is for everyone to get out. Sunk cost can only go so far.

[dwindlinghaze]

🪞diamond castle : give me a description of yourself and your preferred aesthetic and i will make a moodboard (you can also add any character if you will)

🩰 dancing princesses : send me a description of yourself (including your gender preference) and i will ship you with a character from the marauders era

I am 5'5, I have dark brown hair that is curly and a little longer than shoulder length. I have two purple colored strands of hair in the front of my head and my lower layer of hair is completely purple

I sadly have pale skin since I hate suntanning lmao

Brown doe eyes and a button nose

I am extroverted but also can be seen as sassy or even rude to some

Most of my friends thought I was intimidating, scary and cool before we became friends but now I'm either described as a 'sweetheart' or a 'lunatic' by my friends

I usually wear baggy jeans and some shirt with a cool design, a H&M sweater and converse, I don't have a specific style but one of my friends said I have a 'downtown girl' style so ig its that 🤷‍♀️

My favorite things to do is to listen to music and draw or read books

As much as I like to read, I am NOT a fan of studying and usually get lower grades but not drastically bad ones.

My music taste can vary as I do not stick with one genre but I usually listen to Lana Del Ray, Tv Girl and Metallica

My friends see me as an older sister most of the time

I have a very soft spot for children <3

I am a female and straight :)

Idk what else to add lmaooo

hii tysm for participating my 500 celebration !

here's the 🪞 !!

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

🩰 : i ship you with james potter

╰┈➤ your style really fits with james potter in my head <3

╰┈➤ your hair is so cool!! james definitely loves to run his hair through your hair as he watches the purple strands peeked out from beneath his fingers. he definitely likes the feeling of your curls and textures.

╰┈➤ he never really minded about your pale skin. after all he's infatuated and you alone are breathtaking.

╰┈➤ 'a sweetheart' and 'lunatic' are definitely the traits he looks for in a partner. he needs someone with the energy and attitude that complemented his. you can be sweet to him when he craves for it but also be hysterical at the right time. a perfect balance of intimacy and excitement.

╰┈➤ on rainy days where there's nothing to do, you'd put on some music while you draw on your notebook. james will softly hum to the tune, spending time with each other in silence. james is a noisy and a never-shuts-up kinda guy but he needs time of tranquility too.

the sound of rain softly pattering on the curtained windows, the scratches of your pencil against your paper, and james' soft hums were the only sounds heard. on days like this you can fully relax with your partner by your side. his head was rested against your legs, a mop of shiny black hair brushing your skin. "you sleepy?" you said in a soft whisper when you heard his humming stopped. james mumbled a yes in response, dragging himself to a better sleeping position.

╰┈➤ though you enjoy reading books and receiving knowledge non academically, study dates are nonexistent in the relationship. you prefer creating memorable things in your year rather than stressing yourself with piles of educational materials. and james is literally the perfect person to chaperone with that.

╰┈➤ he'd take you downtown where all the lights are bright to listen to the music of the traffic in the city. having talks on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty. you both would stand on the side of a store just admiring the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova and the noise and hurry of people around.

╰┈➤ visiting music stores to get records that the both of you like !!

[thisisevenharderthannamingablog]

It is going to be viciously cold out today and tomorrow, so I got groceries early today. The wind is already pretty stiff. Everyone at work is still depressed and shell-shocked after Wednesday's layoff; Slack traffic is almost nonexistent. I'm taking the kids to see Puss in Boots 2 (?) tomorrow, but otherwise I think it will be a quiet weekend at home.

[i-love-an-alcoholic]

Tales from insanity, vol. 1

I have a bunch of stories from my previous life. Of incidents, people and everything that comes along with bad life decisions. Some of them are funny, some sad, and some are just bonkers. I previously thought they had little to no value for this blog, but as I've written them down I've come to think that they provide an interesting look into the mind of an addict.

To any members of the law enforcement: have you ever heard of statute of limitations? Move along, there's nothing to see here.

Mail order madness

I always hated buying drugs. They're expensive, quality control is nonexistent and the sellers tend to be very sketchy people. I usually delegated that to Shitty Boyfriend, who would often rip me off when measuring his share. Then I learned about the mail ordering system.

Yes, there was indeed a time in Finland when you could order illegal drugs straight to your home address with little to no risk, since internal mail traffic was pretty much uncontrolled. So I gave my real name and address to unknown dealers without a second thought and had several fun packages delivered straight at my doorstep.

This went on for some time, until law enforcement caught wind of it and began cracking it down. Not only did they catch several sellers, but their clients too. I was fortunate enough not to get in trouble, but I know someone who did, because their name was found on a client list. Whew…

[gctchell]

@fearedelight asked:

Sir Pentious' Eggs had gone on a special mission for their boss, and they had not disappointed him; while to a listening ear, one of his Eggs asking Niffty what her favorite flowers were seemed harmless, the snake had reason for wanting this information. Hell did have some places that grew Earth flora, he still didn't feel like the flowers as is were enough. At least Hell had more unique colors than Earth -- he got daffodils that were pink and red, vibrant and fiery almost. Just like Niffty.

But he added a special touch to them. It took some trial and error, he definitely bought a lot of flowers over the span of a couple weeks, but then he finally got it to work! The corona on the daffodils all sported needles along the inside, like sharp teeth, and the flowers themselves were now alive. Sort of like they were a cross between flowers and Venus flytraps (in essence).

Now came the hard part: delivering the bouquet of mutated daffodils to the little maid who had captured his heart. So, hands clutching the bouquet, Sir Pentious slowly slithered over to Niffty where she was dusting some of the hotel statues. "Niffty, dear? I- I have ssomething for you." Face flushed deeply as his gaze flickered to and from Niffty, a small smile forming on his lips as he held out the bitey plants. "I heard that you loved daffodilss, and ssomeone ass wonderful ass you desservess more than jusst normal flowerss, sso I mutated them for you." // CHUCKS THIS AT YOU RED!!!!!!

"Oh, it has to be daffodils. They have funny trumpets I loved to blow in as a girl." Niffty was swept up into the conversation so easily and so unsuspectingly, they could fish just about anything they wanted out of her while she rubbed dry the wet plates piled in one part of the sink. Sure blowing in them scared the pollen out of the bumble bees, but that's what happens when they're so fun! "Do you have a favorite? We can go to the garden and look around if you don't. EVERYONE should have a favorite flower, even Egg Boys."

The Egg Boy got stuck with her for a while as she chattered his nonexistent ear off while she did the dishes, but eventually he would skitter away with a muffin Niffty snatched from the counter, freshly made by Alastor. She returned to work none the wiser and remained that way, until now.

"One second, cookie!" Niffty flitted her feather duster at the statue of an elephant a few more times, which curled its trunk and blew out a loud trumpet of its own before shaking itself and returning to stationary. She hopped from her perch and floated down on her billowed skirt, sticking the landing right in front of Sir Pentious with a big smile. And then, following that..

Shock.

The feather duster tumbled from her grip and bounced about on the ground as that wild, bead maze of a mind came to a clattering, screeching stop, peppered with the sound of traffic pile-up to match the beating of her heart. She blinked. "Ayuuh?" That wasn't a word, that was a noise, and yet noises are all that Niffty makes as her fingers roll and curl against her palms. "Waaai- waaah - wuh? Thosefo'me?"

They were really pretty. Like, really, really, super pretty. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before, and when the Inventor says he literally made them herself, it makes all the sense in the world and serves to make her eye fill out the entirety of its lid. She darts looking back and forth between the bouquet and Sir Pentious, rapid paced.

Daffodils. Daffodils that moved, as if acknowledging her, with needles in their trumpets. Pink and red, burning with vivid color more than anything - the prettiest colors she has ever seen them in before. There were so many, and they were reeking with good health. At first she was too stunned to move, but then her arms shot out and made grabby motions as he offered them, and she took them happily in her arms, hugging them and spinning on the tips of her toes with glee. She couldn't help it, any girl would lose her mind over flowers, especially flowers made for her.

made for her.

m a d e for h e r .

"Youmadetheseforme?" Mutated. Not bought, not cut from a park somewhere, not even snatched from someone's garden, mutated. He took these into his lab and changed them to his specifications mutated. He made them, and he was giving them to her. Her shrunken pupil ogles Sir Pentious, eye fully unblinking now. A bridge of red grows from the center of her face and spans out across her cheeks.

The heart rate in her chest would surely break any monitor and make it fizz-n-pop with electricity.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Dizzy.

Whoa. Dizzy.

Whoa.

No, no. Niffty's fine. Niffty is not going to tumble over and faint on the ground, she's not a rookie. She's going to stand here and stare at the snake that has unintentionally coiled himself around her heart and earned himself a place as one of her soft favorites. Someone she liked to dote on, someone who, admittedly, was a crush, and she had begun to realize he was going to be one of the deep crushes that was not going to go away for the next decade or two, or probably another forty years from now. A rare sweetie that actually sunk hooks deeper into her heart with how nicely he treated her, and how he took the time from his day to spend it with her, or assist her in some way that might have been a bit too much for her to carry out on her own.

No, this was more than a crush. This was the kind of guy a living ▓▓▓▓ dreamed about pitching white picket fences and filling the yard out with, a variety of cats and little monsters all over the lawn. The kind of guy who she would be sitting by the radio with listening to their favored shows, and turning the tube on to watch the evening news. The kind of guy who'd put her coat on before they took off to the city dance hall in the evening, who would sing along to the tunes on the car radio with. The kind of guy who would turn their garage into his personal workshop and fiddle away with his trinkets and doodads, making who knows what, and she would have to come and pull him like a fish on a reel to dinner - when she wasn't right there with him, forgetting to make a meal all-together.

Ooooh yeah, this was that real-real stuff.

This is the kind of stuff that's definitely going to haunt her for decades to come.

"Yanno," Niffty tittered, sinking her lower face into the bunch of sentient flowers. Her lashes bat slowly, her coy look meeting his shy one. "back from when I was alive, a guy didn't give a gal flowers without it meaning something. You actually made these for me.." Her arms grow tighter around the bouquet, fingers sinking into their parchment. "Are you proposing to me or something, Sir P?"

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

Meet the Romans, pt. 2

Watched the second episode of the Meet the Romans docuseries with Mary Beard. Today’s thrilling subjects: urban planning and toilets!

It reminds me more and more of a modern metropolis. Sure, the specific amenities might be different, but the “fast-paced” feel of life, the way everything is happening all the time, the way that you learn to ignore the thousands of strangers surrounding you at all times, the pubs and shopping malls and gross-ass public toilets...I’ve been to New York City a few times, and I suspect that visiting Rome in 100 CE would’ve felt similar.

There are some big big differences in everyday life, though...

Technology has changed. No cell phones, cars or subways means that you would be walking everywhere, a lot.

Staying at home back then was a luxury for the rich. Being alone was unheard of. Your basic amenities were almost entirely outside the home - baths, food, entertainment, grooming - and your apartment was little more than a place to sleep after dark. Even for the wealthy, bedrooms were little more than cubicles, and they spent their days in shared rooms with the rest of the family or going outside.

Outbreaks of fire and disease were much more common, and precautionary measures were near-nonexistent. The fire hazard was exacerbated by how narrow the roads were - the traffic jams must’ve been as bad as ours!

Life stopped after dark. New York City “never sleeps,” but in the days before electrical lighting, the dark alleys of Rome would’ve been extremely dangerous. And you couldn’t go to the police for help if you were mugged, and or the law courts unless you were rich - though in practice that’s still often true even today. But in any case, when the sun went down shit got real.

No zoning. Rich and poor and businesses and temples were all on top of each other. And since most people walked everywhere, you’d have work, food stalls, baths, bars, and more all close to home. You might call it an extremely mixed-use development.

Slavery and physical abuse were socially acceptable. I won’t go into the awful details right now, but those things have a big impact on people, socially and internally.

I think there may have been one inaccuracy, regarding the xylospongium. The episode (and the Wikipedia article) claim that a shared sponge was used to clean up after defecating. Now, I’m hardly an expert on Mary Beard’s level, so I could be wrong, but this video makes a pretty good argument that the Romans actually used water, and the sponge was for cleaning the toilet, just like a modern toilet brush.

I’m leaning toward the latter view on account of the fact that it’s actually attested in other cultures, and the Romans probably would have figured out pretty quickly that a sponge would get people sick. They knew about contagious disease and bathed religiously, after all.

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

What kind of movies are you drawn to? horror for sure, thriller and suspense, love a good comedy too...drama...pretty much anything but horror is my biggest one How often do you update your Facebook status? rarely actually make a status, I’m constantly just resharing shit like I do on here What would you like best about living in New York City? I don’t live there, never have so I wouldn’t know but I’ve visited a couple times and I can tell the traffic would drive me fucking out of my mind considering I love to drive just to clear my mind, let alone trying to get anywhere on time...the insane prices of even trying to live there are a big reason I don’t too. What’s the main reason why you use a laptop/pc? out of boredom, to distract, for music... What do you think the world needs more of? respect, common courtesy and decency, easier access to being able to live comfortably rather than paycheck to paycheck in debt scared you can’t pay the bills..

What type of pet would you like to have? I’ve owned pretty much everything you can get your hands on...but I wouldn’t mind owning a bunny.  How do you feel about mornings? hate em, I’ve never been a morning person and I’m usually up all night into morning anyway given insomnia/night owl so yeah What breakfast are you most likely to have? bacon. anything bacon. and when I have the chance, pork roll sandwich What type of day do you like more? to maybe for once not have any drama or fighting or loneliness or being violently sick? that’s way too much to ask though Your social life is: nonexistent What career field could you see yourself in? that’s hard cause it’s switched a few times over the years...still wanna get into some form of journalism for sure, maybe being a crime reporter since i live mostly on crime shows/docs... When you’re starting to feel sick, you: pray this round won’t land me dehydrated in the ER as usual.. Which city would you rather relax in? somewhere closer to access places I may need, with more people around I guess...somewhere where I have him with me and he’s not constantly gone leaving me alone with the cat... What would you enjoy most about being a vampire? how easy it would be to kill myself. just go outside during the day. What colors are you most drawn to? earth tones, darker colors What flavor ice cream would you prefer? banana split You rather have lunch at: depends on what I’m tasting Your oldest friend would describe you as: stubborn You are attracted to homes that are: not too big but just right, quaint, definitely would love a backyard or pool (especially both), with certain amenities like dishwasher/washer/dryer/mostly floorboards for easier maintenance... What deadly sin are you most likely to commit? sloth What section do you drift toward at bookstores? young adult novels Are you a thinker or a feeler? both to extremes  Would you rather go to a festival or a book reading? depends what type of festival, say wine tasting or one with a concert and alcohol Are you more into drama or comedy? comedy Do you prefer to lounge in a hot tub or swim in a pool? I like both but pool for sure so I don’t get too overheated Can you roll your tongue? yeah but I can’t do the shamrock/clover thing  You are more likely to stop wearing something because? it gets ruined? Have you ever smoked pot? yeah Do you speak a second language? no I wish How many books do you have out in the public areas of your house? a few What three words best describe you? insecure, neurotic, stubborn What two elements are you most comfortable with? air and earth I guess Your relationships tend to be: depends on who and what the relationship is...complicated for the most part Who makes a better burger, in your opinion? my dad makes a mean burger on the grill...as far as restaurants? there’s a few local places that make a killer burger compared to usual fast food places Where would you most like to spend Christmas vacation? somewhere warm, I hate the snow For you, snow means: cold hell What do you like best about the holidays? most of the time they suck and have for a long time so...I’d say the food You think your eyes convey: everything I hold in... Besides screaming for ice cream, what else do you scream for? alcohol. depression. usual screaming matches with mom. Favorite summer scent? the breeze at the ocean, grilling/barbecues, fresh mowed grass, the flowers, chlorine of a pool Do you listen to Billy Ray Cyrus? no Do you know how to shoot a shotgun? yeah Do you like fried chicken? hell yeah

[gluttonyedits]

hi, would it be possible to get a stimboard for joshua (the world ends with you)? would love for it to feature cities or urban fixtures (like traffic lights, or even crowds), mild body stims (like finger tapping), spraypainting, piano playing, and/or rhythm games. know this isnt in your sourcelist, but i wanted to ask. not a problem if not, thanks anyways!

Perfectly fine with me, anon! I had to remove the body stims part of it so the themes flowed well, and the rhythm game stims were pretty much nonexistent so I went with… that kinda vibe instead? Anyway, it’s posted!

[keyofw]

Day 2 of NaNoWriMo and I’m 6500 words in. Now for an excerpt:

PRIDE

Just about the only people still working in this last week were the radio DJs. Even then most of them just played recorded clips on endless repeat. These days music stations were already nearly completely automated, so no change there except no ads and no intrusive announcements about the songs you just heard. Paul mindlessly flipped through radio channels. Someone might still be out there broadcasting news of some kind. It was a long shot but he wanted something new to listen to.

“...and this comes to us from a Mrs. Flynn from Tukwila. Dear Mr. Carson, she writes, can you please send this message out to my son? Your father and I are proud of you, David. We love you and miss you and are sorry we… we are sorry we cannot see you. You have always been our little boy and we’ve loved seeing what you have made of your life. We only hope that in these last moments you have found someone to share them with. Just know that we are sad to have to go, but we have… we have no regrets. We raised you right. We lived a good life, and we hope you did too. Love, your mother and father.”

The voice on the radio spoke slowly and calmly, stopping only a few times to regain composure. Someone was still in the booth at this station. Paul turned up the volume.“Just a reminder, this is Doc Carson. I’m the only one left in the booth, and I’ll be broadcasting all day until - until the final moments. For those of us with nowhere else to go, I’ll be your companion for the next sixteen hours or so. My e-mail address is still live and I will be reading your messages live on the air. Anything you want to say to anyone, I’m here for you.

“And now for a bit of news, what little there is left. From what we hear through the grapevine, there is still little to no traffic whatsoever. For the last week businesses have closed up shop and all other venues shut their doors. We’ve all stored up for ourselves what we need to make it through to the end. But if you have any last-minute emergencies, or you are still trying to see everyone on your visitation list before you go, the roads are open and free. All utilities workers have kept lines open and power on, but please don’t get careless. No one will be able to fix power lines. If you need food, water, clothing, or anything else, all shops in the greater Seattle metro area have been left unlocked and everything is for the taking. Looting is surprisingly nonexistent. People are taking only what they need for the last day. To be frank, even if the shops were locked, you could probably break a window and get in. Who’s going to come stop you anyway? But according to the messages I’m getting, it’s not happening. We’re seeing instead a mass movement of giving and charity. People are getting fed and clothed. The homeless population is taking up residence in Bed, Bath & Beyond. If you ask me, this is sort of how the world was supposed to work the whole time. Too bad we didn’t figure that out until the last few months. So, whoever is listening - whatever alien race picks up on these radio broadcasts, or whatever kind of god is out there - we’re sorry. We blew it.

“This next message, a bit of a long one, from a John Sykes in Magnolia: I was born in 1952 in Preston. When I was six, my father died of lung cancer. My mother had to take care of her five children all by herself. When I was eleven, I learned that the president had been shot. My oldest brother Tommy had been deployed to Vietnam. He never returned. In my first year of college, my mother took her own life. There has never been a time when death was not a basic fact of life. I knew that one day it would come for me, too. I got to live a pretty damn good and long time before the end. Not many make it to seventy-five, even without a goddamn meteor in the sky. Neither of my parents did. Tommy didn’t. The rest of my brothers and my sister all lived good, long lives, but they have since passed. I’m the last one left. It strikes me now how little difference there is between my own seventy-five years and my brother’s twenty-five. My children and my grandchildren may all feel cheated to know they’ll never get to see their golden years, as if life owed us a living.

“What are the golden years, anyway? Why do we work ourselves so hard, ignoring all the good things around us, hoping that someday we’ll be rewarded with riches when we’re too old and stupid to enjoy it? As far as I’m concerned, they’re all the golden years. Tommy was a bright and cheerful kid, despite everything in our family. He would draw little comic strips for me and my sister, superhero stories he’d make up. He also taught us dirty jokes that our parents didn’t approve of. When my father died Tommy was there to comfort us. We all thought of him as a hero when he went off to war. And when they brought his body back, we cried because we thought of it as such a huge waste. A whole life lost to a pointless war. But I refuse to see it as a waste, not Tommy, not my parents, not anyone, as if Tommy’s life only mattered if he got to get old and gray and lose his hair and teeth and forget his kids’ names or something. Maybe the things he did don’t matter to the world today. He mattered to me. Me, and no one else. That’s enough for me.

“The end is coming and it’s taught me that everyone has spent far too long trying to matter, trying to do something that will last for eternity. But if something is going to matter, it’s going to matter now. Tommy’s twenty-five years were some of the most precious years on this earth. We’re really nothing, all of us. If it wasn’t a comet or meteor or whatever, it would be something else - disease, murder, an act of God. One moment we’re up and talking and laughing and the next we’re gone, and the only thing that really matters is the things we do while we still have breath. Life isn’t a waste if you never achieved what you thought you were supposed to. Let it go. Just, let it all go. You don’t have a choice anyone. Anyway, that’s enough rambling from me. I should let you all know that I love you - each and every one of you. To my kids and grandkids, who wouldn’t know what a radio is if it hit them in the goddamn face - I cherish you and don’t regret a single day. I’m glad you existed, for whatever brief time that was. Maybe they’re right that the end is not the end, but even if the only thing waiting for us is a dirt nap, it will have been worth it. Goodbye to you all.

“Thank you, John. I love you, too. And now a message from someone just named Triss - a short one this time: to Mom, sorry about what I said. I love you. To Dad, thanks for everything. To the world, I love Vanessa. She means the world to me and made this whole life worth living.

“Once again, this is Doc Carson, from the Doc Carson show. From now until the end, I’ll be here, reading your messages to the world on KTST, and reminding you that you’re not alone even when - ”

Paul turned off the radio. He knew the messages should make him feel at peace but for some reason they just made him uneasy. It was silly to think it, but Paul had this gut feeling as if the messages were written specifically for him. Of course that wasn’t true, but he had a lot on his mind right now. Besides, he was almost there.

[nctscenarios]

Chapter 3 ✦ Are you flirting?✦

authors note

I'm recovering from covid :)))) and my mental health has been nonexistent but writting this late at night has been helping so I'm really going to try to keep my promise and write a chapter everyday babes, thank you for the love <3 :')

PLS TELL ME IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE CHAPTERS <3

TAGS: nctxreader fanfic ; jaehyunxoc; idolverse; smnewgg; fluff; angst; friends to lovers to enemies;

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13th Feb. 2020

SM Building (Training Rooms)

Y/N still couldn't wrap her mind over the fact that she was a trainee under the biggest entertainment company in South Korea and from that day she would be working to make her dream come true, she'd spent the last two days adjusting to the changes in her life. After her meeting with the chairman, she was introduced to a group of other trainees around her age and whom she would be training with. The looks on their faces when they were told that a european trainee was going to join the team? A mix of expressions, but nasty looks mostly. People whispered and ignored Y/N's presence for most of the time. She knew she couldn't take it personally, after all, she was there to achieve her dream and not to make friends.

It was lunch break, and it had been three days since she had started her training period officially. Sitting in the big cafeteria in one of the tables closest to the big windows, she ate her salad and soup alone, while listening to some music in her earpods and watching the little cars on the traffic, in the street several feet below. When she first got to SM she was shocked by the size of the company, it was the biggest building inside and out that she had ever been to. The whole place looked like it had been taken out of a sci-fi futuristic movie. Her mind tended to enter in auto pilot mode during lunch hour because of the jet lag that she was still suffering from and from all the tiredness. When she looked down at her plate and saw that she was almost finished with her food she decided that for the remaining half hour she'd try to have a nap in the practicing room.

With heavy and slow steps she made her way out of the cafeteria, hearing some chuckles and whispers from the table by the door where some girls she trained with sat, having their lunch.

" She's not even that pretty, she's not lasting long." she heard.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N pretended not to hear and turned up the volume of the music she was playing. Comments like this still hurt and affected her a little, even if she told herself they didn't. But they also made something spark in her, suddenly all of the jet lag and fatigue were replaced with will to work. So when she finally arrived to the practice room and noticed it was empty, she connected the speakers to her phone.

"This should work..." when a beep announced that the device was connected indeed, Y/N played her music loud, a song that made her feel excited and happy. Not paying a lot of attention to her surroundings she danced and rapped to Kanye Wests " Touch the Sky", the music bouncing from the speakers and filling the room.

This feeling of pure happiness was what made her go after her dream, and when she performed she knew she did it better than anybody else, because she felt it with her whole soul and body.

When the music reached the end, a few claps were heard making her startled and turn around clumsily, tripping on her feet and almost falling. A girl with brown hair and a pretty face leaned at the door and smiled at her.

Y/N bowed and muttered a shy "Hi", the girl started to walk towards her and offered her hand.

" You seemed like you were having a good time. Its nice to see that. I can't remember the last time I had that much fun during practice." Y/N gave her a awkward handshake. " I'm Hina, you must be the famous new trainee I've been hearing about."

Y/N scratched her neck and tried to avoid eye contact still embaressed from the little show she had put on earlier when she thought she was alone.

" I guess I am... but. Yeah, I think I am. I guess."

Hina gave her a small bump in the shoulder and laughed.

" Don't be shy, we look like we're the same age. How old are you?"

" I just turned 20 a few days ago. And you?"

" I turn 20 in a few months, I guess you're the unnie then." Hina gave her a small smile.

The two remained silent for some time, Hina scattered around the place looking like she had lost something, and Y/N tried to think of something to talk about and end the awkward silence between her and her knew acquaintance.

" I.. I've never seen you here before. Have you been missing practice?"

Hina was curved looking under one of the couches and let out a victorious "AH" after Y/N stopped talking. In her right hand she was holding a pink credit looking card that she got from under the couch.

" Oh yeah, I have. I've been skipping it for a few days." she said sitting in a comfortable positions on the floor. Y/N remained silent looking at Hina, waiting for more information. Hina understood and followed " Actually, I only came here for this" she was holding the card making it dangle a little. " I'm packing my shit and leaving but I realised I was missing my trainee card and, this is..." she gulped and stood up " was the only place I spend enough time in to loose something. And here it was."

Y/N's mouth formed a small O and she looked like she was at a loss for words. She had a lot of questions but it hadn't been 10 minutes since she had met Hina and she didn't want to seem nosey.

" Leaving as in..." she finally asked.

" The company."

Y/N's eyes grew to double their size and Hina laughed at her reaction, making the new girl embarassed and regret her expression.

" I'm sorry, I'm sure you have your reasons. I'm sorry that you're leaving though..." Hina shrugged her shoulders and looked around the practice room with an expression in her face that Y/N couldn't really debunk. It was a mix of disgust and sadness.

" Life's unfair like that. We all reach our limit and some dreams are meant to be only that, dreams." the tone in Hina's tone made Y/N shiver and feel sorry for the girl she had met.

" I'm sorry..." Y/N said again, almost in a small whisper.

Hina put an arm around her shoulders and pulled the foreign girl close to her and gave her a light squeeze.

" Why are you apologizing? You're not the one who stole my place in the new girl group line up girl."

"HUN?"

" You heard me right, they did that."

Y/N stood speechless in Hina's embrace with her mouth open.

" No.. wait, you need to spill the tea. Who did that? Omg are they allowed to do that?"

As soon has Hina was about to spill the beans to Y/N her phone rang, it was Herin telling her that all of the girls were downstairs waiting for her, so that they could go home and start to get ready for Jaehyuns birthday party. Looking at Y/N with a naughty smile in her face, Hina hung up the call and started walking, taking Y/N along with her.

" If your managed calls asking why you're skipping practice tell him you got your period. They hate hearing about it and never ask questions. Do you have any cute outfits?"

Y/N and Hina rushed down the halls of the company, reaching one of the elevators.

" Outfits.. I.. I don't know? What's the ocasion? Is this ok? Am I getting in trouble?" Y/N rambled looking around paranoid and scared of being seen skipping practice.

" A surprise party. But don't worry, you and Herin have the same height and weight I'm sure she has something that fits, LETS GO!" Hina rushed inside the elevator with Y/N and they pressed the floor and the button repeatedly to close the doors .

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When Hina and Y/N got inside Koeuns car, sitting in the back next to Lami the girls turned to Y/N with a curious look and introduced themselves. Thankfully all of them spoke english, which made her loosen up during the car ride, and she began to tell her story and how she had just joined the company a few days ago. She told them about her meeting with the chairman and how she and Hina had met earlier at the practice room. Herin had a cute english accent and she was very energetic, soon enough Y/N learned all about the SMRookie girls and how they had also been trainees at some point. Hearing about their story made her worry about her own future. Hina's story especially made her heart break, but Herins funny comments brightened the mood in a matter of seconds.

" Can you imagine that? Having an avatar of yourself have more screen time than you? tHEY HAVE LOST IT, I'M TELLING YOU, the old man has LOST his last marble" she would ramble with a strong british accent while she scrolled down instagram.

" Whats the dress code?" Lami asked from the back seat. " I'm stealing from your closet Herin, you better have options."

" Ah that's right, Y/N needs something too, I kind of... kidnapped her. And she can't meet her future sunbabes in practice attire." she giggled.

" Sunbabes...?" Y/N questioned looking at the road ahead.

" It's a joke luv, sunbae, babes, sunbabes." Herin said while she Koeun started to park the car in a small alleyway.

" Who's birthday party are we going to exactly? Hina hasn't told me".

Koeun turned to the girls in the backseat and looked at Y/N properly for the first time since she had entered the car. Y/N gulped and smiled looking at the older girl, all of the girls were really pretty but Koeun fit the korean beauty standard, her brown hair was wavy and her bangs framed her small face in a pretty way, her eyes were big and her smiled would melt anyone's heart in a matter of seconds.

" Jeong Jaehyun's". Koeun said unlocking her belt and opening the drivers seat door, getting out of the car.

Y/N's body froze in place. Did she hear correctly?

" F...fr..from...NCT?" she stuttered while Hina and Lami got out of the car following Koeun and helping her take some bags full of make up, clothes and shoes from the trunk.

" Do you know any other Jeong Jaehyun darling?" Herin said with a sly smile in her face, following the girls and running to the door of her apartment. Hina grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her out of the car, closing the door with a small bang.

" Don't worry, the boys are just that, boys. They might seem cool on the internet but they're the biggest group of losers we've ever met." Hina told Y/N while giving her a wink.

The five of them spent the following hours getting ready and filling Y/N in on all the tea and details about their relationship with NCT and other groups of SM.

" Yeri is an honorary member of our squad btw, she's the only one that reached stardom, and we're very proud of her. We hang out with her a lot so she'll probably be there tonight as well." Koeun shared.

" Oh god Yeri..." Y/N whispered while Koeun straightened her hair.

" Lets place a bet ladies." Herin said coming out of the bathroom, now with a full face of makeup and a cute green dress.

"WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?" Lami screamed from the bedroom.

" WORRY ABOUT WINNING FIRST!" Herin answered. " Now, the dilemma of the night is " Who do you think is going to be the first one to flirt with Y/N?"

Y/N's eyes widened " What?"

" That's SO obvious Herin, the nations slut, Nakamoto Yuta" Hina said while she made tried on some shoes.

"YOUDIDNOT!" Lami screamed coming out of the bedroom and laughing.

" Lami, I don't know if I approve of that outfit. Turn around"

" I say, Jungwoo." Herin said while she texted someone.

" Koeun stop it, I'm not twelve anymore..."

" You're sixteen, meaning, you shouldn't even be going."

" I know you and Johnny are going to be on my ass the whole night so, don't worry."

" As we should! Now, turn around, I think that's too short, isnt it too short Y/N?"

Y/N looked at Lami's annoyed expression and then at Koeun, she didn't want to be caught in the cross fire between the oldest and youngest but here she was, not knowing who to side with.

" Oh, Koko stop, she looks fine! Plus, it's shorts, not a skirt. If she puts on some stockings will it make you less worried?" Herin said hugging Lami from behind and then whispering in her ear " Come on, I have some with these big sparkles on you'll love them."

The two girls left to the bedroom and showed up a few minutes after.

" Better, a lot better" Koeun said picking her clothes up and going to the bathroom " Sorry I'm cranky... college has been killing me." she finally said with a guilty and apologetic look. " Btw... I bet, Hendery."

" Haechan for sure, the C in Chan stands for CREEP." Lami said looking around for a plug to charge her phone.

The girls let out a laugh and when the clock hit 9pm, they were all out of the door, on their way to the place the boys had rented for the surprise party.

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Johnny was pretty sure that if he wasn't a singer he's career would be something related to event planning. He had planned this birthday party in detail, and until now everything was going according to the plan. At exactly 9:30pm the guests started to arrive to the art gallery the boys had rented. It had two floors, on the bottom one, the atmosphere was cozy, the walls were black and two big video projections that filled the wall completly played on repeat, they were an artsy montage of videos and pictures of the birthday boy. A disco ball projected cool light beams in the room and upbeat music was being played by the DJ on the top floor. There were some tables with drinks and food, along with a big cake filled with candles.

"Hey guys welcome, welcome, thank you for coming, make yourselves at home." Johnny greeted the guest at the front door while they came in.

He noticed a familiar face coming throught the door and opened his arms embracing her in a warm hug.

" How's my daughter? You look dazzling I don't think I can let you in, you're going to steal the show"

" I know, deal with it." Lami said pushing him aside and waving to someone inside, running in their direction leaving the girls behind.

" I think she's going through puberty..." Koeun said with a small pout taking off her jacket and locking eyes with Johnny.

" Who's your friend?" Johnny asked pointing to a shy Y/N that grabbed Hina close by the arm. " I don't think we've met. Hi I'm Johnny." he offered his hand and Y/N shaked it while bowing slightly, all of this new and unexpected interactions were making her forget how to properly act.

" Are you flirting?" Herin said throwing her jacket at Johnny.

" Hello to you too Lady Diana. How was Buckingham?" he asked in a mocking manner and showing her the tip of his tongue.

" Cuz if you are, I owe Yeri five bucks..."

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The hardest part of organazing the surprise party was making Jaehyun not suspect anything. Taeyeong was very surprised to see his friend completly oblivious to what was about to happen in a few minutes, but he also noticed Jaehyuns mood seemed to be down. They walked on their way to a " fun game café " that Taeyong had suggested, the night was cold and the heavy grey clouds on the sky warned it would be pouring any moment now.

Taeyong glanced to Jaehyun a few times before asking in a hesitant tone:

"Are you ok? You seem a little...out of it."

Looking ahead with his hands in his pockets and with a beanie covering his ears and forehead, Jaehyun sighed, releasing a small cloud of smoke while doing so.

" Sorry, I have a lot on my mind, that's all. Thank you for getting me out of the house, I needed it."

Taeyong pursed his lips and hummed. He started kicking a small rock, making it roll forward down the street.

" Is it... because of, we know who?"

Jaehyun faked a cough and sniffed his nose.

" We should hurry, it looks like it will rain soon."

Taeyong knew better than that and he never tried to touch the subject of why Jaehyun was such in a bad mood, he hoped the birthday surprise would help his friend forget about his recent heartbreak, and rise his spirit. The both of them hurried their pace and just when they were about two doors away from the gallery's door Taeyong pretended to trip and blamed it on his untied shoelace.

He got down on his knee and smirked, seeing Yuta and Mark approach Jaehyun from the back trying their best to not crack up laughing.

"Do you need help with that?" Jaehyun asked looking down at Taeyong with a slight tone of annoyance in his voice.

Taeyong rose his head and saw Yuta hug Jaehyun locking him in his embrace while Mark put Jaehyuns beanie down and covering his eyes, in a very clumsy way while laughing like a maniac. The three boys began to drag Jaehyun who cursed and swore they would regret doing whatever they were planning on doing to him.

Yuta lifted the boy while Mark and Taeyong opened the gallery door and hurried inside. Jaehyun felt Yuta release him and he felt a mix of smells coming through his nose. A mix of perfume and eletronic cigarette fumes, along with food. He extended his arms and started to try to figure out his surroundings.

" I'm going to kill you when I find you three!!!"

With a swift motion, a hand pulled his beanie out of his head, and a big crowd in front of him screamed Happy Birthdays and a shower of conffeti fell on him, music started playing and a sea of guys began to run towards him screaming, his bandmates and some other friends.

"DUDE, CONGRATS. Are you surprised or what?" Mark asked with a wide smile in his face.

Jaehyun looked around wide eyed, greeting the guys in front of him with hugs and hand shakes.

"When did you guys prepare this? Thank you..."

Johnny came holding two champagne cups and gave one to the birthday boy and patted him in the back.

" No need to thank, I know I'm the best."

" John D, you're the man, this is crazy. I owe you one..." Jaehyun clinked his cup with Johnny's and the both of them took a big sip before Johnny grabbed him and started giving a tour of the place, going around and greeting the other guests. He showed him his cake, and where the open bar, the DJ and lounge area were. They stopped for a while watching the projections on the walls, curated by Johnny obviously, and Jaehyun couldn't help but hide his face in his hands from embarassment.

" Man this is too much..."

" Anything for you my king"

" Ew"

"It's not everyday that you turn 23! You need to enjoy life and celebrate it while you can man." Jaehyun gave him a side smile and a took another sip from his drink. " Speaking of little things."

Lami appeared in front of the two boys, hugging Jaehyun while screaming wishing him a happy birthday. Jaehyun patted her back and ruffled her hair, thanking her with a surprised face.

" What are you doing here Lami?"

" Partying of course."

Johnny took her cup from her hands and smelled the content inside, frowning and crossing his arms in front of his face while Lami made a face 😬 .

" Go before I tell Koeun, I have my eyes on you."

" Koeun's here?" Jaehyun whispered turning his head to Johnny.

" Yes sir" Lami left while making a salute to Johnny and bitting her smile.

"Koeun's here?" he repeated and this time Johnny signaled with his head to a corner of the room, where Jaehyun saw Koeun, Hina, Herin and Jaemin sitting in a couple of bean bags. " Nooo..."

" Dude it's chill, Taeyong knows." Johnny told him starting to walk toward the group " They're good, no bad blood between the two so no need to worry."

" Isn't it awkward for them tho? I mean, I wouldn't really love the idea of being in the same place as an ex of mine." he walked beside Johhny.

The taller boy shrugged his shoulders and finished his drink, putting it on top of a table and taking another two filled cups.

" Not my business. Now, lets change subject..." he whispered the last part, faking instantly a small and greeting the group in front of him and Jaehyun. The girls waved and wished the birthday boy a sweet birthday and proposed a toast, wishing him a great year.

" We didn't have a lot of time to get you a gift tho... sorry Jae." Koeun said with a small smile. Jaehyun waved his hands and head, telling them they didn't need to gift him anything.

The atmosphere in the gallery was now more chill, smooth jazz covers playing, people were a bit tipsy and tired, so most of them sat in the launge area chatting or playing some drinking games.

Johnny and Koeun had gotten some snacks for the group to nibble on so that they wouldn't fill their stomachs with booze only.

Jaehyun smiled when he noticed one of his favourite songs being played:" Can't take my eyes off of you". He drank a shot with Herin and let Johnny feed him a weird looking spring roll.

Making some small talk about how everyone had been and what they were doing, the six of them spent some time chatting, eating and drinking. By the corner of her eye, Herin spotted something, and banging her hand in the table in front of them, making the cups shake and almost spill, she started laughing and pointing.

She turned to Hina and got very close to her face, talking to her in a mocking way.

" I told you, I told YOU guys. I win the bet! GIMME MY 20 BUCKS!!!"

Turning their heads in the direction that Herin was pointing the girls scoffed and began to search for their wallets.

" What? What's happening?" Jaemin spoke, seating beside Hina and searching in the crowd for what could be the event that made Herin so fired up.

" We made a bet. Which one of you suckers would hit on the new girl first." Hina told him with a pout. " I can't believe Yuta failed me like this." she held Herins hand open and slammed a bill of 5 in it. Herin stretched the bill in front of her eyes and giggled.

" Let this be a lesson, for you all to stop underestimating Jungwoo. He's a master flirt."

Bitting on his tongue and squinting his eyes Jaehyun searched for Jungwoo and the girl that was being talked about. He had known Hina, Lami, Herin and Koeun for years. It was always the four of them, so who could it be that they were talking about?

" He may be a master flirt but Y/N looks like she wants to punch him in the face." Hina remarqued.

In sync, Y/N turned her face to look at her friends, with a annoyed expression ,and Jaehyun's eyes landed on her. The both of them locked eyes, tensing up in place. Y/N felt her mouth go dry, and the voice of the boy that rambled in front of her started to fade. Jaehyun bit his lips and clenched his drink in his hand, wanting to turn away and break eye contact. But how could he? When his heart was starting to skip a beat, to the sight of the most beautiful girl he had seen in his life, with the most annoyed face in the room.

"Y/N is it?" he asked getting up and downing his drink, giving Johnny his cup and leaving, walking towards Jungwoo and the girl that caught his eye.

" What is he doing?" Hina whispered, shaking Jaemins arm that had the most stupid smile plastered in his face.

" Oh shiii hi hi hit." Jaemin giggled hiding his face behind his hands.

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this is huge but I regret nothing 😎

taglist: @queenrachelpink

[zsocca55]

Hello there, I’m back and I’m ready to share my experiences about my vacation in Italy! ❤️🇮🇹❤️ Yeah, the destination was a last minute change at the start of summer but me and my siblings were overjoyed because our family as a whole has never been abroad together. (Save for visiting Austria but that’s entirely different.)

Shit happened just right before we went on our journey but that didn’t stop us from enjoying our vacation! We drove through Austria and then arrived in Italy after an 8 hours long trip during the night.

Let me say this, Italy is such a beautiful country! It has a very different aesthetic compared to its neighbours, and we already noticed the change once we crossed the border. The architecture and the colorful buildings were our favorite. The small villages and the beachside towns are so lively and full of life.

We surprisedly noted that the oleander flower grows in trees in Italy while it almost instantly dies in Hungary if you miss to water it once. My little sister likes flowers very much and she was so happy to see all kinds of weird flowers blooming all around which are kinda alien to us.

But seriously, Italy is so colorful. I love that. Plus it’s very crowded in a very fashionable way that I can’t really describe. We just got the vibe that people crowd their stuff together very tightly in the shops, in the gardens, in the streets, in the town even but it all looks fine and nothing seems out of place. It was a very weird experience compared to Austria, where everything is very orderly and chaos is almost nonexistent.

And Italians…!!! ❤️❤️ They are so friendly! Even if there is a language barrier (only I speak fluent English in my family, my younger brother speaks some German and my dad only speaks Hungarian XD) they still find a way to convey what they are trying to say. I guess body-language is an important part of that. They really do use their hands to communicate everything. And it works! My little sister really enjoyed watching Italians converse, as she loves the language dearly and has been learning it for some time on her own now.

Italians are also very fashionable. They make everything look very inviting and desirable. Seriously, everything looks good in Italy. (Give me your natural aesthetic sense folks!)

And they are pretty chill about everything. I mean, traffic is a chaos but nobody is shouting/cursing so I guess they are used to it. We had funny encounters during our trips in town.

What I also noticed is that Italians are first and foremost expecting Germans to come and have a vacation there. (And oh boi, 80% of the tourists were either German or Austrian.) I mean, the main foreign language Italians spoke there was German. And they speak it very well. But we barely found anyone who spoke English well or at all! It was an issue mostly for me though, because I prefer English above German due to the fact that I haven’t been using my German in ages and so it’s very rusty. I understand when someone speaks in German to me but it takes minutes until I put a sentence together and answer so yeah, English for the win. But it didn’t help me when the shop sellers didn’t speak English at all. T-T

So we communicated in a weird mix of German-English-Italian-Hungarian. It was one of the funniest experiences of my life. (Some sellers knew Hungarian words too!) And yeah, I tried to learn some Italian while I was there too.

I also loved the carefree atmoshpere. Nobody was running anywhere. People are so chill with time that it felt comforting. I need to learn how to keep my cool like that and not fret about not being sharp on time everywhere. (Because I have the bad habit of going to places almost an hour before I supposed to so just I never be late. It’s kind of annoying.)

And the beach was great, if not a little crowded. (There were so many people! I get nervous sometimes.) Also this was my first time seeing a sea and swimming in salty water.

All in all, me and my family had a great time and we enjoyed our vacation immensely. As if we were teleported away from problems and stress altogether.

We were quite sad to leave. Staying another week would have been so good….Anyway, I love you even more Italian folks, you have such a nice country! 💕

[gonnabereallyfastfriends]

Last Night Beca (3/4)

pairing: bechloe

rating: t

summary:

UNKNOWN @ BECA:// I hope you liked the pictures :) xx UNKNOWN @ BECA:// This is Chloe, btw <3

At just two texts, Beca almost threw her phone across the room. For four days she had been waiting for this moment. The moment where she was finally able to talk to the beautiful stranger who was basically haunting her dreams. Now that it was here, she had no idea what to say.

What do you say to someone who gave you the best night of your life, even though you don’t remember it?

BECA @ CHLOE:// dude, really? you had my number this whole fucking time?

Read chapter 2 here!

Read chapter 4 here!

Read on AO3!

UNKNOWN @ BECA:// I hope you liked the pictures :) xx

UNKNOWN @ BECA:// This is Chloe, btw <3

At just two texts, Beca almost threw her phone across the room. For four days she had been waiting for this moment. The moment where she was finally able to talk to the beautiful stranger who was basically haunting her dreams. Now that it was here, she had no idea what to say.

What do you say to someone who gave you the best night of your life, even though you don’t remember it?

BECA @ CHLOE:// dude, really? you had my number this whole fucking time?

Oh, that’s right. You be a jackass to them.

BECA @ CHLOE:// yikes

BECA @ CHLOE:// that was awful, I didn’t mean it like that

Beca felt like her fingers were possessed. She couldn’t stop typing.

BECA @ CHLOE:// you’re just really pretty and my memories of friday are close to nonexistent and I’m really upset I can’t remember most of it

BECA @ CHLOE:// kind of mean of you to make me wait so long

BECA @ CHLOE:// you owe me

Luckily, Chloe texted her back to put her out of her misery before she said something truly embarrassing.

CHLOE @ BECA:// Aww, for what it’s worth, I am sorry!! But if you remembered Friday you’d remember I told you that patience is a virtue ;)

CHLOE @ BECA:// How about you meet me at the bar in an hour for a drink to make up for it xx

BECA @ CHLOE:// …fine. you’re still mean though

CHLOE @ BECA:// I can live with that <3 <3 <3

- - - - -

Beca was having a heart attack.

Well, maybe that was dramatic. At least she felt like she was.

After Chloe’s last text, Beca had become a whirling dervish of nervous energy. In an amazing display of grace and elegance, she tripped and almost crashed into the wall when she got up to go find something to wear, much to Stacie’s amusement.

Now, she was standing outside of the bar under the neon sign with Chloe’s dress draped over her arm. Taking a deep breath, she mustered any confidence she could locate and made her way in, hearing the jingle of a bell over the door announcing her arrival.

It was a small bar with a cozy atmosphere. Movie posters, old traffic signs, and pictures covered the walls, and there was a vintage jukebox in the corner. Besides a couple of older men at the end of the bar furthest from the door, Beca was the only person there. It was a Tuesday, after all.

She made her way to the bar to hopefully get a drink to calm her nerves when a man walked through the door behind the bar and waved at her.

“Beca Mitchell, as I live and breathe!”

Beca recognized him from the photos that were currently in her jacket pocket. It was the boy who had been working behind the bar in the picture with who she assumed was Chloe’s friend.

“How are you feeling?” he asked with a smirk. “I am still surprised that you were able to walk out of here without falling on your ass, although it was a close one.”

Beca shook her head as she sat down on one of the barstools. “I think part of me died that night. You need to refresh my memory, though. Who are you exactly?”

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know it was that bad. I’m Jesse, I own this place.” He paused to take her drink order (anything but tequila). “I’m also Aubrey and Chloe’s friend if any of that rings a bell.”

“Yeah, that sounds a little more familiar to-”

The bell over the door jingled again, cutting off her sentence. Beca tried to prepare herself, knowing what was coming next. Even with her rushed preparation, she almost fell off of her stool when she swiveled and looked towards the door.

It was like everything else disappeared when Beca saw Chloe. She was wearing a simple outfit, jean shorts and sneakers with Beca’s sweatshirt she loaned her and her long red hair in loose curls floating past her shoulders, but she took Beca’s breath away all the same.

Holy shit.

“Holy shit.”

Oops .

“I’m glad I can have that effect on you twice,” Chloe said laughing as she made her way over to Beca’s side. At the confused look she got in return, she continued. “That was the first thing you said to me the other night.”

Beca felt her face begin to heat up and placed her hands over it to try to hide her blush. “That… is incredibly embarrassing.”

“I think it’s incredibly cute ,” Beca heard as she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and gently tug it away from her face. Chloe now had a drink in her hand that Jesse must’ve had ready for her and was smiling down at her from her standing position. “Now come sit in a booth with me and I’ll tell you all about your wild night out.”

Beca grabbed her drink that had been placed down next to her and followed Chloe to one of the few booths that resided against the right wall of the room, laying the teal dress over the back of the seat. As she sat opposite the redhead, Beca felt her watching her and looked up to see the smile she had dreamt so much about aimed right at her. She couldn’t help but return it.

“I have to know: how much do you remember from Friday?”

With a sheepish smile, Beca replied the unfortunate, “Not much. I remember leaving my apartment, coming here, and being with you. That’s pretty much the extent of it.”

“So you don’t remember the mindblowing sex?” Chloe asked in a low voice after leaning across the table towards Beca.

Beca felt her jaw drop and stared wide-eyed at Chloe’s blank expression until she noticed the corners of the girl’s mouth begin to break into a smile. When Chloe began to giggle ( god, it was the cutest thing Beca has ever heard), she rolled her eyes. “You are literally the worst.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Chloe said, still giggling, as she reached out and squeezed Beca’s hand in apology.

With that tiny touch, Beca felt like her hand was being electrocuted.

“Before we start your storytime, is there any chance you’ll leave out the extremely embarrassing parts? Spare my dignity at least a little bit? Because based on the pictures, I was a hot mess.”

“It depends,” Chloe began with a small smirk that almost knocked Beca out of the booth and onto her ass, “Do you consider begging me to kiss you on and off for a couple of hours embarrassing?”

Beca grimaced at those words as she remembered the live stream that killed any chance she had at seeming cool to anyone, ever. “Yes. That is definitely listed under the category of extremely embarrassing.”

“Unfortunately for you, those are my favorite parts and are staying in the story,” Chloe said with a wink. “You’re just gonna have to deal with it, babe.”

And Beca thought the smirk would be what hurt her in this entire experience that involved Chloe? The wink and calling her babe that came with that sentence almost sent her straight into cardiac arrest.

“Okay, I’ll brace myself. Let’s get to it.”

“It started when my best friend Aubrey and I decided to go to our favorite bar after a long week…”

- - - - -

Friday Night

Chloe had a terrible week.

She adored her job. She often thinks that her decision to go to vet school was the best one she’s ever made. She gets to see cute animals daily and do something worthwhile with her time.

But damn is it exhausting sometimes.

That’s what led her and her best friend, Aubrey, to their friend Jesse’s bar. When they first moved to the city after undergrad, they frequented it almost every weekend. Now, it was a rarer occurrence as both girls were usually too busy with work to align their schedules for a drunken night out.

As they approached the building, Chloe pulled a disposable camera out of her purse and snapped a picture of the neon sign on the front of the building.

“Did I time travel back into the ’90s? What’s with the camera?” Aubrey asked her with a smile as they stepped into the small bar.

Chloe replied with a shrug. “Closet cleaning. It was under that pile of sweaters that you always yell at me about.”

Chloe, along with Aubrey, made her way to the half-full bar and sat in her usual seat, a few stools away from the end. They went through their usual motions of a night out like this: they greeted Jesse, ordered their usual drinks, and then talked about all of the gossip they hadn’t had the chance to fill the other in on in the past few weeks.

“Here you go, ladies,” Jesse said, placing the two drinks on the bar top in front of them. He motioned to the camera that Chloe had placed on the counter when she sat down. “You better be taking a picture of those masterpieces!”

Chloe picked up the camera and took a picture of the two drinks. She then turned to Aubrey and directed her to lean towards Jesse behind the bar for a picture, despite the blonde’s protests at the quality of pictures from the fifteen-dollar cameras. “Come on Bree, it makes for good memories!”

After getting up to snap the picture that took altogether way too much convincing to happen, Chloe sat back down and began lifting her glass to her mouth when she saw a small figure all but collapse half of their body on top of the bar to the right of her.

“Hello, I will take any form of tequila, please! You can even pour it directly into my mouth, I’m not picky.”

Chloe watched Jesse shoot her and Aubrey an amused look at the slurred voice before he responded to the stranger. “How’s a tequila sunrise sound? I feel like I shouldn’t be giving you a shot right now.”

“That is perfect .”

Chloe couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity upon hearing the voice. She couldn’t place it, but she was almost certain she had heard it before, or at least one incredibly similar. Deciding to end the mystery as it began, she turned her head slowly to the side to see who the drunk stranger was.

When her eyes landed on the small girl, she thought she was going to fall off of her chair.

“I’m sorry, I could be crazy and this might be totally wrong, but are you Beca Mitchell?”

The girl who had been resting her head on one of her fists picked her head up and when her line of sight connected with Chloe’s, her dark blue eyes flew open and she muttered what sounded a lot like “holy shit.”

“Yes?” Chloe asked the brunette, who she now had no doubts was Beca Mitchell, with raised eyebrows and a smile beginning to creep onto her face.

Beca Mitchell, famous music producer and now solo artist. Beca Mitchell, whose album Chloe had listened to at least one song from it a day since it came out. Beca Mitchell, who just finished a tour that sold out in twenty minutes. Beca Mitchell, who Chloe was constantly teased about having a massive crush on.

It’s not her fault the girl has an incredible voice and an even more incredible appearance.

Chloe’s only human.

“Sorry,” Beca said as her already alcohol-reddened cheeks started to turn a shade darker. “I am Beca, but you’re just, like, really fucking pretty and it caught me off guard.”

Beca Mitchell… who thinks she’s pretty?

Chloe couldn’t help the huge grin that appeared on her face. “It’s nice to meet you, Beca. I’m Chloe.” Gesturing to her friends, she introduced both Jesse and Aubrey and watched as Beca seemed to squirm at the compliments they gave her.

Chloe glanced at the camera that was resting on the counter in front of her and decided that this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. “Any chance my favorite singer will let me take her picture?”

Beca nodded as she grabbed the drink Jesse had set in front of her. Chloe waited for her to turn towards the camera and took a picture of the girl as she sipped at her drink with a smirk now on her face around the rim of the glass.

“Big fan?” Beca asked after the flash went off, the smirk still present on her face.

She tried to remain calm and shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Beca said with a grin before tipping her glass back. Chloe watched on in amusement as the singer drained half of the drink in one go.

“Not to pry, but is there a reason you’re chugging that?”

It was very clear that when Beca walked in she was already drunk. Past drunk, in fact. She’d probably have bruises on her ribs from how hard she slammed into the bar earlier. Chloe wasn’t a stranger to these nights, but she at least usually had them in the comfort of a friend's house, not in a bar as a famous singer.

Beca looked up from her drink until her eyes met Chloe’s, her face suddenly very serious, and Chloe tried to prepare herself for what could potentially be an upsetting answer.

“I, Beca Mitchell… am a workaholic,” Beca said as her face split into a lopsided grin and Chloe felt relief flood her body. “My friend told me I needed to have fun for once, but I like to think I’m a lot of fun usually. So now it’s just fun while drunk.”

“You’re doing the drunk part really well,” Aubrey piped up from the other side of Chloe, her tone judging. Chloe was ready to turn towards her friend and tell her not to tease when she noticed Beca smile as if she just won an award. The singer then went so far as to thank Aubrey for what Chloe was positive was a somewhat criticizing comment.

It was the cutest thing Chloe has ever seen.

Even Aubrey seemed to think so, apparently, as she laughed under her breath and leaned around Chloe to look at Beca, all ill-will forgotten, and said “you’re welcome.”

“Although,” Beca began as she tapped her finger against her chin as if in thought, “I can do the drunk part even better if your boyfriend gives me a shot.” Chloe laughed at Jesse’s reddening face as Beca reached her hand out to him expectantly.

“I’m- god. I’m not her boyfriend. Either of them.”

“You have total heart eyes for blondie, it’s okay,” Beca called out to his back as he retreated to the liquor bottles and poured her a shot of tequila. When he returned, the blush was gone and was replaced by a smirk. He handed the shot to Beca, and she immediately threw it back into her mouth.

“It’s awfully bold of you to say that when you’ve been drooling over Chloe since you walked in here.”

Chloe watched as Beca choked on the shot at his comment. She had only gotten what looked to be about half of it down and ended up spitting the rest over the bar in a coughing fit.

“Breathe, Beca. Breathe,” Chloe said as she laughed at the brunette. “You called me pretty almost as soon as you got in here and you aren’t exactly subtle at checking me out. It’s not anything that I don’t already know.”

It was true. Since Beca had first looked at her, Chloe had noticed that the singer couldn’t stop staring at her, and not just at her face. Luckily, in the rare times Beca took her eyes off of her, Chloe did the same.

“That doesn’t mean call me out on it! I’m going to the bathroom, you people are mean.”

Chloe watched as Beca hopped off of the barstool in a huff reminiscent of a child and stumble to the bathroom. Surprised that she hadn’t run into any of the tables on the way over, Chloe turned towards Aubrey to see what she thought about this strange, yet very welcome, encounter.

When she saw the shit-eating grin on her friend's face, she wished she hadn’t.

“You’re totally into her,” Aubrey said with the smug grin still plastered on her face.

Even as Chloe tried to give Aubrey her best annoyed look (which wasn’t a very good one), she couldn’t deny it.

How could she, when Beca was so damn cute? It’s not every day when your celebrity crush walks into a bar, drunk out of her mind, and calls you pretty.

She gave up on trying to act annoyed at the questioning. She was always a bad liar. “I can’t help it, Bree! Did you see how hot she is?” she practically whined out.

Beyond the obvious factor of finding Beca attractive, there was something else. Chloe couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside while she was talking to her, even through the girl’s drunkenness.

While Aubrey shook her head at her, Chloe got lost in her thoughts, wondering what the best way to ask Beca for her number was.

At this point, she’s willing to beg for it.

She only snapped out of them when Beca walked past her to her seat and slumped over the top of the bar again.

“I think I’m dying,” Beca slurred out, the noise muffled by where her head was buried in her arms. “I stood up and now everything is spinny and I’m dying .”

Chloe couldn’t stop herself from documenting the moment. She grabbed the camera again and took a not-so-sneaky picture of the girl slumped over the bar. Beca lifted her head and looked around confused, presumably at the flash that went off, and finally, her eyes widened at the recognition of what happened.

“Really?” she whined at Chloe as she turned to face her.

“It’s a learning experience,” Chloe responded with a giggle. “I think you need something to look back on when you wonder why you are so hungover tomorrow morning.”

Instead of answering, Beca only slumped back on the bar with a groan, not able to hold her weight well enough to prevent her head from smacking the counter with a thud.

“Maybe you should head home before you pass out. How did you get here?” Chloe asked. She was really hoping the girl didn’t drive seeing as she had been drunk when she arrived at the bar.

“Walked, ‘m a few blocks away from my apartment.”

“How about we call you an Uber? I have the app, I can order one right-” Chloe started, but she was interrupted.

“No, no no no. Carsick.”

Chloe was impulsive. She knew that. She’s made many spur-of-the-moment decisions in her life, with only about half of them going as planned.

She knew her next question would be brought upon by selfishness of not wanting to end her time with Beca, yet still, she asked, knowing it would be the best impulse she’s ever had if the answer was yes.

“I can walk you home, if you’d like?”

She watched as Beca lifted her head from the bar again and gave her a small, drunk smile.

“I’d really like that.”

- - - - -

Present

“And then I had to help you out of the bar. You tripped over that table,” Chloe said with a laugh as she pointed at the table nearest the door.

Beca threw her head back and groaned. “God, that’s so embarrassing. Remind me again why after all of that you were still talking to me? And are still talking to me now?”

She didn’t have a clue. From her perspective, it sounded like she made a fool of herself.

Between immediately calling a stranger pretty, turning her drink into a projectile, and falling over a table, it didn’t sound like her best moment.

“I was still talking to you because I thought you were cute and there was no way you were making it home on your own.”

The combination of the soft smile on Chloe’s face and calling her cute made Beca short circuit for a moment. She paused to take a sip of her drink and tried to remember what words were.

“And now?”

“I still think you’re cute, which is my main reasoning,” Chloe began, her smile growing wider before she sighed. “And you forced me to leave my dress at your place so you could see me again.”

“ What?! ”

“That was way later though. I haven’t even gotten to my favorite parts yet!”

Beca rolled her eyes at the amused look that was present throughout Chloe’s retelling of Friday night.

“Whatever, just continue telling me how dumb I was,” Beca said with what she was hoping was coming off as an annoyed look but probably wasn’t. As an afterthought, she added, “And stop laughing at me!”