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troubatrain · 3 years

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You walked down Canal St, cursing Mat for making you come this far downtown in the middle of a Saturday afternoon to the Lower East Side. You knew why he did it, the perfect distance between your place in You opened the door of the dive bar, and spotted Mat in the back corner, pizza in front of him with two beers waiting for you.

“Please don’t ever make me come this far down Canal St again in my life Mathew,” You say, sliding into the booth and taking a sip of the drink that was waiting, “Also can you have picked a sadder place?”

Mathew’s smile was on full display, “You told me lowkey?”

“I told you lowkey because you’re obsessed with the notion that someone might see us, eating a meal together,” You say, referencing an agreement you’d made when you guys started hooking up.

“Do you really want all of that bullshit that goes along with people seeing us, be honest,” Mathew deadpans, a knowing look on his face.

You knew he was right, he’d seen people’s lives torn apart the second someone found out on the internet that he was seeing them. He’s seen it happen to his teammates and he really just wanted to keep you safe. You had your own successes and you did enjoy your privacy.

“Okay fine, why’d you wanna see me anyways?” You reluctantly agree.

“Oh, um I’m playing at MSG tomorrow, if you were interested?” Mat offers, hoping maybe you’d come if the game was at least in Manhattan.

“You made me come all the way here to ask me to go to your game?” You ask.

“Okay I was also hungry, and I wanted to see your pretty face,” Mat compliments, a smirk gracing his lips, “Among other things.”

“You could’ve cut the middle man and brought take out to my apartment,” You say back.

“Can I try and keep the romance alive, taking you to a nice lunch before I go back to your place and fuck you into your mattress,” Mat says, causing you to laugh.

Mathew really was a good guy, and in another life, you did think you could be in a relationship. He was nice, and he did actually respect you. He’d won over your roommate, always remembering to bring her food or coffee when he would bring it for you. He was honest with you, always and he never did anything without your consent. But, you were both twenty two and living in New York, there was no reason to settle down. Mat’s schedule was hectic, and quite frankly so was yours, you both barely found the time to have sex.

“Wow, maybe people should see us, so I can post on Instagram how romantic you are,” You joke.

The two of you spend the lunch catching up, you ranting about how awful your week was, Mat knowing you’ve been having a rough time at work. When the two of you started hooking up, you guys kept things about your lives private- trying to keep yourselves from catching feelings. But, when you’d gone over to his apartment and he could feel how stressed you were from how tense your shoulders were under his touch. You two didn’t even have sex that night, he’d run you a bath, and the two of you sat in the tub while you ranted and raved about how your boss was driving you absolutely insane. Thing’s had shifted that night, and the two of you never went back. You were sincerely Mat’s friend and you knew he was yours. There was a fine line between your friendship staying as a friendship and Mat and yourself were definitely walking on it but for the time being you just didn’t care.

You step into Madison Square Garden, the Islanders set to take on the Rangers and you knew it was a big game. You were a big Ranger fan growing up, your father was still a huge fan, but you hadn’t caught a game in a while. It never stopped you from giving Mat shit for playing for the Islanders even though he knew you really didn’t care much at all. Mat had left you and your roommate tickets, right against the glass. You watched as Mat skated around for his pregame skate, and you had to admit, the whole hot athlete thing wasn’t something you totally got. But, watching him skate around the ice with his hair on full display you were starting to.

“Maybe I should have gone to one of his games earlier,” you say to your roommate, eyes never leaving Mat.

“You’re drooling,” your roommate says, “Remind me not to come home tonight.”

“Are you going to stay at your boyfriend’s?” You ask, curious if you’d be able to have Mat over without bothering her.

“I planned on it,” she says, blushing a little bit at the mention of the guy she’d been seeing lately. You had yet to meet him, but she was spending an awful lot of time there.

The game was well underway when you started to eavesdrop on the two girls behind you, gossip about players on both teams.

“I wonder if Barzal is single?” The one girl asks, your ears perking up at the sound.

“No, I read on the internet he’s some girl in Vancouver that he flies out,” The girl says, as if she knew this was a fact. Your skin crawled at the comment, and you weren’t sure why. Mat wasn’t yours and he didn’t owe you any sort of explanations.

The Islanders ended up with a big win, Mat tying the game with a few seconds left and taking it to overtime in which he ended the game with another goal. You wanted to be happy, knowing exactly what mood Mat was after a big win, but you couldn’t be because you couldn’t stop thinking about those girls behind you.

You’d met Mat outside of MSG, him slipping out easily, hair still wet from his post game shower. He grabbed your face immediately, planting a kiss on your lips in the middle of Midtown.

“Good game?” You ask, knowing exactly why he so boldly kissed you in the middle of the sidewalk.

“I mean it was okay,” He smiles, waving down a taxi and giving the driver your address. Mat’s hand immediately lands on your thigh, his face filled with concern when he realizes how tense his hand was making you.

“Are you okay?” He asks lowly, not to bother your taxi driver.

“Fine, we’ll talk later,” You say, sighing and laying your head on his shoulder. It wasn’t his fault you were being a jealous brat, and you didn’t want him to have to worry about it.

Mat nods, his hand moving to play your hair, something he knew you liked when you were upset. You take the ride to your place in silence, taking in the city streets as you head downtown. You head up to your apartment, letting Mat in behind you. He sits on your couch, kicking off his dress shoes.

“Alright spill,” Mat demands, “Did I do something? You never tense up like that with me.”

“No you didn’t do anything,” You sigh, “It’s just- you know what nevermind.”

“No, it’s just what?” Mat asks.

“These girls behind me were talking about you and girls from back home that you fly out and all of this stuff and you don’t owe me shit but I was a little jealous,” you blurt out.

Mat smiles, long arms grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him, both of your legs straddling his waist, “Babe, I’m yours, no one else’s.”

The simple statement felt like a different page of your relationship was about to be written. You planted your lips on his, his moving to your back almost as an instinct. The two you moved in sync with each other until you finally pulled away, your forehead leaning against Mat’s.

“Mine,” You whisper, planting a quick peck on his lips.

“Yours,” Mat smiles, kissing you again slowly.

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stars-in-my-universe · 4 years

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Bad Idea: Part 8

Summary: When pop star Trixie can’t get her act together, her team makes a deal with the NHL…one that she can’t turn down. When NHL player Tyler Seguin can’t seem to get himself under control his team decides to thrust a certain Pop star into his life. Can the two play nice?

Warnings: Cussing.

Note: I am so sorry for the long wait. I wanted to get this part perfect but also life has been crazy and all. Thank you all for waiting and being patient. Please tell me what you guys think of this part, I had fun writing it. Also my inbox is always open so if you all want something let me know!

“Trix, bring the bottle!” Trixie stumbled into her kitchen glancing around looking for the tequila bottle that Cami was yelling at her to bring back to the living room. She Was getting to the level of drunk she was comfortable with and her and Cami had decided to invite some of their friends over.

Trixie was aching for something, some physical touch. In simple turns she was horny and she needed to get it in. One of their friends coming over was always down for a good time and they had been hooking up for years so she was hoping he’d be down for a good time tonight.

As she walked back into the living room and her eyes met his, he patted his lap and motioned her over. She bit her lip, this was exactly what she wanted. Something easy and something she knew she was going to enjoy. Jason was his name, he was cute and always had been. Dark wavy hair, standing at 6’0 foot with a swimmer’s body. He had known Trixie and Cami for years, he along with a couple of other’s ran with their close circle. She trusted him along with the rest.

Trixie made her way over to him, handing the bottle to Cami who was talking to their two other friends on the floor. They had Drake playing in the background and all she wanted to do was go upstairs with him. The tequila was hitting her and as she sat down in Jason’s lap she could feel how it had hit him as well.

“Someone’s excited.” He placed his hand on her hip and brought her closer to his chest. SHe wasn’t wearing much, just a crop top and shorts but her skin felt hot as he traced a finger against her thigh. She wanted it, now.

“It’s been awhile, Trixie. Take it easy on me.” She let out a laugh and went to look at her phone. She went to turn it off but stopped when she saw she had a text from Tyler. Sighing, she bit her lip and debated opening it. She hadn’t talked to him since the night of the game where she showed up as a surprise guest and nearly got her ass chewed out from his ex.

“Trixie, I didn’t think she’d be here!” Trixie hadn’t stayed the whole game, the two had sat down and smiled politely at the women around them. But Trixie knew they were beyond confused and out of the corner of her eye she could see a couple of the WAGS take out their phones and take pictures. The game had started and the two proceeded to keep to themselves, both watching the game and talking to themselves. After the first period the talk around them died down and it seemed everyone went back to what they were doing except for one. Ali was still sending glares over at Trixie and she could feel them, they weren’t subtle.

It wasn’t until the second intermission that Ali decided to make herself heard. She walked over and stood by the two girls. Cami glanced up at her but Trixie continued to stare at the empty ice not really sure what she was supposed to do.

“Trixie, is it? What are you doing here?” Cami glanced at Trixie who shook her head.

“I’m here because Tyler invited me. That’s all.” Ali scoffed.

“Why would Tyler invite you?” Trixie was trying to play the innocent role because she knew the woman around her would record her if anything got out of hand and she didn’t need this to be a bad public scene.

“He invited me.” Ali was a jealous ex girlfriend and Trixie knew girls could be mean when they were hurt but she also had very little patience.

“Cami…” She felt Cami nod and stand up. Trixie followed her.

“It was nice to meet you again.” The two girls made their way to the exit but she could hear Ali following them. Trixie walked out the door and nodded to the security guard that was standing at the door, he glanced at her and nodded standing behind her and blocking Ali’s view of the two.

“Oh that’s real nice, have your security guard do the bidding for you!” Trixie ducked her head as they made their way out of the building. No one took any notice of her, which she thanked her lucky stars for and the two girls made it to the parking structure and got into their car. Cami jumped into the driver’s seat and Trixie in the passenger. She threw her head back and sighed, fuck tonight.

“Let’s go home Trix.” She nodded and didn’t say anything else. It took about thirty minutes to get home and a little longer since they stopped through a Mcdonalds. As the two girls pulled up to their house, Trixie’s phone blared from her purse. Sighing she reached into it and pulled it out, grimacing at Tyler’s name on the phone.

“You should probably answer it.” Trixie sighed and pressed the green button on her phone but stayed silent.

“Trix?” She sighed into the phone.

“What Tyler?”

“Where are you? We were going to go out and I wanted you two to come-”

“I’m tired, Tyler. Ali was there, I don’t want to deal with any more paparazzi tonight.”

“Wait, wait, wait, Ali was here tonight?” Trixie closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

“She asked what I was doing there and I told her you invited me. She’s very pushy when she wants to be.”

“Trixie, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Tyler. She’s still a part of your life, a little heads up would be nice though. Do you think it’s going to look okay when someone posts that they saw Tyler’s ex girlfriend and his current fling together at the game?” Tyler let out a fuck.

“Trixie, I didn’t think she’d be here!” Trixie nodded.

“It’s fine, Tyler. I’m not upset, I just don’t know what the internet is going to say let alone our managers.”

“It’s always about business with you, Trix.” She rolled her eyes, what didn’t he understand. She may have been about business but she had to be, it was her image, her reputation.

“Have fun, Tyler.”

“We won by the way.” He didn’t sound happy, he sounded defeated. Trixie groaned.

“Congrats Tyler, I’ll see you after your road trip.” Without saying anything else she hung up the phone Cami glanced at her friend.

“I just want to go to bed before my manager calls me and bitches at me.”

X-x

Tyler sighed and leaned against the wall of the locker room, he felt like he had just taken a step back with Trixie. She was right, it was going to look bad with the two girls at the game and he wouldn’t be surprised if his manager gave him a call to ask him what the hell had happened.

“Ty?” Tyler jumped at the voice and turned to see Ali standing in the middle of the locker room. She smiled at him which he did not return. He was quite frankly pissed the fuck off.

“What are you even doing here, Ali?” He couldn’t lie, she looked good. Wearing his jersey with his number and jean shorts that you could barely tell were there.

“I just wanted to see you play and say hi. I missed you.” Tyler knew she probably wasn’t going to tell him about Trixie but she cuddled up into his space and smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes.

“I was wondering if you were doing anything after the game?” Tyler knew he was supposed To go out with the boys, and a part of him felt like him and Trixie should come up with a game plan however, the way Ali was looking up at him through her eyelashes and the way his cock had twitched knowing he hadn’t gotten some in awhile, he threw out all of the ideas he had and decided to go back to his house with Ali beside him.

That was a week ago and Trixie had a talk show to attend tomorrow about her new single coming out and she hadn't talked to Tyler about if he was going to come with her or not which is probably what he had texted her about. She sighed and told Jason to give her a second as she got off his lap and made her way back into the kitchen. She opened her messages and rolled her eyes a bit at Tyler’s text.

“Just got home from the road trip, was wondering if you wanted to come over and talk about tomorrow?” She texted back that she had company over and she’d meet him at her house around 11 tomorrow; The show not starting till 3 and she didn’t have to be at her and make up till 1. She went to lock her phone when his name flashed on her screen, he was calling her.

“Yes Tyler?” He let out a huff. If there was anything she was learning about him through all this it was that Tyler always wanted his way and was quite impatient and stubborn.

“So you threw a party and didn’t invite me?”

“It’s like four of us, not a party.” She thought she was holding it down and not giving a way that she was drinking but she could hear the judgement in Tyler’s voice.

“Ah so you’ve been drinking, I can hear it in your voice.” She scoffed.

“You’re not my father, Tyler.”

“I know, I’m not saying I am. I just wanted to call and check up on you. I haven’t talked to you since the game.” She stayed quiet unsure of what she was supposed to do with this information.

“I’m fine, we’re fine. Can I go now, you’re kind of keeping me from getting laid.” Tyler didn’t say anything at first.

“You better keep it under wraps, Trixie. I remember someone telling me it’s both our reputations on the line. I’ve done my part in being careful.” Trixie rolled her eyes again.

“I’m at home Tyler, with Cami. It’ll be fine, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up without thinking and went back into the living room, without glancing at her other two friends. She walked straight to Jason, grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs. She grinned when he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

As the two scrambled to get their clothes off, messy kisses and hands in hair, Trixie threw her phone on top of her dresser making sure to put it on silent. She didn’t want any interruptions. No Tyler, no management, nothing. She just wanted to breathe and have a good time.

X-x The next day Trixie had her makeup done, Cami and Tyler sitting backstage and Trixie was up on stage in front of a live audience. The morning had been pretty easy, easier than she expected. They had picked up Tyler in Trixie’s car and the three had made their way to downtown Dallas. Trixie had listened to Cami and Tyler give each other shit the whole way, chirping each other left and right making Trixie roll her eyes and laugh to herself.

Now though, her best friend and fake boyfriend were sitting backstage and she was on a fancy red leather couch getting ready to answer some fan’s questions.

“Okay let’s begin,” Trixie smiled at the blonde hostess whose name she couldn’t remember. They were an up and coming talk show so they were fairly new and they spent a pretty penny to get Trixie on their show. They had already talked about how she was releasing a single soon which wasn’t a lie, the producers had approved her lyrics and were ready for the next step, she should be in the studio starting next week.

“What do you like to do in your free time?” Trixie smiled at the camera, she loved this question.

“Honestly, I like going to the beach and I like dancing. When I used to live in California I was at the beach every week, plus Hollywood has such good clubs. If any of you go you should definitely go to Hollywood or even West Hollywood.” The host nodded.

“What’s different about the clubs out here compared to Cali?” Trixie took a moment to think.

“Honestly, everyone’s always on. In Hollywood everyone is constantly going whether or not you have work the next day, they’ll stay out till it closes. It’s just the atmosphere that is different out there.” The host laughed.

“Would you ever move back?” Tyler who was on the guest couch in the back on his phone looked up at the question. They never really talked about why she moved to Dallas or why she left California, something they could eventually talk about. He watched Trixie bit her lip and nod.

“Yeah I love California. Eventually, but right now I’m having too much fun exploring the world.”

“Speaking of fun, this next question I’m sure you’ve gotten a lot already, I heard you’re dating NHL star Tyler Seguin, is that true?” Tyler leaned forward and watched Trixie carefully. He wanted to see how she was going to breach this topic and for some reason he was nervous. Cami snorted from beside him on the couch.

“It’s okay, Tyler. She’s had to do this before, she’s a pro.” Tyler looked at Cami.

“How did you-”

“You're rubbing the back of your neck and and staring holes into the tv.” Tyler didn’t say anything else as he turned his attention back to Trixie.

“I saw he was here backstage, so clearly something is going on.” Trixie shyly smiled, people ate it up when she played the bashful card. They usually weren’t this pushy but she knew what she was getting herself into and she knew what she needed to do.

“Yeah, we met at a hockey game one night and we hit it off. So we’re hanging out, seeing where it goes. He’s actually showing me around Dallas since he’s been here for awhile now.” The hostess smiled widely at the pop star.

“So you guys are serious?” Trixie giggled and shrugged, shit even Tyler almost fell for the innocent show she was putting on.

“I mean I like him, he’s cute and makes me laugh. I’m assuming he likes me too, considering he’s here. But his dogs are to die for.” Tyler rolled his eyes but he had a smile on his face, Trixie did that well.

“Well then follow up question, this one’s actually from a fan, several fan’s actually.” Trixie nodded.

“How do you handle your current boyfriend being friends with his ex?” Trixie visibly froze, Tyler could tell even from sitting in the back. Cami coughed and let out a tiny fuck.

Trixie composed herself and smiled her innocent smile again tossing her hair over her shoulder. Act like you know before they catch you. Act like you know exactly what they’re saying. She racked her brain for any information and then it hit her, the game, where Ali was. Fans must’ve seen them together after the game, which meant Tyler most likely went home with her. Tyler groaned and leaned back into the couch wanting to go out there and explain but even if he did what he was going to say, uhhh yeah sorry I went home with my ex.

“It honestly doesn’t bother me, I’m friends with a couple of my exes. Sidney Crosby from the Pittsburgh Penguins being one of them. We still talk time to time. Plus I’m confident in our relationship to think anything is happening. I’m not holding Tyler back if he didn’t want to be with me he could leave.” The hostess smirked in her direction. Trixie could already see the negative comments underneath thi youtube video, the negative tweets but she stayed focused and decided to deal with that later.

“Well thank you Trixie for stopping by here with us, we hope to see you back soon and we all hope to hear your single! I’m sure it’ll be another number one hit!” Trixie thanked her and waved by to the crowd and walked off the stage.

Tyler didn’t move from his spot on the couch but Cami grabbed his arm.

“Let’s go pretty boy, we wait in the car. She will meet us at the car. She’ll have security so don’t worry. Whatever you do, Tyler. Smile, smile and act normal.” He nodded and followed Cami out the room and watched how smoothly she maneuvered through the flood of people. It was a skill only one who had done it a million times has mastered. The two made it to the car without any problems, Tyler jumping in the back seat and Cami in the driver seat. The two didn’t say much while they waited for Trixie to meet them until Cami broke the silence.

“Your ex is something else.” Tyler glared at the hairstylist.

“Look she wasn’t supposed to be there.”

“You left with her though, Tyler. It didn’t take a genius to google you and the first picture that popped up was you leaving the rink with her.” Tyler shook his head and pulled out his phone to try and prove Cami wrong but as he googled his name the first article read: Which one is it? Tyler seguin can’t decide.

“She doesn’t like being made to look stupid Tyler. Her image is bigger than yours. Like management said the only reason the paparazzi are looking at you now is because you are connected to her.” Tyler didn’t say anything.

“Here she comes.” Tyler watched Trixie walk over to the Suv and get in the passenger's seat. She didn’t look at the two nor did she say anything. Tyler didn’t know what to say or do, he wasn’t good with confrontation. The three rode in silence for a little while until Trixie said his name.

“Why didn’t you tell me you left with her that night, at least I would have known and wouldn’t have been blind sided by the question.”

“Honestly, Trixie. I didn’t think I had to but it also wasn’t planned. She showed up in the locker room last minute and-”

“We have to do damage control soon because people saw you two.” He nodded but knew Trixie probably couldn’t see him.

“I am sorry, Trixie. It wasn’t supposed to get out.” Trixie sighed and threw her head back.

“I know you’re sorry and I know you mean well. It’s just hard, Tyler. You’re used to paparazzi but not like this Tyler. Your every move is being watched except when you’re at home now.” Tyler could hear in her voice how defeated she was.

“How do you do it?” Trixie let out a ‘hm?’

“How do you deal with being watched all the time?” Trixie shrugged.

“You get used to it. A lot of the time I only show them what I want them to see, and sometimes I don’t even care. But days like these where I’m taken by surprise it’s a little much.” The car fell into a comfortable silence. None of the three really saying anything, not really sure what to say. They weren’t in complete trouble but the fans would be suspicious on both their ends.

Cami pulled up to the gates of Tyler’s house waiting for him to get out. Tyler said his good bye to Cami but then looked over at Trixie who was looking down at her phone.

“Trixie can I talk to you outside real quick?” She looked up at him with an owlish look, clearly confused as to what he could say but Tyler did feel bad about all of this. He closed the car door and watched Trixie climb out of the front and close her door as well. Trixie watched him sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, watching the way the bicep underneath his sleeve flexed a bit. She loved his tattoos and she loved when they flexed, it had always been a turn on for her.

“I really am sorry for Ali. It was a mistake but I was lonely and I hadn’t...well you know.” Trixie arched an eyebrow.

“Are you telling me Tyler Seguin hadn't gotten laid.” He glared at her.

“I haven’t really been allowed to pick up since this whole thing has started.” Trixie let out a laugh and nodded.

“I understand that, Tyler. Which is why I had Jason over the other night, I’m not upset about that. I’m just saying if that is going to happen, text me and let me know so I’m not blind sided on national television.” Tyler nodded understanding where she was coming from. They were both humans not sleeping with each other, they both loved sex from what he can tell and sometimes they missed that affection and intimacy.

“I’m not mad, Tyler. We’re good. I’m just exhausted and a little stressed.” Tyler once again nodded when an idea came to his head. He sent her a smile making Trixie cock her head to the side.

“What if we went out tonight. No Ali, neither of us picking up. You, me, your other half over there and maybe a couple of my friends? I can text you the address and we can just go out and drink and have fun. You said it yourself you missed the Hollywood clubs, I know of one that might scratch the itch you’re looking for.” Trixie glanced up at Tyler, a little confused and a little intrigued.

“Plus it’ll be good publicity after today.” Oh that’s right, business. For a second she thought he was doing it because he was her friend or at least starting to be.

“I’m down, text me a time and where we’re going. We’ll meet you there.” Tyler sent her a smile.

“Get dressed up, Trix. Look cute for me.” She let out a laugh and got back in the car.

“Always, Tyler.” He shook his head with a smile on his face and closed the door for her. Cami started backing out of the driveway and glanced at her friend.

“So?”

“Take a nap when you get home, we’re going out with Tyler and his friends tonight.” Cami groaned.

“Trixie. Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” Trixie shrugged.

“It’s good publicity. That’s all.” But somewhere in the back of her head she wished it was more.

X-x

Trixie and Cami showed up to the club and Trixie was absolutely in love. It was very similar to a nightclub she used to go to in Hollywood, the music was loud, the dance floor was packed and the lights were dim enough that you could barely make out who was where but she loved it.

Trixie motioned for Cami to follow her as she made her way to the back booth where Tyler said him and his friends were at. They didn’t do VIP this time just a simple booth in the back of the club. Trixie was excited. No one had realized she was here yet which was nice but she was also excited to just let loose.

Approaching the table, Trixie could see Tyler and she did everything in her power to not moan out loud. He wasn’t in anything fancy but he looked good. A snapback on his head of course, a nice grey short sleeve shirt, with tattoos on display and some black jeans. He had a shot in one hand and was looking down at his phone he had in his other. Cami let out a low whistle. Trixie glanced over at her.

“Your fake boyfriend looks good tonight.” Trixie didn’t say anything, instead she stepped up to the booth and hugged Tyler from behind feeling how her arms wrapped around him and feeling the abs through his shirt. Fuck, she needed alcohol. Tyler jumped and turned around but laughed when he saw Trixie smiling up at him.

He couldn’t deny she looked good, real good. She was wearing a dark red dress with a very low neckline, her hair was straight and she had light makeup on, not like she needed. But Tyler couldn’t look away from how the dress hugged her curves, how the dress made her cleavage look ten times more inviting and how the dress clung tight to her ass making it look a tad bit bigger than what it already was.

“Hi baby,” He smiled at the nickname and tucked her under his arm. Alcohol always made him feel a bit more affectionate than normal. He turned back toward the crowd and smiled.

“Everyone, this is Trixie and her friend Cami. Trixie and Cami this is Jamie, you’ve met him already. That’s Mike, Adam, Brett, his girlfriend Julie and Jessica.” The two girls waved to the group who shouted greetings back. Cami pushed past the two to sit next to Jamie and Mike leaving the two standing.

“I’m glad you came.” Trixie smiled up at Tyler. His eyes were a little clouded over and there was a light flush on his cheeks.

“You invited me, I couldn’t turn you down.” He reached for the shot on the table and handed it to her.

“Here, we have bottled service so drink up, Princess.” Trixie grinned and downed the shot handing it back to him. He took another one and placed it on the table.

“So Trixie…” His voice was smooth and Trixie could feel it go straight to her lower stomach and between her thighs.

“This dress all for me?” She knew they were supposed to be playing the part but Tyler was pushing the flirting like he never had before. Trixie wrote it off as him being drunk even as his hands found a place on her hips. She giggled and leaned into his body a bit more. She loved the way his biceps felt underneath her hands. She lightly traced his tattoos and coyly smiled up at him.

“You did tell me to look cute for you.” Tyler nodded and traced his finger down her shoulder to her wrist and laced his hand with her. Trixie froze a bit, this was new. Very new.

“Do you dance Tyler?” He looked back up at her and shook his head.

“Give me a couple more drinks and then we’ll talk.” Trixie laughed and let go of his hand, happy to pop the little bubble they were making for themselves.

“Shame, come find me when you’ve had enough to drink.” Tyler watched her call Cami over, who in turn invited the other two girls to go dance which they accepted. Trixie sent one last smile over to Tyler and walked out to the dance floor. Tyler wished he could say he didn’t stare at her ass and legs the whole time but he would be lying.

“I like her, she seems sweet!” Tyler jumped at Jamie’s voice right next to him making him laugh. Shaking his head Tyler reached for another shot and downed it. Trixie was going to eat him alive and right now he didn’t think he would complain. X-x

Trixie had been drinking and dancing since they had gotten to the club and she didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Tyler’s friends both would come and go from the booth but both girls seemed sweet and tended to get alone with Cami and Trixie. Cami had decided to take a break and went back to the booth, leaving Trixie to dance alone. She was fine with that, she didn’t need anyone else when she was in her zone.

She felt two hands wrap around her waist making her flinch a bit and step forward but he brought her back to his chest. She didn’t usually like to dance with random’s unless she was looking to pick up and usually she would be with them the whole night and they wouldn’t forcefully grab her. She shook her head and tried pulling away.

“Sorry, I’m just waiting for my friends.” The guy didn’t let up.

“I’ll keep you company.” She groaned and pushed him away making her stumble forward a bit due to her heels. She was immediately caught by a tattooed arm steadying her. She smelt the cologne and the hint of tequila and beer. She grabbed onto Tyler’s arm and looked up at him but he was looking at the guy who had just had Trixie.

“She said no, my dude. You might want to take a hint and leave.” The guy rolled his eyes but disappeared back into the dance floor. Tyler looked back down at the girl in front of him who was smiling shyly.

“You okay?” She nodded and grabbed onto this wrist. The alcohol was taking an effect on her and she just wanted to be close to Tyler.

“I told you, you should’ve danced with me.” Tyler let out a laugh and followed her deeper into the dance floor.

“That’s actually what I was coming to do, your friends all left you so I figured I’d be the next best thing.” Trixie smiled and turned around, placing his hand on her hips for him and snuggling up a bit closer to the front of him. She was now leaning back against him and she wrapped her arm around his neck leaning up a bit.

“So dance with me, Tyler.” Her body felt hot, she had no idea where the sexual tension between the two had come from but she was feeling it. Tyler gripped her hips a bit more and leaned closer to her neck, making her let out a whimper. The two moved in sync together, moving with the beat of the music. She was grinding back while he grinded forward making them both let out little sighs of contemptment. His hands started to travel, running down her thigh a bit, back up to her hip, running over her ribs and stomach. She leaned closer into him, loving the touch. He wasn’t doing much but his hands felt good.

Reaching up she grabbed the hat off his head and placed it on hers, turning around in his arms. His hands immediately went to her lower back above her ass, keeping her close to him. Both of their eyes were wide and full of heat. Trixie smiled up at him, biting her lip. Tyler looked down at her ready to ruin her makeup in a heartbeat.

“You look cute in my hat.” She could feel his breath ghost over her lips.

“I bet I would look cute in your bed as well.” She groaned at the shitty pick up line but she was feeling the drinks and he was making her feel good, really good. Plus this was supposed to be for their image anyway.

“Are you hitting on me, Princess?” She laughed at his mock offensive tone making her shake her head.

“You started it.” Tyler nodded.

“Yeah, Yeah I did.” They were both drunk and before they could do anything else Cami had pulled on Trixie’s arm making her step away from Tyler.

“We’re leaving, Mike offered to take Tyler and us home. Since only two of them drove.” Trixie nodded and looked over at Tyler.

“Let’s go, super star.” Trixie grabbed his hand and led the three toward the exit. Cami was clearly not as drunk as the two so she led the way; Trixie really thought since their bubble was broken Tyler would’ve let her go. But all he did was Wrap his arms around Trixie’s waist and bring her closer to him so they were walking together.

“You two make me sick.” Cami spit out as the three waited for Mike to bring the car to the front. Tyler nuzzled his nose into Trixie’s neck making her giggle and pull away a bit. She completely forgot she still had his hat on.

“Can you two just stay the night at my house? I’ll drive you in the morning?” Trixie glanced at Cami who shrugged.

“I was actually uhh, going to go grab a bite to eat with Mike. If you two wanted to go back to Tyler’s?” Trixie could feel the anxious feeling bubble up from behind the alcohol but as Tyler looked at her with puppy dog eyes she knew she wouldn’t be able to say no.

“You get to see the boys again?” Trixie laughed and nodded, getting into the back seat of the SUV.

“Fine, just because our house is far. Plus, I think Mike and Cami might bang.” Trixie whispered the last part making Cami glare at her best friend. The Car ride was quiet with nothing but the radio playing in the background. Mike and Cami talking briefly here and there. Tyler now had his head on Trixie’s shoulder, while she ran her nails through his hair making him let out a soft sigh. She was confused about how they got here, they hated each other a few weeks ago and now Tyler was whining a bit more for attention.

“We’re here. Can you two handle going inside?” Trixie nodded and nudged Tyler a bit who looked up with sleepish eyes.

“Yeah, I got it.” He pulled out his eyes and got out of the car. Cami glanced at Trixie and gave her a knowing look.

“Be careful, call me if you need anything.” Trixie smiled.

“Have fun, Cami. Be safe.” She got out of the car and smiled when Tyler grabbed her hand and pulled her through the gate and toward the house. They made it to the front door which Tyler happily opened. Trixie was immediately met with three wet noses sniffing at her legs and dog bodies circling around her heels. Bending down she happily took the dog kisses that were being given to her.

“Hi boys, Hello. How are you?” She had a dog voice already and Tyler loved it. He looked down at her and he could feel a sense of peace rush through him. It was probably the alcohol. Trixie looked up at him and stood back up, watching him. Tyler continued to stare at her, his gaze intense and hot bringing back that aching feeling between her legs.

“Tyler, are you going to show me where I’m going to sleep?” Tyler stepped closer pushing her up against the front door.

“Do you really want to sleep?” Trixie bit her lip and shook her head.

“That’s what I thought.” Without a second thought Tyler leaned in and pressed his lips against Trixies and before she knew it, Trixie was grabbing at his shoulders and lifting a leg to wrap around his waist. She knew this was the alcohol, she knew she was horny and she knew that if she was sober both of them would have had their walls up. But as Tyler dipped down to grab at the hem of her dress and yank it over her head, knocking his hat off of her in the process, Trixie knew neither of them cared.

#Tyler Seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin one shot #tyler seguin smut #nhl one shot #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey oneshot #hockey imagines #bad idea

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sussex-nature-lover · 3 years

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Tuesday 27th July 2021

A Small Catch Up

With all the heavy rains we’ve had (yes more storms) and strong sunshine at times too, the garden is even more jungle-like than ever. Without a shadow of a doubt the inadvertent blackberries will be strong this year. This corner of the decking is being engulfed and we’ve got a feeling that someone has taken up a summer residence in the copper bowl. I must get the binoculars out upstairs to spy.

Finally, finally, after all that’s happened since Christmas 2019, The Naturewatch Family were reunited together for lunch at home last Sunday. I was worried that it may not happen as Ms NW tE had her second jab the day before and we didn’t want her travelling if she felt under the weather. She wasn’t feeling the best, but soldiered on. We weren’t able to sit out as we’d hoped, because true to the forecast, it rained and we had quite a violent thunderstorm too, but luckily for us we weren’t affected by the local and London flooding (some of the underground tube stations suffered quite bad flash floods) and the girls didn’t even get too wet on their journeys to and from. Not really what you expect in July is it, but, that said, it was a lunch for my birthday and apparently I was born (at High Noon no less) in the middle of a fearsome thunder storm, arriving alongside a horrendous thunderclap. Hhhhmmmm. My late mother hated thunder and lightning, she was one of those people who went around the house unplugging every device, starting with the TV aerial. Meanwhile Dad would lift me up on to the window sill to watch events. My birth was always made to sound like it was accompanied by the portents of doom and damnation, a bit like a Hollywood blockbuster’s special effects at their finest, but I reckon there was more than a fair bit of dramatic licence there and thankfully I didn’t grown up scared of the elements - sensible, yes and definitely cautious as we have had an internet router fried by lightning in the past, but apart from respectful concerns about physical damage I’m pretty relaxed about the weather.

Back to birthdays. I had some really lovely gifts from the girls, I mean really lovely and very much appreciated. I’m thrilled when a gift is something that Crow can enjoy too and even moreso when it’s something for the garden. We’re debating at the moment where this bug hotel is going to be positioned. Somewhere we can see it from the house I think. Isn’t it a fab one.

Ms NW tE also made a birthday cake, it’s absolutely delicious and so discreet with just a single candle (very wise)

Sadly Inspector Pritchard failed to put in an appearance for the visitors, but we were busy chattering away anyhow. I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to see them both and to be together. How much we’ve missed each other.

No, it didn’t come with the ends missing!

Background Marmalade is from Rick Stein’s place - a little gift from Ms NW tY’s travels last week (not the only gift I hasten to add, just one that happens to be sat on the kitchen island)

GARDEN UPDATE:

The Goldfinch are back in the garden again and Daisy Waldron the Wood Pigeon is sitting on her nest in the Wisteria. All the other usual suspects are trundling along as per usual, but on Sunday and yesterday I also saw a Kestrel in the garden. I wonder if it’s the same female as last year and if she has young again? We must go up to the farm and see if we can spot any.

Meanwhile it was really nice to be asked to confirm an ID today for our London correspondent and yes, she was correct, she’d spotted a Nuthatch visiting her bird table. Hoorah!

Nature Photo pages on Tumblr HERE

#birthday cake presents garden birds thunder storms

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oumaheroes · 3 years

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Reset Ch10:The Truth Comes Out

Whole story found on AO3 and FFnet (It’s a long boi, I warn you)

'Please, take a seat.'

England and France looked at each other, before back at the gun in Jean's hand. His hand was still and focused, pointed directly at England.

Jean gave a small smile. In any other situation, it would have been kind.

'Please. Don't make me ask again.'

He motioned his head towards the chairs again and England cautiously lowered himself into one, seeing France out of the corner or his eye do the same.

Jean nodded. 'Thank you. This will be so much easier if you comply.' He looked over their shoulders and nodded. Suddenly, England felt his hands being grabbed and forced behind him, rough cable ties being forced over them and tying them together. Then, pushed down further; they were attached to a pole in the back of his chair. Deciding not to put up a fight he allowed it, as he did when the same was done to each of his legs, and as the footsteps of whomever was behind him backed away again, he gently tested their give. They were tight, each slight movement dug into his skin. He could break out of them, but not without damage to his wrists or doing it inconspicuously.

He maintained eye contact with Jean and sat straight with shoulders back watching him slowly settle more comfortably on the bed. Behind him, an electrical generator, hooked up to the lamps, whirred gently.

Jean nodded to whomever was behind them and they stepped out of the room, shutting the door as they left. He then clapped his hands together and beamed at the both of them.

‘Well. I expected something but certainly not this.’

Neither France nor England replied. Jean didn’t seem too put out by this however, he nodded his head and gestured to the restraints. ‘I’m sure you can understand why this has to happen.’ The gun in his hand was fixed between the both of them. It glinted with each slight movement. England resisted the urge to glance at it.

‘Please believe me, I am not a violent man. Far from it in fact.’

France must have made some sort of face because Jean gave a small laugh. ‘Ah yes, well. I am not intentionally a violent man. When pushed, I do what is needed and things sometimes go out of my control. This will hopefully not be one such time.’

He looked at England.

‘Arthur, how nice to see you again.’

England said nothing.

Jean continued to smile.

‘I’m aware that this isn’t a situation either of you would like to be in. And I’m also aware that you’re not willing to tell me anything. So, let’s get this over with as quickly as possible.’ He leant forward in an impression of ease and geniality.

‘I know what you are.’

Neither France nor England said anything, neither moved.

Jean’s eyes flicked from one to the other, reading for movement, acknowledgement. ‘Well, rather, I know you’re not human. I have proof you’re not human. I also know that this information is not something you’re going to want to be made public.

Still, neither spoke. Jean frowned. ‘You’re both making this incredibly difficult.’

Quickly, without warning, he stood and swung the butt of the gun, cracking it against France’s temple. He gave a muffled cry of surprise and pain as white light dances across his eyes and agony erupted in his head. He slumped downwards, weight pulling at his restraints.

Jean sat back, regarding England’s unmoving expression, eyes still fixed on him. England didn’t glance at France, but out of his periphery saw him straighten back up.

‘You’re not new to these sorts of things, I take it.’ Jean gave a short bark of laughter. ‘Makes sense’.

Still silence, broken only by France’s breathing as he fought to get in control of the pain. Already, it was subsiding.

‘How long would it take you to heal, I wonder? If I did worse, I mean.’ Jean regarded France. ‘Arthur here was shot only the other day, in the chest, I believe.’

He glanced back to England, at his chest. ‘But it seems you’re already fine. That’s been recorded, you know.’

England fought to not let the cold chill of dread show as it flooded his body. Modern technology was nothing but a curse.

‘Tell you what. Let’s do an exchange.’ Jean opened his arms, gun flashing in the light as it moved. ‘I tell you something I know, and you nod yes or no. In return, you can ask a question.’

Still silence.

Jean sighed. ‘I am being incredibly generous; you’re not really in a position to argue.’ He got up and crossed the room, out of the pool of light and into a corner. He retrieved something, before making his way back.

It was England’s case.

This time, England couldn’t help the flash of emotion at seeing it. He knew he’d slipped by the way Jean’s mouth curled into something nasty.

‘Yes, this. I have this. But you knew that, didn’t you? It’s what you came back for.’ He sat back on the bed, case in his lap, and stroked the lip. ‘I know that you both can’t die. Or, rather, can’t truly die. I know you can heal extraordinarily fast, and recover from injuries no regular human can. You can live for years, centuries, without change. And this,’ he bobbed the case on his knee, ‘has something to do with it.’

He raised the gun and stroked the barrel along it. ‘I wonder what will happen, if I were to destroy it. Would you die? Or would you turn mortal? I thi-‘

‘Burn it.’

England’s voice cut across him. Jean paused. ‘I’m sorry?’

‘Burn it. Destroy it. Shoot it. I neither take kindly to blackmail, nor am intimidated by it.’

France coughed, twice. Short and sharp. ‘Now Arthur, wait a minute. Let’s not be too- ah, hasty, here. Do forgive him, Jean, I’m sure you’re more than aware of how difficult he can be.’

England fought to keep the incredulity from his face before France almost imperceptivity tapped his foot against the floor, again twice.

Ah. Okay then. He recognised the signal for what it was. Go along with it.

‘What? How can you say that?’ He shot back to France without hesitation, pulling at his restraints. ‘He’s only going to get the information from us and then kill us, keeping the case anyway.’

‘Ah, you would like to think so,’ Jean cut in swiftly, ‘I’m aware that killing you will only lead to you being born again.’ He snorted, a half laugh. ‘I’m not foolish enough to let you ‘go’ like that.’

England gave an incredulous laugh, ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

‘Don’t mock me Arthur. Don’t sit there and lie.’ The last part was said in a drawled sneer. ‘I know that this man here,’ he threw a hand in the direction of France, ‘I know this man was the same Francis from the home. I know that he died, and was reborn, somehow, as a younger man. I know that you, too, are able to do this.’

Bingo thought France. Jean knows too much, but not the whole story.

‘He’s recorded you, Arthur.’ France said, softly, hoping for more. ‘This isn’t like other times.’

‘That could easily have been doctored.’ England shot back, ignoring Jean who watching their exchange silently, ‘Children do that all the time these days. That isn’t proof.’

‘Maybe not on its own.’ Jean let the comment hang for a second, letting it settle. ‘But I have photos, a birth certificate; other things. More importantly, however,’ He paused, glancing at them both, ‘I have medical records.’

A silence, thick and strained, filled the room.

Jean grinned, sensing his advantage. ‘Caught on, have you? A small benefit to my old employment.’

England’s mind began racing, thinking over his own medical history, stored under lock and key in the British government buildings. Does Nation DNA change when they reset? He had no idea, never thought about it; when he’d last been human these sorts of things weren’t even dreamt of. Had anyone else considered this? If this was as bad it had the potential to be, then this could be a worldwide security breach. Either that, or he was more of a fool than he’d thought.

France’s thoughts were running down a similar vein and was desperately trying to recall instances where Francis could have left records, growing increasingly more horrified. Dentist records, blood tests, chests scans, x-rays; all would have a file somewhere, especially stored at the home.

This wasn’t something they could easily explain away and he cursed himself for his stupidity, for listening to England, for running into this so soon. He was without government support. Sure, England’s government could step in, refute it, cover it all up. Even if it hit the internet, the fact was that none of England’s records were lost or held by someone without clearance.

France, meanwhile, had no such support. No government. This could hit the internet and would prompt an investigation from the president’s people as well as the general population, who would think and believed what they will. The process of introducing himself and proving the accusations were worth covering up would take weeks. Other nations would need to be pulled in for verification and that was even if France was even able to get out of here. Which, being tied to a chair, was currently highly unlikely.

He couldn’t believe it. A human had him. Had them both.

‘I have the feeling that you’re both willing to be a bit more cooperative.’ Jean crossed one leg over the other drummed his gun free hand on the case lid. A familiar madness gleamed behind his eyes and France suddenly understood.

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After the call from Wales, Scotland had excused himself and Northern Ireland from the UN sessions citing some business issues and had flown them to France on the first flight he could get. North had found, through England’s bank records, that a credit card was last used in Luçon earlier that morning. With today’s technology of contactless payments, there was no way to say whether England himself had made the purchase, but it was a lead.

This sense of accomplishment, however, was short lived, broken by what North had found online whilst waiting to board their plane. There, in wonderfully readable black and white in a prominent French newspaper, was a photo of his brother under the headline ‘Care Home Kidnap’.

What a cunt.

England was a fucking idiot. A fucking inconsiderate prick who had stormed back off into a shit storm of his own making, leaving the rest of them to pick up the bloodied pieces and clean up the damage. He was such a selfish fucking arsehole; Scotland immediately lost of any sense of previous concern he had briefly had for his brother’s wellbeing as it was swiftly buried underneath cold fury and hurried planning of how he, Scotland, was going to have to dig England out of the fucking shit pit and prevent this from becoming an international scandal.

Aside from that clusterfuck, he was also furious at Wales, which was an odd enough occurrence that he didn’t really know how to process it. Normally Wales was the one cross with someone else, if anyone was angry at all. Wales himself was sensible, logical, quiet, and caring- all traits Scotland silently admired. Reliable to a fault, Wales was not, usually, the fuck up of the family; England handled that title quite well without any help.

When North found that article, however, and had pushed the phone under his nose in panic, Scotland’s controlled hold on his concern and serenity had imploded. Causing such a public scene and scandal as a nation was bad enough, but then to go back to the scene of the incident, when the public had access to all the wonderfully accurate modern technology that they had? And Wales had known and let him.

After an apoplectically furious phone call to Wales in an airport terminal, who had recently found similar information and was already in contact with the Prime Minister, Scotland had remained stony faced and white knuckled as they flew back to Europe, North sat as far away as he could get to avoid becoming the outlet for Scotland’s anger.

Now in France, he was calm enough again to focus.

Wales had caught him up via email that during their flight that the PM was already in contact with the French government to let them know that a British ‘agent’ had become embroiled in French news. It wasn’t the UK’s business or right to reveal France for who he was, so instead they were going to play the politics card. Ban more printing of stories, reverse any warrants out for England’s arrest, prevent news channels from mentioning it and readying a story from Britain’s perspective, should anything break out back home.

That was the messy, admin part under control. Likely due to his mortifying part in this nonsense, Wales was working incredibly efficiently from the sound of things and Scotland trusted that his brother would be doing all he could to rectify the problem.

Panic and rage under control, Scotland could focus on the task at hand.

He’d hired a car upon arrival and bundled North, who had refused to fly back home and insisted on coming with him, inside to drive to Luçon. North was going to continue his online searching and fend off questions from other Nations whilst Scotland drove, which, grudgingly, he had to admit to himself was helpful. Being so accustomed to the internet did have its advantages, although he wasn’t ever going to tell North that.

If all went well, in around 4 to 5 hours they’d find England safe and sound and Scotland could happily beat the spit out of him.

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Jean rebalanced England’s old case on his lap, eyes cold and hard despite his smile. There was a void behind his eyes, an emptiness. That note of something dangerous and sharp, something lacking a soul. The sense of a man who had nothing to lose in battle and was winning.

‘If you know as much as you do,’ Began France slowly, working through what he knew in his head, turning over each piece of information carefully, ‘then why on earth do you need us? What’s the point of all of this? Go to the authorities and be done with it, tell the public, sell what you know; what more can we tell you?’

‘I need to know why, know how. I am no fool, I know how crazy this is, how insane this will seem to people. I need proof, total, irrefutable proof. I need to know how this works, why it works, and all the ins and outs of things.’

‘And that’s because of Julien Durand, isn’t it? Your grandfather.’

Instantly, Jean’s lips pulled back, contorting his face. England looked shocked as the sight of it, so different from the co-worker he was used to, despite recent events. France pressed on, cultural knowledge tumbling through his mind, ‘His daughter was your mother. He killed me and they thought him mad. He lost all credibility and was deemed mentally unwell, not worth even thinking about.’

‘He was trying to do what was right!’ Jean stood, case falling to the ground with a muffled thump. England stared at it. ‘He believed-no, knew that he’d found something! He didn’t know enough, but he did what was right!’

France gave a dry laugh. ‘Yes, killing me was right?’ He looked Jean in the eye, ‘He was a fool. A fool who was getting involved in far more than he could ever have known and it backfired. Is that what this is for? To avenge him?’

‘You don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Jean was furious now, with the same roiling fury that sparked remembrance in France in the first place, a memory of Julien Durand’s similar switch in mood; one storm to another.

‘My family was ruined. His wife left him and my mother and uncle were raised to think of him as just that, as crazy, as something to be ashamed of, someone who couldn’t even hold down a job for long enough to save any money. No credit, no credence, no future.’ Jean breathed heavily, gulping breaths, ‘He’d tell us stories of that case, of what he found, of what he tried to do but our whole family were disgusted by him, thought so little of him. Blamed him.’

As the volume of the conversation increased England worked on his restraints, all the while listening for the door. He was surprised that whoever was working with Jean hadn’t come in to check on them when the shouting begun, although perhaps this was usual behaviour. A concerning thought in itself. Had he attempted this before?

As Jean begun to speak again, England felt the one binding his wrists dig further into the skin. He needed to work on weakening the cable tie enough that one sharp snap of movement would do something.

‘Myself, Amélie and Charles all knew about that fucking thing growing up, all heard his goddamn stories about it, about you’. This last word was dripping in venom and directed solely at France. ‘Knew them as grandfather’s silly stories but also knew how much he desperately believed them, was desperate to be taken seriously. It bled through our childhoods, infected everything and everyone like a poison.’

Jean’s fists were clenched and shaking.

‘But I had a decent life, a decent job. I was happy with my lot. And then you moved into the home.’ A hateful look at France. ‘With that same name and an odd piece of fucking personal possession that I recognised immediately.’

Suddenly, he laughed, head tipped back. ‘I couldn’t believe it. Surely not, I thought, surely not. That would be too farfetched, too impossible. All that time growing up, hearing about this man called Francis Bonnefoy and a case? Someone my grandfather considered worth killing, worth throwing away his life and the lives of his family for? A potentially immortal man? But there you were.’

Jean shook his head, almost as if he were in disbelief still. ‘That’s fine, I thought, perfect. I would try to open it, find out what was in it. Try to make sense of what drove Grandfather to do something so desperate for it. But it was locked, of course. And you,‘ he looked France hard in the eyes, ‘didn’t know anything about it, or you weren’t going to tell me.’

He gave another short laugh, ‘Again, that was fine. All I had to do was wait for you to die, and then I could grab it up and take it away. But then,’ he swivelled round to England, who just in time stopped his efforts on his restraints, ‘You showed up. Out of nowhere, and with that name. That same name. Then I knew, I knew it wasn’t a coincidence, knew it wasn’t something made up; a story. Whatever it was, it was real. It was real, and there you both were.’ There was a hungry quality to him, the way he moved and spoke, that sickened France to look at.

Jean stepped closer to England, back fully to France now, who had begun to work on his own restraints, pulling his legs away from the chair and rubbing the cord of the cable tie up and down the pole of the chair back.

‘I realised then that it must not be the case that was important, it was you. Both of you. The case had something to do with it, oh yes, but that wasn’t the real deal here. Grandfather was so close but he was looking in the wrong direction, focusing on the wrong thing.’

Jean whirled round and grabbed the case again from the floor, brandishing it before England. ‘That’s what I still don’t know. What I need to know. Which is why I was serious about talking to the both of you.’

Suddenly, he was calm again. He shook himself, a small movement on the head and shoulders and a deep breath. ‘Tell me what you are. Tell me how you work. I go to the government, and you help me clear my grandfather’s and my family’s name. That’s all.’

That was never all. England knew that, knew mortals and knew this type of one too. You gave an inch and eventually the mile started to look obtainable too. Expected, even. There was no bargaining, no reasoning. His stance on this was always the same, one did not negotiate with criminals. No matter what they offered, no matter how promising it looked; the main thing you were negotiating was your respect, your pride and as soon as you struck a deal, you’d lost. You were malleable.

And this mortal in front of him, knowing what he knew, was dangerous enough without giving him more. There could be no second day of this, there could be no deals struck or agreements promised. No, there would be nothing. All they needed was a chance.

England had the beginnings of an idea and hoped that France would catch on.

England appraised him, eyes flicking to the case and back to his eyes and his too calm expression. ‘Ask.’

Jean raised an eyebrow. ‘Ask? Is that all? I must admit I’m surprise at your quick turn around.’

England shrugged nonchalantly as best as he could whilst tied to a chair. ‘As you’ve said, there’s not much we can do, is there? If that’s the inevitable end I’d rather not make things more difficult for myself in getting there.’

Jean hesitated, suspicious.

‘Obviously you’re going to have to trust what answers I give,�� England offered, ‘But like you said. You have proof, and proof that modern science cannot deny. The main reason you want us is to fill in the blanks and go with you when you present it. I’m willing to do that if, as you say, that will be all.’

‘So, it seems we’re both in the same position,’ England continued drily, watching Jean process this information, ‘We have to trust your word, as you’ll have to trust ours.’

‘What’s in here?’ Jean asked quickly, mind seemingly made up for now.

‘Arthur-‘ France, a note of caution in his voice.

‘Items precious to the nation of England.’ Ignoring him, England bumped his bound hands against the pole they were tied to, three quick jolts. He hoped France would read it correctly. Get out.

‘Such as?’

‘My turn.’ England quickly considered the things he needed to know, prioritising them and filtering away ones that he could live without. ‘Who else knows what you do?’

‘Amélie and Charles. Although, I know you’re both aware of what happened to them now.’

‘Not the men outside?’

A small shrug, uncaring. ‘They’re hired. They didn’t ask questions and telling them wouldn’t have them respecting me enough to do what I wanted without question. They’re well paid.’

How on earth do you have the money to hire them? England thought, but that was a question he could ask France later.

‘Why are the cases important to what you are?’ Jean asked next.

England considered his words. ‘They help bring us back to ourselves, once we’re reborn. We have a lot to remember; looking through old objects we’ve owned or are important to our lives in some way help us to remember faster. Come back to ourselves quicker.’

Jean seemed pleased with this, making a noise of interest. ‘So, I was right; the case has nothing to do with your immortality.’

England shook his head. ‘No, nothing.’

‘When my grandfather killed Francis back then, he had caught you searching through French archives, had seen you exchange a case.’

‘I was looking for things to jog Francis’ memory, and he had done the same for me. Things lose their impact if they are used too often.’

Jean regarded the case again in his hands, its old cracked leather. ‘Then, the one Francis had in the home was for when he died. You were there to take him away, hide him from medical authorities and show it to him.’

‘Correct.’

‘Sadly, I made that more difficult?’ Jean chuckled. It was strange, what they were discussing. Something so private, so unhuman, and Jean was suddenly acting like how both England and France remembered him in the home. Warm and unassuming and made all the strange that they were sitting in Francis’ old bedroom. They could have been discussing anything.

‘It sped up the process.’ England acknowledged.

Cable tie dug into France’s skin.

‘Why work together with Amélie and Charles just to kill them? They’re your cousins, I assume.’

Jean nodded. ‘They were, yes. I needed them as scapegoats, I suppose you could say. I offered Charles a job in the gardens and once a job opened up for staff inside, I mentioned it to him. I knew Amélie was unemployed and knew Charles would tell his sister.’

‘So, you couldn’t even be blamed for bringing them there.’

Jean smiled, seemingly impressed. ‘Exactly. They’d grown up with the same stories as myself, I knew they’d put two and two together in the same way. Once you arrived,’ a hand casually flicked towards England, ‘and I understood more of what I had found myself involved in, I knew I needed to step back if I was ever going to be able to get a chance of getting close. I knew you’d be on guard for anything or anyone getting involved and so I knew I needed a cover, a distraction.’

‘I’d become interested in them, which would take my attention away from anything you were doing.’

‘Exactly,’ Jean nodded, happily, ‘And it worked. As soon as Amélie arrived and found the case in Francis’ room, she and Charles started thinking of ways to look inside it as much as I did. Became suspicious too. Even Francis knew something was going on, which lead to him becoming more paranoid and thus more medicated. All I needed to do was wait and watch.’

A quick glance towards France, who was looking slightly sick.

‘You were staying with Amélie?’

‘Yes. We weren’t close, growing up.’ Jean looked somewhat sad to admit this, ‘Our family truly never recovered from what our grandfather did. We knew each other, but not enough for her or her brother to involve me in whatever they were planning. Which is how I wanted it. I just needed to know that they were doing something. So, when things started getting more intense, I made up an excuse to stay with her. See if I could find out what they were up to and take advantage of it.’

England clamped his mouth shut, next question hot on his tongue. Don’t push him too far, not yet.

Jean’s next question came quick. ‘Can I do this?’ he gestured to both nations, ‘What you do? Come back again?’

France and England looked at each other, wary. England, wanting to continue to divert attention away from France, sighed, making himself look torn and paused.

‘Well?’ Jean sounded almost, desperate, England would say. Pleading, hungry. ‘Yes,’ he admitted, eventually, ‘It is difficult-painful. Extremely painful but yes, it is possible. You may die in the process, but it is possible.’

‘Well, that’d be convenient, wouldn’t it? Don’t worry, I’m not too interested in trying, especially not before talking to the authorities.’

The unspoken ‘yet’ fell heavy between them.

Greed would get to him before too long, either that or the fear of death; it always did. It was one of the main reasons why very few humans knew of the nations.

England next asked a question that had been bothering him for a while. ‘Did you have something to do with the staff becoming sick?’

‘I did,’ Jean still looked completely calm, no guilt for anyone else other than himself, it seemed. ‘I wanted to give Charles and Amélie an opportunity, make it easier for them to find out or do something. With so many people about, you especially, I knew that’d be hard. And it worked, when I stayed at Amélie’s I found out that they were planning on doing something on that night. I just had to be there, waiting.’

‘How…?’

‘The tea. Coffee. Whatever. A little bit of laxatives mixed with some strong over the counter medicines that would put someone down for a few days at least.’

England thought back through his memories to the many times Jean had offered to make drinks for staff members, himself included. The cups of coffee he kept trying to make him drink. England had thought him kind, friendly. A concerned co-worker. He mentally kicked himself, he had believed his ability to read people was better than this.

‘You,’ Jean continued, a pointed look at England, ‘were difficult. I didn’t know about your healing abilities then but had a suspicion that whatever you were was preventing you from getting affected. But then, you become unwell anyway.’

Kent. A rotten coincidence; terrible, perfect timing.

‘I checked Amélie’s phone; I knew what they were planning. I took advantage of it and went there that night myself. Unfortunately, you arrived back in time to prevent Charles from fully killing Francis.’

Jean sighed. ‘I was planning on cleaning up the pieces, offering my help to them and escaping with the body and the case. I’d hired a van and everything, should it be needed. Instead,’ he glared at Arthur, ‘You arrived back. Killed Charles instead. With the lack of staff and the panic, at least me and Amélie were able to smuggle his body out and to the family home in Luçon.’

‘As a message for us?’

‘Not entirely. It’s out of the way and far away from the home enough to prevent police from searching there until they discovered that the gardener was missing and deemed it worth their time to investigate. But,’ he inclined his head, ‘you’re right, also for you. If you went there following the same trail.’

‘Why kill her? Why not use her to help you, after all wasn’t it to help restore your family?’

‘First,’ Jean stopped him, holding up a hand. ‘Why were you ill? If you can heal so well and not die, shouldn’t you be immune to things like that?’

England thought quickly. ‘We are still…human. We still age, and die. We just return. We can heal well, yes, but we still get hurt. In the same vein, we can still become ill, but we recover faster.’

Jean accepted his explanation with a small incline of his head and a noise of consideration. ‘But it wasn’t the drugs?’

‘It may have been. They may have affected me, disrupted my body in some way.’

Jean seemed satisfied with this. ‘For your question, I needed someone to take the fall for what happened. Amélie had all the text messages on her phone, both of their fingerprints were on the case, hers on Charles’ body. Our last names are different, and on the surface I don’t appear involved at all. But she might speak, so I needed her to die. I hired men and continued alone. We managed to track your movements t-‘

Suddenly there was a loud snap and a burst of movement from France. Despite his legs still bound to the chair, his arms were free and he propelled himself towards Jean, hands outstretched.

Jean gave a yelp of surprise, dropping England’s case back to the floor. France managed to reach his shirt and he grabbed hold, momentum propelling him downwards and dragging Jean with him. There was a fierce struggle, during which England gave a huge tug and broke the tie around his own hands, ignoring the sharp burning sensation in his wrists. He had reached down to tug his legs free when there was an almighty crack of a gun as the doors behind them burst open. Hands seized his shoulders, pulling him back flush against the chair.

‘Stop!’ Jean roared, ‘Stop! Don’t shoot him!’

England looked down to see Jean under France’s prone body by the foot of the bed, a gunshot wound blooming red from between the nation’s shoulders.

The room was silent again, punctured only by Jean’s heavy breathing as he struggled underneath France’s now dead weight. His face was stricken, thunderous. The hands on England’s shoulders tightened, but he heard a gun being holstered behind him.

Jean pushed France off with a grunt and stood, checking himself for injuries. Then, in a sudden burst of fury, he kicked France’s side.

‘FUCK!’ he screamed, ‘FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!’ Each shout was accentuated with a kick, causing France’s body to jolt. With one last kick, Jean looked up back to England, furious.

‘You planned this! You planned this all along, you areshole. We had a deal; we were going to do this like men!’

England couldn’t help himself, he grinned. ‘I’m afraid, Jean, that we are not men.’ He looked down at France. ‘You may as well chuck him outside. He’ll decompose soon and will be born again where his case is. Which, I’m sure you’ve guessed, is hidden.’

Jean crossed the room in quick strides and punched England hard on the cheek. His head whipped back, stars popping in front of him. Leaning forward, he spat blood and a tooth at the ground. Jean punched him again, once more across the face and then hard in the stomach. England gasped as the air was knocked out of him, wheezing for oxygen.

‘You bastard.’

England looked up, made himself ignore his gasping need for oxygen to look this human, this pitiful man in the eye. He grinned, ‘Nice to finally make your acquaintance.’

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AN:

Well.

If the You-Know-What that’s causing worldwide havoc and mayhem is good for anything, it’s good for getting me to write again. Only took three national lockdowns to prod me into activity…

If anyone is still about to read this, thank you. Thank you to new readers, who are still out there and have stumbled across this dinosaur and a bigger thank you to anyone who came back for this, who got a notification in their inbox and clicked it. I hope it made you happy to see.

There have been many points where I wanted to abandon this thing, leave it to rot in the dust. But I’ve always said I will finish this story and finish it I will. Every year that passes I grow more determined and I improve enough at writing that I want to keep going, to keep pushing myself to get it done.

No matter what, this story will get an end and BOY are we close now.

As always, please do let me know that you’re there by leaving a comment letting me know what you thought. I hope the build-up and suspense was worth it!

Much love and thanks, as always <3

Heroes

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neko-shinigxmi · 4 years

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.: Summer Days :.

Mani-Neko is insecure, and Hawks thinks about how he wants to spend his future.

NekoHawks

“...I never liked the summer,” they blurted out, eyes still focused on the hustle and bustle of the city below. An unexpected comment, but it caught Hawks’ attention enough to turn, a brow raising. He’d wonder where it came from, but the temperature has been going up lately... Not too much, but the humidity will be their downfall sooner or later.

“Humidity too much for ya?” Mani-Neko is keeping enough eye out (and ear) for the both of them, so Hawks takes a break from watching life roll by to focus completely on his partner, a small smile already on his face.

“That...and I’m tired of it. Very, very tired of it.” A pause, a certain pain coming into their eyes. “...Actually, I’m getting pretty tired of everything, Hawks.” That part surprises him; he’s always known Akira’s taken life pretty hard over the years- he’s seen it personally enough times to get the idea- but the pure pain that’s seeping in this time...

He didn’t notice the buildup. And that’s where the guilt kicks in.

“Hey, kitten... I’m so-”

“Don’t be,” they say, cutting him off. A sigh leaves Mani-Neko, standing up, though not meeting his eyes. It’s fine for now- they function better not looking at people sometimes- but Hawks already knows it’ll make him nervous soon enough. He wants to see their eyes... See the pain and try to help. “I...I didn’t tell you. You would’ve had no way of knowing.”

But he should know. He can’t help but feel he needs to be able to read those eyes better than anyone else.

“...Is it anything I can help with?” They laugh in that breathless, sad way that makes his heart hurt. The sound of the defeated and exhausted. When Mani-Neko’s been cornered by their own thoughts...a villain so tough, not even speedy Hawks can defeat it.

It’s so frustrating, but... There’s things he can do to soften the blow. He knows this. It’s all the more frustrating that they have to wait to get there, though. Waiting’s never been an option for Hawks, as long as he could help it.

“Take over the rest of the shift?” Mani-Neko finally asks, voice soft and uncertain. “I...kinda want to rest at home. Focusing is-”

“Say no more,” he assures, stepping closer and pulling Mani-Neko into a one-armed hug, kissing their forehead. (He’s always liked that about their hair; perfect for forehead kisses.) “Go home, baby. I’ll be there soon.” It’ll be easier to round up on, too. Solo-work means flying as much as he pleases for patrol. Much as he loves his baby, being grounded for too long makes him itch for movement.

They nod, sighing out some of the stress...and press a kiss into his neck before they go. After that, Hawks is alone, and free to patrol as he pleases.

Hawks is still flying on patrol when a certain glow of lights catches his eyes, pausing in his sweep to stare. A jewelry store...huh? Things like that have never really caught his eye before- and what jewelry he has typically came from what few modeling gigs he picked up in the early days to bolster his name, from the rings to the custom watch.

Now, however... He watches a couple exist the store, talking happily about something. Though with the bright smiles on their faces and exciting chattering, it’s not the biggest secret on what they probably went there for, though...

It gives Hawks pause, watching from above...and sharp eyes noticing movements in a nearby alley. Seems that couple wasn’t the only group who wanted to go shopping... It’s just such a shame these guys don’t seem intent on paying, if the dark clothing and masks are anything to go by.

Dealing with them is almost too easy: first go the feathers to pin them against the brick, then Hawks swooping down himself, subduing anyone he missed or who was strong enough to get away... The bigger guy- the muscle or the leader...?- gives him a bit of trouble, but a smaller size and far more speed hands the win in his favor.

After which, Hawks steps into the establishment, to the confused gazes of the workers and customers.

“No problems, just helped you guys avoid trouble,” he assured, waving a hand casually with an even more casual smile. His eyes sweep over the store until he spots the rings, walking further in with no hesitation. “Cops’ll be on their way soon to pick them up...but in the meantime, could I get a recommendation on a ring?”

The silence was quickly filled with shocked gasps.

Akira was still up by the time Keigo got home, landing on their balcony with long-practiced ease and a newfound weight in his pocket. Unsurprisingly, his partner had already taken residence on the couch, watching videos off of the internet while mindlessly eating chips. Though judging by the paper plates he sees on the table, there had been other food involved at some point early on. Nice to know they’d extended their interests to other foods and not just chips.

“Hope you’ve been eating healthy,” is how he decidedly calls attention to himself, opening the sliding glass door and stepping inside. As a point and testament to how much of a badass, gives-no-fucks his datemate is, they simply tossed another chip in their mouth before responding.

“I eat healthy enough. Better, actually, since you’ve moved in.” A moment of pause as they swallow the remains of chip, giving up on the bag for now to focus on and talk to him. “Patrol go well?”

“Quiet and happy for it,” he admits, a small smile on his face as he takes off his boots, taking them in hand and walking over to set them by the doorway. “Stopped a small group from jewelry theft.”

“Oooohh, a classic. I’m surprised criminals still do that,” Akira remarked, an ear flicking. “Anything else?”

“We’re past our bedtime, maybe?” Keigo grinned at that one, leaning over to swipe the bag of chips from their arms, ignoring the gasp that sounded and the pleading whines for him to give it back. “Clean up the table, baby. And brush your teeth, okay~?”

“...You’re terrible.”

“You only say that because I upkeep the rules,” he shot back with a soft laugh, picking up the abandoned clip off of the kitchen counter, rolling the bag up to clamp closed. Quietly pleased when he heard soft rustling; the sound of Akira listening to him and cleaning up as he asked.

Getting ready for bed went on without incident. Snarky comments and hilarious retorts going on as usual, Keigo having to hang up his jacket for the night. Hesitating...but unsure. Was it even a good moment? Did they even want to...?

He hung his coat quietly, then went back into the bedroom to get changed into his pajamas.

“Called out of work for a spontaneous date...? I never thought you the type,” Akira hummed, arm in his. People gasped and crooned, took pictures as they would...but to their credit, Akira handled them so much better these days. Much as Keigo was loathe to admit it, most people ended up tying his image to them. The only reason their heritage was put aside, as much as early-days rumors went flying at how Hawks was going to experience “abuse” at the hands of his new, public lover. How he would surely be screwed over by that--

He needed to stop thinking about that. It always pissed him off so much remembering how nosy and assuming the press had gotten when the news leaked. Here, Keigo had been trained by the best how to wear masks and appear personable and friendly to the public... Be anyone they needed him to be.

But at that one moment in time, Keigo had considered some pretty unherolike stuff if it meant clearing Akira’s name.......but considering it would’ve put BOTH of their images in the trash to do so, he spent more time around them, calmed down, and then took it to the press himself. Together. Just so they could handle the media onslaught.

Damn, it’d been embarrassing to have been shown up so easily by Akira...but he was damn proud of them, too.

Ah, anyways. Akira benefits, they’re better off, and people love them. That’s fine, isn’t it? It’ll have to be.

“It’s a day well deserved,” he hums, sending a few feathers out to help some lady who’s dropped her groceries. Much as he’d love to help everyone, as per usual...he can’t waste too many today. Gotta keep his wings together for a flight later.

“It is...but you’re such a work addict, you know,” Akira points out, a brow raising. “What changed?”

“Oh, just some thoughts I’ve been having...” As of a few weeks ago, on and off, but who’s keeping track? Surely not him, who’s pocket is once again burning as hot as Endeavor’s flames.

“I won’t let you keep spoiling me like this, you know.”

“Oh, you will. Especially today.” Akira’s steps stutter a bit, looking up at him in bewilderment. Even-footed as she is, that threw them off harder than expected. Especially today...? What does that even mean?!?

“Wh-?”

“Oh, here we are~! Just where I wanted us to be.” And yet, before they can ask, he’s stopped them in front of a fashion store...? Their eyes widen and stomach drops in sudden, deep embarrassment; they’ve brought this up to him before in passing, mentioning how they’ve always wanted to dress cuter- more feminine- and though Keigo’s been covering bases on the masculine side... They never thought...

He drags them in, despite their flustered protesting, and for a brief, tiny moment......they’re kinda glad Keigo never listens.

“I can’t believe you made me dress cute just so we could go hiking,” Akira huffs, tail flicking as they scale the mountain ever-higher. It’s more like...a steep hill- just small enough to barely count as an actual mountain- but at the rate their going... A lot of view is about to open up before them, regardless. “For someone with a Quirk that allows him to fly- No, I’ll just say it: this is so out of character for you, Kei.”

“I have my reasons for it!” He laughs, hand firmly in their’s. Not even minding the sweat that gathers there from the cooling temperature compared to their warm bodies or the exertion on either side. “You’ll see. Just give it some time.”

It’s easy to miss their grumbles, Keigo- at the moment- at tad more focused on working out his stress than his datemate’s obliviousness. Granted, it’s likely for the best; he risked enough pulling a last-minute “how are you on marriage” bit that he can’t believe gave away absolutely nothing of his plans.

“Marriage? A weird time to ask...” They’d muttered over lunch, confused, but rolling with it. “I used to really want to get married as a kid, actually. However... I guess faking my identity curbed my fierce desire to get married by a lot; couldn’t exactly get married, if I wanted to keep hiding who I really was. But it’s never gone away in full. It’s just a matter of figuring out how I want my life to go and how hero work fits into that...”

Well. Hero work can be figured out another day. For the moment, Keigo feels like doing something that’s only been becoming more and more obvious the more time passes...

As expected, the view is gorgeous. The nature in the area is without compare...and the flowers in the distance only add to it. Farther out, even, the rice fields in eye-pleasing patterns. The wind cools them off of any worked up sweat, but Keigo needs to pull in his wings more to avoid being buffeted too harshly. Last thing he needs is his wings dragging him away in such an important moment.

“Well... It’s definitely worth it,” they murmur, green eyes taking on a new light as she peers at every last flower and tree their eyes can pick up. It’s adorable, how greedy their eyes are for the sight...but that’s not why Keigo brought them up so high.

His hand slips into his pocket, heart rate officially picking up a stressful, worrying amount. But he forces himself to ignore it, pulling out that box, taking a deep breath...and turning to face Akira. Stepping back so he could go down on one knee... Watching their eyes widen in shock, mouth falling open at the pose alone.

The way their breath (and heart) picked up when he lifted up that little, dark green box.

“I don’t know how this went unexpected,” he said, giving a breathless laugh. “But I asked how you felt on marriage earlier for a reason... Cause I never thought much about it until you. You made me start thinking about how much I want a little band on our fingers. How much I want a private ceremony for us...or maybe a public one, if you’re ready for another paparazzi showdown.” He grinned a little more as they clasped their hands over their mouth. Good reaction? Bad reaction? Fuck, he can’t even tell and it’s stressing him out.

...Might have to wonder if smiling is a stress reaction of some kind. Hmm.

“What can I say? Wanna spend my life with you the old fashioned, official-by-the-law sort of way... What do ya say?” Well, he can only hope for an answer as he opens the box to reveal the ring inside. A simple band for now (he’s going to surprise them with the fancy shit at the wedding), but engraved on it all manner of the sweet nicknames he’s called them in their time with him...and with one of his smaller feathers tucked under the band. (A bit of a reference to one of their favorite games, if a red feather instead of blue.) Though fighting back tears at the sight of the ring now before them...

Akira manages to nod, muttering a chocked up “yes” through what’s likely about to be a sob. It’s an immediate relief on all the stress that’s built up, wings spreading open in joy despite the wind blowing around them, accepting the pull against his body as he scoops them in for a tight, delighted hug. One of the rare times he’s been filled with laughter, burying his head into their shoulder.

A snap sounds as the box closes, clutching it tight as his wings unfurl a little wider....and flap them into the sky, grinning so wide it hurts at that familiar little squeak of surprise from his now-fiance. Only spurred on with how hard they hold him, the soft tears of happiness, and feeling their heart beat just as strongly as his.

They’ll be okay... He’ll be okay, knowing he’s got a home to come back to no matter what. To a partner who’s always had his back and can hold their own. He’ll be able to help them even more, spoil them whenever he wants...be there for them whenever they need him. Keigo... He’ll give them one of his feathers. To keep. Fuck, anything they want.

“I love you, Akira,” he murmured, face pressing closer into their neck. Relishing in the simple pleasure of calling them by their first name...especially when he knows their last name will be his soon, too.

“I love you, too, Keigo... So, so much.”

#Aki Stories #otp; nekohawks #self insert #self ship #self insert community #self ship community #wHOOPS I'M ENGAGED TO HAWKS NOW #we will have a summer wedding #and then I'll regret it probs #cause FUCK summer is HOT here #oven styled heat; all dry all heat #100+ degree (F) summers over here #so bIG FREAKING OOF #but idk let's having some in there again #ehehe

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inevitable-anna · 5 years

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ETN S2 fanfic.

This is for @hessonite-angel-art and the awesome drawing they did for Rosanna in S2. I would like to say that I’m so so so so so so sorry that it took me so long to reply! I spent an 1 hour and a half writing a fic about this, and then when I went to post it, my stupid internet started messing about and I wasn’t able to save this! And then I had problems posting it.

I’m gonna try again with this fic, here we go. (Warning contains a mention of stab wounds, blood, and a slit throat)

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Everyone felt like they were going to collapse once they got back into the Lounge. They had just ran away from The Sorceress... again. As they entered and blocked the door behind them, they all dramatically collapsed onto various pieces of furniture.

Although there was one question on everyone’s mind, which was asked by Joey.

“Why do you have a knife? And where the hell did you get a knife from, Ro?” He exclaimed in slight fear of The Baker, he was the reason Liza went into the challenge after all.

“Like I said, ‘Liza and I will not be dying tonight’ and I swiped it from the Gingerbread Woman’s kitchen, the first time we were there.” Ro answered.

“Did you steal anymore weapons from anywhere? And are you willing to share with me?” Gabbie asked in a comedic tone.

Ro didn’t answer this time, instead she started to fiddle with the skirt of her dress. After a minute, she began to remove several small knives, a few metal quill pens, 3 letter openers, and 2 syringes with a large needles on the ends?

“Damn! I didn’t actually expect you to have anything else in there!” Gabbie exclaimed in shock.

“Where did you even get this stuff?” Liza asked, while fiddling with a letter opener.

“I’ve been swiping anything remotely sharp, or anything that can be used as a weapon all night, in case, we get into more trouble.” She replied.

“Seriously? Are you sure you didn’t just bring this stuff from your house? Because I haven’t seen any of this stuff at all.” Questioned Alex, from his place laying diagonally across one of the sofas, with one leg dangling over the back and one arm splayed out across the floor.

“Yeah, I got the knives from the Gingerbread Woman’s Kitchen. The letter openers and some of the metal quills from the Study, where Jorogumo webbed you up after she kidnapped you. And I found the syringes in the Foyer, while we all thought that the ‘helm of obedience’ was going to make Joey shoot us. I think someone must of dropped them.” Ro listed.

“And I meant what I said Liza and I will not be dying tonight. In fact, none of us are going to die tonight.” Ro stated, whilst holding up one of the knives from the table.

Judging by some of the looks the guests gave her as she help up the blade, Ro guessed that she had just gained lots of allies, and cemented herself as a team player. As well as, scaring the hell out of everyone in the room, including Alison.

No one else died that night...

That is, nobody else died, from among the guests ranks... Some of The Sorceress’ lieutenants were not so lucky.

The Ice Guardian very quickly found itself on the wrong end of a blade after it attempted to corner Tana.

It turns out that The Promethian Men weren’t so strong, once they were littered with stab wounds. Cedric was very happy to give the guests his gem... after they promised to let him live.

The werewolves may have been a pack, but even they weren’t a match for 7 angry youtubers, armed to the teeth with make shift weapons, picked up on their way across the various rooms of the Mansion.

The Guardian Of The Dark Dimension did not expect to become the sacrifice that was required to open a portal back to the Mansion, but he could only watch as the guests ran through and his vision began to go black.

The Sorceress was outraged, all her meticulously crafted plans were turning to ash before her eyes, all because ‘The Baker’ had chosen to fight back against her lieutenants and save her friends.

‘Just wait until I get my hands on her!’ She thought, while slowly clawing her way up the stairs. ‘I’ll make her wish that she was never born!’

It wasn’t long before The Sorceress’ arms gave out from under her, having no energy left in them. Lying on the stairs was uncomfortable but she just couldn’t move yet. Though she could hear voices approaching, one of which she recognised as ‘the Savant’.

‘Well, if I have to go down, I’ll take one of them with me!’ She thought bitterly, waiting for her time to strike.

“There’s the crown! Damn it! it’s by The Sorceress.” The Vaudevillian yelled in frustration. “Who is gonna get it?”

There was a sudden rush of noise. Each guest was trying to decide who should risk themselves for her crown.

“I’ll do it.” Said a quiet voice, that The Sorceress recognised immediately. ‘The Savant, perfect’ she thought.

There was a chorus of voices saying ‘be careful, Joey’ and she heard his footsteps walking up the stairs and waited for him to get closer.

The noise of the crown being picked up was her signal. With a scream The Sorceress jumped up whilst pulling her knife out of its holster and got ready to stab anyone within arms reach.

Frantic shouts filled the air, overlapping each other, as the guests reacted to her sudden attack.

“Oh my go-“. “What the he-“. “She has a kn-“.

“Joey! Loo-“. “How is she still al-“. “I thought she was de-“

The good news for the guests was that Joey was able to manoeuvre himself out of the daggers path, which was heading towards his chest.

The bad news for the guests was that the dagger was now stuck in his arm instead.

The Sorceress tackled Joey to the floor and pulled her dagger from his arm, raised it above her head to bring it down in a fatal blow to Joey’s heart and...

She felt a hand wrestle the dagger from her clenched fist, while another hand anchored it’s fingers into her hair and sharply yanked her head backwards, before the feeling of cold metal dragged itself across her throat. She had just enough time to turn and see who had slit her throat, before the world went dark.

The Baker.

The guests were in shock.

In the span of about a minute or maybe even a minute and a half, Joey had been stabbed in the arm, The Sorceress had proceeded to tackle Joey, attempted to stab him, only for Rosanna to snatch the blade and use it to kill The Sorceress herself, and now Ro was standing with the bloody dagger in hand weeping that she “didn’t mean to kill her.”

Liza quickly walked to Ro to comfort her, while the rest of the group helped Joey sort out his wound.

“It’s okay. Ro, you saved everyone’s lives by doing that. I know that doesn’t make it any better but everyone in this room is alive because of what you just did. Who knows maybe if you hadn’t done it, The Sorceress would be back in a years time with 10 more people to chase around and use for her spell. You saved our lives.” She reassured while pulling the small woman in for a hug.

“Thanks Liza. At least she can’t hurt anyone anymore.” Ro mumbled into her shoulder.

By now the group had finished tying a piece of fabric, that Alex had ripped off of the bottom of The Sorceress’ skirts, around Joey’s stab wound to act as a bandage and stem the flow of blood.

Everyone walked over and joined in on the hug to comfort The Baker, whilst offering her words of thanks and reassurance. After a few minutes in the large group hug The Savant spoke “Shall we get out of here and back home?” There was a chorus of ‘yes’ from around the room.

Joey walked to the front doors that most of the guests had walked through only a few hours ago, when they believed that they were attending a ball and not a dangerous quest against an evil Sorceress, who was hell bent on invading the modern world and ruling over it.

The guests smiled as soon as they saw the sunlight beginning to creep up over the horizon. Ro looked around and walked to the spot where Alison was standing.

“Are you going to come with us?” She asked.

“I’m sorry but no, I’m going to stay and help Riley, Jetpack, and the people still here figure out what to do and where to go. As I said ‘there are other people who want to leave, I’m doing this for them.’ But maybe I’ll come visit you all in the future.” The vampire replied with a small smile.

“Well you’re always welcome to come and visit me any time you like.” Ro said returning the smile, before she walked back to Liza.

“Are we all ready to go?” Alex asked, wanting to leave before anymore tears could start to fall at the thought of leaving the Mansion without Lauren by his side. Everyone said their goodbyes to Alison and welcomed her to come visit them as well. Just like that they were ready to leave this house of nightmares and return to their homes for a well earned rest.

Ro said a quiet goodbye to Lauren, Jesse, and Destorm, promising to never forget them and telling them that she hopes that they are at peace. Linking arms with Liza, they walked to the front doors at the back of the group and sighed at the feeling of the sun on their faces.

Alex, Tyler, and Tana climbed into the first carriage, while Joey, Gabbie, Ro, and Liza sat together in the second. The carriages started to move, beginning the journey home and that’s when it hit Ro...

They had escaped the night.

This is my first time writing an ETN fanfic and it ended up so much longer than I expected it too. Again, I’m so so sorry that it took me so long to reply to you, but I hoped you liked this story. (I apologise for any incorrect grammar or an abuse of commas.)

Have a nice day :D

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puckinghell · 5 years

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Stars and Supernovae | August

Summary: As soon as you meet Tyler Seguin, you know you’re destined to be best friends. Sometimes you wonder if you’re destined to be more, but life keeps getting in the way. Perhaps it’s just not written in the stars? Note: This is Part 4. Part 1 | part 2 | part 3

You groaned as what felt like the hundredth guy looked down your shirt as you handed him his beer. You knew why your boss had decided to make your work outfit so low cut - more tips - but God, did you hate this stupid job. But you needed it; somehow a miracle had happened and you had managed to find a new roommate, so you could keep your apartment, but it was still tight with money, and without this job you wouldn’t be able to keep your head above water.

Well, truth be told, Tyler had managed to find you a new roommate. You weren’t sure how, but he’d called you the day after the infamous dinner party, and told you that his sister Candace had a friend that was looking to move to Dallas.

Sabrina was nice enough, although she didn’t really get your sarcastic humor and she preferred heels over sneakers, which was always one of the things that made you a bit distrusting of people, but she paid the rent on time and never left the kitchen a mess, so in more ways than one was she a better roommate than Katie ever had been.

In a way, it had been good for your friendship, that Katie lived with Jamie now. Not having her around all the time meant you were no longer so annoyed with the little things she did - like leave her shoes in the middle of the hallway - and you both made sure to get together every other week or so at the very least, to catch up on everything going on. Sometimes, you met up in a bar or coffee shop, but you also liked going over to their house because it meant Jamie would be there, and you’d really taken a liking to the Dallas Stars captain.

Maybe because he was the closest you could get to Tyler, right now. Although you would rather die than tell Tyler that.

Once, Jamie had asked you about Tyler.

“So, are you two like, dating?” You’d been in the kitchen together, him cooking and you getting yourself a glass of wine, and you’d nearly dropped the bottle at his words.

“No,” you sputtered, “Why would you possibly ask me that?”

Jamie shrugged. “I’ve known Segs for a while, and I’ve never known him so… domestic. He barely goes out, doesn’t really take girls home anymore, and even now that he’s at the cabin he calls you nearly every day. I’m lucky if I get one text a week and it usually just says still alive, don’t worry or asks me to water his plants.”

“I’ve been watering his plants,” you blurt out, and the corners of Jamie’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he raised an eyebrow. “We’re just friends, Jamie. Promise. Nothing is going on between us.”

“But you’d like it to.” It’s not a question, more a statement, and you felt your cheeks flare up red. Jamie just laughed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. But just so you know, I know Segs, maybe better than he knows himself. And he might not want to admit it to himself, but he knows you’re his person.” Jamie had left the kitchen with those words and they’d played over and over in your mind for the weeks following.

“Yo, what does a man have to do to get another beer in this place?” someone yelled, and you groaned before plastering on a fake smile and turning to the culprit.

“What can I get you?”

“A beer, did I stutter the first time, bitch?” You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from saying something snarky back, when suddenly the guy disappeared from the bar. You watched as the guy stumbled back in slow motion and a pair of hands grabbed his shirt and pushed him into a table.

“Learn some manners, bud,” a tight voice said. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. A voice that was supposed to be in Canada right now.

Tyler was always big and intimidating, with his tattoo sleeves and big muscles, but you’ve never seen him like this; his jaw set and his eyes cold, a snarl on his face. It’s the look that Jamie had whenever he’s about to get into a fight on the ice, a look that Tyler never gets, because he’s not a fighter.

“Tyler?” you brought out, stammering, and at your voice Tyler turned around. His face softened as he caught your eyes, and he made his way over to the counter so quickly you could barely see him move.

“Meet me outside?” he asked, softly. “Please?”

You didn’t know whether you were supposed to be mad at him; he was technically defending your honor, but this was also your job, and you really couldn’t afford to get fired. Your lack of answer seemed to worry Tyler. “Look, I’m sorry for losing my temper, but please come outside? I brought Gerry to meet you and I can’t leave him alone in the car any longer. Please.”

His repeated begging was enough to get you to leave your post behind the bar, but the mention of the puppy pulled it over the top, and you quickly nodded with smile. You asked your co-worker to cover for you and made your way out of the bar, where your eyes found Tyler immediately. He stood in front of his black pick up truck, a small blonde Labrador at his feet.

“Gerry!” you cooed, and the puppy looked up at you, his tiny tail wagging. You practically ran at the dog and scooped him up in your arms, pressing your lips to his head. “Tyler he’s so cute,” you marveled. Your best friend just chuckled.

“I haven’t seen you in four months, and I don’t even get a hug, huh?” You knew he was teasing you, and maybe it was because you’d missed his teasing so much, that your heart leaped and you quickly put Gerry on the ground, only to throw yourself forward and into Tyler’s arms. He caught you easily, his arms wrapping around your waist as he giggled into your ear.

“Hi,” he whispered into your hair, and you pressed your face into his neck. He smells so familiar, feels so familiar, and suddenly you were swallowing back tears.

“Hi,” you smiled.” I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

You felt something scratch your feet and released Tyler, only to kneel and pick Gerry back up.

“I can’t believe you come back to Dallas after four months and the first thing you do is punch one of my customers.” You wiped at the tears in your eyes and then smiled up at him. Tyler at least had the decency to look ashamed, as his hand rubbed his neck slowly.

“Right, sorry about that,” he said. “I took offense to his tone.”

You laughed humorlessly. “That’s nothing, Ty. He was nice, in comparison to most. It’s just something I have to deal with. You can’t punch them all, cause then I won’t get paid.”

“You shouldn’t even have to have this job,” he mumbled. “If I could…” He stopped himself then, staring at the ground in front of his feet instead. But you knew what he was saying. If he could, he would take care of you. If you would let him. Which you weren’t going to do.

“I know,” you told him softly, and then you reached out and cuddled into his chest again, holding Gerry between your bodies. “But I have rent to pay.”

“Can’t you find another job?” Tyler asked, his hand stroking your back. “Can’t I just hire you as my professional dog walker?”

You laughed, lightly kicking his shin with your foot. “Absolutely not. You’re my best friend, not my boss.”

“You’re my best friend, too.” Tyler’s voice was soft and you cursed your heart for fluttering the way it did. “That’s why I worry, with you at this job. These guys wouldn’t know respect if it hit them in the face. What if one day, one of them goes too far?” He swallowed thickly and you couldn’t help yourself; you reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before stepping back.

“I’ll keep an eye out for other jobs,” you promised him, and the content look on his face made it worth it that you were most definitely going to get yelled at by your boss for being gone so long.

Tyler spent the next few days helping you find another job, at least when he wasn’t training, and you spent them cuddled up on his sofa with his dogs as you scrolled through the internet looking for jobs. Finally, you found an advert for a barista position, at a 24/7 coffee shop on campus, and you sent in your application. Two days later, you were hired.

“It’s still at night, but at least my customers won’t be drunk,” you joked. You were sitting on your own couch, for a change, because Tyler’s sisters are in town and staying at his house. Sabrina was on the other side of the couch, watching Sex and the City. It had never been your favorite show, but you let her pick, because you weren’t really planning on watching it anyway. You had an essay to write. Your phone pinged, and you smiled when you saw it was Tyler.

Please come over. My sisters are driving me insane.

You quickly typed out a reply, explaining that you had an essay and simply didn’t have the time.

I don’t accept that. It’s Saturday, you have all day tomorrow. Pretty please? :(

Even over text, you didn’t know how to say no, so you told him you’d be there within ten minutes. You were a bit nervous to meet his sisters, but understood that you had no right to feel that way, because you were just a friend. When you explained to Sabrina where you were going, she clasped her hands together in excitement.

“Oh, I’ll come with you! I haven’t seen Candace in so long!” You couldn’t come up with a good reason why she shouldn’t come, so you nodded, even though you weren’t that excited about the prospect.

You opened Tyler’s door with your key and ignored Sabrina’s raised eyebrow, probably wondering why you even had a key in the first place; instead you focused on the three dogs crowding around your feet.

“Hi, puppies,” you cooed, lifting Gerry into your arms and using your free hand to pet Cash and Marshall.

“You must be Y/N!” A blonde girl appeared in the hallway, and smiled at you. The smile broadened when she spotted Sabrina. “Sab!” She ran over and hugged your roommate. A second blonde girl appeared, but she just stood there, seemingly unsure what to do. Then, heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs, and you were relieved to hear Tyler’s voice.

“Hey Shiny,” he hummed. You put Gerry down and smiled. “These are my sisters, Candace and Cassidy. They’re driving me nuts with their yapper about my lack of decorating skills.” He rolled his eyes and you laughed.

“It is a bit bare, in here.”

“Oh, come on! You can’t gang up on me, you’re my best friend!” Only then did he seem to spot the girl currently wrapped in his sister’s arms. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” said Sabrina, and you’d never heard her voice that honey-sweet. “I’m Sabrina. You must be Tyler.” She shook his hand, and the other sister, who you guessed was Cassidy, since Sabrina was Candace’s friend, frowned.

“Hello to you too,” she deadpanned, clearly annoyed that Sabrina was still making eyes at her brother, completely ignoring her presence. A snort escaped your lips and Cassidy sent you a look, her lips slowly curling into a smile. “Well, you must be Y/N. I’m Cassidy, that’s Candace. Come to the living room with me, we’re planning to get Ty some new decor and I’m sure you’d like a say, since you’re here so often.” There was no malice behind her words, but you didn’t miss the narrowing of Sabrina’s eyes.

“Oh, yes, you can show me around, Tyler,” she purred, and you rolled your eyes as you followed Cassidy to the living room.

“I was thinking of putting the couch a bit more like this…” Cassidy motioned, “and putting a painting there…” pointing, “and then also some ornaments like, vases and pillows and just little knick knacks. There’s nothing in here that shows any personality.”

“He has his hockey pucks,” you pointed out. In the bookcase lay an array of hockey pucks. One day, when you’d come to pick up the dogs and Tyler hadn’t been home, you’d gone through all of them to read what they were for. First NHL assist, first NHL goal, hat tricks, 100th game, 200th game.

“Not enough,” Cassidy said, and you had to agree with her. You spent the rest of the evening planning Tyler’s new interior, Candace joining you after a while, and Tyler begrudgingly letting you. You figured maybe he would’ve fought it more if he hadn’t been so busy entertaining you roommate, who you were starting to like a lot less; not that that was fair, because Tyler was single and hot as hell and could you really blame her for trying?

No, it annoyed you more that he seemed to be very interested. Again, that wasn’t fair either, because she was very pretty, and exactly the kind of girl he probably should end up with.

But it was the first time you spent a night at your best friend’s house without him making even one smart ass, snarky remark towards you, and that’s how you knew things were about to change.

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linoholic · 6 years

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College!Chan

Requested: no

Pairing: Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Warnings: none

I have loved Stray Kids for ages and decided to write a small thing for Chan to start off my writing for them, because it is about time, especially now they have debuted. My history geek side shows a bit in this, just warning you. It also got longer than I intended.

edit: I have been with out internet on and off the past week or so and so writing is going slowly, mainly happening when I have been babysitting and steal their internet so yeah. :/

Languages have always come easy to you

It all started when a boy transferred into your class, from a completely foreign country that you hadn’t even learned about yet; speaking a language you didn’t know the name of

And you being you got curious and decided you wanted to know what he was saying when he couldn’t think of the right words in your language

So you befriended him and through all the playdates you started picking up on words here and there, which turned into sentences

Pretty soon you were able to have full conversations with him and his family in their language

And when you first started being taught languages in school, you were the top student; your classmates always coming to you asking how to say “I have a green apple” in french

It became a hobby of yours, the bookshelf in your room had foreign dictionaries on the shelf, and books of fairytales from around the world in their original languages were your bedtime stories

You were a bit of a social butterfly, and so the idea of being able to communicate with as many people as possible made you happy, so it was no surprise when you decides you wanted to go on to do International Studies when you finished high school

Because not only would you be putting your language skills to use, but you would be learning about the cultures of the countries, about the people who lived there

You had decided to move to South Korea for college

Korean was the language you were currently studying, and what better way to learn a language is there than hands on?

You fell in the with culture and the people, making friends with almost everyone you met

Your peers, the professors, the locals, the owner of the small restaurant (who basically adopted you and fed you so you wouldn't have to live off of ramen)

When you weren't locked away in your dorm, cramming for an up coming test, you were out and about, exploring the city, getting yourself lost on purpose

Your first year went by quickly, and it was now the early summer of your second year

And you were sitting on a plane, destined for Europe

You see, there was a college arranged trip to Italy; two weeks long in the Campania region of Italy; Naples to be exact

It was open to students across all majors, and as such it was hard to get a place on the trip due to high demand

But you had managed to score one of the mere 30 spots

You didn't care that you were the only one from your friend group going, it simply meant that you would have to get to know more of your peers which you were excited for, always eager to make new friends

Which is exactly why you agreed to help Chan

It was the morning after your first night in Naples

The hotel you were all staying in was beautiful, not overly fancy and expensive but gorgeous nonetheless, with its old architecture and big windows

You had just left the lift when you come across a very confused looking guy trying to communicate with an equally as confused looking staff member

You stood there for a moment, watching in amusement as he spoke English to the guy, using his hands to try and act out what he wanted

Being the good person you are though, you decided to step in and help him out

"You alright there?" you ask him, smiling kindly

Looking at you, the boys sigh slightly

"Unless you can speak Italian, probably not. I just want to know good places to get breakfast around here, but none of the translators are up yet"

Well, imagine his surprise when you start having a full blown conversation with the man, who immediately relaxes and even laughs at something you said

He is even more surprised when, as the man leaves, you turn to him and link your arms

"Well come on then. He told me about his mothers bakery and their pastries sound delicious. I'm y/n by the way," you say, leading him out of the hotel

You could have just told him what the man said, but you didn't want to just send him away to fend for himself when he obviously couldn't communicate properly

Plus, he was really cute and you wouldn't up the chance to hang with a cute guy

Deciding to go along with it, he just smiles and says, "I'm Chan, nice to meet you, and thanks for that back there”

Thankfully, it being a college trip for people of various majors means that there isn’t a set itinerary; instead there are only a few group outings spread throughout the two weeks

It also means that you are free to do what you want, aka spend hours walking the streets of Naples with Chan after getting breakfast

You spend the time just chatting and getting to know each other; joking around and admiring the italian city

You also become his personal translator, talking with the locals to find out about hole in the wall restaurants for lunch or just to be friendly while Chan stands to the side, a friendly but awkward smile on his face as he just nods along to whatever is being said

You find out that Chan is a music major, minoring in history, the reason he wanted to come on the trip

And though you had just met that morning, you can’t help but find him adorable when he fanboys over the old architecture and the historic stone cobbled streets

You also go the seafront and sit on one of the docks sharing a bowl of gelato you bought from this cute little shop, watching the boats bob up and down as you gaze at the shape of Mount Vesuvius in the distance with you in stitches as Chan tells you about the adventures of his friends back in Korea

And as the second eldest amongst the group of mostly highschool students, boy does he have plenty of stories to keep conversation going, which is constantly switching between english and korean

(you totally don’t keep trying to stay in english so you can hear his aussie accent, nope. no way)

By the time you have found you way back to the hotel, the sky in a beautiful array of reds and purples, the streets starting to be lit up by the streetlights

Both of you feet are aching from your constant walking but neither of you could really care, still high off the amazing atmosphere that followed you throughout the day

And as you lay in your bed that night, you can’t keep the silly grin off of your face as you think back the events of the day

From then on you and Chan are constantly together

Somedays it is just the two of you, travelling the streets and visiting the lesser known parts of the city

Other times you are with a group of students, visiting places like the Royal Palace or the National Archaeological Museum (something Chan and other history majors were ecstatic about)

For the last few days of the trip, everyone travels south of Vesuvius to Pompeii, where you tour the ruins

When the group splits up, you and Chan head off together once again, though this time it is Chan in charge, excited to visit as many historical sites as possible in three days

Instead of you being the one leading, talking to all the people, Chan is instead pulling you along by the hand, excitedly telling you about the history of Pompeii and listening with wide eyes to the tour guides (who thankfully speak english, due to it being a tourist spot and all)

It is when he is chatting with another visitor, an older historian, about the frescoes in the Villa of Mysteries that you come to a realisation

You have a big fat crush on Chan. Bang Chan. Chris. Your good friend who you have known for a mere two weeks, if that

This knowledge didn’t scare you or make you nervous however, and in no way did you try to hide it

When another student on the trip, photography major Jihyo, started teasing you about how it had been obvious since day one that you would inevitably grow feelings for him, and how your growing crush was known by literally everyone

Well, you just grinned and nodded along, taking the chance to gush about the boys adorable dimples and his fluffy hair and his puppy dog eyes and his gorgeous lips an-

“Alright alright I get it. Chan is real cute and you are completely shameless”

*cue you hitting Jihyo lightly on the arm*

Of course though, like all good things, the trip comes to an end and you are on the plane headed back to South Korea

You managed to sweet talk your way into sitting next to Chan on the flight, sharing a pair of headphones and falling asleep on each others shoulders halfway through watching the Lion King

Jihyo sneakily takes a picture of this, sending it to her and Chan’s mutual friend Woojin, who in turn sends it in the group chat he has with the younger boys and the rest of Chan’s friend group

And this sparks uproar amongst the boys

Various messages such as “when did Chan get a significant other?”, “aye Chan get soommmmeee ;D”, “hey! those are my headphones!”, and “does this mean I have another parent now?” are spammed in the group chat

And of course, the teasing doesn’t stop there

You have all arrived back in Korea, and every parts ways, intending to sleep off the serious jet lag

But poor Chan doesn’t get to sleep

Because waiting in the dorm room he shares with Woojin are eight boys (including the aforementioned Woojin) who, as soon as the aussie enters the room, pull him into a chair in the middle of the room, tying him up with various ropes Jisung somehow got

The curtains are pulled shut and the lights turned off, turning the room completely dark except for a single dim lamp, aimed at Chan’s face

The boys are all stood in various dark corners around the room save for Felix who circles around the chair, stroking his chin

And thus begins the interrogation

For a full hour the boys question Chan on the Italy trip and the mysterious person he slept with

“Wha- we didn’t sleep together! We simply fell asleep together. Once.”

“Ah, of course not,” says Felix, eyebrows wiggling (to which Changbin hits him on the head for / “there are children here”)

And even though they were overly dramatic in their ways of going about it, their interrogation was somehow successful

Not only did they find out who you were and about all the little outings you had in Italy (which they insisted were most definitely dates)

But they managed to squeeze out how Chan most definitely gained feelings for you over the two weeks away

So of course they had to interfere even more, coming up with a plan that consisted of three steps

Stage 1: Recon

Stage 2: Force you to into a situation such as the cliche “oh no we’re locked in a closet together whatever can we do but confess and make out for a few hours til someone saves us?”

Stage 3: Get all the chicken and pizza they could ever want from Chan who is ever so grateful for them helping him get the love of his life as his s/o

You and Chan had continued to talk constantly, and by now you were basically best friends

If you weren’t in his dorm helping him study about some obscure Mayan religious ritual or find the best way to word certain lyrics; then you you would be in the library, Chan quizzing you on sign language vocabulary with flashcards you spent way too long making look pretty

And you couldn’t help but notice that there was always eyes on you when you were with Chan

Like the times you are in his dorm and his roommate is totally not watching you two with your heads bent close together over a textbook, not so sneakily sending snapchats of you two to the other boys

Or when you and Chan are chatting in a coffee shop and a group of highschool boys sit down at a table nearby, being not so quiet as they whisper between themselves about the obvious feelings shared between you and their older friend

You don’t know why they pretend they don’t know you or Chan, when you have become friends with them all by now and so quite obviously recognise them, though you decide to just go along with whatever they are playing at

Mainly because you know of their plan

You see, when they had added you to the group chat that the nine kids share, they had also added you into the separate one they have all for their matchmaking scheming

None of them had realised this however, so you kept quiet, simply laughing at all the silly plans they came up with

You also made a game of avoiding all the times they tried to put their plan in action

Their frustration about their continuously failing plans was hilarious to you

Especially because, unknown to them, their plan had worked out kind of, just in a completely different way to what they expected

You see, you were in the library with Chan studying for upcoming exams and you were snickering over the younger boys and Woojin complaining about the latest failed attempt when Chan gets really curious as to what has you so amused

And of course you aren’t exactly trying to keep you crush on him secret, so you couldn’t care less if he found out, especially considering you are pretty sure he feels the same way

So you explain the whole situation

Needless to say Chan turns completely red with embarrassment when he finds out the kids had been trying to hook you two up, and how his feelings have been exposed

You are quick to reassure him that you feel the same way though, placing a quick peck on his cheek causing a huge grin to form on his face, exposing the dimples you so dearly love

Despite the fact that you two are now ‘together’, you decide to keep quiet

The two of you want to see how long it can go on without the boys finding out

And it works for a few weeks

Kisses are only shared when you are 100% sure that you are completely alone

Hugging is kept to the normal amount (though considering how touchy Chan is with everyone is still quite a lot anyway)

Woojin is the first to find out you are together, which is to be expected considering he is Chan’s roomie

You and Chan are snuggling on his bed watching something on his phone when Woojin walks in, just as the two of you are mid kiss

You manage to bribe him into keeping quiet by buying him chicken from his favourite restaurant, so now he just chortles along with you and Chan when Seungmin has a mini breakdown from yet another failed plan

Jeongin is number two to find out

You and Chan were on a date and had stopped to get ice cream

And out of all the convenience stores you could have stopped at, it just had to be the one that Jeongin just so happened to work in afterschool, a fact the both of you had forgotten

Being the sweet boy that he is, he agrees to keep it to himself that he saw you holding hands and cutely arguing over who would pay for the ice cream

(He was also lowkey excited for the day when hell would break lose after everyone finds out the truth and he could say he already knew)

It was Changbin and Felix who had found out after that

It was when you and Chan were on another date

You had decided to take Chan to the cinema as a way to help him relax, after spending too long seeing him stress over his composing assignment

As fate would have it, it just so happens that Felix had somehow managed to drag a not so unwilling Changbin to the movies too

To the exact same cinema

Watching the exact same movie

At the exact same time

Cursing the chances of this happening, you and Chan try your best to stay out of sight, knowing that if anyone was to spill the beans it would be Felix

But things don’t always go the way you hope, and it just so happens that the as soon as you think you are in the clear you bump into the two on your way out when the movies finished

As expected, Felix is especially loud about it

Both him and Changbin stand in front of you and Chan with wide eyes, as you two just stand there with nervous smiles

“You...you...you! What?! I can’t-what?!” is most of what comes out of the younger aussie boys mouth, his accent becoming extremely prominent

Chan quickly pulls the two outside the building, not wanting to cause a ruckus inside and you follow behind, trying not to burst out laughing at the sight of the two shell shocked boys and a very nervous boyfriend

Despite you and Chan halfheartedly attempting to keep the two quiet, you knew you attempts were in vain and by the next day everyone and there mother knew that you and Chan were official

The group chat was spammed with capital letters, exclamation marks and memes, not only aimed at you and Chan but also at very smug Woojin and Jeongin

You were kind of glad that it wasn’t a secret anymore, because as much fun as you had sneaking around, getting to kiss Chan whenever you want now was definitely favourable

Plus the enjoyment you got from the kids freaking out from failure before was now you finding enjoyment in the fact that they were now moaning over the fact that they wouldn’t get to enjoy stage 3 of their plan

(You and Chan did end up treating them to food though, of only to stop their whining)

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heart-karisoo · 6 years

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sEX tOy

C H A P T E R F I V E

Chapters: prologue, one, two.1, two.2, two.3, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen. [finished]

EXO’s sEX prOfile

Wu!’s sEX prOfile

Your sEX prOfile

A/N: WOWOWOW!! This is the longest chapter so far holy! I’m sorry if ya’ll don’t like long ass chapters!! I try to keep them short but I just get lost once I start.... And it’s also kinda the most NSFW so far???? I'm sorry about this chapter in advance!! xx

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!reader & Suho x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Rating: M (Mature, 17+) NSFW

Warnings: NSFW!, swearing, sexual content, mention of pee but not quiet watersports, self objectification(?) & "artificial balls"

Kinks: Femdom, body fluids, humiliation, female masturbation, Daddy & praise

Concept: An alternative universe where big idols can secretly hire so called ‘’sex toys’’ for their personal pleasure. You (fem!reader) are hired by EXO to please them as they wish.

Word count: 5.3K

"Y/N!" I heard loud banging as I slowly awoke from my sleep. I realized my position and started rubbing my eyes. Still laying right on top of Kyungsoo's bare chest as his big arms were wrapped around my waist. The loud bangs continued as I located them coming from the door. "Y/N~! I NEED YOU!!" Suho's rough morning voice came out loudly. I groaned; too tired to get up yet. Nonetheless I wormed my way out of Kyungsoo's grip and started picking up my clothes which were scattered all around the room. Once dressed I exited through the door; soon to be met with Suho's frustrated face. "Goodmorning..?" I was unsure about his mood. Was he mad at me? “ "First off, where were you and Kyungsoo last night? He needs all of his meals to stay in shape and so do you" his tone of speech was soft and concerned rather than angry. I muttered out a small 'i'm sorry..' before he continued. "Second; I can't get Baekhyun out of his forsaken room!" He exclaimed with a swing of his arms in frustration. "He said he only wants to see you right now and that no one else is allowed to enter his room. But we need to get going for practice!" He paused to take a breath so he could calm himself. "Will you please check on him?" His face seemed desperate. I responded with a soft chuckle, a smile and a 'sure' before heading to the stubborn boy's room. With a knock on the door I called out his name. "Baekhyunie!" I paused for a second "May I come in?" It stayed silent but footsteps were heard as he neared the door before he flicked the lock open. Not waisting a second I entered. He stood in the middle of the room staring at me with tired eyes as he covered his body with his huge blanket. His eyes seemed red and puffy; this raised a big concern in me. Had he been crying?! "Baekhyun! What's wrong?" I exclaimed as I neared him for comfort. He flinched at my action and backed away. "P-please close the door, miss" he spoke in a whisper. I did as he requested and locked the door again. Once I turned he had dropped the blanket to the floor, this revealed his grey sweatpants with a big wet spot on them. My mind worked out quickly what had happened and a slight panic started within me. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I rushed to him and only then noticed the even bigger stain on his bed. "I feel so stupid!" He cried out suddenly. I knew his subspace must've been in overdrive by this. He was so vulnerable right now. Crying was a reaction given by most subs if things might become too much during the act. But that meant Baekhyun had been in his space for quiet some time by now! "I'm a grown man! Why do I feel like i'm such a baby? A little kid who can't control their own pee!" He swore at himself. "No! No Baekhyun! It's not your fault!" I assured him. My arms wrapping around his waist as I rested my head on his bare chest. "I'm swearing at myself again.." He muttered with his face down, lips against the top of my head. "This is exactly why I deserved this humiliation.." I was lost and didn't know what to say; making the room turn quiet for a moment. "It's my fault. I completely forgot" my hand rubbed his back slowly. "I'm a terrible dom. I'm so sorry Baekhyunie" I removed myself from him quickly and got on my knees, my character changing quickly. "W-What are you.." My action made the boy flustered. "You're getting a reward for your good behavior, my good boy" I smiled up at him as I pulled his wet sweatpants down. He was completely bare now, besides the godforsaken cage. I reached in my back pocket where the key had been since his punishment had started and unlocked it. The loudest moan I had ever heard came from deep within his chest. His cock immediately starting to harden. "Maybe I should clean it before you-" his words were cut short as my lips wrapped around his glistening red tip, another moan leaving his lips. I licked his cock clean as good as I could and lubed it with my own saliva. I had never really tasted the yellow body fluid; it was pretty close to cum. Salty. But was clearly more fluid than creamy. Just the act of sucking on his urine covered cock made me wet. It gave me a rush. Believe it or not, but even as the sex toy I am, I still haven't done everything. As I felt that his cock was covered enough with my saliva, I started bopping my head faster. Baekhyun who felt embarrassed and was crying just seconds ago, was now a moaning mess. I knew he was in a rush so this couldn't last too long, unfortunately. "Be a good baby boy and grab my hair" I said in the softest voice I could while my hand stroked his hard length. Less hesitant than usual, I felt his hand grip my hair strongly before he pushed my face down his length. I let him decide his pace. He was close very quickly and speeded up fast. "F-Fuck-" he moaned right before his hot release was shut down my throat. His grip on my hair loosened slowly, allowing me to take his cock out of me as I swallowed anything left in mouth. "I'm sorry, I-I was really.." He muttered as I got back up to my feet. "It's okay, you deserved it." My hand rested on his chest. "Are you sure you're okay.." He hesitated with his words "You just swallowed m-my.." "Yes Baek, now stop your whining. You have practice to get ready for. I'll clean your bed, it's no biggie" with that I started my self ordered task. Once finished with changing Baekhyun's dirty bed sheets I left his room quietly. As soon downstairs I was attacked by Suho again. "What took you so long? Is he getting out? We need to leave in five minutes!" He exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes! He's getting ready" I assured him before heading to the kitchen. "You're up early!" Chen exclaimed as he seemed surprised at my entry. "Of course, how could I sleep with Suho shouting the whole house together?" I teased the male who stood in the doorway. "Are you coming with us?" Chanyeol spoke as he was munching on something. "No." Suho spoke from the doorway in a rather strict form. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. It was not my intention to go along with in the first place. But now that Suho had said it so vulgarly I felt slightly down. "If she joins there will be no practicing done and our comeback is literally around the corner!" I understood his point as a leader; trying to ignore his blunt reaction from seconds ago. "I'm done!" A hurriedly Baekhyun was heard running down the stairs. Just right on time as their manager's car beeped from outside. The boys left quickly and as soon as the door closed shut a big sigh left from my lips. 'I could sleep all day!' I thought to myself with a bright smile. But before I did so, I decided to fill my empty stomach with some breakfast. My stomach was growling at the lack of food; it even started hurting. I must really be hungry. Not waisting my time on complaining, I made myself some breakfast and sat at the tv to enjoy it with some drama playing on the screen. Already having seen the whole series I grew bored of it quickly as I gulped down my last bite. I turned off the show and connected my phone to the tv screen as I placed my empty plate on the coffee table. In hopes of something nice I could watch I searched the internet. Distracted by my different social media's I stumbled upon my long forgotten writers account. It was on a website you could write your own stories and read the ones of others. I never really published something and usually kept my crappy writings to myself. But what I did use it for (too) ofter was to read erotics. Yes, I would get off on them and imagined being in that scenario. Most of the things I would bookmark to read were embarrassing; like any other erotic story, right? Well mine weren't your usual spanking kinks with your sweet dominating Daddy. I-I love being used. But not just that; being seen as nothing but an object. A object with three holes and two hands to take advantage of. Fuck, just thinking of it was turning me on. A small whimper leaving my lips as I found my hand travel down my stomach. As I reached the waistband of my jeans I stopped. I couldn't just touch myself on this couch where we would sit and enjoy innocent movies every few nights! A bit irritated by my own concerns I got up and left to my room. As I walked up the stairs I thought this over. Kyungsoo would literally hang me if he found out. But this made me want to do it even more. Just imagining Kyungsoo tying my wrists to a rope and hanging me off a ceiling while using my defenselessly weak body. A moan this time, left my quivering lips as I finally reached the top of the stairs. Knowing I had no toys in my own room, I walked into Chen's, he had one of the biggest collections. Under his bed was the box, just because the toys were simply too much and too big to all fit in one drawer. I reached for the box and pulled it out swiftly. Opening it I was met with a fountain of toys. A lot of which I hadn't even seen yet! There was a note on top. It read: ~Baekhyun, put the box back. I will kill you when I find out~ I snickered at the funny piece of paper. glad to not be named Baekhyun I ignored the note and fished out interesting looking objects. There were many vibrators, dildos, cock rings, butt plugs in all sizes, anal beats, even toys I couldn't identify. But why did he need all this? Half of it he would never use on his own. He had stated plenty of times he'd like to keep his tight and beautiful ass untouched. Too worked up to even think clearly about this, I took a familiar toy and his bottle of lube. Rushing to my room I laid myself out on my bed. I left my usually tightly closed door wide open this time. Thinking of what would happen if the boys would come home unannounced and walk in on me fucking myself. I quickly removed my clothes and threw them across my room mindlessly. Moans left my body as I started touching up myself. Grabbing my phone again I opened my internet browser and searched for video's to get me off. Too worked up to even type out my interest of being as I tapped random links and stared at the screen with hooded eyes and my lips parting open at the sight. The scene played on my screen started and so did my hand as I took the toy, a dildo, and placed it at my entrance. I lubed the toy thoroughly; too intimidated by the size I had chosen. Slowly I started working it in, first just the tip whilst slowly adding more inches. Too fixated on the screen to close my eyes in pleasure, but surely feeling my knot grow I left out useless and desperate moans. My mind too dazed to think of a scenario that would actually get me off. The video not doing it's job. Flicking my phone under my pillow instead I started focusing on my heat. The dildo had surprisingly fit all the way to it's artificial balls. My juices making wet sounds as they mixed together with the heavy amount of lube; this only working me up more as my moans became louder. Where I would usually moan a name this time all I could bring out was a string of curses. Just thinking of somebody, anybody, to take me as theirs. Hitting my sweet spot with the large tip of the rubber toy I made my climax finally reach it's peak. I was panting as I rode out my high; slowly coming down the toy still deep inside me started to ache. I slowly pulled it out, whimpers leaving my lips at the feeling. The toy was coated with juices as it finally appeared again. Sudden guilt washed over me. The realization of my actions hitting me as I sat up slowly. "S-Shit" I stammered, still a bit dazed. Getting up from my bed I quickly started cleaning up, trying to get rid of any evidence. Not just to avoid any given punishment, but too to avoid any embarrassment in front of the idol men. Cleaning the toy and placing it back neatly in it's box, returning the bottle of lubricant, cleaning not only my body but also my sweat covered bedsheets I hurriedly finished up. Not knowing when the boys would return but surely knowing I had covered myself up nicely I smiled to myself; tho guilt and shame were still lingering. Proceeding to my first day activity I had planned, before I was so rudely interrupted by my own hormones. I decided to take a well deserved nap. Getting comfortable in nothing but my pajamas I slipped into my freshly made bed and drifted off quickly. What felt like just seconds of sleep was in reality four hours when I woke up again. Clearly I had been slightly deprived from sleep. Fair to say; I needed that. I stretched my well rested limbs out as I stood from my bed. The day was already heading into the afternoon. Making me feel guilty for just laying around all day while the idol men were most definitely practicing their cute asses off. I sighed when I entered the kitchen to start on some potential dinner for the nine men. I felt completely lost, usually Kyungsoo or sometimes Chen would be at service. But this was comeback season and there was barely time for them to even have bathroom breaks, let alone eat properly. Not possessing of much cooking skill, I decided to get started on some basic pasta. But barely remembering my mom's recipe, I took it to the web to help me out. It wasn't as hard as I remembered as I had the two pans cooking on low fire while I cut the vegetables and stirred the meat from time to time. As I nearly finished the dish I worried about my timing. Had I started too early? What if they would arrive late and the food would be cold! Reaching for my phone I remembered it was left upstairs in my room. I turned down the stove and headed for it quickly. Once I reached and found my phone I was ready to search Suho's number. As I opened my contacts list I scrolled through it as 'Junmyeon' wouldn't be too hard to find at the top. But not even getting close to his name my phone screen flipped from my contact list back to my internet browser. My eyebrows furrowed as confusion struck me. Did I click on something? Soon my forgotten watch history was being played. The erotic video I barely got off on filled my phone screen. Trying to laugh it off I was about to turn the app off until I heard the loud moans that were supposed to come from my phone, coming from downstairs. Shit! I left my room quickly and stormed down the stairs. Once arrived I was met with nine men; some still standing in the hallway, some enjoying their view full on in the livingroom. My loud footsteps surely got their attention as they turned their visions to me. My trembling body still standing halfway down the stairs. It was silent, except for those goddamn moans blasting from the speakers. My heart was pounding. How could I have been so stupid to keep my phone connected to the tv?! Suho cleared his throat before he spoke. "This is so embarrassing.." He muttered. I gulped loudly, getting ready to explain myself somehow.. "I totally forgot to close the tab.." Suho said before I could even bring out a sound. He took a hold of the tv remote and swiftly removed the video from the screen and turning the tv off. "Y/N, I smell dinner..?" He smiled lightly. I was dumbfound. Why was he lying? What was going on? I didn't know how to react and stayed quiet for a solid five long agonizing seconds before coming to my senses. "Eum.. Y-yeah!" I exclaimed a little too loud maybe. Still shaken by the sudden event of complete embarrassment, I hopped down the last few stairs and quickly made my way into the kitchen as the men followed me. "Please sit down as I serve you dinner" I tried my hardest to speak clearly, my voice was shaky as my nerves weren't calming down. The men took each a seat at the big table. It was silent. I cursed their sudden silence and was missing their usual loud banter of nonsense. Sweat was dripping down my forehead as I filled nine heavy plates as soon as I could. Suddenly a voice was heard from behind me. "You like anal, Junmyeon Hyung?" Baekhyun spoke. Loud laughter was heard from the men behind me at Baekhyun's sudden words. My face heating up and turning completely red. Once again more guilt washed over me, but this time greater than ever. "Don't you like anal too, Baekhyunie?" Chanyeol spoke. "We all heard you that night" he snickered. "Ow! Y/N! Deeper!! F-fuck!!" Chanyeol imitated Baekhyun's moans. To avoid any chaos I finished up the last plate and served them their food quickly. Watching as they all dug in; surely being tired after a long day of work. I was satisfied with the sight of them eating well before I decided to spoon up some for myself. As soon as I had sat down to join them I was spoken to. "What did you do while we were gone?" Lay questioned as he swallowed his spoonful. A slight panic raising in me to lie. Some members looked at me while some continued to gulp down their meal. "I showered and took a nap" I said truthfully. "Why are you so quiet?" Kai shot at me. Not even giving me time to make up an excuse I was being answered for. "I think it's because of the video that wa-" Baekhyun's sentence was cut short as a loud kick was heard under the table. Looking over to the only person not reacting, Kyungsoo continued to enjoy his warm meal. Baekhyun yelped in pain as he reached for his hurt leg. "Why would she!?" Chen exclaimed. "It's not like she was the one watching it!" My face once again turning a bright red shade. I gulped down only my third spoon and suddenly felt not so hungry anymore. Getting up to put my food back as left overs another member expressed his thoughts. "Look, you guys made her uncomfortable!" Lay whined. "She made us this nice meal and all you guys do is jump her for no reason!" "You started it!" Baekhyun defended. "I-I'm just tired. It's no big deal, guys." I spoke turning to them whilst trying to hide the guilt written on my face. "I'm off to bed.. That nap seems to not have been enough" I tried to joke so I would come off less tense. "You go to your room and wait there for me, understood?" Suho suddenly spoke. His words suddenly turning the room tense again. "Of course" I spoke softly before greeting everyone goodnight with a bow and heading to my room. Anxiety was boiling deep inside me. I was lucky it wasn't either Kyungsoo or Xiumin who had said those words. But is Suho any better? He has never been even slightly irritated with me, now I made him embarrass himself.. A punishment from Suho is not something I am experienced with and that frightened me. He's a well trained leader, he knows how to keep people in line. Once I arrived at my room I subconsciously started cleaning anything out of the way. It was a tick I had when I was nervous. But most of my room seemed untouched and with nothing to clean I sat down, waiting for him to enter. How long would it take for him to even get here? My question was quickly answered as the doorknob turned and in walked Suho. He closed the door behind him and stood in front of me before he spoke. "Now, babygirl.." He let out a sigh as he walked back and forth in front of me. "I'm in a dilemma here, you see" he paused before gazing at me sternly. "You deserve a punishment for your irresponsible behavior, but I so desperately want to reward you for making us all that delicious dinner that you sadly couldn't enjoy as much as we did.." Another silence fell upon the room. He walked over to my desk and pulled the chair from it before sitting down. Legs spread in a manly matter as his forearms rested upon his knees with a stare burning through my brain. "I purposely forced you to stay home." He confessed. "I heard you last night.." He muttered "Jesus! We all heard you last night!" He exclaimed; this made my cheeks heat up quickly. "So I think you had your fair share of punishment already.." He snickered softly. "I just wanted you to take a day off and rest well. It's a bummer I now can't spoil you" he scratched the back of his neck. "Did Kyungsoo take good care of you afterwards though?" I nodded at his words, too flustered to open my mouth. "Can I see, sweetheart? I want to make sure" His stern nature turning soft at my trembling body. Suho's intentions were truly pure and driven by real concern. I signed another nod. "Lay on the bed for me, sweetie" I obliged and laid out on the bed. As my vision of him disappeared my anxiety rose; not knowing where or when to expect him. I could hear him walk behind me before I felt the bed dip. He crawled between my legs as he spread them apart. "Lift your ass up for me, babygirl" he spoke. As I did so I felt him slowly taking off my jeans, taking my panties with them. I heard him take a sharp breath between his teeth as he could see my behind now. I had no idea how it looked like. Was it that bad? "He really went off, didn't he?" I could hear him say. A heated blush crept up my cheeks as I let out a slight hum. "Does it still hurt, sweetie?" I shook my head but when I realized he couldn't see I softly spoke. "No.." "Are you sure?" "Yes.." Then I felt his hand softly press down onto my ass cheek. I winced at the sudden sting and hissed in response with my legs lifted upwards as a reflex as my muscles tensed. Another deep chuckle filled the room. "I know when you're lying" he spoke. "I-It only hurts when it's touched firmly.. L-Like a squeeze or w-when I sit down" I stammered. "So it must've hurt all day. It's still pretty red and I think if Kyungsoo went any further he might've caused you to bleed!" He exclaimed. "Be more careful next time okay?" "Okay" "You're having your first monthly check-up in a few days and if they find anything too heavy they'll take you away from us. You know that right?" I nodded at his words once more before whispering a soft 'Yes' again. "Besides, we really like you and feel all very comfortable around you." He said "Yes, we relieve a lot of stress through you and we love it. But we do not see you as just that. We really like you around a lot." His words stunned me. I had no idea how to react. I stayed silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. "Thank you~" I spoke softly before I felt his lips on my sensitive bruised skin. I let out a whimper. "S-Sorry" he spoke. "The bruises look so kissable. They need attention, baby" then his lips were on my bum again. Flashbacks from last night came back as dejavu washed over me. My core already quickly reacting to his touch. What started soon ended soon too as he removed himself from me all too sudden. "I'll get you some ointment, we really need to take care of your bruises" I felt his figure leave the bed and quickly exit my room. A sigh left from my lips as I felt like I could finally breath again. Curious to my own bruising I got up from the bed and walked to my big mirror. I was still dressed from the waist up and lifted my shirt to see more as I turned around. I was stunned by the sight. It really was red all over. Some black and blue spots starting to form as well. I examined each and every bruise slowly as I went down my thighs. I hated to admit it but.. I. Liked. Them.. How could I? "Ah, babygirl got curious" came from the doorway. Suho had returned with some ointment in hand. Once again he closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry for getting off the bed, D-Daddy.." I stammered with a bow. "No, please no apologies for tonight. Daddy wants to treat you. You have been working so hard" he smiled. "Can you be a good girl for Daddy and relax a little tonight?" I nodded in response, feeling good to know I didn't need to use any words. "Please lay on your stomach comfortably" he spoke motioning to the bed. I took my position and placed my hands beneath my pillow as my head laid comfortably on it. "I'll rub this in and then we can continue" he spoke as I felt him get onto the bed. He straddled my thighs as he applied the ointment and swiftly worked it in, making sure to not add too much pressure to the sensitive skin. I had been getting three messages in a row right about now and I honestly couldn't complain. Relaxing again into the familiar feeling I closed my eyes as my breathing slowed down I felt relieved. "You like that?" I heard Suho deeply giggle at the sight of me nearly falling asleep underneath him. I hummed in reply, feeling a bit too spoiled. "Good, you deserve it." He said finishing up the treatment as he placed the ointment onto my nightstand. I felt him move again as his touch on my legs left I heard him walking around. Once opening my eyes I was met with the sight of only his legs and hips right in front of me. His jeans forgotten in the corner of the room. He swiftly tossed his shirt to add to the tiny pile. I gulped at the view I was getting. His dick already hard and filling out his boxers nicely; pressed against his left leg by the tight fabric. His crotch was removed from my sight as he crawled onto the bed again. Straddling my thighs this time he made sure to press his member right against my folds. "Does my babygirl want to feel even better?" He hummed as his hips softly grind against me. I nodded in response as a whimper left my lips. "Yes, Daddy" I choked out. At that he moved off my legs to pry them apart slowly as he placed himself between my thighs I felt him shift clumsily. Once he stopped he rubbed his tip between my folds slowly. The sudden touch made me release a breathy moan as I bucked my hips further into him. His hands found my hips and placed me back down in place. "Be careful to not hurt yourself; i'll do the work" he spoke softly. One hand moved to line up his cock as he slowly entered me. His shaft filling me up perfectly. He thrusted softly whilst grunts came from his throat. His hands touching up my sides moved up and cupped my breasts underneath my shirt. With tight squeezes he firmly gripped them. My back arched at his touch. The stuffed feeling of his cock making me heat up. "Does it feel good, baby?" He said through heavy breaths. All I could do was release a whiney moan trying to tell him; yes, yes this felt amazing Junmyeon. His thrusts stayed very slow and steady. Taking his time to feel me up as much as I was feeling him inside me. Even though his thrusts were slow they didn't fail to brush up against my G spot. Making my heat even wetter. The room was filled with the sound of low moans and my juices. His hands moved down again and gripped my hips firmly to lift them off the mattress. As he did so one hand stayed on my hip to keep me up as the other left and disappeared between my thighs. I felt his middle finger rub my clit slowly. Another loud moan leaving my lips at the touch; his thrusts reacting to me as he sped up his rhythm. His hips nearly coming in contact with my behind as he kept pulling out right before he did so. "Baby, you look so good" he breathed. "Fuck! You're so tight! You make me feel so good" low moans left his throat in soft growls of pleasure. "Do you still feel good?" He questioned once more. "I'm close" I whimpered. “ I felt ecstasy fill my brain and daze my thoughts. All that my squirming body could focus on was Suho's soft tip brush up against my sweet spot. With every thrust getting more and more pleasurable and untying the knot deep inside me; inching me closer to my orgasm. "Then come for me, babygirl. Make Daddy even prouder than he already is" his voice adding to my overstimulated senses making me rock back my hips again. This time not being held back by him. His touch on my swollen clit roughened with his thrusts. As his hips touched my bum for the first time I felt the hot sting of the still healing bruises on my ass. I hissed, but it felt good. "Keep going!" I whined. This boosted his actions as he repeated his movements, finally fully inside me he started pleasing himself more too. Where as he seemed to only now really get started for himself, I was riding out my climax. It shot through me roughly. My legs shaking as my throat became dry from my own moans. My heavy breathing subsiding from my strong orgasm before I felt Suho pull out slowly. "Stay like this, please" his voice somewhat sounding desperate. As I laid there his grunts and moans were all that was heard besides the loud sounds of his hand jerking his cock to an orgasm. His warm semen suddenly coming in touch with my lower back. He breathed heavily as he collapsed beside me.

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radioromantic-moved · 4 years

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All the rile up the f/o asks with Della? :33

AAA TY CICI! under a cut since this’ll get long i’m sure

1) what’s a Hot Take you have about your f/o? since i already went on about how della isn’t an inherently bad parent because she had more to catch up on than donald here’s another Take that i’ve brought up before: della isn’t “uwu dumb” because she’s sometimes impulsive and reckless. you can struggle with common sense and still be really smart. della’s an engineering genius, an ancient history buff, and, again, survived in space mostly unaided for ten. years. she’s kind of scatterbrained but she’s not stupid.

2) on what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o? we don’t NEED to know who the triplets’ biological father is. donald is their dad and has been doing a better job of it than whoever the biological father is. he’s obviously not a great person if della has never brought him up even once. the entire show is about found family and how you forge your own connections. shut up about their bio dad shut up shut up shut up (maybe i should have put this in the rant section instead gjsjgjsg)

3) did you used to ship your f/o with anyone before realizing you wanted to ship them with yourself? HAHA...nah not really...i knew going into ducktales that if i was gonna fall for anyone it would be a kickass spacefaring pilot mom so i sort of had my eyes on her from the beginning lol

4) do you feel like you have to defend your f/o all the time? y. yea...i don’t really get into ducktales fandom discourse all that much because it stresses me out but it feels like there’s always some surprise Bad Take just around the corner...an example was when i was reading a really cute don/daisy fic and the most recent chapter suddenly had della blow up at donald for no reason and demand sole custody of the kids, and the comments were full of people saying how they hated her. it just left a really bad taste in my mouth. of course there are sane and normal people who think della is cool or at least okay but there are always...those weirdos.

5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl? already answered!

6) what are some tropes that fan art of your f/o tends to follow? i think they make her hair a little messier than it is in canon? which i like because it sort of gels with her personality. also a lot of people like drawing her in tshirts and tank tops which you don’t see her wearing in the show but i love when people draw her in them...she is just vibing.

7) did your f/o deserve better? already answered!

8) do you even like the source your f/o comes from or do you only watch it for them & nothing else? nah i LOVE ducktales...della may be my gf but every character in the show is my friend or kid or family. except for lunaris he can go fuck himself.

9) do you distance yourself from other fans of your f/o or their source? not usually! the majority of ducktales fans are pretty chill i think (though a lot of della fans ship deIIumbra which is a little ouch but i have the tag blocked so i don’t usually see stuff i don’t want to) so it’s cool to interact with them.

10) how did you feel when you realized “oh of course i had to like That Character”? I KINDA EXPECTED IT...like i said going into ducktales i knew if i was gonna fall for anyone it would definitely be della just based on what i knew of her personality. and when i first watched whatever happened to della duck it became very obvious that i was spot on. her introductory scene? chef’s kiss.

11) do you think it’s better to have a copious amount of content for your f/o, even with the risk of finding a lot of ship art, or better to have a lot less? as someone who has f/os both with a ton of content and with very little i can say that i definitely like having a lot of content...ship art does feel Bad usually (although there are a few canon ships that i enjoy like drakepad and twidash) but i have most of the main ship tags blocked and i also use xkit postblock to block stuff i don’t want to see. so usually browsing my f/os’ tags is a pretty clean experience!

12) aren’t you tired of being nice? this is an excuse to rant. while i did already answer this one here’s “i don’t give a shit about hdl’s bio dad: the reprise.” what do you GAIN from knowing he exists. why do you CARE. frank angones himself has all but confirmed he’ll never appear and/or is so unimportant that he’s not even worth mentioning. donald is the dad that huey, dewey and louie need and deserve and he does a better job of it than their bio dad ever could. stop talking about him in della’s tag stop asking frank about him stop assuming he’s fucking. gyro or launchpad (i’ve seen both!) not everything has to follow your beloved nuclear family structure. my thoughts on their original dad: della is a lesbian who thought she liked guys for a while, was in a relationship with one out of comphet, left him after realizing she was gay, didn’t realize she was pregnant. he’s out of their life give it a REST

#and that's that on that!#ship: eye of the storm #asks for me #cici #abuse m #(a vague one but just in case people are uncomfortable)

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mulder-isms · 7 years

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New York - (Thorcid Fanfic)

A/N: Believe it or not I’m still here lmao so, this fic was heavily inspired by St. Vincent’s New York and THIS OUTFIT. I mean, we could write poetries about it.

It takes place a little before NYC Drag Con and Alotta makes her first appearence!

Thank you for all of you that still read me for God knows why and feedback is always welcome! ❤︎

Ps: Smut alert 😜

Jamin spent a week having dreams about it.

After the proposal, his groom-to-be was swept away to the technicolor land and fake brick walls of AS3. Shane needed to hoard for clothes and be sure he got everything he wanted in the midst of fighting inner and questioning voices, that were rattled and louder with such a big event coming.

He didn’t want to make him even more worried with his own feelings about the subject. Jamin reached the point of his life that being overshadowed somehow by younger queens didn’t trigger him anymore. Especially one that he loved so much.

Damn, especially one that he planned to spent the rest of his life with.

The last time he saw Shane, their good-bye was rushed, they were at his doorway in Williamsburg, three minutes for the Uber to arrive, Kirk in the hall waiting for the elevator. Shane had sweaty palms and was biting what was left of his nails. Jamin took his hand from the mouth, before Shane started having them for dinner, and kissed his knuckles.

“You need to paint them black, so save these fingers for later” he reassured him and Shane smiled relieved for seconds before leaving.

People fleet quite easily from one’s memory.

Getting back to his old reclusive life was easy for Jamin. Since they started their relationship this was going to be their longest period apart, but dealing with the distance was not that hard anymore. But the uncertainty of their future after Shane would come back was slowly creeping.

Jamin wasn’t the one to be consumed by anything, even if it meant to come undone. He taught himself how to stop emotional investments since a very young age. He was more than used to people leaving, disappointing him. It was a matter of survival, to low his expectations.

He could say he knew Shane. He felt safe with him.

He knew when he was lying to trick him, because there’s always a sort of hidden smirk in the corner of his mouth. He knew all the signs and freckles along his long body and moods of his hair. Each hairdo meant a different feeling. His favorite was when was too lazy to care how messy the dreads were, just sorta tying up some of them loosely.

But would he know post All Stars Shane?

A big change was coming, but he tried blocking the anxiety. There was nothing to do but wait. So he did what he was the best. Worked his ass off. New design projects, new outfits, new merch. Everything he could put his crafty hands and mind on.

After filming, Shane come back home, and promised to tell him everything about the All Stars experience when he was ready, and Jamin didn’t want to pressure him at all. He didn’t want to be with Thorgy, he missed Shane.

His busy boyfriend spent three days in Brooklyn and then he was in Montauk with his family. Jamin knew how being with his folks eased his mind, and he was going to join them but he had so much work to do, so he thought it was for the best. The beach was lovely and the weather wasn’t too hot. Shane would come back probably still smelling like sunscreen and margaritas and he would sleep nuzzling his sunburnt neck.

He was in bed eating pizza when Shane texted him to have a quick Skype session. When Shane’s face appeared on the screen, his nose was pitched rose, the green of his eyes popping like emeralds. His arms were half tanned and half pale.

“What?” Shane asked with the gaze of his boyfriend on him and checking himself, fixing his dreads that were quite frizzled. “I know, I look like a hippie that sells necklaces made out of seeds by the beach”

“You do. God, I miss you. New York, isn’t New York without you, love...” he replied putting the pizza down and smiling.

Shane was slowly blending in his musical taste to Acid’s. He spent three days listening to St. Vincent’s new single and it stuck on Jamin’s mind. The bright primary colors of the video and the lyrics could be their constant state of mind.

“Someone’s been listening to my ipod.” he smiled proud at himself and then realized how sweet that was. “Tomorrow” he reassured Jamin hugging his legs and caressing the screen like a pet. He seemed to be on the kitchen and there were people talking around him. “Save a piece for me. You know how I like them cold. This is my niece’s laptop. Can you believe she knows how to use the internet? When this happened?”

“Ask her to teach you then”

“Fuck y-” he covered his mouth with a big ooops expression and cackled. You are never old enough to curse in front of your family.

They didn’t last too much longer on the conversation. They had all the time in the world tomorrow.

One of the big changes in Jamin’s life after Drag Race was coming back to Brooklyn. Really coming back to Brooklyn night and being accepted with the girls. Alotta was one that he got closer. He was loud, honest, knew everything about video games and sports and and had a huge collection of BDSM clothing.

Jamin was working with Alotta to make the Brooklyn corner in Drag Con really special, and they were running the whole week with costumes, pins, stickers, t-shirts and everything to make their booths nice. It was late at night and he was finishing the tail of his new dress, a sort of fashionable monster, with plastic thorns coming out everywhere.

Alotta was there because Jamin was going to fix some details of her outfit. It was late at night and Shane was going to pick up gloves for Ragga that she ordered. Shane was also running out of time to pull everything together.

Jamin’s dress was on the mannequin as he analyzed if the length of the tail was right, measuring tape around his neck, scissors in one hand.

“So this will be my first day look!”

Alotta entered the living room wearing a jockstrap, football shoulder pads and a mask that covered his whole face covered with plastic sticks. Jamin quickly glanced at his friend body, dominic was typically his type. Hot but a little rough around the edges. It felt like ages ago, before Shane becoming all he desired.

“Isn’t this your everyday look though, bitch” Jamin teased him drawing his attention back to the dress.

“It’s NYC drag con, I need to show quintessential Alotta too”

They heard the lock opening and Shane was there in seconds, leather bag in one shoulder, a zebra printed shirt on, wearing baggy shorts and toms. He was taken by surprised with the vision of Alotta semi-naked so close to Jamin probably.

“Um, hi” he replied smiling softly and widening his eyes a bit hesitating.

“I was showing Acid my first day look” Alotta whirled again, his bare hairy ass looking fabulous with the strap on.

“You use this to go to the grocery store though” Shane answered putting his bag on the table and looking at Jamin’s dress. “This is fucking incredible”

“That’s what I said!” Jamin asserted pointing to Shane. And Shane kissed Jamin on the cheek, which was quite atypical for him. “Hi” he answered his display of affection full of curiosity.

“Shit, I’m leaving. You guys want to fuck and chill, right?” Alotta noticed that and was quickly grabbing his things. Jamin and Shane exchanged embarrassed looks. Everybody that was close enough to them already knew but it was process to getting used to it. “Thorgina, are you coming tomorrow for Beckie’s friend bachelorette party? Acid is going to be my driver. It’s in a fucking mansion in Manhattan, the money is insane. ”

“Pass. I still have shit to do before Drag Con. I have this Marc Jacobs event with a bunch of models for his new perfume at the Plaza…” Alotta raised his brows impressed but Jamin was still concentrated on the dress.

“Take that All Star gig, honey!” Alotta teased with his ass up in the air as he picked up his shoes from the floor. Jamin winced with the vision holding a laughter, Shane was still suspicious.

“ And girl, please.I’m not staying in.” he replied tapping Jamin’s arm. “The gloves?”

“So I’m going with you!” Alotta had the idea and somehow Shane looked more relieved, but he shrugged in agreement pretending disinterest. Jamin was finding amusing how transparent was Shane’s jealousy about Alotta’s presence. It was not visible for not trained eyes, but he learned to track down all his body language.

“ Ragga is waiting for me in the car so hurry up” he rushed clapping hands.

“The gloves are on my bed” Jamin replied getting back to work, inserting a pin in the waist of the dress.

Shane got into his room, analysing it real quickly, as if he was going to find evidence of the crime. Jamin’s bed was made. Alotta handed him a jockstrap and winked. He was disgusted holding it like it was dirty.

“Bitch, this is new! Acid says she won’t use it, but that ass and that jewish cock need to be displayed in a jockstrap”

Shane softly chuckled shaking his head, but he put it in his bag anyways.

The party and the place was Gatsby luxurious. The mansion didn’t look like it belonged to New York, with the glass walls, high ceilings and flamboyant decorations. The bride and her friends were wearing gloves that Beckie have made for them. Jamin was the only man there but the bartenders that were all the typical gogo-boy types, he even knew one that used to work at the Ritz. It started very early as a pool party, so he got drunk as fast as he could so when Alotta was ready to leave he was sober enough to drive.

Alotta had already performed and he was sitting on the bar stool checking his messages, he was staying in Shane’s tonight but he had no idea when the Marc Jacobs was going to end and Kirk was probably sleeping there too. Jamin was definitely still a little bit drunk when one of the girls from the party sit by his side.

She was wearing a beautiful rosé dress completely beaded in crystals that were matching the beige gloves that were also stoned. She was pale with a long black hair and didn’t seem to have not even twenty-five years old, and too much money and time in her hands probably.

“Hi” she said leaning in with her drink to Jamin’s side. He was so not in the mood to make conversation but he wasn’t going to be an asshole.

“Amazing party, right? Cecile told me your sister made these gloves, these are like, so good” she caressed her forearms. She was completely fried, and leaning in too close to him.

“Yes, I’m glad you girls liked it” he replied softly laughing politely and taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh, by the way, I’m Claire!” she grabbed his leg and spoke to his ear although he could perfectly listen to her from a normal distance.

“I- I’m Jamin.” he replied pulling back as discreet as possible. He looked over her shoulder checking if the group of girls that she was hanging with was missing her. “Um, I like your dress. You look beautiful”

She looked down at her body as if she was aware of what she was wearing the first time and smiled all proud of herself. And then as if she woke up from her lethargic state she was pulling Jamin by the neck for a kiss. The girl’s tongue invaded his mouth, he couldn’t even think to open it and she was pulling him by his sweater.

“I was checking you out the whole night...I’m so sure these bartenders are all gay and I need some real dick, and not lollipop ones…I love older men” she whispered kissing his neck and her hands were all inside his shirt.

Jamin was stopping her slowly and the bartender was looking at them holding a laughter.

“Claire...Claire…” he was grabbing her by the wrist and pulling back, she was petite but very eager to climb him like a tree.

“I know, let’s go to the bathroom” she replied trying to pull him by the shirt and he stopped being so nice and grab both of her hands down in a more firm way. But that seem to make her even more horny.

“Girl, calm the fuck down. Look, I’m gay”

She immediately stopped and pulled back.

“Oh”

And the naughty smile from her face fade away, she looked at the bartender behind them and he nodded his head in confirmation. Straight rich girls probably never heard of Acid Betty or Drag Race.

“I feel so stupid…” she said laughing and covering her face but finally understanding why that man was rejecting her. “It’s just that you, you didn’t seem gay at all” she honestly put it.

Jamin was wearing jeans and a black sweater and his stubble was quite thick but he was pretty sure his gayness could be seen from a mile, so he was lowkey offended.

“Sorry” she said still rubbing her face, and she fixed Jamin’s sweater that she pulled too hard “If you change your mind…” and then she wrote her number in a napkin and put it in his pocket. Jamin was impressed with her audacity.

“Yep, still full homo and I have a boyfriend” he replied and she shrugged leaving them as Alotta was joining them, out of drag and backpack on her shoulder. She peered at Jamin with smeared lipstick all over his face and the bartender. “Girl, don’t even ask…”

Alotta was making fun of straight Jamin the whole ride back home. He dropped his friend at his place and Jamin was unsure if he should tell Shane about it. Alotta said he would laugh his ass off but “Thorgy is weird. When she gets mad she turns into Dexter and will cut you into pieces”

That wasn’t very reassuring. During the whole year Jamin managed to dodge all the bullets of men hitting on him and he ended up with a girl’s tongue in his mouth.

“You might wanna clean that” Alotta reminded him leaning on the window of the car and Jamin pulled the driver’s mirror to clean the lipstick traces .

When Jamin got into Shane’s apartment it wasn’t not even 1 a.m. He heard Kirk’s voice from the hallway so she was probably sleeping in. She opened the door eating what it seemed to be macarons.

“We brought a ton of sweets from the hotel” she replied raising her brows.

“Where is Thorgy?” he asked looking around the apartment.

“In the bedroom unpacking”

“Can I pass as straight?” he asked what he was dying to know. The tall redhead cackled out loud in full scoff. “That was the answer I wanted, thank you”

He entered the room and Thorgy was coming back. Jamin was struck by how beautiful she looked, wearing an embodied robe with flowers, a dark and rich red velvet leotard under it. She was blonde with a vintage black headpiece.

“You’re early” Thorgy noticed picking up three truffles from a goodie bag on the table and stuffing in his mouth.

“You...you, look amazing” he stuttered still impressed and Kirk bumped shoulders with him.

“I know. Sometimes we forget this clown is a beautiful woman”

Thorgy rolled his eyes eating a pizza very much like Shane.

“People are losing their minds on IG about it.” she shrugged as if she didn’t care licking the fingers.

“Well, they should” Jamin confirmed again pointing at all her body. Her obscene long and toned legs looking like a million bucks in the red pumps.

Kirk noticed how smitten was Jamin and got the cue that three was too much for the night. She picked up her bag and her goodie bag and another Marc Jacobs bag with the new fragrance.

“Yeaaah, I’m leaving”

“You’re not sleeping in, today?” Thorgy asked sitting on the kitchen’s table putting her legs on it, the robe’s tail on the floor.

“Nah” and then she exchanged Jamin glances with Jamin that cleared this throat and threw his backpack on the couch.

Kirk left and Jamin joined Thorgy on the tiny kitchen’s table. Billie Holiday was playing on the tv from the living room. He picked up Thorgy’s legs from the table, while she was eating her third macaron, removed her red pumps and put them on his lap and started to massage her toes and the palm of the feet, making Thorgy let go a soft moan. There was a small rip on the left leg of the fishnet tights, that made Acid trow her judging eyes. Her green eyes were sparkling under the heavy eye liner as they wandered through the dirty dishes on the sink.

“So, was Alotta often half naked in your apartment while I was away?” she asked what was hanging in the air since she laid her eyes on that vision. She was playing with the candy wraps and stopped to her arms in front of her chest as a good inquisitor.

“I knew you were were weird about it” he softly chuckled rubbing his thumb on the bridge of Thorgy’s feet. “Girl, are you really jealous of Alotta? Really?”

“I’m not jealous” she cut him immediately raising the pointer finger. “I just don’t think it’s appropriate. Dominic doesn't think it’s a problem if he sleeps with you, or anyone’s else boyfriend. She actually hooked up with many dates of mine while I was still with them, and then she was like “Sorry girl, I thought you were just fooling around”, she rested her case making an impression of Alotta’s deep voice. “Look, I love her, okay? We’ve known each other since forever and we have each other’s back, I was just a little bit startled like having a deja vu….”

Jamin was listening to Thorgy quite surprised while still rubbing her feet. When she was in this monologue state the best thing to do is always to let her go all the way.

“And he is completely your type” she addressed rubbing her forehead, her beautiful nordic profile enhanced by the cheekbones make-up.

“You are my type. Now. That’s all that matters” Jamin reassured him caressing her legs, his hands rising up, but Thorgy wasn’t buying.

“You know what I mean…” she rolled eyes impatiently shifting in her chair. “I’m not exactly anybody’s concept of trade. And everyone wants to fuck you”

Jamin cleared his throat and Shane noticed something strange. She investigated his face for few seconds.

“What?”

Jamin pulled Thorgy’s legs closer to him so he could massage the muscle of her thighs. She was still waiting for the answer hanging in the air.

“First, I don’t know what you mean. You are a fucking handsome man and if you can’t see that I’m here to remind you, even if you roll your eyes every time. And second, a girl kissed me at the party tonight. And I kissed her back since there was no choice since her tongue was popping out like that scene from Alien”

Thorgy had a funny expression of whaaaaat in her face, she even tried to say something but stopped midway stuttering.

“I was at the bar getting my ass drunk while Alotta was doing her thing and apparently, Claire, had eyes on me the whole evening. She really thought I was straight???”

Thorgy laughed so hard she almost fell from the chair.

“Oh god...she knew your sister made the gayest gloves and...oh my god, I’ve been living a lie. All that anal...you were thinking about pussy the whole time!”

Jamin started laughing too and his cheeks were burning, quite relieved. When the laughter was fading away Thorgy was getting in the mood of the languid jazz music playing in the background, so she stood up and straddled Jamin. She stared him in the face and noticed the faint traces of lipstick on his face, and grinded on the fly of his jeans putting his arms around him.

“So what did you think about her kiss?” Thorgy asked shimming her shoulder and biting her lips.

“Ahem, I’ve kissed better girls” he dismissed never leaving her eyes.

Thorgy leaned to kiss Jamin wrapping his head, the long sleeves of the robe covering completely. She was a great kisser, she would go slow first and then fast the pace, moving her head and letting her tongue explore pushing in and out, sucking on his lower lip, gently nibbling on his piercing.

When she let him go for air she was very proud of that the only lipstick on Jamin’s face was hers.

“Sit on the couch” Thorgy asked in a sultry tone straddling out of Jamin.

He sat waiting in anticipation, removing his sweating and keeping only the gray shirt he had under it. The song that was playing was “You go to my head” in Ella’s nostalgic voice and ironically fitting. Thorgy dropped, taking a seat between his knees, and her hand reached down and cupped Jamin through the heavy fabric of his jeans. He was fighting the urge to get hard the minute he entered the apartment and saw her like that.

She kissed him once again passing roughly her cleavage against his chest. Jamin panted heavily into her mouth, his breath heavy with desire. Jamin tried to kiss her gently, but Thorgy kissed him back with force, sliding her tongue into his mouth and nipping at his lips.

“Is my mouth better?” Thorgy teased into his mouth.

“The best....but I need you to remind me....” he managed to say between deep, breath-taking kisses.

Thorgy tugged his jeans and briefs down finally letting his erection free. She started moving her hands over Jamin’s bare thighs, only inches away from his crotch. She spread his legs wider and lowered her head planting kisses in his inner thigh.

“Does this ring a bell?” she teased getting closer and closer to his cock. Jamin couldn’t get out more than a grunt, as Thorgy wrapped her fingers around his length and started jacking him off slowly.

Thorgy let the tip of her tongue dart out of her mouth and slowly, tracing a path from the base to the tip of his erection, her headpiece almost tickling Jamin’s belly.

"Oh, fuck, Thorg!” Jamin knew she wasn't’ kidding when she took the head in her mouth while her hands went back to kneading his thighs. Thorgy, musical as she was was, hummed around his length and took him in deeper, holding Jamin’s gaze, looking him directly in the eye.

“Oh, that feels so good” Jamin was whispered melting on the back on the couch, her long earrings brushing lightly his crotch.

Thorgy stopped for a moment and giggled proudly, and removed her earrings throwing them aside. Then she roughly spread his legs further apart, in this position Thorgy had good access to his balls so she put one of them into her mouth. Jamin started to pant, as she tenderly licked the most sensitive parts.

Jamin couldn’t grab her head because of the wig so he gently massaged her shoulder, savoring her approving soft moans at the attention. With his entire sack in her hand now, Thorgy deep-throated him up to the root of his cock.

"Jesus, Sh-sh!” He didn’t seem capable of saying much else and Thorgy liked it, a lot.

Thorgy was drenching him with her saliva, letting her tongue stroke the sensitive underside of his dick, feeling the muscles tighten even more in her mouth. Jamin was sure he didn’t need any more stimulation, but Thorgy still started to suck him off hard while her hands slipped underneath him to squeeze his ass. Jamin gasped as Thorgy left the tip of his cock with a smacking sound.

“In my mouth, okay?” he winked wickedly. “This robe was too expensive to be baptized so soon”

God, he was going to stay with that man forever.

As Thorgy took him in again, Jamin started to buck his hips and squeezed Thorgy’s shoulder harder, caressing her neck with the other hand. She swirled her tongue wildly around the head of his cock, and started swallowing around him when he hit the back of her throat, driving Jamin mad with desire. A shiny layer of sweat appeared on his skin while he was groaning and moaning loudly. He didn’t believe it was possible, but his pleasure increased as Thorgy began sucking with more strength.

"Thorg...I’m gonna...” he tried to warn using his last drop of self-control.

Thorgy sucked in her cheeks with all her might as the strength of Jamin’s grip on her neck became too much. Her nose, the only oxygen source, was buried in Jamin’s lap, thighs pressed against the sides of Thorgy’s face as her fake eyelashes brushed against his pubic hair.

Jamin’s groans became louder and louder, and his breathing started sounding desperate.

“Oh! Fuuuck!”

Thorgy felt the intense rush of hot come inside her mouth, her throat coated in Jamin’s desire for her. With this in mind, she kept sucking him dry, loving every second of him. After the contractions faded, he became flaccid in her mouth, but she lovingly kept on going and licking up every drop of him. Thorgy looked up at him and he smiled with the most innocent face, as if she wasn’t sinning minutes ago.

“The best” Jamin smiled back still panting and drinking in all the pleasure waves.

She was up again, and Jamin sat straight to rub her knees that were pretty red even with the thighs covering them and kissed her hips.

“I need to be free of this tuck right NOW” she hugged his head quickly and ran to the bathroom.

Jamin took a shower in Alvy’s bathroom while Shane was getting rid off Thorgy’s clothes in his bedroom. He was faster than Shane, that was toking a long shower probably to rest his limbs. Jamin brought some candies to the bedroom and a piece of pudding that was on the fridge and didn’t seem too old. Something cold, but not too cold for Shane’s throat. He was probably sore as hell.

He was watching TV and eating the a chocolate truffle when Shane came out of the bathroom only with a towel wrapped around on the waist. He loved when Thorgy would get dirty with him, for sure, but nothing turned him on the most like the vision of post shower Shane, all fresh, his pale skin sill reddish. Jamin was pushing forty this year, and he couldn’t believe how much stamina he still had. Maybe even more that when he was younger, and he was getting hard again.

“Okay, I’m going to show you something, but don’t laugh” Shane warned him still clentching on the tip of the towel.

“I’m definitely not laughing” he replied feeling his cock twitching back to life in his pajamas shorts.

Shane dropped the towel and he was wearing a jockstrap. He turned around quite shyly, but his lean body looked really good in it. Shane’s ass was irresistible, small, but round, enhanced by the black straps.

“This is so not me” he replied checking himself wincing and laughing nervously.

Jamin pulled him to bed and they started to making out again. Few minutes later Shane was getting fucked doggystyle while Jamin pulled his hair back like a leash. He left his big mirror in the room while he was dressing up before going to the plaza. Jamin asked him to watch himself in the mirror while he was thrusting him from behind, whispering how hot he was, and how much he loved him, and he smiled in pleasure biting his lower lip, surrendering completely to the moment.

Jamin analysed the finished dress proudly in the mannequin.

He loved Drag Con. Electronic music was blasting in the living room. He looked over his phone on the table ringing with Shane’s message.

“Alvy wants to kill me, half of my merch prints are defective and they only noticed now so I need them replaced by tomorrow, and my jumper is still not ready. You're the only motherfucker in the city who can stand me…”

Jamin texted him back making sure that everything would be sort it out. That song resonating again. The first Drag Con at home, New York wouldn’t fail them.

#thorcid #rpdr fanfiction #rupaul's drag race #thorgy thor #acid betty #whorses #smut

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theaceofskulls · 6 years

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So with all the news about the various members of Hollywood getting in trouble for their actions, I have to admit that the various conversations going on about that have made me think about talking a bit more about some stuff. I’m going to cut this just in case the topic is uncomfortable for some.

So one of the things that the spree of sexual assault accusations has kinda made me iffy on is when comment sections start debating what is considered sexual assault. I mean there is the usual type of stuff that gets me to cringe there but that’s not what I really mean.

You see, I get a little iffy when people discuss what constitutes an action as assault because I struggle with that question on my own when this topic goes on for awhile.

The reason is that I don’t feel comfortable with considering an experience of mine as falling under that label because I feel the same as some internet commentators who rudely say it dilutes the meaning of it but don’t feel like I’m qualified to make that judgement call either since I don’t want anyone else to feel like something similar to them is being downplayed

Yep, it’s one of these posts.

I don’t like to talk about this a lot not because of shame, but because I’ve heard worse and I don’t know if I’m comfortable with what happened to me is considered as comparable to those horror stories, or to people who have experienced incidents on a more frequent basis. But the strangest sort of inspiration happened when someone in an offtopic thread on another site admitted they’d been assaulted as a man by a woman and that it wasn’t a joke.

They didn’t go into much more detail but I finally felt like speaking about it while also qualifying that I didn’t feel like what happened to me was as bad as others which is why I don’t bring it up that often. I guess I have to actually be specific here or I’m just going to keep dancing around:

A random girl slapped me on the ass.

Yeah, that’s it. And I can visualize someone in my shoes not being bothered by it at all. I’ve heard stories of victims that were worse or more regular than just a one off time. It seems so minor every time I think about it.

But you know what else I can visualize and what I do every time I think about it? That exact moment captured perfectly in time, one of those rare perfect memories that time doesn’t wear down.

I’m half leaning over a railing looking down at the bleachers filling up at one of those mandatory pep-rallies my high school put on. My friends are next to me but we’re not really talking right now, as our class is stuck waiting for the crowd of people passing beside us to funnel down into their seats since we arrived a little early and we’re going to be higher up than them. The seats are half filled by this point and I’m listening for my teacher to tell us to start moving over the indistinct sounds of dozens of isolated conversations playing in the crowd behind me. Instead I hear a girl’s voice:

“Oooh, there’s a nice one!”

A moment later I feel the hit. I actually hear it more than I feel it, but as I remember this I feel the tingle again. I look around quickly but not frantically but no one in the throng of people seems to have slowed down or is turning away from me. It’s not moving fast enough for whoever did it to have gone more than a couple feet from me. I hear a group of girls laugh but can’t locate the source of the noise. A couple seconds later I heard my teacher tell us to move and I’m shuffled away to my seat.

I don’t feel angry or small, I feel confused and uncomfortable. And even when I think about it now I don’t feel trapped by the memory but it lingers.

It’s such a small thing, I feel guilty for bringing it up whenever this subject comes up. I feel like others will judge me for making a mountain out of a molehill or trying to muscle my way into a topic.

However if I’m being honest, it did leave a mark. I don’t like having my back to others or leaning over. Yeah not unique there, until I’m at a water fountain and I go down for a drink. First second I question why I thought I was still hung up on it. Second second I feel a bubble around me, and will immediately stop drinking and go upright if it’s invaded. Third second I start to hear everything around me in much clearer detail, judging if any sounds are approaching. If I hear the sound of women laughing, that immediately causes me to leave the fountain. I’m in this heightened alert state until I’m back upright and have walked a couple feet away.

Same thing happens if I bend over for tying my shoes, picking up something, or anything basically.

And as for having people behind me, it’s like there’s a prickle on the back of my neck. I start to watch them out of the corner of my eye if I’m able. I’ve tried to convince myself it’s that I don’t like people looking over my corner, but I’ve got my desk set up at work so that my back is facing a window and I don’t mind people looking through at me as much as I’m on edge when someone has to step behind my chair for something.

It’s hard to reconcile this. I feel like it’s small and not worth counting as something as severe as sexual assault or being part of the conversation, but if it really were small, would it have done this to me and remained so vividly?

It’s weird because at the moment it happened it didn’t really sink into me. It wasn’t something that caused me to lose sleep that night, but it’s remained with me and hasn’t gone away.

So I get really iffy when people start talking about “does this qualify” or “why did they wait so long” (even if the second question also has a bunch of other answers I don’t have to grapple with). I don’t want to try and piece out the answer in part because my own experience with something that either is or is related to the subject is something I can’t answer myself. Hell I’ve kept calling it “my experience” this whole time rather than trying to answer that first question because to me it is something that I feel is so small and yet echoes so loudly in minor parts of my life.

I don’t want to enter this conversation because part of me wants to just say “It’s a quirky thing that happened at high school that didn’t really harm you the way some others have been harmed” while another part of me is going “You can see what happened to you. You felt like a prop in someone else’s life, as faceless to them as they were to you and yet you are the one that remembers that moment” and I can’t say either of those feels like it’s wrong to me.

At the very least, I can make a post about it, and recognize the significance something like this can have on others who experience it.

So yeah if your fave in Hollywood gets named in a scandal, and you ask “does it really count?” as a defense, I’m not on your side. That question isn’t something to be used as a shield.

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Now that the party has gotten the password and eliminated Delta, supposedly one of the leaders of the rebellion, the party moves on to the rebel headquarters. There they encounter Zeta, Delta’s half-sister, and convince her to help them eliminate the rebel leaders. Zeta eliminates Quincy handily with the party’s help, and after and a tough fight with Kany and Nyeck, the party finds themselves ultimately successful, though Zeta had died in the conflict. They return to the Apricity soon after.

summary

With Delta eliminated and the password in hand, and once Phos has hidden Delta’s body, the party moves on to the rebellion’s headquarters. Aster had plotted a route for them and informs them that there is a front and back to the headquarters building, though he doesn’t know which would be better. The party decides to enter through the front after lively debate; in trying to do so, Beetle tries to pass tea as drugs in order to get inside, which fails, and after Vekar gives the password Zeta, the five of them enter the headquarters

Inside the headquarters, the party finds themselves in a wide hallway. At the end of the hallway is the back entrance to the headquarters, with two guards standing there; inside is deserted, oddly enough, with six doors spaced along the walls, three on each side, and a staircase leading down. The party sets to work to open the doors, all of which are locked; inside some of these rooms, Kate and Phos find credit chits valued at 1000, and Vekar finds some cryo rounds in a safe. Vasir and Beetle hack a disabled FENRIS mech but promptly forget to tell it to heel.

When they enter the last room, the party encounters Zeta T’Pavis, Delta’s half-sister. Phos, with Beetle’s help, convinces Zeta that one of the rebellion’s leaders, Quincy Lorraine, was responsible for the death of her sister and, seeking vengeance, Zeta ropes the party into helping her eliminate him. She leads them down the stairs, where she explains that while Nyeck had been cleaning up the Reaper creatures on Anhur, they had actually been keeping them here in cages, for use whenever they saw fit. The party learns that there are husks, marauders, and cannibals around, but Zeta bypasses them all and heads straight for a room down a hallway, instructing the party to intervene at the signal.

The signal ends up being a gunshot, and when the party bursts into the room, they find Zeta grappling Quincy on the ground. Upon request, Phos walks over and stabs Quincy with her cleaver, causing enough damage that he would eventually die, but slowly. Kate, in a moment of compassion, kills him quickly, much to Zeta’s displeasure, and from there, the party convinces Zeta to help them eliminate the rest of the rebellion’s leaders. Zeta warns them that this will be difficult, given that Kany and Nyeck are almost always together, but eventually comes up with an idea.

The plan is thus: Zeta will distract either Kany or Nyeck, separating them from each other and sending them towards a trap the party will have laid out. From there, the party can eliminate that person before proceeding to Zeta’s location to help her. Zeta lets the party choose who they want to target first after providing some information on who Kany and Nyeck are; the party decides to eliminate Kany first, and after a few fail-safes are put into place, Zeta moves off and the party heads over to the husks’ cage, with Beetle placing a grenade on the door in order to blow it open on Zeta’s signal and the rest of the party moving to hide in the observation deck nearby.

The signal comes through Vasir’s omni-tool, and Beetle triggers the grenade by shooting it. A few moments later, Kany makes her appearance by biotically charging in and then dropping a nova at the escaping husks, killing all of them instantly; however, she notices the party hiding and Kate takes the opportunity to biotically charge Kany, knocking her briefly off-balance before the battle begins. Kany is very powerful and wreaks a lot of havoc before the party successfully takes her down, and soon after, the party rushes to where they think Zeta is, knowing that she is alone with Nyeck.

The party arrives in time to see Nyeck kill Zeta, and then Beetle throws a grenade and Kate sets it off by shooting it; the party avoids damage by closing the door to the room where the grenade explodes. Moments later, however, it becomes apparent that Nyeck is no easy target, either, almost killing Vekar before Vekar freezes them and Beetle takes a killshot with the sniper rifle she’d foisted from a human earlier that day. Once Nyeck has died, and once Beetle has named her new sniper rifle the Cold Shoulder, the party collects several documents under Aster’s direction before booking it back to the LZ, calling for pickup and being brought back to the Apricity soon after.

notable lines + interactions

DM: So last time... last time on this campaign, I forget the name, sunlight and stardust, y’all broke into a tea shoppe and killed a dude. Actually a lady. So. GG.

Phos, OOC: Ideally, we find an incinerator or something so we can burn the body and everything else. DM: Maybe roll a twenty on perception next time.

Beetle, OOC: Beetles takes a free action to dab. DM: You - you don’t need a free action to do that, you’re not in combat. Beetle, OOC: It’s still a free action. DM: Uh, okay, you, uh, you dab. It - it looks like a dab. [pause] Yay.

Vasir, OOC: Your dab did not destroy my internet, I’m offended you think it’s that bad. Beetle, OOC: Okay, that’s fair, but it’s still pretty powerful. Vasir, OOC: You didn’t roll for it. It was a free action, you said so. Beetle, OOC: Goddammit, you’re right. I’ll roll for it next time.

DM: As you get closer, Aster says - what does he say. [pause] This is not the right word document. [pause] This is also not the right word document. Beetle, OOC: I believe in you.

DM: Phos intimidated some people so now you don’t have to fight. Congratulations.

DM: [Beetle and Kate] were playing rock-paper-scissors to see who was the scary one. But you both lost, like, you both played scissors too many times. Beetle, OOC: Yeah, we kept tying, and then we gave up. It was really sad. DM: It was really sad.

DM: We are not making this The Adventure Zone!

DM: Okay, it’s not from The Adventure Zone, it’s actually from outofcontextdnd. I just forgot in the heat in the moment.

Beetle, OOC: We have two lines of attack: one in the back posing, and one in the front attacking while everyone is staring at the ones who are posing. Party: [laughter] DM: Wouldn’t that be the other way around? Like - like posing in the front, attack from the back? Beetle, OOC: Look, this is tactics, okay.

DM: Need I remind you of the first rule of D&D? I’ve had to every session so far.

Vasir: Let’s see if the front door and the password work before we use the violence, how about? Phos: Hmm. Beetle: This sounds fake, but... okay. Vasir: We can’t start attacking the people we’re supposedly with. Beetle: Supposedly we can’t start attacking people. Phos: Supposedly we didn’t just kill one of their leaders and steal tea from her shoppe, but sure. Vasir: Is the concept of sneaking that hard for you all?

Phos, OOC: Right before Phos opens the door, she uses fortification - DM: Shh shh shh. Shh. Shhh. Shhhhh. Phos, OOC and sheepish: Sorry.

Phos, OOC: [Phos]’s not dealing with this tall-ass turian. Vekar: Fine. Next time I’ll let you get shot. DM, whispering: Oh snap.

DM: So how was everyone’s day today? Vasir, OOC: I actually got up as a reasonable time. Went out and did stuff. DM: Hell yeah. Productivity. Phos, OOC: I played games. Thanks to [Vekar’s player], the savior. DM: Hell yeah. All hail.

DM: So Beetle... Beetle. Oh, Beetle. There’s no corners for you to get lost in. But there is a wall, and you walk towards this wall. And you realize, suddenly, that all you can see is this wall, and that you are hopelessly lost. And everywhere you look, all you can see is wall. And you are just lost in this single wall. Beetle: This room only has one wall and I can’t leave! DM: Exactly. You are a two-dimensional thing now. There’s no escape.

Beetle: Holy shit, Phos! You did it! You rescued me again! Again!

Phos, OOC: I’m wearing armor! DM: You didn’t get any damage, you just looked stupid. Phos, OOC: Oh, god. Vekar, OOC: Psychological damage.

Beetle, OOC: It took me two years but I did it! DM: So you unlock that door. GG. Plus one experience. There’re four other doors remaining.

Beetle: The wall got you, too? Vekar, having just walked into a wall: Sadly, it did. It’s a trickster wall, it is.

DM: You’re really fascinated with the desk, I guess. It’s a really nice desk. Beetle: I like this. I’m into it.

Beetle: Can we take this desk apart and take it with us? [quietly] I really like it.

Beetle: You know, Vasir, you really loosened the lid on this good, good - mech. DM: Nice save. I knew what you wanted to say there. Beetle, OOC: Yeah, Beetle didn’t want to force gender on it.

DM: So Beetle and Vasir, you manage to open your doors, but there’s nothing in the rooms they open to. They’re trash and trashed. Beetle, OOC: [posts this in discord]

Beetle, OOC, unnecessarily: It’s trash. DM, exasperated: Thanks, McElroys. Where would we be without you?

DM: And roll perception for me. Vekar, OOC and desperate: No...

Beetle: We’re invested in helping you avenge Delta. Phos: Yes, she was very kind to us. Zeta: Yes, yes, she’s - she was always like that. DM: You guys are terrible people, you know that? Party: [laughter] Vekar, OOC: We try our best. Phos, OOC: The power of a nat twenty, baby!

Zeta: [kills two guards very quickly] Beetle: Good execution! DM: She does not respond to that. Beetle, OOC: But it was a good execution! DM: ... Ahaha, hahaha, haha, ha, anyway.

Phos, OOC: [leaves to make themselves hot chocolate] Beetle, OOC: I’m just imagining Phos going back to the shop to make herself a nice cup of coke-co. DM: Coke-co? Beetle, OOC: Yeah. DM: Goddammit.

DM: Yeah, Kate’s just watching you guys hack this, like - Vasir, OOC: She’s thinking, “Ha ha, nerds.” DM: And she’s like, “Godspeed.”

Phos: Are we playing ‘hide and husks’?

DM: I don’t want to make you roll stealth checks, but at this rate...

Someone’s mic: [picks up the sound of a car horn] DM: Beeeeep.

DM: Yeah, it’s a miracle [Beetle] hit at all. And by miracle, I mean a nineteen.

Phos: Which door do we think there would be the boss of this place? Vekar: Probably the biggest door. DM: This isn’t a Zelda title.

Beetle, OOC: ‘Oral’ could mean her mouth. DM: I said ‘aural’, A, U! Fuck off!

Beetle, OOC: Can I roll to have Beetle stand real casual? DM: You don’t have to roll that, she can just do it, she - Beetle, OOC: Like, I’m not with these nerds, like, chillin’. DM: Okay, yeah, you can - you can just stand there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking really cool. Beetle, OOC: Nice. I’m into that.

DM: And then you just hear some tussling - tussling? Tussling? Wrassling? Wrestling? Just fighting noises, basically. Vekar, OOC: Fisticuffs. DM: Yeah, you hear fisticuff noises, that’s it.

Vasir, OOC: Roll to find a chair, [DM]! Beetle, OOC: Rolls a crit fail.

DM: Phous? Phos, OOC: Phohs. Beetle, OOC: Phoosaphone. DM: Phoosaphone. [quietly] Goddammit.

Phos, OOC: How bad does Nyeck look? DM: He’s fine. [incredulous silence] Phos, OOC: He’s not even bleeding? DM: Nope. Vekar, OOC: Shields, man. Vasir, OOC: That armor class. Phos, OOC: Shit.

DM: [Nyeck] just roll out of the way. They’re really not feeling this. Beetle, OOC: They’re just McCree rolling out of way. DM: They are! They are indeed. They’re also reloading and - just kidding, they’re not doing that.

DM: You’re lucky [Nyeck] didn’t hit you twice. This would’ve killed you. Vekar, OOC: Thanks, that’s so kind of them.

DM: Top of the order. Vekar, you’re up. Vekar, OOC: Alright. Well, shit.

DM: And that’s the end of your turn. Let’s see if you wombo-combo.

DM: You just did 26 damage. Party: Party: [collectively loses their shit] DM: This person is dead. This person is very, very dead.

DM: This sniper rifle is your new best friend. What do you name it? Beetle, OOC: Uh. Phos, OOC: Headshot. Vekar, OOC: The Cold Shoulder. Everyone: [loses their shit]

technical notes

The party finds a place to hide Delta’s body. Investigation roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Phos → 14 + 3 → 17 Vekar → 16 - 4 → 12 Kate → 8 + 1 → 9 Vasir → 8 - 1 → 7 Beetle → 1 + 3 → 4

Phos finds a place to hide the body (a dumpster).

The party intimidates others into leaving them alone. Intimidation roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier.

Phos → 15 + 0 → 15 Vekar → 6 + 3 → 9 Kate → 4 + 0 → 4 Beetle → 4 + 0 → 4

Phos intimidates a group of batarians into leaving the enemy alone. Kate and Beetle play rock-paper-scissors, but end up tying so many times that they give up and let Phos be the scary one.

Beetle tries to sell the rebel guards tea, passing it off as a drug. Persuasion roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier + proficiency bonuses → 14 + 0 + 1 + 1 → 16

The guards contest. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Guard 1 → 20 Guard 2 → 17

The guards successfully contest.

Beetle does not convince the guards that she is a business partner, as the rebellion is not involved with drugs in any way.

The party looks around the headquarters’ main floor. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Vasir → 17 - 1 → 16 Vekar → 16 - 4 → 12 Phos → 5 + 3 → 8 Kate → 5 + 1 → 6 Beetle → 1 + 3 → 4

Beetle gets lost in front of a wall. Vasir notes all possible exits and doors.

Vasir and Beetle go to unlock two of the doors. Decryption roll. 1d20 + technical modifier + proficiency bonus.

Vasir → 18 + 4 → 22 Beetle → 14 + 4 → 18

Vasir opens the door easily. It takes Beetle a bit longer to accomplish the same feat.

Kate, Phos, Vekar, and Vasir check out the room. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Vekar → 18 - 4 → 14 Vasir → 15 - 1 → 14 Kate → 12 + 1 → 13 Phos → 1 + 3 → 4

Phos walks into the doorframe, stubs her foot on the desk, and then stumbles into shelves. Everyone else sees the FENRIS mech in the room and notes the locked drawers of the desk.

Kate breaks the lock on one of the drawers of the desk. Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier → 14 + 2 → 16 Kate breaks the lock on the drawer, finding a credit chit valued at 1000.

Vasir hacks into the FENRIS mech. AI hacking roll. 1d20 + technical modifier + proficiency bonus → 3 + 4 + 1 → 8 Vasir finds the firewalls on the mech too frustrating to hack and gives up.

Vekar breaks the lock on one of the drawers of the desk. Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier → 11 + 1 → 12 Vekar opens the drawer, but it’s empty.

Vekar breaks the lock on the last drawer of the desk. Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier → 11 + 1 → 12 Vekar opens the drawer and finds a slip of paper with a combination of numbers on it. He pockets it.

Beetle unlocks another door. Decryption roll. 1d20 + technical modifier → 18 + 4 → 22 Beetle opens the door easily.

Kate, Phos, Vekar, and Beetle check out the room. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Phos → 19 + 3 → 22 Kate → 11 + 1 → 12 Beetle → 2 + 3 → 5 Vekar → 1 - 4 → -3

Vekar walks into a wall again. Beetle is fascinated with the desk. Phos notices a safe underneath said desk.

Vekar opens the safe. Vekar opens the safe using the combination he had found in the previous room.

The DM determines what’s in the safe. 1d6 → 1 Inside the safe are cryo rounds and a credit chit valued at 1000. Vekar takes the rounds; Phos takes the chit.

Beetle hacks the FENRIS mech. AI hacking roll. 1d20 + technical modifier → 14 + 4 → 18 Coasting on Vasir’s previous attempt, Beetle successfully hacks the FENRIS mech.

Beetle, Vekar, and Vasir hack into another two doors. Decryption roll. 1d20 + technical modifier + proficiency bonus.

Vasir → 17 + 4 + 1 → 23 Beetle → 13 + 4 → 17 Vekar → 6 + 1 + 0 → 7

Vasir and Beetle manage to open their doors, but there’s nothing in the room beyond.

Vasir opens the remaining door. Decryption roll. 1d20 + technical modifier + proficiency bonus → 12 + 4 + 1 → 17 Vasir opens the door to the last room.

The party tries to mentally place the asari in the last room of the headquarters. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Phos → 19 + 3 → 22 Beetle → 11 + 3 → 14 Vekar → 17 - 4 → 13 Vasir → 13 - 1 → 12

Phos realizes the asari looks strikingly like Delta.

Phos opens the message Kate sent over omni-tool. Technical roll. 1d20 + tech modifier → 7 - 2 → 5 Phos is unable to read the message Kate sent, which read simply: “Wasn’t Zeta supposed to be a hostage?”

Phos convinces Zeta that Delta was killed by Quincy Lorraine. Beetle corroborates her story by showing Zeta the tea she had stolen from Delta’s shoppe. Persuasion roll with advantage. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 11 + 0 → 11, 20 + 0 → 20

Zeta contests. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 12 + 2 → 14 Zeta fails to contest.

Phos successfully convinces Zeta that Delta as killed by the rebel leaders.

The party listens to the sounds in the basement. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Beetle → 18 + 3 → 21 Phos → 15 + 3 → 18 Vasir → 10 - 1 → 9 Kate → 6 + 1 → 7 Vekar → 7 - 4 → 3

Beetle and Phos hear the noises down the hallway and immediately ID them as husk noises.

Zeta grapples Quincy. Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier → 15 + 1 → 16

Quincy contests. Strength roll. 1d20 + strength modifier → 11 + 3 → 14 Quincy fails to contest.

Zeta wrestles Quincy to the ground.

Phos stabs Quincy. Damage roll. 2d8 + damage bonus → (5 + 3) + (4 + 3) → 8 + 7 → 15 Phos’s krogan cleaver cuts deeply into Quincy’s neck. He’s not dead yet.

Kate kills Quincy. Kate mercy-kills Quincy with her omni-blade.

Phos convinces Zeta that Nyeck Slatojor and Kany Canard were also implicit in Delta’s death. Persuasion roll. 1d20 + knowledge modifier → 18 + 0 → 18 Phos successfully convinces Zeta to both tell them about Nyeck and Kany as well as help kill them.

Zeta assassinates the two guards. Stealth roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifer → 18 + 2 → 20 Zeta stabs both of the guards in quick succession, killing them instantly.

The party looks for a place to hide. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Phos → 18 + 4 → 22 Kate → 18 + 1 → 19 Vasir → 19 - 1 → 18 Beetle → 15 + 3 → 18 Vekar → 9 - 4 → 5

The party notices a little observatory room where they could hide. The door is locked.

Beetle, Vasir, and Vekar work together to unlock the door. Decryption roll. 1d20 + technical modifier + proficiency bonus.

Vasir → 15 + 4 → 19 Vekar → 17 + 1 → 18 Beetle → 13 + 4 → 17

Between the three of them, Vasir, Vekar, and Beetle make quick work of the door.

Kate braces at the door. Kate draws her pistol and braces.

Beetle shoots the grenade. Attack roll. 1d20 → 16. Beetle manages to shoot the grenade, exploding the door of the husk cage and allowing the husks to escape.

Kany charges the husks. Attack roll. 1d20 → 18 This is sufficient to do damage.

Damage roll. 1d8 → 6 Kany hits all husks on impact.

ADDITIONAL ACTION: Kany throws a Nova down. Attack roll. 1d20 → 13 This is sufficient to do damage.

Damage roll. 2d4 → 3 + 4 → 7 Kany kills all husks.

Kany looks around the room. Perception check. 1d20 + perception modifier → 16 + 1 → 17 Kany notices the group hiding in the observatory.

Kate charges Kany. Attack roll. 1d20 → 7 This is not sufficient to do damage. Kany is thrown off-balance.

Everyone rolls initiative. 1d20.

Vasir → 20 Kany → 19 Vekar → 16 Kate → 12 Phos → 9 Beetle → 7

Vasir uses Energy Drain on Kany. Attack roll. 1d20 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. (17 - Kany’s armor class) x 3 → 2 x 3 → 6 Vasir steals 6 of Kany’s barrier.

Kany attacks Kate. Attack roll. 1d20 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d4 → 4 + 1 → 5 Kate’s barrier takes 5 points of damage.

Free action. Kany moves into the husk cage.

Vekar takes cover by the cage’s door and shoots. Free action. Vekar moves to the cage’s door and takes cover.

Attack roll. 1d20 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 1 + 2 + 3 → 5 Vekar deals 5 damage to Kany.

Kate shoots Kany with her sniper rifle. Attack roll. 1d20 → 15 This is sufficient for a body shot.

Damage roll. 2d6 → 6 + 3 → 9 Kate shoots Kany for 9 points of damage.

Phos uses Fortification. Free action. Phos moves to block the doorway of the cage.

Phos uses Fortification. Phos adds +2 to her AC, bringing her AC up to 18.

Beetle takes a shot at Kany with her sniper rifle through Phos’s legs. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient, but because of her positioning, she does not get a headshot.

Damage roll. 2d6 → 4 + 3 → 7 Beetle shoots Kany for 7 points of damage.

Vasir delays their turn.

Kany charges Phos. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 1d8 → 7 Phos takes 7 points of damage.

ADDITIONAL ACTION: Kany drops a Nova. Attack roll. 1d20 → 20 Crit.

Damage roll. (2d4) x 2 → (2 + 2) x 2 → 8 Kany hits Phos, Beetle, and Vekar for 8 points of damage. Additionally, she sends them flying. Phos, Beetle, and Vekar are now prone.

Vekar stands up. Vekar stands up and moves away from Kany.

Kate takes a shot at Kany with her sniper rifle. Attack roll. 1d20 → 13 This is not sufficient to hit.

Kate takes a shot at Kany, who deflects it with her biotics.

Vasir jumps back into the order and uses Incinerate. Attack roll. 1d20 → 3 This is not sufficient to hit.

Vasir messes up the Incinerate program and it doesn’t manage to leave their omni-tool.

Phos stands up. Phos stands up and moves in front of Beetle.

Beetle uses her Marksman ability. Attack roll. 1d20 → 16

Damage roll. 4d4 → 2 + 2 + 4 + 2 → 10 Beetle shoots Kany for 10 points of damage, killing her.

Beetle investigates Kany’s body. Investigation roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 14 + 3 → 17 Beetle doesn’t find anything on Kany’s body.

Phos listens to her surroundings. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 14 + 3 → 17 Phos hears nothing out of ordinary, excepting the Reaper sounds.

The party chooses between going left, right, or forward. The party goes left.

The DM chooses which direction was correct. Random number between 1 and 3 → 1 Left is the correct direction.

The party listens in at Nyeck’s door. Perception roll. 1d20 + modifier.

Beetle → 20 + 3 → 23 Phos → 15 + 3 → 18 Vekar → 17 - 4 → 13 Vasir → 12 - 1 → 11 Kate → 6 + 1 → 7

The party hears talking, but can’t make out the words. Beetle knows that the conversation is civil.

Nyeck and Zeta notice the party. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Nyeck → 15 + 2 → 17 Zeta → 8 + 1 → 9

Nyeck notices the party, Zeta doesn’t.

Nyeck melees Zeta. Nyeck stabs Zeta in the neck, causing fatal damage.

ADDITIONAL ACTION: Nyeck shoots Phos with a shotgun. Attack roll. 1d20 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d8 → 4 + 4 → 8 Phos takes 8 damage.

Everyone rolls initiative. 1d20.

Vekar → 20 Beetle → 15 Vasir → 11 Kate → 12 Phos → 9 Nyeck → 3

Vekar uses First Aid on Phos with his Medicine talent and medi-gel. Effectiveness roll. 1d20 → 3.

Roll healing. (2d4) x 2 → (1 + 4) x 2 → 5 x 2 → 10 Phos regains 10 points of damage.

Beetle throws a sticky grenade at Nyeck. Attack roll. 1d20 + dexterity modifier + proficiency bonus → 11 + 3 + 1 → 15 Beetle lands her grenade on the desk behind Nyeck.

Nyeck notices the grenade. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 2 + 2 → 4 Nyeck does not notice the sticky grenade.

Kate detonates the grenade by shooting it. Attack roll. 1d20 → 19 Kate shouts “bomb’s away!” and shoots the grenade.

Free action. Kate slams the door shut, preventing the party from taking damage.

The grenade explodes. Damage roll. 5d4 → 2 + 4 + 3 + 3 + 1 → 13 Nyeck takes 13 points of damage.

Vasir uses Overload. Free action. Vasir opens the door.

Attack roll. 1d20 → 10 This is not sufficient to hit.

Nyeck dodges the Overload with a roll.

Phos melees Nyeck. Attack roll. 1d20 → 15 This is not sufficient to hit.

Nyeck dodges the cleaver with a roll.

Nyeck shoots Vekar with their shotgun. Attack roll. 1d20 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d8 → 8 + 4 → 12 Vekar takes 12 points of damage.

ADDITIONAL ACTION: Nyeck shoots Phos with their shotgun. Attack roll. 1d20 → 18 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 2d8 → 6 + 6 → 12 Phos takes 12 points of damage.

Vekar shoots Nyeck with his cryo rounds. Attack roll. 1d20 → 17 This is sufficient to hit.

Damage roll. 3d4 → 4 + 3 + 3 → 10

Nyeck contests cryo. Strength saving throw. 1d20 + strength modifier → 5 + 3 → 8 Nyeck fails to contest.

Nyeck takes 10 damage and is frozen.

Beetle shoots Nyeck point-blank with her sniper rifle. Attack roll. 1d20 → 20 Crit.

Roll damage. (3d6) x 2 → (6 + 4 + 2) x 2 → 13 x 2 → 26 Beetle says, “Don’t try and give me the cold shoulder,” and shoots. Nyeck takes 26 damage and is killed instantly.

Beetle checks to see if there’s ammo in the sniper rifle. Perception roll. 1d20 + perception modifier → 2 + 3 → 5 There might be ammo in the gun. There also might not be. Beetle is sure, however, that this sniper rifle is her new best friend.

Beetle names her sniper rifle. Beetle names the stolen sniper rifle the Cold Shoulder.

Phos takes Nyeck’s shotgun. Kate takes the shotgun and gives it to Phos.

Beetle takes back the pouch of tea she had given to Zeta. It’s covered in blood. It’s a little gross.

The party checks out Nyeck’s office. Investigation roll. 1d20 + perception modifier.

Kate → 18 + 1 → 19 Phos → 14 + 3 → 17 Vekar → 12 - 4 → 8 Beetle → 4 + 3 → 7 Vasir → 3 - 1 → 2

The party finds some documents that Annos wants, as well as the button that will release all the Reaper creatures, but nothing else of interest.

Phos reads the meme Beetle had sent to the group on her omni-tool. Technical roll. 1d20 + technical modifier → 7 - 2 → 5 Phos fails to read the meme in her messages.

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migraine, screen, guns for hands, message man, hometown, oh ms believer, forest and!!! march to the sea💞

last one of these internet novellas I promise💞

Read at your own risk, folks. um, this isn’t a tw or anything it’s just long. I mean. maybe you’re triggered by that?

Migraine

this song may well have the most lyrics of any of their songs - certainly the most packed into a relatively short time. Like taxicab or a car a torch a death might be longer but they’re also actually longer songs, so they can be stretched out. migraine on the other hand is all crammed into a short span and also most closely echoes his vocal style from the previous albums, which is less open, more nasal, more heavily influenced by his accent and desperation. so yeah, there’s a lot more lyrics than usual to choose from, so. thing is, while I absolutely adore the imagery in the verses, and the catchy “sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind”, and the entire bridge is so great and positive and amazing, I think my favourite part is:

“Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?

Shadows will scream that I’m alone”

BECAUSE for one thing it’s a question that comes up a lot for me because somehow I’m surrounded by people who are managing life pretty well, but also my favourite favourite part is the ‘shadows will scream that I’m alone’ because he screams a whole goddamn lot and often it’s that he’s alone and I love the fact that a) he screams in a chorus about screaming and b) sure, shadows scream that you’re alone, but so do you, so where do you make the distinction?

also: the way this one opens is so good. the vocoder effect on tyler’s voice has that quality about that makes you think it might be a harmony but it isn’t quite, it’s just his voice. for me, that sets up the theme of internal echoes and waging wars cause it’s sort of multiple layers of his voice bound within a single sound, so it sounds like there’s lots of different voices inside his voice, just like there are pain and voices in his head. but also the fact that the sound is cut off so abruptly means the silence makes them sink in, so you really LISTEN to the lyrics and the main theme as opposed to just hearing it.

THE LOUD DRUMS ARE EVERYTHING in this song they’re punchy and strong and hnng they make me feel like punching something (out of love). and the high synth is just piping out the tune that also start out a bit softer but then another one comes in and it’s more whiny (in a good way?) and incessant and plays out the background chords that are repetitive and cyclical in a very in your face way and actually makes tyler’s voice sound a bit higher than it is? and the second chorus has super strong but slow drums that make the whole thing sound like it’s about half time from the verse but it’s not, but it allows you to linger more on ty’s voice. AND THE SYNTH MELODY IN THE SECOND VERSE is beautiful that’s all thanks it’s just such a nice addition and I freaking love how then the other one comes back in but only in the left earphone at first and BOY THE BRIDGE the tapping beat is just so goddamn catchy and perfect and the simple one layer harmony give me LIFEEEEE and his semi-screamed “am i the only one I knoooow” !!!! The. Way. He. Doesn’t. Finish. The. Last. Word. it makes you think that we’ve made it this far but we ain’t finished yet and also tricks you into saying we’ve made it this far because fuck yeah we have and when he stops and you keep saying it it’s like oh yeah shit we have well done us. also it just sounds good. pretty sure that’s more the actual reasoning behind it.

Screen

I’m a normie, this one wasn’t hard: “we’re broken people” cause . . what a goddamn fucking great cry to send up to the sky with your fellow flawed human beings trying to exist despite themselves. I could go into a musical analysis here, too, but this one is so simple and clean and my favourite came to me so immediately that I don’t really want to.

Guns for Hands

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Hometown

This song This SonG THIS song. one of my first loves on bf. it’s occurring to me that maybe I like Bb more than I was aware of? anyway, the layers of vocal in this make me very happy and allowed me to connect to it straight away cause i was like HEy i do something like that sometimes (on a different level obviously). The way he sings the chorus makes me really happy because it’s sort of quite rounded and clipped and then the ‘shadow tilts’ bit is much softer and stretched (not even I know what I’m saying I think). this song always always always makes me think of driving through the desert at night listening to welcome to nightvale and then turning if off and climbing onto the roof and looking at the stars. also of trying to light a fire in the rain without too much shelter. that’s more because I was singing that song to try to keep myself warm at the time. Anyway, favourite lyrics. gotta be multiple ones again. first:

“Be the one, be the one,

To take my soul and make it undone,

Be the one, be the one,

To take me home and show me the sun,

I know, I know,

You can bring the fire, I can bring the bones,

I know, I know,

You’ll make the fire, my bones will make it grow”

I lovelovelove the bones and fire thing. I really really do. Likewise with the notion of making a soul undone. Jesus, tyler. tell me how you come up with this stuff because it’s magic. absolute magic. In a similar vein:

“We don’t know, we don’t know,

How to put back the power in our soul,

We don’t know, we don’t know,

Where to find what once was in our bones”

Souls, bones, fire …… boy knows the imagery-strewn path to my heart

Oh Ms Believer

So I know Tyler said he’d never written a love song really before tear in my heart but I beg to differ. This one and aircatcher. *sing song voice* just saayingggg. Anyway, while there are so very many things I like about this musically, from the isolated, reverbed opening vocals with that tambourine that makes everyone thing of winter because sleigh bells and all that, to the strings making the whole thing melancholy and just so very very pretty without doing that thing that movie soundtracks do when they overuse strings – wait this sentence had a point right? I mean other than how the instruments all echo and sound wintery? ah yeah, so this song is special to me because the instruments and vocals and lyrics work so well in harmony. He quite often has them almost opposing each other - not competing for dominance or anything, but there’s be a distinct and catchy tune playing on a synth and a totally separate vocal melody overlayed on it, and they work together to make a more complex sound, but in this one the way there’s not really a distinct background melody beyond chords means that the voice can echo its way into the corners and crevices of the song, too, like it has a place in every part of the song, and it’s so haunting and beautiful. So what I’m saying is that the vocals and instruments work really well together, and then we get to the lyrics, which AGAIn add to the atmosphere of the whole song because they reinforce the whole 'prettiness’ and coldness that you get in the sounds. like, literally EVERYTHING about this song shouts out ’winter’ except it doesn’t shout it, it whispers it into your sleeping ear while snow falls outside the window, and you get up to take a midnight walk with insufficiently warm clothes but you don’t care about the cold right now. So. favourite lyrics. couple of different ones that most poignantly add to this atmosphere of pretty ice: 1. “Your shaking shoulders prove that it’s colder, Inside your head than the winter of death” this hits me because it makes me think of someone I once knew. she was always cold and her shoulders always jumped out at you. 2. “My nose and feet are running as we start, To travel through snow” I love this part because running noses and feet are …… honestly idk maybe @edyluewho can explain what’s so special about the images because they use them a lot and it hits me right in the gut but I can’t explain why. this lyric is especially perfect in combination with its later counterpart echo though: “Please, take my hand, we’re in foreign land, As we travel through snow, Together we go”. Honestly, just. the story he’s telling. it’s so ethereal and somehow , ! hm idk it takes me back a while into my past and it feels very nostalgic and makes me think of walking across snowy fields and I love that in some ways

Oh, also the sleeper and weeper thing. honestly such a great rhyme and I don’t know why I’m as hung up on it as I am.

Forest

Answered previously

March to the Sea

Answered previously

OKAY i think that was the last of these thank you guys for sticking with me through this and if you want to ask more absolutely do, but now you all know what you’re getting yourselves into when you ask me musical things

Thanks for asking avia you’re a babe 💞💞

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