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borathae · 2 years ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #31 - Moonlit Nights]

“When you have a threesome in a tent and decide to film it.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader x Taehyung

Warnings: dom!Reader, sub!Jungkook, switchy!Taehyung, erotic photography, making of a sextape, threesome in a tent, handjobs, self punishment in the form of cock slapping, oral (f. & m.receiving), 69ning, face sitting, dirty talk, she calls them her pretty boys but also her needy brats, she rides Kook stupid, then they double penetrate her vaginally, it’s so hot fkc, belly bulging, eye contact, so much cum lmao, squirting, frotting, Tae wears a condom though, this is filthy porn

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: I'm actually really gay for her hahshs help. I really fucking missed writing threesomes for them gdi. This was created after weeks of not being able to produce stuff and it felt so good to write again. Enjoy besties this is so horny 😩

There were three things which made the night perfect.

The location.

The food.

The company you spend it with.

Let's start with the easiest of those things. The company. Your awesome husband Jungkook and your shared best friend and part time lover Taehyung. The company couldn’t get any better than this (except for Jimin and Yoongi being present as well, however those two are currently on a summer holiday at the Austria lakes). So it was just you and your two men this time around. Now that summer has come, the three of you wanted to use the warm weather and long days to take your bikes for a ride. The end destination was unknown, but Taehyung wanted to see mountains. So the mountains were your first destination. Grey and tall, they cut through the blue sky. The air smelled different here. Cleaner. You blame it on the thousands of trees growing on the mountains' feet in big patches of forests. You currently find yourself in such a forest. Just five miles away from the main road and down a windy earthen path. Your bikes struggled as they took the path, but you all managed perfectly. The detour was so worth it. It was at the end of the path when you found yourselves next to a small, inhabited lake. It wasn’t even really a lake, more like a very clean and beautiful pond. The water was truly so clean that one could see the ground of the pond.

You also went skinny dipping, whining about the water temperature but giggling like little kids. Taehyung took a few pictures while it happened. You were all very naked in said pictures, finding yourselves in the most peculiar of poses. They weren’t sexual per say, but one could clearly sense that those photographs showed three people sharing a deep connection. You promised each other to never show anyone said pictures and to always keep them a secret between the three of you.

Those pictures happened two hours ago. Your hair has already dried by now and your bellies are filled with the warm vegetable stew Taehyung prepared. It was so delicious that each of you ate two servings. Said stew is empty by now, just as is the can of warm chamomile tea you shared.

The fire was cackling calmingly, illuminating your features and your close surroundings. Around twenty feet from where Jungkook built the fire, your bikes were standing. Taehyung's back is facing them. They cracked and croaked for the first hour as they cooled down in the air, but stopped doing so. Now they are standing silently and only the mixture of the moonlight and the fire lets your eyes know where they were.

Right behind your back, there was a tent. Dark green. Just big enough to house three people and your bags. Taehyung carried it in one bag and built it with the help of you and later Jungkook (who ended up being sent away to gather firewood because he wouldn’t stop nagging). So in the end, you and Taehyung managed to build your house for tonight, high fiving each other in victory.

Behind Jungkook's back the pond is sparkling in the moonlight. It looks calming. Sounds calming too. Tranquility. It surrounds you and soaks your bodies. The forest whispers to you in its inhabitants, but it doesn’t sound scary. Almost as if the little birds and crickets and small animals were here to greet you. The pond also speaks to you, allowing the frogs and insects to say what they wanted to say.

"Did you guys know that frogs scream because they wanna fuck?" it is Taehyung who breaks the comfortable silence, making both you and Jungkook break into quiet cackles.

"No hyung, I didn’t know that", Jungkook chuckles.

"Yeah, it’s true. They scream about how much they wanna mate. So in a sense we're currently listening to frogs screaming about how hard their cocks are or how wet their pussies are."

"Please Taehyung I am begging you, never say this again", you murmur.

"Aren't frogs like asexual?" Jungkook asks, "I read once that they don’t even fuck."

"Course they do. The guy climbs on top of the girl’s back and then when she lays her eggs he fertilises it, but it happens like outside their bodies", Taehyung answers him.

"Aah now I remember, that’s right", Jungkook says and settles back into his resting position. On his back and with his bundled up sleeping bag as his makeshift pillow.

"You guys didn’t just actually have a conversation about frog sex did you?" you say.

"Yeah we did", Taehyung says nonchalantly, returning to his task of taking pictures.

You smile fondly, "well then I don’t wanna stop you guys, but I'm still gonna peace out for the night. A bitch is cold and that bitch is me."

"I'll join you, I’m cold too", Jungkook says, peeling himself off the ground.

"I'll join you later", Taehyung says and stands up, "I wanna take pics of the lake."

"Have fun!" you call after him, watching as he jogs down the small decline.

Then you and Jungkook get inside the tent, ready to snuggle.

It is almost twenty minutes later when the tent opens and Taehyung steps inside. He shivers comfortably at the warm air greeting him. He had gotten terribly chilly already and really appreciates the change in temperature. You and Jungkook have your backs turned to him, giggling. You are wearing matching shirts and he has his arm slung around your waist. Taehyung can't see it, but it is obvious that you and him are watching something.

"That part now, look", Jungkook says.

Taehyung listens.

"Such a good fucking boy."

The voice was Jungkook's, it sounded heavy in arousal.

"Fuck, that went in so easy", you say and giggle.

"Yeah right? It’s so hot cause it's your finger", Jungkook answers you and pecks your cheek.

You and him giggle and draw closer, all while whatever you were looking at was filling the tent with moans of Taehyung.

Taehyung feels himself grow….needy. He knows exactly what you are watching.

"Please fuck me, please."

Taehyung is begging in the recording. A pause then the phrase repeats itself again.

"Please fuck me, please."

You giggle.

"Sorry I had to rewatch it, I love this part."

"Yeah same, the next part is even hotter though", Jungkook agrees.

"Guys?"

You and Jungkook look over your shoulders. The camcorder continues playing the recording.

"Oh? Since when are you back?" you ask Taehyung.

Click.

Taehyung just took a picture of you and Jungkook then lowers his camera.

"Long enough to know what you're doing."

You giggle.

"It's literally so hot. I can’t stop watching it."

Taehyung claims the spot next to you and shimmies closer until his body is touching yours. He looks at the tiny viewfinder of the camcorder.

He knows that scene. His ass is currently struggling with taking the big anal beads. His long fingers are slathered in lube and his skin is glowing pink in the lights.

"That part", Taehyung says and groans, "I literally forgot that I was being filmed."

"You can see that. Look."

Just this moment his hole manages to take the last of the beads.

"Fucking hell hyung, you make me wanna cum", Jungkook growls and in the corner of the movie one can see his fingers wrap around his hard cock.

"Jungkook I can feel them so deep", Taehyung whimpers, reaching to the front.

"Fuck, pull them out again."

And Taehyung obeys.

Jungkook watches the scene unfold with hungry eyes. Taehyung watches with an ache between his legs. You watch with concentrated and utter obsession.

"This part now", you say, squeaking in excitement when Taehyung manages to squeeze the beads out quickly, "oh that’s my favourite. Look at all that lube and how soft your rim looks."

Jungkook chuckles, "it's so cute."

Taehyung looks at your face then at Jungkook's. You both look so calm, entertained yes, but not as completely wrecked as Taehyung feels. Is he really such a needy slut that his own sextape turns him on so much?

You and Jungkook giggle at a part in the video.

"I love that", Jungkook says, pointing at what was happening on screen.

"Yeah, so much", you agree.

"Hey guys uhm…"

Your heads turn to Taehyung.

"Yes Tae?"

"Aren't you like...affected?"

"What do you mean?" you ask him.

"Aren't you like horny?" he whispers.

You and Jungkook chuckle fondly and Taehyung feels stupid for asking. Fuck, he's really a needy slut, isn’t he?

"Of course we are", you say, "I've been casually wet for ten minutes."

"Same", Jungkook reveals his big bulge to Taehyung, "I'm hard as fuck."

“Oh I”, he lowers his eyes, “that’s hot”, he confesses in a whisper.

You and Jungkook exchange a look.

“You know what we should do?” Jungkook asks.

“What?”

“Do it again.”

“Do it again?”

“Document our sex, I mean. Hyung you take some pics of me when ___ plays with me.”

Taehyung gulps, feeling his stomach tingle in arousal.

“Oh? So I get to play with you? That’s hot”, you say, groping his thigh.

"I've been craving you ever since the morning", Jungkook whispers against your neck.

You shiver and turn your head, brushing your lips against his’.

“How much do you want it?”

“So much”, he rasps, gazing at your lips.

“Then say it.”

He smirks. You retort it, moving closer until your nose brushes against his cheek and his face is blurry in your vision.

“Please”, he whispers.

“Please what baby?”

“Please play with me, Mistress”, Jungkook begs gladly. Quite frankly, there is nothing better to him than having to beg for your touch. It’s that thrill of trying harder and harder until finally getting you there. The rush of this win leaves him feeling high on arousal.

“Kiss me first and maybe I will.”

“Mhm baby”, he purrs, kissing your lips once before breaking away and peeling himself off the mattress.

You flip to your back and sit up, watching him with sparkling eyes as he crawls back to you. He plops himself halfway on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as he finally connects his lips with you in a deep kiss. The momentum of his cute attack leaves you falling to your side. Jungkook uses the chance to roll you onto your back and climb on top of you. Knees on each side of your hips and weight resting on top of your crotch. He’s got your face between his hands, pulling you into him to the point where your upper back leaves the mattress.

“Mhhm”, you hum, hooking your arms behind his neck to pull him back down. Your back falls against the softness of your air mattress, Jungkook’s weight shifts from your crotch to your torso. Tits against tits and stomach against stomach while his elbows cage you in and his hips rock back and forth on you.

Taehyung decides to shoot the first pic of the evening. Just two people madly obsessed with each other. He likes how Jungkook’s hands come out on the picture and how your bodies are so close.

“Fuck baby”, Jungkook breaks the kiss, letting his quick breath swirl over your lips.

“Yeah”, you say, outlining his lips with your thumb. You put pressure on them and slip right in.

Jungkook moans, lowering his eyes playfully just as he begins to suck on your thumb with eagerness.

The view is worthy of a picture. Taehyung thinks it’s the hottest view. Your eye contact is intense, showing everyone without a doubt that the two of you are running on nothing but the other. This right here is the proof of your deep connection. Eye contact and lips wrapped around a thumb.

“Good boy”, you praise, “sucking my thumb so well.”

Jungkook furrows his brows, lets a whimper tickle your thumb. He opens his lips, searching for more with an eager tongue.

You give it to him happily, replacing your thumb with two of your fingers instead. Your pointer and middle finger, gliding over his tongue as Jungkook keeps his lips parted and bops his head up and down slowly.

“That’s it, baby”, you encourage him, massaging his tongue.

Click.

A new picture is taken. One of Jungkook’s stretched out tongue as it gets felt up your wet fingers.

“How does it look, Tae?” you ask him.

“So fucking sexy”, Taehyung tells you, “Jungkook’s so pretty like this.”

Jungkook moans, sliding down more.

“Yeah he is. Such a pretty good boy for me.”

“Mistress”, the word is gagged by your fingers, yet clear enough that the entire tent knows just how needy your joined praises get him.

Jungkook’s a slut for praise after all. It lets him know that he’s doing a good job and that his efforts are well appreciated. And Jungkook loves nothing more than that.

You slide your fingers out of his mouth, basking in the needy whine he lets out.

“More”, he begs, licking his lips.

“Mhm”, you say, sticking your fingers into your own mouth to lick them clean.

Jungkook gulps. Taehyung takes a picture of it.

“So good”, you say, “my good boy tastes so sweet for me.”

“Mistress”, he keens, “please”, he begs, opening his mouth for you to stuff.

You stuff him gladly, feeding him your taste while feeling up the back of his tongue. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, his body convulses in a blissed-out gag. You’ve got the right spot. You just have to press down and he shudders in a desperate gag.

“Fuck baby, that’s it”, you praise him, “you sound so pretty when you gag for me. Doesn’t he sound so pretty?”

“Yeah”, Taehyung rasps, placing his hand at the back of Jungkook’s head just to push him down more.

Another gag courses through him, his back arches just as his hips stutter on top of you. An aggressive swirl of breath tickles your face as Jungkook pants through his nose. Your fingers are covered in his spit, it is running down your palm by now.

“Mheeem”, Jungkook makes a sound, breathing speeding up.

You pull his fingers out, leaving him to trip on your hand.

“Ah”, he lets out, “mgm ah.”

“Good boy, that’s it. Go on, take some breaths for me”, you soothe him, watching in delight as he looks so perfectly fucked out already.

“Taehyung”, you call the other man’s attention.

“Yes?”

“Clean me up”, you order, presenting your slick covered hand to him.

“Yes Mistress”, Taehyung follows with an aching cock, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand to his eager lips.

He cleans you up thouroughly, licking and sucking your fingers and palm until the taste of Jungkook is coating his tongue. And while Taehyung is busy cleaning your right hand, you are busy feeling up Jungkook’s pink lips.

His eyes are droopy, yet racing between yours in unbreakable obsession.

“My pretty boy”, you whisper, drawing Jungkook closer to you.

“Mistress, want you so bad”, he pleads.

“Yeah?”

He nods his head, whimpering.

“Want to undress for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jungkook follows like the good boy he is. He takes off his shirt first, having to climb off your lap for his pants. He lies down on his back for them, pulling them off while his legs are lifted.

You pull your hand away from Taehyung, despite the needy whine it forces from his lips. He looks at you with sad eyes, needing you so much longer. Your fingers tasted so good, he is so hungry for them.

“Take a picture Tae”, you order him, rolling onto your side to touch Jungkook’s naked body.

Jungkook drops his legs, spreading them messily. He gasps as you cup his balls with confidence in your touch, moving his hips up in a sensual roll. The touch feels like fireworks on his skin.

“Of, of what?” Taehyung stutters.

“Just what you like seeing”, you say, “just look at him, he’s so pretty all naked for us.”

Jungkook sighs your name, looking at you with a fluttering heart. He feels electric being studied so thoroughly.

Click.

Taehyung wastes no time. He is taking a picture of Jungkook’s semi hard cock and the hand you have around his balls.

You chuckle, meeting his gaze.

“You’re so horny”, you tease him.

“His cock’s so nice”, Taehyung defends himself in a whisper, “I can’t help it.”

"Yeah, it's so pretty", you agree, running your palm up and down slowly, "look at him twitch."

"That's hot, do it again", Taehyung says, readying his camera for the perfect moment where your touch makes Jungkook’s cock throb.

Jungkook feels so dizzy. He is being inspected so thoroughly. You talk about him as if he wasn’t even present. It’s so humiliating to be reduced to his cock. It turns him on so much that he is and that only one finger on his cockhead brings him to the point of an aggressive twitch.

"Adorable. My pretty boy is so reactive", you coo, grabbing his chin without warning to turn his head.

Jungkook mewls, looking up at you with fluttering lids.

"Are you my pretty boy, mhm?" you ask him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

"Yeah", Jungkook croaks. He can hear the click of Taehyung’s camera, knowing that this moment will be on film forever. His submission and your strong grip. Jungkook is aching at the thought that one day he will be able to look at the current moment again.

"Yeah, you are", you praise, finally running your hand up and down his length to help him grow into his last inches.

Jungkook whimpers, tilting his head back only to get forced back into position by your fingers holding his cheeks.

"Don't you dare look away. I want your eyes on me", you order, twisting your hand around his tip with such precision that Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open.

Click.

Taehyung is capturing everything. Jungkook’s throbbing, hard cock. Your punishing hand around it. His thick, muscular thighs tensing and how prominent his lower abs look.

"So sexy", he whispers, reaching out to grab a big portion of Jungkook’s inner thigh.

"Tae", Jungkook moans, eyes going out of focus and legs parting.

You sneak a quick glance down, watching in delight how Taehyung massages Jungkook’s inner thighs in his big hands.

"Do you like that Kook, mhm? Do you like knowing that we both can’t get enough of touching you?"

"Yeah", he whispers, tilting his head back again as a breathy moan shakes his body. His eyes fall closed, his lips part afterwards.

"Tae, pic", you order and the dark haired man follows instantly, taking a picture of Jungkook’s blissed out features.

"Doesn’t he look so good like this?" you ask him.

"So good", Taehyung rasps, placing his hand on Jungkook’s tensing stomach. He runs his hand down to his cock, joining you seconds later.

Now you are jerking off Jungkook’s lower parts while Taehyung makes sure his tip stays sensitive.

Jungkook’s thighs tremble in answer, he throws his hand over his mouth to muffle his loud sounds.

"Ohfuckholyfuck", he gets out, squeezing his eyes closed, "mhngmhmgn", he whimpers, panting through his nose.

You and Taehyung exchange a look. It turns you on so much to share Jungkook’s cock like that. To both have control over how much he shakes. To work together on bringing him close to insanity.

Taehyung falls into the temptation first, stealing a sloppy kiss from you. Licks with his wet tongue then a harsh suck on your lower lip. He tastes like marshmallows and chocolate. Feels like fire. Sounds like heaven.

The kiss breaks with too much spit still stuck to your lips.

"Fuck ___", Taehyung presses out, panting heavily.

"This is driving me insane", you rasp, staring into his half-lidded eyes, "jerking off cock is so hot like this."

"Yeah, so hot. We could make it hotter."

"What you thinking?"

"Take over for me."

You do, letting Taehyung do what he plans on doing. You use two hands to make up for the otherwise lost sensation, staring at Jungkook’s face obsessively. He looks so far gone that you are pretty sure that he didn’t even notice when you and Taehyung kissed.

The latter is currently busy setting up his camcorder, using his bag as a makeshift tripod. He presses record, flipping the screen so you would be able to see yourselves.

"Is it recording?" you ask him.

"Yeah, it's recording" Taehyung says, crawling back to you.

Jungkook looks right into the camera, "fuck", he presses out, rolling his head to the side, "that’s so hot."

"Yeah it's so hot. Now we'll always have proof of how easy it is to get you hard", you say tauntingly, dropping Jungkook's hard cock against his stomach. It slaps against him, makes a heavy sound as it does.

"Ah", Jungkook flinches in reaction, looking up at you with droopy eyes.

"So hard", you say, gripping his cock only to drop it again, "and heavy", yet again you pick it up and drop it, pressing your palm into him once it rests right against his toned abs.

You rub your hand up and down slowly, using the pressure to really stimulate his sensitive spots.

Jungkook reacts accordingly, reaching for you by twisting the front of your shirt and parting his lips in a shocked gasp.

"Yeah that’s right. That feels good, doesn’t it?"

"Yea", Jungkook gets out, having to gulp afterwards. There is so much friction on his cock. Your hand is pressing it right against his stomach and your movements make it rub right between your palm and his skin. Jungkook presses his thighs together before rolling his hips up.

He loves and hates that this needy movement makes you smirk. You look so cocky and powerful right now. Jungkook wants to fucking devote his entire life to you because of it.

"You look so cute", you are mocking him, "kinda wanna smother your cute face."

"Holy fuck", he presses out, widening his eyes.

"What?" you chuckle, "don’t look at me like that."

"Smother me", he rasps, gasping when you press your palm into his balls almost painfully, "please", he croaks.

"Better", you let go of his balls to wrap your skilled fingers around his cock instead, "you know I hate nothing more than impolite boys. Am I right, Taehyung?"

Taehyung, who was busy fucking into his own fist, lifts his head.

"W-what?" he stutters, giving you big puppy eyes.

"You never asked me if you could get naked or touch your cock, did you?"

Taehyung gulps, stopping his movements immediately.

"Sorry", he whispers.

"Safe the sorries, I want actions", you spit, lowering your eyes at him dangerously.

"O-okay?"

The smirk curling at your lips makes both your sweet boys gulp in fearful arousal.

"Show the camera how good you are in punishing yourself and spank your cock for me", you order.

Taehyung presses out a breathy curse, wrapping his shaky fingers around the base of his cock to keep it upright. He lifts his hand only to stop when you speak again.

"Five times. Count. Out loud and clearly."

"You're so hot", Jungkook murmurs, gazing up at you with sparkling eyes.

Taehyung lowers his head, staring at his own cock. He has to press his thighs together in preparation of what he has to do.

"One", he rasps, landing a hard slap on his own cock. It burns, forcing him to jerk up in surprise, "fuck."

"Perfect. Next one."

Taehyung lifts his hand, squeezing the base of his cock.

"Two", he croaks, spanking himself oh so hard and precise. He wants to fucking cry out in reaction but doesn’t, grinding his teeth instead, "three."

He doesn’t wait for the pulsating to stop before he lands the third strike, regretting it instantly. It feels so fucking good that he can feel how his thick vein throbs and he can watch droplets of precum spill from his tip.

"So messy", you notice too, playing with Jungkook’s precum in reaction. Your husband whimpers oh so sweetly, twisting more of your shirt. You are so distracted by Taehyung’s cock that somehow your hand feels even better around his own cock. Messy and oh so strong in its grasp. Every touch feels like fire on Jungkook’s throbbing cock.

"Four", Taehyung actually moans when he lands the second to last spank on his cock, wrapping his fingers around himself just to squeeze his tip. It was an instinctive reaction, one out of pure and dumb need.

"Keep those fingers away", you warn in a growl, punishing poor Jungkook with a harsh tug, the kind which makes his thighs twitch instinctively.

"Sorry", Taehyung apologizes, suffering none of the consequences and watching Jungkook writhe in his state. With burning eyes, he lifts his hand before striking his cock with it harshly.

"Five", he whimpers, gawking at just how well you seem to milk Jungkook. Poor bastard, he thinks, he gets to be punished even if he did nothing wrong. Maybe he is lucky however, Taehyung would love to swap places right now.

"And another one for being a disrespectful brat", you order, sneaking a glance at a whimpering Jungkook.

His eyes are squeezed shut, his lower lip is between his teeth. He is panting through his nose, squeaking in desperation. Oh dear, you think, you completely forgot that you were jerking him off.

You slow down your movements in sync with Taehyung spanking his reddened cock for the sixth time. Jungkook releases a shaky breath, writhing in relief.

"Six", Taehyung chockes out, digging his nails into his own thigh afterwards. The long fingers around his base squeeze so harshly that parts of his cock actually turn white from the pressure. You know that he got close, that the last spank almost pushed him over the edge.

"Good boy. You did well", you praise, "now take a picture for me. I want your cock on film."

"Yes Mistress", Taehyung rasps, scurrying to get his camera. He works clumsily before he finally manages to hold his camera safely. In his other hand he holds his big cock. It’s truly impressive just how good it looks in his hand, both oh so huge and veiny.

Click.

The photograph will make Taehyung blush when he develops it later. His cock looks so swollen and hard that it’s embarassing.

"Good boy. Now touch your cock, you’re allowed to."

"Thank you Mistress, fuck", Taehyung moans, jerkint himself off instantly and with such desperation. He is fast, sloppy, aggressive.

"No cumming though, just saying", you murmur mindlessly as you already turn your attention back to Jungkook.

Taehyung mewls, forcing his hand to slow down. It hurts. He was so ready to make himself cum and now he can’t. He drops his head and whimpers softly, running his left hand up his own torso just so he can hug himself in support. He needs it so bad.

"Now what's wrong with you, sweetie?" you speak softly, caressing Jungkook’s sweaty forehead.

Jungkook sobs quietly as an answer, lifting his heavy head to look at you.

"Do you need a break, love?"

He shakes his head, whimpering just for you, "so close", he gets out.

"Close? Yeah?"

"Yeah", he breathes.

"You know what that means, don’t you?"

He shakes his head, tries to tug you closer to him so he can bury his face between your thighs. He just wants you close. Please.

"You don’t", you say, clicking your tongue, "doesn’t matter. It means, that I have to make you take a break if you want to or not", you say, letting go of his cock.

"No, don’t please", Jungkook begs, tensing in desperation, "pleaseee."

"I'm sorry, I don’t like doing it either."

"Yeah you do, you demon", Jungkook keens, squirming for something to stimulate his cock again.

You chuckle, "you're so right", you grab him by his cheeks roughly, inching closer until your lips were tickling his', "I goddamn love making you squirm for me", you rasp, sending a shiver through Jungkook’s entire body.

He feels drowsy and dizzy, hooking his fingers behind your neck to pull you closer.

"Sit on my fucking face, I’m begging you", he pleads, moaning when this makes you smirk against his lips.

"I thought you'd never ask", you rasp, straightening up so you can undress.

Taehyung stops his movements in surprise, giving you a needy moan. He snatches his camera, snapping a picture of the moment you pull your shirt over your head, exposing your tits in the process. Your pants are taken care off quickly. You were planning to only sleep in panties after all.

Taehyung takes a picture of you now that you are naked, inching closer.

"Nuh-uh", you stop him, "wait your turn."

"Fuck, why?" Taehyung whines, pouting.

You give him a playful smile, "it'll be worth it. Promise."

He huffs out air, sitting back down on his heels.

"Good boy", you praise and then turn to pay all your attention to Jungkook. The latter is mesmerised by your body, gazing at you with blown-out pupils.

"You're so sexy", he whispers.

"I know", you tease, placing your hands on his stomach, "now stay still."

Jungkook welcomes you on top of him gladly, moaning when you choose to sit down differently than he thought you would. He thought you would sit down facing the tent, but instead you sat down so you were facing Taehyung and more importantly, his own cock.

Jungkook almost faints in excitement as he knows exactly what that means. You will give him attention too.

You wiggle your hips above him, giving him a perfect show of your pussy.

"You're so wet", he croaks, feeling hyptnotised by your glistening lips.

"Just for you", you say, lowering yourself just enough to tease him with the idea of oral.

Jungkook mewls, chasing you with his tongue sticking out. He wraps his arms around your thighs, giving them a harsh squeeze. But he doesn’t use his strength. Not yet, not until you give him permission.

"Beg me", you say, looking at him over your shoulder.

He can barely look at you in the position and yet he does.

"Please may I eat your pussy?"

"No, no. Wrong words", you say lifting your hips.

"Can you sit on me?" he blurts out, "please Mistress, wanna be your throne."

You smirk, "that’s the right thing to say. Yes, I can."

You lower yourself, meeting Jungkook in the middle, who pulls you on top of his face and most importantly tongue.

You moan, Jungkook growls. His eyes roll back before falling closed.

"Thank you", his words are mumbled into your pussy with trembling lips and an eager tongue.

"Yes baby", you lull, throwing your head back as Jungkook runs his tongue through your folds. It is wet and hot. He uses nothing more than the tip of it, tensing it in order to really tickle you. And he does. Fuck, he makes you shiver.

His tattooed arms are around your thighs, his big hands are on your ass. Oh so strong, he kneads the flesh, veins bulging and contorting his tattoos into different shapes.

Jungkook tilts your hips, using his hands to part your ass for him.

"Fuck", you whisper, pressing out another curse when he flicks his tongue over your rim. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Jungkook breaks away, moaning deliciously.

"Tastes so good", he lulls, burying his tongue back between your glistening folds. He changes between your pussy and rim, licking eagerly and making your knees wobble from pleasure.

"You're insane Kook, fucking crazy", you croak, falling to your elbows in an attempt to reach his cock, "keep going baby, keep going."

Your lips wrap themselves around his girth naturally, your fingers follow.

Jungkook falters, tensing his thighs in sync with a suck by you. His fingers dig deeper into your ass. His lips once wrapped around your clit, part in a blissful moan.

"Careful please", he begs, abs convulsing under you, “sensitive, c-careful please.”

You just shake your head and sink down further, swallowing around his plump tip.

"Sensitive", Jungkook has to whimper, dimpling the air mattress by throwing his head back. Your pussy lies completely forgotten for now, the warmth of your wet mouth is keeping him captive. His sloppiness earns him a punishment instantly.

You slip off his cock, despite the fact that he is moaning so sweetly for you. He twitches, writhing in despair.

"Please back", he pleads, keening heartbreakingly devastating when you lift your head even more.

"You think I’ll suck your dick for free? You forgot about my pussy."

Jungkook sobs softly, squeezing your ass, "you're so mean. Oh god, just wanna have you."

His begging leaves you cold, perhaps even angry. Such a bratty boy, demanding things he has no right to. You look at Taehyung and the swollen cock between his long fingers

"Come here, puppy", you order to which Taehyung obeys with an eager nod of his head.

He scrambles to get to you, placing himself right in front of you on top of Jungkook’s shins.

"Hands behind your back."

He obeys, holding his hands behind his back whilst looking down at you with big puppy eyes.

"Good boy", you praise, gripping his hips to tug him closer. Once again, it happens naturally that your lips wrap themselves around his big cock, forcing his eyes to widen in surprise. Closer you tug him, gliding his cock down your throat. His frenulum piercing grinds against your tongue, rubbing right against his sensitive spot as well.

"O-oh", Taehyung releases, squeezing his own hands whilst swaying dangerously with a dizzy head. His knees are weak, his thighs are trembling. You are sucking his cock. He expected everything except having your mouth around him, "oh god, Mistress", he keens, head rolling to the side sensually. Eyes closed, lips parted, dark locks hanging into his face and back arched as he tries not to reach to the front. Taehyung is giving the camera the perfect view of how good you get him.

Jungkook, who not only has to watch Taehyung’s features glow up in bliss, but who also has to listen to you gagging and moaning around his cock, becomes jealous. He needs it too, he wants it, craves it, deserves it.

He tightens the grip around your hips and pushes you down on his tongue. He works diligently, obsessively even, frenching your pussy with such eagerness that you feel yourself going cross-eyed for a good second.

"Kook", Taehyung’s cock slips out of your mouth with a moan of your husband's name, "good boy, that’s what I wanted from you."

You take him back inside, finally giving him what he wanted. Jungkook thanks you with a guttural moan and his pouty lips wrapping around your clit. He sucks harshly, licks quickly, kisses devotedly. While you moan and gag around his veiny cock.

Taehyung is still getting a mighty good treatment however. Your hand is wrapped around his big cock, jerking him off quickly. You linger on his piercing each time you meet it, playing with it until Taehyung lets out a whimper and fucks your hand in a needy thrust.

He is staring at you, watching you suck Jungkook’s cock to the point that your cheeks fall in and drool all over his balls and pubes. Every now and then he lets his eyes flit to your hand around his cock, but that always gets too much instantly and ends with him squirming and then looking somewhere else as distraction.

“Fucking delicious”, you rasp, taking Taehyung back inside for a change while you jerk off Jungkook.

Taehyung whimpers, furrowing his brows. Yup, your mouth is better than your hand. Wet and warm and tongue oh so soft. You let his pierced tip hit the back of your throat, swallowing around him to really get his taste. Then you slip off, giving him a sweet, almost taunting smile.

“Just as delicious”, you tell him, scrambling his little brain.

You take Jungkook back inside, wrapping your skilled hand around Taehyung’s sensitive cock. You begin bopping your head up and down quickly in sync with the movements of your hand. Taehyung lets out a loud moan, arching his back while his knees are wobbling.

Jungkook merely presses you closer, smothering himself with your pussy. If he didn’t press you closer, he would probably forget all about you. It feels just way too good. Oh, pleasing you gets so, so hard. He whimpers, forcing his tongue to keep moving. He needs to please you, thank you for treating him so well. Concentrate Jungkook, he thinks, make her feel so good, you can do it. He whimpers as you bring him close, stomach tensing in.

Switching back to Taehyung, you release him of his agony for a while. Your hand runs over his throbbing cock, picking up the beads of precum to ease the slip.

Taehyung slacks, head dropping to the front and hands slipping out of their position. He keens with gritted teeth, fingers gripping a bundle of your hair. He was aware that it would earn him a punishment and yet he still did it.

“Tae”, you warn sternly, giving him a dark look.

Taehyung pouts, “please”, he begs, but you shake your head, abandoning his cock all together to pay full attention to Jungkook.

Hands playing with his balls and mouth fucking his cock stupid. Jungkook is writhing underneath you, thighs restless and mouth becoming way too sloppy in its movements.

“Mistress please”, he breaks away, wheezing for air, “please slow, p-please.”

“Please back”, Taehyung joins the choir of begs, “please Mistress, I’ll be good”, he says, nudging you with his swollen cock.

“Please slow.” “Please back.”

Their begs are filling your ears, making you feel fucking invincible. You slip off of Jungkook with a chuckle, sitting down on his chest whilst propping your hands on his thighs. Their cocks are right there, in front of you and both oh so wet from edging.

“You two are so impatient”, you say, gripping both their cocks to jerk them off slowly.

They sigh for you, bodies writhing in bliss and cocks producing more slippery goodness. Your two men, both at your mercy and so needy for your touch. That is exactly how you like them. Needy and complacent.

“I can’t keep switching between you two just because you’re both too needy to wait your turn. Hear me Tae?”

“Yeah”, he sighs, fucking into your hand, “don’t stop.”

You chuckle, “you didn’t hear a thing I said.”

You shake your head, then sneak a glance at Jungkook over your shoulder. His eyes are closed, his glistening lips parted in pleasure.

“And I can’t go easy on you, just because you’re too much of a sensitive slut, Jungkook”, you say, watching in delight as this makes him furrow his brows and then whimper softly.

You chuckle, flitting your gaze back to their cocks.

“Every tried frotting, mhm?” you ask them.

“No”, Taehyung can barely answer you.

“Want me to change that, mhm?”

He nods his head, bucking his hips into you.

"No, stop. I really want to keep the raw sex between me and you", Jungkook stops the scene.

You look over your shoulder. He is looking at you with serious eyes.

"Of course, that’s what I want to", you say, dropping Taehyung’s cock, "is that okay for you, Tae?"

"Of course, I almost forgot. Sorry Kook, I’ll put a condom on."

And with that he crawls off of Jungkook’s lap to fetch a condom from his bag. He has to lift the camera to get it.

"Give that to me", Jungkook says and so it happens that Taehyung hands him the camcorder.

You turn on Jungkook’s torso, sitting down on his lower stomach for now and running your hands up and down his chest.

Jungkook turns the little screen before guiding the viewfinder to his eyes. He has the camera pointed right at you, filming your face.

"Hey there", you say.

"You're so beautiful", he says, running his hand up and down your stomach, "my beautiful", he whispers, making you smile all so brightly.

Jungkook films it instantly, even going so far as to zoom in on your face.

"Are you zooming in?" you say in a chuckle.

"Yeah, just wanna show everyone how beautiful your smile is", he says, making it grow.

"God Kookie, you’re so cheesy."

"Yeah", he says, capturing the way he cups your cheek for all eternity. Tender and with so much care, "that’s my wife, everyone", he tells the camera, caressing your cheek before he dances his hand down to your neck. Further down to your collarbones and shoulder.

"My fucking beautiful wife", he whispers, "my goddamn life", he adds just as he places his hand on your breast right where your heart is racing and his wedding ring can be oh so close to it, "she's my everything, you know? My ___."

He cups your breast, doing so tenderly. He films it as he does, giving the camera the prettiest view of your chest.

"I love her so much", he continues, dancing his hand down your ribs.

"I love you too, my Kookie", you say, feeling oh so close to tears because of how sweet he is, "I married the best man ever."

Jungkook smiles behind the camera, running his hand down to your lower stomach. He films it, capturing it. He wants it to stay forever. This otherwise fleeting moment burned into a forever memory he can always return to whenever he wants to. And he will. So many times until he knows every second of this tape by memory.

"I can't believe you're mine", he says, drawing a little heart right next to your navel, "all mine."

"All yours", you tell him, moving your hips back and forth on his stomach. The friction feels so nice and warm on your middle. Paired with his touch and loving words and you feel like floating.

He places his hand on your hip, switching the camera right to it to film what you are doing.

"Do you get it? Do you get how wet you’re making me?" you ask him.

"Yeah", Jungkook croaks, grasping the camcorder, "feels so good on my stomach."

"Yeah? Your stomach feels fucking amazing", you say, moaning not only for Jungkook but also the camera.

"Baby, please", he pleads.

"Please what?"

"Just…don’t know. Oh god, I wanna cum."

You chuckle, snatching the camera from him now that he is busy whining. You film him, using the little screen as your guidance.

"You're so needy", you say, cupping his cheek, "look at you though. You look so handsome."

Jungkook can’t look at the camera, not when he flusters so much. He isn’t a guy who easily flusters, but right now he does. Because right now you film him through your eyes. You capture him how you see him and he doesn’t want to mess up right now.

"What the hell, don’t tell me that now", he mumbles.

You giggle, squishing his cheeks, "cute. You're my cutie. God, look at his lips", you are talking to your camera, "so puffy and pink. I'm so goddamn obsessed with them", you rasp, dragging your thumb over them.

Jungkook parts them just enough that you can push your thumb into him. The camera captures it in perfect quality, filming how Jungkook’s lips move around your thumb as you finger his mouth slowly.

"Such a good boy", you praise, zooming out so the rest of his face was visible, "give me those eyes, sweetie. Yes exactly those ones. Oh, I wanna ruin you."

You press down on his tongue, basking in the delight of making him gag and forcing his pretty eyes to widen. You slip free, pressing your spit slickened thumb against his lips in a way that would make them get oh so puffy. You rub rough patterns into him, capturing just how cutely his lips move under your touch.

"My favourite", you whisper, showing it to the camera, "his lips are my favourite. I could kiss them until they’re numb."

Jungkook mewls, looking oh so devastated. He wants to be kissed. He needs it so bad.

Luckily for him, you seem to desire the same, leaning down to kiss him deeply. The camera just kind of lays there for now, filming a random corner of the tent. That quickly changes however, when Taehyung, now wrapped up and so horny, fetches it to focus it on you and Jungkook making out.

He touches himself to the image, filling the audio with his soft sighs and your desperate moans. Taehyung thinks that he has never seen two people who hold each other with such desperation as you and Jungkook do. He finds it quite hilarious because it looks as if you both were scared to lose the other person. Even after years of living together and knowing very well that you won’t lose each other, you still look oh so desperate to never let go.

Taehyung captures how Jungkook’s fingers dig into your back and he captures how you bury your own in his hair. He films how seconds later Jungkook grasps your hips and presses them down against his stomach and how you twist his hair in reaction. He also captures how Jungkook throbs and how much wetter you seem to get because of the kisses.

You pull back when air is sparse and you quite literally have to gasp for it. Taehyung captures how a string of drool still connects your lips before it breaks.

"I want you", you rasp, fucking Jungkook with just your eyes.

"Want you so bad", Jungkook answers you, gripping your butt with his tattooed hands.

"Do it. I'll film it", Taehyung says, earning himself a sneaky look from both you and Jungkook.

"Are you okay with that?" Jungkook makes sure.

"Totally, you guys are so hot. It'll come out great."

You and Jungkook look at each other.

"Just act natural, I'll make sure the movie's nice."

Jungkook runs his hands to your hips, "wanna do it like that?"

"Wanna ride you until you’re shaking, babyboy", you rasp, outlining his lips.

"Damn", he says, gulping.

You smirk, grabbing his chin between two of your fingers.

"Think you can handle that?"

"Yeah, please."

"Please what, babyboy?"

"Please ride me until I'm shaking", he rasps.

You lift your hips, hovering them above his hard cock. You grab him by his base, running his sensitive tip through your soaked folds. Oh so swollen and puffy they hug his cockhead. Taehyung films it, thinking to himself that this view is to die for.

You sink down just enough that his tip breaches you. Jungkook moans loudly, as does Taehyung at the view of your wet pussy swallowing Jungkook oh so easily.

"There we go, you fill me up so well", you praise, "hold my hands, baby."

Jungkook reaches for your hands instantly, propping himself up on his elbows so he can support you as you sink down more and be closer to you in the process.

He had his head lifted once upon a time to watch himself disappear inside you, but has to throw it back with rolling back eyes the moment he bottoms out.

"Fuck", he spits, squeezing your hands in sync with his back arching into you.

"Yeah. Fuck", you agree, "my pussy's so stuffed", you say, showing him by tensing around him. You begin your dance this way. Clenching around him while your hands have a tight hold on him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck", Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, lifting his head only to throw it back again, "fucking fuck."

"Is it good? Like how I fuck you?"

"Love it", he says and groans, "Mistress yes."

"Good boy", you moan, "having such a good cock for me. My perfect toy."

"I'm your toy", he croaks, swelling inside of you in pride.

"That's hot", Taehyung murmurs, doing everything in his power to keep the camera steady. He focuses it right on your middle, capturing how good you fuck Jungkook. How his cock is so hard and throbbing and how your pussy is dripping white cream all over his balls and pubes. How your swollen lips rub against him and how his cock seems to shape you to fit perfectly around him. Taehyung loves that especially. That view of how your pussy looks as Jungkook’s cock slips in and out of it rhythmically.

He can basically feel that sensation, gripping the camcorder tighter because if he didn’t, he would have dropped it and fucked into his own hands instead.

"Hold my hands Kook, hold them so well", you whisper, closing the distance between your faces, "look at me"

Jungkook does, pressing his thighs together upon being so close to you. His eyes are bigger than they normally are, racing between yours obsessively.

"Keep your eyes on mine", you rasp, "keep them right here."

"Baby", Jungkook keens.

"Say my right name."

"Mistress", he barely gets the word out, struggling to keep his eyes open. You fuck him so good. The way your pussy feels around him. Seriously, it’s been years since you and him decided to go raw and yet he still hasn’t gotten used to how good it feels. It will always leave him gasping for air from how wet and warm and goddamn soft your pussy feels.

"That's better. You should try to be polite, it’s what's best for boys like you", you say, doing your signature swirl. You have perfected it over the years, using it regularly to drive Jungkook insane with it while making your own body feel on fire. Truly, you won’t ever grow tired for how good his cock feels inside you. How you can feel every vein and ridge grind against you and how he seems to be curved just perfectly to hit your favourite spots. And he does, oh fucking does. Riding your husband is your ecstasy.

Jungkook moans your name, eyelids fluttering.

"Stay with me, Kook."

Jungkook forces his eyes open, biting his lower lips instead.

"That's better. Wanna look into your eyes. You have such pretty eyes, babyboy."

Jungkook furrows his brows, gurgling out a needy sound.

"Please", follows after the sound, "please, fuck."

"What do you want?"

"Just…don’t stop", he sighs, rolling his head back in sync with his eyes closing

"Are you still with me, Kook?"

"Yeah…" he lulls, showing you a drugged up smile afterwards. His eyes stay closed however, racing behind his lids.

"Then open your eyes."

Jungkook tries, he really tries, but has to accept defeat in the end.

"___, Mistress", he laughs breathily, "fuck I can’t. Feels too good."

His words motivate you like nothing else. You squeeze his hands tighter, using the new leverage to pull your hips up before dropping down again. You do so repeatedly, fucking yourself stupid on his perfect cock.

"Hold me, hold me so good. Don’t let go", you chant.

"I won’t", Jungkook croaks, falling to his back. He keeps holding you, moaning loudly each time you drop down on him.

Taehyung thinks the view is marvelous. Creamy pussy around hard cock. Juices everywhere and wet sounds filling the audio. Your ass jiggling as it lands on Jungkook’s thick thighs, forcing them to shake just as much.

"So hot, it’s so goddamn hot", he groans, feeling mesmerised. He won’t forget this evening for a long time. That much is sure.

He decides to film your faces for a change. Jungkook as he lies there completely blissed out with furrowed brows and his parted lips oh so swollen. And you, pinning him down with a dark look. One you change to Taehyung as you feel him beside you.

The smirk you give the camera makes his knees wobble. You’re so obviously aware of how good you look fucking. You retort your eyes back to Jungkook, gripping him by his chin.

"Open your eyes, toy", you order darkly and Jungkook can’t help but obey.

He notices the camera on him instantly, feeling his sanity slip. He can’t believe that this is getting captured. That there will always be proof of how completely fucked you got him.

"Now look into the camera and tell everyone who fucks you that well."

"Mistress", he croaks, "Mistress fucks me that well. Oh god, ah", Jungkook gets out, struggling afterwards. With everything. Keeping his eyes open, not shaking, keeping quiet. Jungkook is struggling oh so much.

"That's not enough. Say my fucking name."

Jungkook furrows his brows in desperation, eyes filling with tears.

"Say it."

"___", he croaks, lips beginning to tremble, "___ fucks me that well."

"Good boy", you say rewarding him by forcing his jaw apart to stuff his mouth with your fingers.

Jungkook mewls, arching his back. The grip around your hand has faltered ever since you grabbed his chin, now completely breaking apart as he grips your hips in pure desperation. He digs his fingers into your flesh with such strength that you can feel the marks forming deep under your skin. They will feel so tender in the days to come, but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it. Because those sensitive spots mean you've fucked Jungkook just as he deserves to be fucked.

You thrust your fingers in and out of his mouth in sync with the movements of your hips. Jungkook gags and gurgles, moans vibrating against your fingers and chin covered in his drool. His cock is hard, throbbing inside of you aggressively. His thighs are trembling, barely managing to keep pressing together. His stomach so tense that his muscles ache.

"You're getting fucked so good", you taunt, smirking darkly, "all of your little holes. Fucked so well by me."

"Oh my god", Taehyung whispers, earning himself a look from you.

"That's right", you say, "I'm your fucking god."

Jungkook mewls, writhing underneath you. Taehyung almost drops the camera, moaning when you grip his chin and tug him close. Your fingers stay inside Jungkook’s mouth, your hips begin drawing circles for now.

"You haven’t forgotten that, have you? Pretty boy", you rasp, running your thumb over his lips.

"No", Taehyung croaks.

"Then show me and fucking say my name."

"My goddess ___", Taehyung moans, chasing your lips with shaky knees. Truth be told, he is currently filming the mattress. You are just way too hot to concentrate on anything other than you.

"Perfect", you smile, slipping your fingers out of Jungkook’s mouth.

"Goddess ___", he croaks, earning your attention again all to Taehyung's demise who craves your kiss.

"You perfect boy", you praise, grabbing a bundle of his bangs just to tug them back.

"Fuck ___", Taehyung is begging, placing his hand on your lower stomach.

You speed your hips up again, placing your hand on Jungkook’s chest.

"See that? Pretend I'm not even here he told us and now look at him begging", you tell Jungkook, who quite frankly takes in nothing you say. He is too far gone in his heaven. You fuck so fucking good.

"I'm sorry, I can’t anymore. Please", Taehyung tries.

"And what should I do about that? Can’t you see I'm busy fucking Kook?"

"Touch me please."

"Touch yourself."

Taehyung tries, mewling painfully. He trembles, dropping his hard cock to grip your arm instead.

"Please my goddess, it’s not enough."

"Fix the camera first and maybe then we can talk."

Taehyung works quickly, placing the camera back on his bag and giving view to his naked ass seconds later when he crawls back to you and Jungkook.

"Good boy. Now I wanna change positions."

Jungkook peels his eyes open, "what you wanna do?" he asks breathily.

"I wanna lie on you as Taehyung slips inside too."

"Huh?" "What?"

The two men blurt out at the same time.

"Obviously, I’m not gonna miss out on getting DPed", you say nonchalantly.

"Holy fuck ___", Taehyung says, lips parting in shock.

"What he said", Jungkook says.

"Is that a yes from both?"

Taehyung nods his head vigorously.

"I'm so down. What the fuck?" Jungkook agrees.

And so it happens that he helps you climb off his lap and then rest yourself on top of him with your back against his chest and your feet on each side of his thighs. Taehyung crawls on top of Jungkook’s lap watching with blown out pupils as he let his cock disappear in your pussy.

"Fuck baby", Jungkook moans, burying his face in your neck as his arms wrap themselves around you, "so tight, fuck."

"So good", you moan, tensing up when you suddenly feel fingers on your pussy.

Taehyung, now running his long fingers up and down your pussy until landing on your clit.

"Yes", you moan, tilting your head back, "don’t stop."

Taehyung shakes his head even if you can’t see it, getting on his knees to shimmy closer.

He keeps his left hand busy with your pussy, playing with your clit, while his right hand outlines his cock with your stuffed pussy.

"Are you sure?" he checks in one last time.

"So sure. Kook?" you say.

"So sure", Jungkook agrees as well.

Taehyung starts off by rubbing his cockhead up and down the parts of Jungkook’s cock which can't fill you up. He outlines his balls as well, thinking to himself that Jungkook feels so goddamn hard and swollen. Afterwards he runs his tip through your folds, circling your clit with it. You are so soft and hot against him.

"Don't tease", you warn.

Taehyung brings his fingers back to your clit, rubbing her just how you like it. He agrees with you. No more teasing. Not when the thought of sharing your pussy with Jungkook is haunting him. He presses his tip against your entrance and pushes gently.

"Oh", you let out.

Jungkook hugs you tightly, trailing his kisses up to your ear.

"Love you", he whispers, "love you so much."

"Love you…too, fuck Taehyung just do it, don’t hold back."

“Really? It’ll stretch you a lot.”

“Really. Do it.”

Taehyung pushes again finally slipping past the biggest hurdle with the help of his finger. He stuck it into you, easing the slip inside. Now his cock is gliding right into you, tickling his finger while painting utter bliss on your features.

"Holy fuck", you press out, trembling in surprise.

Taehyung slips his finger free, finally allowing his cock to press against Jungkook’s.

"Tae", Jungkook moans, turning his head just to look at the other man. The latter seems just as surprised by the sensation as Jungkook, staring at him with widened eyes. There is so much pressure on their cocks, so much friction and warmth.

"That's insane", he croaks, moving his hips the slightest bit.

You all twitch in surprise, shaking simultaneously.

"What the hell?" you croak, saying what everyone was thinking.

"How are you doing? Too much?" Taehyung makes sure because he has the perfect view of how stuffed you are. And goddamn, are you stuffed and stretched out, pussy hugging both their cocks as if it was meant to do.

"It's fucking incredible. Holy shit, I’m so stuffed", you moan, arching your back.

“That’s so hot, holy shit”, Taehyung rasps, swirling his hips, “is that good?”

“So good”, you and Jungkook say at the same time.

“Yeah? And that?” he asks, wrapping his hands around your legs to lift them and throw them over his shoulders.

“Ah!” you scream out, kicking Taehyung’ back accidentally, "Tae!"

Jungkook wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you steady now that you are truly lying on top of him. Fuck, he loves your weight on him. It cuts off his air just enough that his head is pounding in pleasure.

“How’s that? How’s fucking that?” Taehyung chants, rolling his hips back and forth slowly and going oh so deep in the process.

“I can’t, oh god”, you croak, digging your nails into Jungkook’s lower arm, “don’t stop.”

“Shit, it’s so hot”, Taehyung growls, grinding his teeth in concentration, “so fucking hot.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook agrees, going crossed-eyed behind his closed lids. He can’t do a lot, not when he has to make sure that you don’t fall from his body. So he has to leave all the moving to Taehyung and he is doing an incredible job. Jungkook can feel every inch of Taehyung’s big cock rubbing right against his. His frenulum piercing grinds into him too, forcing bolts of electricity through his frenulum each time he reaches it. And to top it all off, your hot walls are squeezing around their dicks so much, adding pressure to the entire fuck. He can’t believe you are taking two cocks up your pussy.

Jungkook lets his left hand slide down to your lower stomach, feeling for their cocks. He finds them instantly.

“Shit, your belly’s bulging”, he rasps against your ear, “Mistress, your pussy’s so stuffed. I can feel how we move inside you.”

You whimper, reaching behind yourself to twist his hair.

“Is it nice for you?” he asks.

“Ye”, you get out, tensing your toes. You can’t talk right now. You are completely dumb. Nothing but a hole getting fucked. This is insane. You thought that having Jungkook finger you while he fucks you, would prepare you for having two actual dicks up your pussy, but you were wrong. This is a million times more intense, stilling an insatiable hunger inside of you, you didn’t even know you possessed.

“You look so sexy like this”, Taehyung says, gawking at your face obsessively. He is holding your legs safely, fingers leaving nail marks on your skin. He is convinced that he never saw your face contorted so much. You look high, perhaps even completely gone already, “am I doing good, my goddess? Do you like the tempo?”

“Love…it”, you get out, letting your hand slip to your clit. You roll quick circles on it, wailing up in pleasure instantly.

“Oh god so tight”, Jungkook croaks, throwing his head back as best as possible, “I can’t do this for long. Slow Tae, please.”

“I am slow”, Taehyung throws back, “be less sensitive, will you?”

“I can’t, you’re both so good”, Jungkook whines, squeezing your waist oh so tightly while his hand presses into your belly. Like this he forces your swollen g-spot to rub against Taehyung’s cock so intensely that your voice comes out high-pitched and shaky. The pressure around their cocks intensifies, your pussy feels like bursting, your finger in your clit speeds up.

Words cease to exist completely between the three of you, all there is left are the wet sounds of their cocks frotting inside of you and the needy moans you all let out. Not that there is a lot to talk about. This right here is stealing the sanity of all of you. Jungkook because he is beneath you, air flow minimised and cock squeezed tightly. Taehyung because he gets to fuck you, hands kneading your trembling thighs and cock grinding into both of you. And you because you are getting fucked open and stretched out and because quite frankly you are this close to cumming like you have never done before.

“Are you close? You’re throbbing”, Taehyung asks you, making you nod and whimper.

“Shit Mistress, that’s so hot”, Jungkook croaks, pressing his hand closer. He can feel it too. Your pulse is racing in your tummy, your walls are convulsing around him.

Taehyung rolls his hips deeper, grinding his swollen tip over your favourite spot. The knot bursts instantly. You scream up, shaking violently and making Jungkook work hard to hold you safely.

“It’s gonna be fine, it’s okay”, Taehyung soothes you, holding your kicking legs while his hips are stilling. You are clenching so much that moving becomes impossible.

“Move, fucking move”, you croak.

Taehyung follows, moving into you deeply and so slow even if it is so hard and difficult. He is so close. Jungkook too. Both of them trembling.

Your voice cracks, your mouth rips open. You become even tighter, orgasm taking over your entire body.

“Fuck baby, you’re cumming so hard”, Jungkook croaks.

“So fucking hard”, Taehyung agrees, watching with blown-out pupils as your pussy weeps and squirts all over their frotting cocks. She is pulsating so much, looking so swollen and sensitive. And she is. You have no idea what kind of noises leave you or if you are still alive, but holy fuck. You are floating oh so far away.

In your writhing and convulsing, you manage to squeeze their cocks out of you, spilling the last of your pleasure all over Jungkook’s thighs.

“Oh god, back please”, the latter begs, arching his back as best as your weight allows him too.

You can’t hear him and honestly, you won’t be truly present for the next few moments, floating in the fuzzy feel good emotions of your intense high.

Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s cock and squeezes it against his own, moving his big hand around them quickly.

“Hyung”, Jungkook keens, trying and failing to look at Taehyung.

“Relax Kook, hyung’ll make us cum”, Taehyung is struggling with his words, gawking at their cocks in his hand.

“Hyung”, Jungkook sobs, “hyung please.”

“I know Kook, I know feels good. Your cock’s so hard, you close Kook?”

“So close.”

“Not long anymore, hyung’s close too”, Taehyung assures him, speeding up his hand. He is thankful that his fingers are so long and that his hand is so big. Their cocks fit so nicely into his palm that they both get the perfect stimulation.

“Hyung now”, Jungkook squeaks, holding your waist for support, “please hyung.”

“You’re so noisy. That’s so cute. Cum for me, Kook.”

Jungkook wails and breaks, trembling underneath you as he climaxes all over you and Taehyung.

“There we go, fuck you’re cumming all over her pussy”, Taehyung rasps, furrowing his brows, “Kook, I’m…cum-ah”, Taehyung breaks, throwing his head back as his orgasm washes over him. He pumps his condom full of his white cream, fucking into his hand and therefore prolonging Jungkook’s high to the point where the younger man writhes in the agony of being overstimulated.

Taehyung stops fucking when Jungkook is one second away from passing out from overstimulation. He drops their creamed cocks and falls on the mattress belly first.

Jungkook lets go of you, your body slips off of him instantly, landing right between their bodies with your limbs in weird positions.

The camera captures the three of you panting and wheezing for air while your bodies lie limb and lifelessly. The three of you will laugh at that part during the times you rewatch your little movie and you will talk about how close to death each of you felt back then.

“I’m dead”, you whisper.

“Same”, the boys say at the same time.

Taehyung is drooling on the mattress, feeling his heartbeat in his balls. He is seriously spent.

Jungkook somehow manages to roll to his side, draping his arm over your tummy and resting his cheek on your chest. He sighs in happiness.

“I don’t think my pussy’s ever gonna close up again.”

They crack up, peeling their eyes open to exchange a cheeky look before gazing up at you.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, “I hope it doesn’t hurt.”

“I’m good, doesn’t hurt. But I’m so gonna be sore tomorrow, what the hell. I don’t think I want sex for the next days, because phew.”

“I seriously can’t believe you wanted us to DP you”, he says.

“Yeah, I was horny.”

“I’m glad you were”, Taehyung says, rolling his head to the side to give you a goofy grin, “this was so hot.”

“It was”, Jungkook throws in.

“Agreed”, you say, “we’ll have to do this again one day and Kook has to be the one moving while Tae’s underneath me.”

“Totally.”

“I’m so down.”

Jungkook drapes his leg around you and squeezes you softly.

“You smell so good, baby”, he mumbles, smooching your chest.

“You too, Kook.”

“Now who’s gonna be the one turning off the camera?” Taehyung throws in.

“You”, Jungkook says.

“Me? Why me?”

“Cause you’re the closest and it’s your camera.”

Taehyung sends Jungkook a pouty look, “you’re so lazy I swear to god. It’s not like I did the entire fucking and made you cum.”

Jungkook grins boyishly, squishing his cheek into your tit.

“I love you hyung”, he coos, making Taehyung roll his eyes.

You snicker, “gosh you two.”

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“Okay so, let’s go back one more time, ready?” he nods, “Okay, go.”

“Whatever I do, I should not in any way shape or form think that your uncle Elia’s toupe is fake hair, in fact I should compliment the obvious mismatched color from his mustache. If I hear the word cazzo thrown in my direction I should check the person’s expression to see if they are talking bad about me or not. I will be spoken to in Italian, so my words should either be ‘si’, ‘no’ or ‘forse’, then laugh because they won’t be too confused that way.”

Beatrice smiled, adding a checkmark on her note app for each instruction she wrote down to help Rooster when meeting her family, while leaning back on the seat. They were on their way to the hotel, her stomach still squirmed with nerves upon seeing all her relatives in one place, but she was also extremely happy.

Rooster loved her. And that was more than enough to give her comfort. She knew it’d be complicated at first, it’ll be the first time her close -and distant family - will meet Bradley, he will be looked at like and questioned about who he is. They might even ask the origins of his last name since it’s clearly not Italian or Spanish.

“That sounds good.” she says, locking her phone to set it on her lap, inhaling a deep breath “I think we are okay for now.” he takes one of his hands away from the wheel to grab hers, interlacing their fingers together with a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll be fine.” he says, still holding her hand with his eyes on the road, “We will just do our best to enjoy it, okay?” He sees her nodding on his peripheral, smiling before bringing her hand to his lips so he could smack a kiss on the back, “That’s my girl.”

While it was a nice sentiment, she could feel her stomach dropping even more when she saw the large hotel appearing into view. She sighed quietly, pushing herself deeper into the seat while clenching his hand in hers, her leg bouncing with nerves the closer they got. They followed Leo’s advice by coming around lunchtime, knowing they’ll be too busy being loud to notice them arriving, hopefully no one would wander around the lobby when they checked in.

The hotel was huge, an U shaped building with brick walls and a Mediterranean esque aesthetic with beiges and reds. Pine trees as big as the hotel itself adorned the entrance, the whole area reminded Beatrice of the villas her nonna would describe to her when she was younger, back in Sicily.

There was a valet outside who’d take the blue Bronco to a safe parking spot, Rooster hesitantly gave the young man the keys, watching his car be driven off to the hotel’s hidden parking area. She stood beside him, the two of them holding their respective bags of clothes watching the truck disappear from their vision, “It’ll be okay.” she tells him, “You’ll see it tomorrow.”

Rooster sighs, “I’ll still miss it though, I love that car.”

“I know,Roos.” she holds his hand after a while, clenching it for courage, “Well…I guess we should get inside.” her head turns to the large oak doors with engraved leaves, biting her lower lip, “Before I decide to run away after the valet and get the car back.” Beatrice closes her eyes, breathing in and out repeatedly for a couple seconds, before she forces her legs to move. Rooster still has his hand on hers as she leads them inside, the oak doors opening automatically for the two, exposing the lobby for their curious eyes.

The inside was so spacious, following the same Mediterranean aesthetic as the outside, dark colors and marble columns with lavish couches and a tail piano in the left corner. The tiles below their feet formed the figure of an angel holding a harp, surrounded by clouds and a light blue background.

After a few seconds admiring their surroundings, they approached the front desk only to find there was no one there. They look around, trying to find anyone, before Rooster presses the little bell on the counter twice, standing beside Bea with his other hand on her waist. A figure is seen hurrying over from beyond their line of vision, stopping by the other side only to fix their suit and hair, “I apologize,” the man says, clearing his throat, “I hope neither of you waited for too long.”

“No, we just got here.” Bea says, “We are here for the wedding.”

The poor man seemed to give her the most terrified look she’s ever seen, but he just cleared his throat once more, typing something on his computer, “Of course, yes, most of the guests are here…they are…quite a bunch.” if Beatrice focused hard enough she was sure she’d hear her relatives' loud voices coming from the dining area of the hotel “I’ll just need your names.” Beatrice almost felt bad when she told the man, who seemed to be shaky and nervous while typing, looking behind himself to grab a keycard, “There you go. Room 312. Would you like to have your bags taken?”

“No, we don’t have a lot of stuff.”

The poor man sighed in relief, she had a feeling a lot of her relatives brought more stuff than the hotel staff was expecting, “Of course, have a nice stay!”

Beatrice looked down at the keycard then back to Rooster, who just nodded for the two to march towards the elevators. While nearing it, Beatrice heard the voices getting louder and louder, the elevator had a direct hallway that led to the dining area. The glass doors were closed, but not even the frosty texture of the glass could hide the sheer amount of people inside.

She furrowed her eyebrows with worry, looking back at the elevator’s number going down with her lip being chewed on. God she hoped no one would be inside, no one she knew at least. When the doors opened she let out a heavy sigh of relief seeing it was empty, “Oh, thank God.” she said to herself, stepping in with Bradley and leaning against the mirror wall as the doors closed.

He hugs her to his chest, pressing a kiss to her scalp “You okay?”

“I’m nervous as fuck.” she confesses,hugging his waist while pressing her face to his chest, “But…as long as we manage to get in our room, without interruptions we will be fine.” She lifts her head to see the numbers go up until they stop on the third and last floor, peeking her head out once the doors part, Rooster doing the same right above her head, “Okay, we can go.” she says quietly, “Hopefully I won’t share the floors with some people.”

“Are these people the cousins you told me about?”

“Yes, the very ones.” she skims her eyes over every door to check the number, “Adriana,Melinda and Cristina, ugh, I can’t stand them. I know it sounds messed up, but they are the worst, just the worst! No one from my family likes them, we just endure their presence because it’s just…I don’t know, I guess expected.” she stops when she sees the 312 in bronze letters against the door “We’re here.”

She pushes the keycard against the sensor, the red light turns green and she pushes the door open, “Woah…” her aunt really didn’t mess around. Unlike the rest of the hotel, the room had a bit of a modern flair to it, with lighter colors that made the room appear even more spacious than it was.

A queen sized bed with cream colored covers adorned with florentine flowers was tucked on the left side of the room against the wall, the glass shade lamps that were on top of the white side tables close to the bed had tiny flowers on them. The same lamp stood on the opposite corner albeit bigger, next to a desk with a comfortable looking chair and a large dresser. Close to the desk was a round top glass door, large as the room itself that led to a small balcony and on the other wall was a window that followed the same shape.

Rooster whistled low, dropping his duffel bag to the wooden floor to check the balcony doors, opening it to step outside, “Damn, Bea, check the view!” he calls, which promptly makes his girlfriend walk closer to him. They could see the pool area of the hotel, which thankfully had none of her relatives swimming in, but past beyond the pool, where the stone floor became grass they could see the vineyards. It went long past where the eyes could see, but there was a clearing where they both could see a large house.

“That’s where the ceremony will happen.” she points to the clearing past the vineyards, “And the party if I am not wrong. I mean, the whole bottom part of the hotel will be used as the party.” she looked down back where the pool was, seeing glass doors that directed right to it, movement seen from the inside. The dining room was there. Beatrice inhales deeply,rubbing her hands together when she feels the nerves return, so she decides to walk back inside.

Rooster takes his eyes away from the miles of grapevines to look back at Beatrice, who sat down on the bed with her head in her hands. He pushes himself off from the black railing, removing his sunglasses as he enters the room, “Hey.” he calls softly, making the brunette look up at him with worried eyes, “It’ll be okay.” she didn't reply, she furrowed her eyebrows only to look down at her hands clenched between her thighs.

He sits down next to her with a sigh, touching his shoulder with hers gently, “Babe, look at me,” she doesn’t, so he cups her chin to turn her face his way, “Bea, it’ll be okay, we’ll be fine.” he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t nervous himself but he wouldn’t allow his fears to disturb Bea even more, “Don’t you want to let your brother know we’re here?”

“Oh.” she completely forgot, “Oh,I did say I’d do that didn’t I?” he nods, watching her pull out her phone and stare at the screen for a few seconds, the message app open as she stares at it, “What if my dad is nearby when he gets the message? He will blurt it out immediately.” She sends him a look, but Rooster just smiles then nods his head for her to go on.

Bea (12:44)

Leo, we’re here. Do not open this if dad’s nearby!Please.

Her brother’s reply shows up in seconds.

Leo (12:44)

I’m honored you trust me so much. Relax, he’s talking to cousin Lorenzo right now. What room are you guys in?

Bea (12:45)

312. We just got here.

Leo(12:45)

Oh boy, just three rooms down from the Bitch Trio! Lucky you! I’ll meet you guys in a bit, Cyn is taking Bibi on a walk.

Bea (12:46)

Are you serious?? They are on my floor?

Leo (12:47)

Oh they sure are, but they are down in the dining area right now, so you guys will be okay for a while. I’ll let you know when I come up.

Beatrice dropped the phone on her lap, glaring at the little device with a fury it'd definitely melt if she could. She sighs heavily, falling back on the bed with the phone being tossed onto the pillow as she stares up at the ceiling with her jaw clenched, “He’s coming over in a few.” she says, rubbing her face with both hands, pressing her fingers against her eyes with a groan, “I can’t believe they are on my floor.”

Rooster lies down next to her after kicking his shoes off, pulling one of her hands off her eyes, “Your cousins?” she nods, back to glowering at the white colored ceiling, her lips curled down into a scowl he’s never seen her wear before, “What are the chances they’ll bother us?”

“Once they see you?” she sends him a look “Huge.”

Rooster chuckles at her intonation, not being able to help himself, “We’ll be able to take care of them. You’ll see.”

“Yeah…I guess.” she sighs, rolling to her side to bury her face on his neck, which makes him wrap his arms around her, tucking her close to him. She inhales his cologne so she calms herself down, trying to bury the thoughts of her annoying cousins with that scent, with his scent and his warmth and his love.She smiled against his chest, enjoying the sound of the winds outside and the brush of the pine trees against the higher parts of the hotel walls, her relatives’ voices becoming less and less prominent as time went by.

Their reverie however was ceased when there were knocks on their door, Beatrice’s head shooting up immediately. She grabbed her phone to check if Leonardo sent her a message but there was nothing…oh no. What if it wasn't Leonardo behind the door? Her father maybe? Guillermo??

“Bea,I’d like for you to open the door before you-know-who sees me??”

Leo. Oh thank God.

She hurried out of the bed, Rooster sitting up and fixing himself so he’d look decent in front of her brother. Beatrice unlocked the door, her brother giving her a look with his eyes wide, “I’m sorry, you didn’t message me.” She stepped back so he could enter, noticing he was holding a plastic bag in his hands.

“Dad was hovering by when I was about to, I just got out before he asked me things.” he set the plastic bag on the desk, “Got you guys some snacks, if you don’t want to eat it you can put it in the mini freezer.” Leonardo looked up at Bradley when he got closer, giving the pilot a short smile, “So, thrown in the eye of the hurricane huh?”

Rooster smiles wryly, “I’ve been in worse situations.” he says, leaning his lower back against the desk with his hands in his pockets as Beatrice approaches the two, opening the bag to check inside, “I’ll be fine.”

Leonardo arched his eyebrows, “Damn, I wish I had that confidence when talking to my family.” he chuckles, running his fingers through his hair, pulling it into a ponytail by using the elastic band on his wrist “Well, I just wanted to let you guys know that everything will start around six, Bea will have to get down there around five thirty since she’s one of the bridesmaids, so I’ll guide you through Mordor in the meantime.”

Bradley sends a look to Beatrice, smiling at the reference and figuring out where Beatrice got some of her interests from, “Sounds good. Should I meet you or will you come here?”

“Eh, I’ll come here, you will be seen either way.” Leonardo shrugs, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest, “Just don’t freak out, everyone’s eyes will be on you and I don’t want to scare you,” he turns to Bea then, holding up a hand, ‘But dad already knows.”

Beatrice blinks, “What? How??”

“He went to the parking lot to check something and saw Bradley’s car. You know dad is good at identifying vehicles, it’s the only one he hasn’t connected to a friend or a family member.” He offers his sister a weak shrug and Bea sighs heavily, dropping her head forward, “He just walked in with no reaction, if that helps.”

“It…does a little I guess.” she murmurs, mirroring Rooster’s pose by pressing her lower back against the desk, crossing her arms under her bust, “And the others are already here yeah?” Leo nods, “...did you see Gui?”

“How can someone not see Guillermo? That behemoth could be seen from orbit.” her older brother says with a roll of his eyes, “He’s here, he’s just hovering around like a ghost and using the shadows in his favor. He probably already knows you are here too.” but Leonardo sends a look to both of them after looking down at his watch, “Listen I gotta go, Bibi is going to nap soon and I’ll have to be around in case she wakes up…so I’ll come back later.”

Beatrice thanks her brother, walking to open the door for him as Rooster follows close by. She’s surprised to see Leo offer his hand to Rooster in a ‘bro’ handshake as he’d like to call it, not being able to hold back her smile when her boyfriend shook it with the two men bumping together in a hug before Leonardo stepped back onto the hallway.

He looked around for a second, then sent the two a double thumbs up and a small smile, then walked out of view. Beatrice closed the door with a dull slam, pressing her forehead against the wood for a few seconds, “Okay.” she whispers, pushing herself back to look at Bradley, “Okay, we have a plan.”

Rooster wraps his arms around her shoulder to tuck her against his side, dropping his head to kiss her scalp, “We do, we’ll be fine.” he whispers, “Now, what do you want to do until then?”

Beatrice blinks slowly, breathing in deeply, “Honestly…I think a nap could work, after we set our clothes up.” she says, yesterday’s activities and her anxiety this morning tired her out a bit, her body begging for at least a short rest.

He chuckled, “Sure gorgeous.” the two of them walking to their respective bags to pull out the formal outfits they’d wear. He took a glimpse of her dress, a beautiful color that’d look great on her skin as she hung it by the dresser. She took a few seconds admiring his own outfit, a gray two piece suit with a peach colored shirt - amazingly not Hawaiian - with thin white stripes on it.

She couldn’t help but stare, “I thought you only had Hawaiian shirts.” she says with genuine surprise, making him toss his head back in a ‘hah!’ as he sets his shoes right under the hanging outfit,”I’m serious, I had no idea you had other types.”

“I’m a man of many surprises.”

“And many Hawaiian shirts.”

Rooster narrows his eyes playfully, placing his big hand over her face, “Sleep.” he says, her laugh sputtering against his palm, before she hugs him tightly. She yawns softly, with him following close behind,deciding they should finally take their nap since they were done fixing their outfits.

He turns the two of them to the large bed, massive really, bigger than their own combined, watching as she just fell face first on the mattress. Climbing right behind her, he sighed softly when his head touched the comfortable pillow. It didn’t smell like lavender, unfortunately, but it was nice.

“Hey,” he heard her say, her hair tangled in front of her eyes, but her smile was bright, “I love you.”

He’d never get tired of hearing that from her, never. Rooster’s gaze softened, his big hand cupping her cheek, “I love you too, pretty girl.” she made a happy noise, scooting closer to him so her chin was tucked against his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso the best she could while his own held her waist.

He didn’t know how long it took for his own eyes to flutter shut but the rise and fall of Beatrice’s ribs and her even breathing lulled him to a peaceful slumber. They slept for a while, neither of them dreamed but also neither of them let go of one another, even when changing positions they’d be touching the other. His hand on her back when she slept on her stomach, or her arm draped over his hips as he moved to his side.

She had set an alarm for them in case they overslept, which they did, waking up startled when the alarm rang loudly. Bea groaned, turning it off and checking the time, “We should start getting ready, do you want to go first?” she asks, to which Rooster yawns but nods, sitting up on the bed with a grunt, stretching his arms up to the ceiling pushing himself upwards.

Beatrice yawns a bit more, rubbing her eyes with her palm heel, looking over her shoulder as Rooster disappear behind the bathroom door, “Bea!We got a bathtub!” comes his excited, and awake, shout from the closed bathroom. She chuckles, neither of them entered the bathroom when they got there considering they had a bathroom break at a gas station minutes away from the hotel.

“Yeah?” she calls, standing up from the bed to open her bag, picking her makeup and toiletries from the inside.

“Yeah!” his head pokes out of the bathroom door, “It’s huge. I think you could fit like seven people in it.” he was exaggerating of course, but it was pretty big, disappearing back inside “And a nice shower too!”

She hears the water running, shaking her head fondly at how stoked he sounded from the inside of the bathroom. While waiting for her turn, she couldn’t help but tense up when she heard three known voices walking down the hall, the cackling and nasal tones being easy to figure out immediately. The voices got louder, approaching her door and she thought for a moment they’d knock on it, but thankfully they did not.

However she did hear her name being said, then another round of cackling followed, a cackling that got fainter and fainter as they walked away. Beatrice bit her lower lip hard, the triplets were always spoiled little brats, daughters of her aunt Regina who succumbed to their every whim. They always complained about something, someone, somewhere, they lived for gossip and adored pointing other people’s flaws only to add a ‘just saying’ at the end to make it seem there wasn’t anything wrong with it. Being less than charming to her and her brothers’ partners.

They were also thirsty bitches who couldn’t fucking handle a new man into the family, they’d immediately try and figure more about him. They did that when her sisters’ husbands entered the family. She chuckled at the memory of Marina pulling them to the side and pinning them down with her eyes, her sister was always the more hot headed of all of them, snarling down at her cousins to “get the fuck away from her man” or else she’d make sure that their freshly bought teeth would be down their throats.

The triplets stopped messing with Derek, but then started complaining about how Marina was taking too long to have a child of her own to their mother. Which then evolved into a full blown argument between her father and his youngest sister, who didn’t seem to understand why he’d be so upset. She remembered how her dad drove them all home early that night, but he got back on talking with aunt Regina when the week was over.

Blood is thicker than water after all.

They did try the same with Aaron, to which Sabrina clearly wasn’t happy with. Her sister, instead of dealing with the triplets, went to their mother and let her know - in the calmest voice possible - that they were acting oddly around Aaron. Once again, obviously, her aunt took the triplets’ side and brushed it off as them just joking around. Ever since then everyone just chose to ignore them the best they could…but Beatrice wasn’t sure she’d be able to do it.

Bradley was her boyfriend, the man she loved and she was going to defend him if needed be. She’d just…warn her aunt in case anything happened. Hopefully it wouldn’t get to that.

She looked up when the bathroom door opened and he stepped out, now the suit was on his body and he looked so nice. He fixed the shoulders of the coat with a shrug, running his hands down the peach colored fabric of his shirt - the first few buttons undone and showing the golden skin and just a bit of his chest hair - then patting his pants. He met her wandering gaze with a grin, “So?” he holds the jacket open, “How do I look?”

Beatrice blinked, sitting on her knees as a slow smile formed on her face “You look amazing.” she then remembered something he said on Halloween night “You really do look great in a suit.”

Rooster’s cheek dimpled in a cheeky grin, dropping the coat so it’d flap down his torso, “I do don’t I?” he repeats, coming closer to her with the grace of a big cat, almost crawling on top of Beatrice, “I clean up very well.”

She smiles, pressing her lips to his in a quick smack, “You do.” she rolls off the bed however, grabbing her makeup bag,toiletries and the dress, rushing to the bathroom, “I’ll go get ready, if Leo shows up you can go, I’ll lock the room.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,I’ll take a while to get ready, Roos.” she says while putting her things on the sink, wow that was a big bathtub, before walking out to kiss his lips. He hums happily, tugging her closer to himself, his cologne invading her nose as a smile formed over her lips, “I’ll see you downstairs, okay?” she says once they break apart.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a little smirk, “Okay.” he holds her hand for a second, hesitating on letting go until she was already inside the bathroom. He dropped his arm to his side, watching the door close and lock, before he heaved out a breath. He walked to the balcony, leaning his weight over the railing to check the outside.

It was nearing nighttime now, the structure in the distance lighting up as he saw groups of people walking out of the hotel. That’s a whole lot of people, Beatrice wasn’t kidding when she said her family was big. Rooster inhaled deeply, closing his eyes to give himself a pep talk.

He’d be fine. He just had to be himself and not mess up.

The knock on the door makes him look over his shoulder, walking back into the room after closing the balcony’s doors. He pressed the keycard to the little sensor, unlocking the door and opening it to reveal Leonardo outside. His attire wasn’t that different from Rooster’s: a light colored suit with a patterned shirt, but this one had tiny guitars on it and was a dark blue color, “Hey, you ready?”

“Yeah, as ready as I could be.” he replies, setting the keycard on the desk where Bea could find it, stepping out on the hallway as the door locks automatically. He huffs a breath, seeing people coming out of the rooms on the far end of the hall, fixing his suit jacket one more time, “Okay.”

“Alright, follow me.” but instead of going to the elevators, Leonardo takes him to the flight of stairs on the opposite side, “ The elevators will be packed, this is a lot faster amazingly.” he explains, the two men going down the steps where Rooster hears the constant talking coming from the floors below. Some others had the same idea of Leo, going down the stairs and staring when Bradley walked past them, muttering to themselves.

Reaching the lobby, he sees the whole bulk of Beatrice’s family going out through the sliding doors that led to the pool. Some of them followed the social casual suggestion Beatrice's aunt gave them, while others looked like they were ready to go to the opera or to a fancy ball. He tried to keep his eyes on Leonardo, but he couldn't help the fleeting looks he’d send to the people around him, even meeting some of the guest’s eyes since they were already staring at him.

“Alright, now we walk through the vineyards.” Leo points ahead, “There’s a few pathways that lead to the clearing. We just gotta choose the one that looks empty.” Beatrice’s brother looks over his shoulder when he sees the Bitch Trio is in the crowd already, “Pick up the step.”

Bradley doesn’t even question, he does as Leonardo says without looking back. He has never entered a vineyard before and he’s amazed at the trelices surrounding him when they enter the path with less people. The grapes were full and ripe, going from rich maroon to deep purple, some smaller than the others, but the smell was incredible.

Since they were the only ones in this path, Bradley chose to ask Leonardo a few things, “Can I ask you something?” Leo hums, much like Beatrice does “What does your aunt do, exactly? Bea never told me.”

“Ah well.” he chuckles and gestures to the vineyard around them, “This.” Bradley furrows his eyebrows “She owns this vineyard. And the hotel.”

“...no way.”

“Oh way,” Leonardo laughs, “Well, her and uncle Sebastian own the winery.While our cousins Luna and David take care of the hotel. They had this place for years, they first had the winery -which is where we are going to have the celebration - and then built the hotel.”

Bradley looks back at the large U shaped hotel with amazement, “But, Bea said your aunt is a bit of a uh–”

“Hippie? Flower child? A free spirit? A witch?” Leonardo adds, still laughing, “She is, but she’s also an amazing businesswoman. She knows more about money than anyone else in the family, she built this from scratch and no one really believed it’d work.” The winery gets bigger the closer they get to it, the voices getting louder as well, “But now she’s won I don’t know how many prizes worldwide by having good quality wine at a low price.”

They stepped out of the vineyard onto the clearing, where people were taking their seats on their respective chairs. There were so many people he thought he got dizzy from looking so much. The white carpet runner stood out from the grassy ground, creating an aisle that led to large trees in the distance with branches that conjoined almost as if it was a hug. There were fairy lights hanging from the branches and on the wooden poles that surrounded the seating area, colorful flower arrangements adorning the back chairs.

“Come on, you are sitting with us.” Leonardo says, walking around the chairs towards the third line. Rooster looked up briefly, meeting the eyes of some of the guests, but especially a man with graying black hair who stopped fixing his tie to stare him down. Leonardo looked in the same direction, “Ah, yeah, that’s our dad. He’s walking our aunt down the aisle so don’t worry about it too much.”

Rooster tried to fight back the chill going down his spine when he met Beatrice’s father's unreadable gaze, but the older man just moved his head away to go back to chatting with the relatives around him. Leonardo stopped at a row, where a blonde woman seated by the final chairs smiled at them, “Finally.” she stood up to her feet, lifting the ends of her light green dress, “Took you guys long enough.”

“We had to take the scenic route.” Leonardo looks back at Bradley, “My wife Cynthia.”

“Hi, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Cynthia smiles, shaking his hand, “Bibi told us so much about you.”

Rooster chuckles, “Oh, she did huh?” He drops his hand after Cynthia is done shaking it, following the couple through the line of chairs to sit down next to Leonardo and his wife, trying to not look behind himself but definitely feeling eyes on the back of his head already. Since the three of them are on the inner side of the group of chairs, Brad had a good view of his surroundings.

More people seated to his left, the one closest to him was a man in his mid forties with the same characteristics of both Beatrice and Leonardo. Light green eyes moved his way, the stubble on the man’s cheeks seemed to sharpen his already high cheekbones, “Ah, finally we meet.” his voice is deeper than Leonardo’s but there’s no malice in it, “You are Bea’s boyfriend are you not?” Rooster nods, the other man’s large hand coming into view, “Michael, the best brother. Nice to meet you.”

Rooster shakes his hand firmly, giving him a smile, “Bradley,nice to meet you too.”

Michael’s hair was wavy but shared the same chestnut color and length with Leonardo’s, part of his hair held up in a half bun with some graying by the temples, his suit a dark blue with a white and yellow floral shirt underneath. There was a tattoo on his throat, apparently a dragon and Bradley noticed his nose was deformed, like when you get beaten on the face several times alongside a scar that cut diagonally on the right eyebrow touching his upper eyelid.

“The best brother?” Leonardo’s voice comes from behind Rooster, “Since when?”

“I am the best looking one.” Michael says with a smile, “So therefore, I’m the best brother. Don’t listen to him, he knows nothing.” he says, the back of his hand hitting Rooster on the chest in what he could assume was a casual bump,but the pilot held back a cough at the impact. Michael, like Guillermo, was taller than he was and clearly bigger than he was too.

He was used to being one of the tallest in the room, he is a bit unsure how to react with having someone else tower over him. Especially when he saw a massive body moving to the second row of chairs that made him tense up, his eyes meeting Guillermo’s as he stepped aside to let a shorter woman and a group of teenagers walk in first - his family no doubt. They stared at each other for a while and to his surprise, Guillermo nodded in his direction as a greeting which made Bradley repeat the motion.

It wasn’t a handshake, but it was a start.

Michael watched with interest, “I think I saw a smile,” he begins, “Or he’s constipated. Either way, not bad.” he smirks, leaning back onto his chair with his legs crossed by the ankle. Rooster laughed quietly, relaxing his shoulders just a bit and in turn making the other brother chuckle, “Nervous huh?”

“I’m only human.”

“Yeah…you drink?”

Rooster looks back at Michael who had his arms crossed over his broad chest, “I do, yeah.”

“Ever had grappa?” the pilot shakes his head negatively, making a smile spread over Michael’s mouth, “Ohoho, nice. You’ll drink a lot of it tonight.”

Amazingly, talking with Michael and Leonardo wasn’t bad, they were actually helping him loosen up a little. Even if he sometimes could feel Guillermo’s eyes on him from his own seat, he wasn’t as tense as before. He dragged his eyes to the groom, Sebastian, a man much shorter than everyone else with a receding red haired hairline and freckles, skinny as a twig. Michael told him that his aunt Martha and Sebastian were married on paper ever since 1981 and they decided to have this ceremony after they both turned sixty-five.

That was the age that Bea’s father shared with his twin sister. Now, he was a bit far from Bradley but there was no way he’d consider the man to be older than fifty, especially with that amount of hair. He wondered if it was like Mav who looked the same as he remembered when he was much younger.

Time passed fast, enough for them to rise and watch as the flower girls walked in. He had no idea who the first two were, but he knew Bianca. With her poofy light blue dress and the flower crown on her head, she looked like a little pixie without wings. Unlike the first two girls who seemed almost shy, Bianca was twirling and tossing flower petals in the air, grabbing a handful and letting it go with a loud ‘Ya!’.

Cynthia was filming her daughter with a smile, while Leonardo looked extremely proud, “Hi mommy! Hi daddy!’ she says as she walks past them, waving happily “Hi uncle Mikey! Hi Prince Rooster!” Bradley’s cheeks heat up, the eyes return to him when she says hello but he couldn’t help but smile, returning her wave with one of his own. He did straighten up when he saw the bridesmaids approaching alongside the groomsmen.

The groomsmen went in first, a mix and match of younger and older gentlemen wearing white shirts with green suspenders, a large pink flower on their breast pocket. But the bridesmaids, that was a completely different story. The dresses were all shades of peach or light yellow with bell sleeves, a low cut that dipped down to the sternum and slits on both sides of their thighs - but not high enough to be scandalous.

On top of every bridesmaid’s head were flower crowns, the flower shades went from dark wine colored to mustard yellow, tiny white flowers with dark green leaves mixed in between them. But he wasn’t really caring much about the outfits, unless it was Beatrice wearing. “Holy shit.” was his quiet response when he saw the brunette walk by. She sent a look his way when she heard his voice and smiled sweetly, the make up she was wearing was nothing fancy so it showed the red of her cheeks.

His head turned, following her until she walked up with the other bridesmaids, her short haired sister sending a look towards him before she neared closer to Beatrice’s ear. His girlfriend just blushed harder, giving her older sister a subtle whack on the arm with the back of her hand.

Rooster swears he tried to look back to where the bride was, he did, but his eyes kept going back to Beatrice looking even more stunning than she already was. He should probably thank her aunt for choosing the dress, his eyes dropping to the slit on both thighs and to the low cut that showed her cleavage. When he turned his eyes back to her aunt, he was surprised to see her giving him a look with a little smile, then shaking her brother’s arm as they walked down the aisle.

He doesn’t know what that meant, that little shake, but he couldn’t help but feel like Bea’s aunt was trying to help it out with her dad. Beatrice’s father turned his eyes briefly from the aisle to where Bradley stood, his light brown eyes appearing darker behind his glasses lenses, but he showed no reaction.

When they sat down and the ceremony began, he felt a tiny hand touch his. He looked to his right, seeing Bianca was seated on Leonardo’s lap and was reaching for his hand. Rooster blinked with a smile, turning his palm up for her to see. Bianca smiled, the little fist she had hidden behind her back appeared and she placed a blue colored stone on it “For you.” she whispered, “It’s magical.”

Rooster looked down at the round stone, chuckling quietly, “Thank you,I’ll keep it safe.” His response was enough for the five years old to grin and swing her legs on her father’s lap, busying herself with a flower petal that got stuck on the tulle fabric of her dress, clearly not caring about the ceremony nor the priest talking.

He slipped the stone inside his breast pocket, leaning back on his seat with his eyes already on Beatrice. She turned her gaze to the crowd from her seat next to the other bridesmaids, trying to hold back her smile when she saw him looking already, biting her lower lip to change her focus back to the bride and groom. Michael noticed the exchange but said nothing, just pursed his lips with a smile of his own, leaning back on his seat with his elbow over the chair’s top rail.

The ceremony was beautiful and honestly very charming to watch. The crowd clapped and cheered when the couple finally kissed, Bea’s aunt picking her husband from the floor since she was much taller than he was but he didn’t seem to care. As she puts him down, she tells the crowd to walk up to the winery where the party would happen, disappearing with her husband on the opposite side to change out of her long white dress.

Rooster and the others stood up, walking out of the chairs to where they could step on grass, waiting for the bridesmaids to come down. Beatrice smiled brightly when she got closer, “Hi,” she says, removing the flower crown from her head and fixing her hair, “How was it?”

“It was really nice,” he says, plucking a tiny leaf sticking to her forehead, flicking it aside, “You look beautiful.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flushed once more, but she smiled while taking his hand. Both her brothers were looking their way, with Bianca wriggling on Leonardo’s arms “I wanna go with auntie!” she announces, letting out a triumphant squeal when Leonardo finally puts her down. She rushed over, shoes no longer on her feet, latching her hand to Beatrice’s free one.

“Okay,” Leonardo says, “I’m hurt but I’ll live. We should go to the party, get our seats.”

Leonardo and Cynthia walk ahead, with Michael leisurely following behind with his hands in his pockets. Meanwhile, Beatrice, Rooster and Bianca follow the three out of the clearing and onto a stony path that led to the winery. The fairy lights continued as they walked up, the wooden poles now adorned with the same flowers from the bridesmaids crowns at the bottom.

The winery itself wasn’t huge, but followed the same Villa aesthetics from before with reds and beiges as well as pine trees like the hotel. The stony path turned into a large patio with several tables, a stage on the further corner where a DJ was setting up the playlist for the night as waiters walked by. Each table had the same flower arrangement, a bottle of wine and a glass bottle of water, the mustard-maroon color theme continued on the tablecloth and napkins.

Bianca tugged at her aunt with as much force as a five year old could drag both a twenty nine years old woman and a thirty six years old man, which wasn’t a lot, trying to get to their table. She gave up after a while, allowing her aunt to take her instead, picking her up and placing her on the soft chair, with her niece squealing happily.

Beatrice looked up at Rooster when he pulled the chair for her, “Thank you,Roos.” He just smiles, watching her sit down before he does the same next to her. Michael sits on Rooster’s right while Leonardo and Cynthia sit to Bea’s, next to where their daughter was. With most of the guests already seated, all they had to do now was wait.

But Bea’s eyes stopped at her father, who was not too far from them, talking to her uncles Roberto and Elia. She still wasn’t able to figure out a reaction out of him, but she did see how he’d move his gaze to their table every once in a while. She gave him a small smile, even if her insides churned with nerves, surprising herself when he smiled back for a millisecond.

She moved her gaze around, seeing her sisters on another table and then the Bitch Trio who was already looking their way. The three women were clearly staring at Bradley, trying to get some type of eye contact from the pilot but without success. Beatrice’s body warmed with fury, her hand immediately clasping around his under the table, interlacing their fingers together. Rooster was talking to Michael but he immediately squeezed her hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her knuckles.

Beatrice’s shoulders relaxed, her eyes lifting to meet the triplets in a silent warning. She hadn’t moved her gaze away until they did, rolling their eyes and laughing to each other. The brunette bit her lower lip hard, holding back a curse she’d thrown their way, choosing to instead take a large gulp of water so she wouldn’t let it past her lips.

As the night went by, Beatrice couldn’t help but smile when she noticed how her brothers were getting along with Rooster. Sure, neither of them were part of the Navy or any sort of military, but their personalities just worked surprisingly well. They were all sharing weird stories of their own childhoods, even if Bradley wasn’t specific with his own, of their own troublemaking years.

She brought the wine glass to her lips with a smile, watching Michael gesture wildly with his own glass as he recalled the time they all went to Sicily and they were stuck on the cable car over Mt.Etna for fifteen minutes, with Leonardo thinking they’d all die, “Little Bitty was probably five at the time.”

Rooster furrowed his eyebrows, “Little bitty?”

“Yeah, that’s Beatrice’s nickname.” Leonardo smiles, “We’ve been calling her that since she was born.”

Bradley turned his head to face her, “You never told me that it was your nickname.” Beatrice just shrugs with a tiny smile on her face, “It’s really cute.”

Bea rolled her eyes, cutting a piece of the roasted vegetables in her plate, bringing it up to her mouth, “She was a tiny baby,” Michael explains, even if his eyes somber a little, “So our dad thought it’d be fitting to call her that.”

Rooster noticed how the three siblings shared a sad glance with one another, but it was soon covered up by smiles as Michael recalled some other story from their childhood. They continue their chat without issues, but Michael’s light green eyes looked over his shoulder to where he could hear the cacophony of Italian coming from behind, “Come on, you gotta meet our cousins.” he tells Bradley after chugging the last drops of wine and standing to his feet, “Come on Leo, you too.”

Rooster sent Beatrice a look, but she just nodded with a smile. “I’ll be right back.” he says, pecking her lips quickly, doing that for the first time since they got to the wedding party. He fixed himself the best he could before walking with Michael and Leonardo to a group of men laughing amongst each other.

Cynthia,Beatrice and Bianca were left alone, with his brother’s wife sending her sister in law a look,”He’s crazy for you.” she begins, “You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you when you were with Martha.”

“I’m crazy for him too, Cyn,” she confesses with a smile, “I just want people to like him, you know? He’s so wonderful.”

“Well, the boys like him already.” Cynthia says, nodding in the direction of the group of men not too far from where they sat “I think that’s a good start.”

And indeed it was a good start.

One of Beatrice’s Italian cousins, an aviator for the Italian Navy called Umberto, took great interest in Rooster’s own experience. And Rooster was happy to share some information with him, the two men immediately getting along with their stories of deployment. Umberto’s thick Italian accent didn’t deter the chatting, the other male cousins joining in soon after.

“I feel weird standing here,” Michael says when the two aviators are in deep conversation, but he’s grinning, “It’s like watching the popular kids talk.”

“Yeah,” Leonardo chuckles, watching Rooster and Umberto share a laugh at something that clearly was Navy related, “I mean, it’s still cool, right?” he looks back to where their little sister sat, sipping on her wine, “She looks happy.”

Michael turns his gaze to Beatrice as well, with a little smile, “She does. He isn’t a bad guy. I like him.”

“She’s worried Guillermo or dad won’t like him.” Michael rolls his eyes, digging his hands in his dark blue pants pockets “I mean, you know how they are.”

“Fuck’s sake, she’s almost thirty.” Michael hisses quietly to his younger brother, looking to where Guillermo was seated with his wife, “They keep doing this shit, she’s just going to back away from them more and more. Guillermo isn’t dad, and dad isn’t going to bring back younger Beatrice into this life…I know why he does it, but he should really give her a chance to live her life.”

“Yeah,I know.”

Michael tsks, “Enough chit chatting!” he swings his arm over Bradley’s shoulders, breaking the conversation between him and Umberto, “My dear cousins, did you know Bradley never had grappa?” The men surrounding them gasped and then laughed, some of them even clapping their hands “I think he needs to try at least once.”

It’s another cousin, Bruno, that runs towards the bar and grabs a bottle of grappa from the bartender before the man could stop him, alongside shot glasses before he rushes back, “Drink!”

The commotion from the male cousins calls Guillermo’s attention, who stands up from his table to walk silently towards the group. He shouldn’t be surprised they are all in a circle drinking grappa, nor that it was Bruno who held the bottle refilling everyone’s glass. His eyes move to Bradley who is laughing and tossing the shot back while making a face.

Another presence stands besides him, he looks down to see his father close by, “Go back to your seat, Guillermo.” his oldest son furrows his eyebrows, “They are drinking, you do not drink, there’s no reason for you to stay.”

“But, papá–” his father just gives him a look that shuts him up, the larger man frowning but backing away to his seat. Rafael takes his son’s place, his suit jacket no longer on his shoulders, his light blue dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he got closer,casually, with his hands in his pockets.

His nephews and sons were already ruffling Bradley’s hair and laughing with him, which made a little smile form on his face. He clears his throat once, the laughing dies down immediately, the group of over ten men get immediately quiet, “I hate to break the fun,” he pulls one of his hands out of his pockets, “But I’d like to speak with Bradley. Alone.”

Michael who still had his arm around Bradley’s shoulders slowly backs away, Leonardo gives the pilot a weak smile and an even weaker thumbs up. Bradley looks up to where Beatrice’s father was, fixing his suit and his hair. The cousins parted like the Red Sea for Rafael to pass through, giving Bradley a nod back towards the vineyards, “Walk with me, Bradley.”

“Yes, sir.” he says without missing a beat, the honorific making Rafael look at him with amusement as the younger man follows him away from the party and towards the vineyards. They walk for a few minutes until they are distant enough, the wind making the thick mane of black hair on Rafael’s head move periodically.

Rafael stops in front of Bradley, his hands no longer in his pockets as his arms are crossed over his chest, then turns around, “So,” he begins,”How do you like the party?”

“It’s very nice, sir.” he says, “I am enjoying it a lot

.”

Rafael hums, dropping his head to look at his shoes then back up, “Good, good. I am glad you are…but that’s not why I brought you here and I think you know that.” Rooster inhaled sharply but nodded his head, “...I want to know what your intentions are with my daughter.” He said firmly, the glasses he wore hiding his eyes from Bradley’s view since they were far away from light that wasn’t the moon.

Rooster licked his lips, the taste of grappa still lingers, but he’s sober enough to answer, “I want to make her happy, Mr.Schiavoni.” He says honestly, watching the older man’s shoulders tense up, “She means a lot to me.”

“She means a lot to me too, ragazzo.” he says with his arms still crossed, “More than you could ever imagine.” Rooster clenched his jaw, feeling the subtle threat underneath Beatrice’s father’s words as the two stood in front of each other with the party music pumping in the distance.

“I know, sir.” Bradley says in a quiet voice, “I’d never hurt her.”

“Her other boyfriend said the same thing.” Rafael spits it out with venom, his nostril curling with disgust, “You are an aviator, no? You get deployed, you are sent away from my tesoro. How will I be sure you won’t hurt her the same way? Hm?”

Rooster’s eyebrows crinkled in offense, his fists clenched by his sides as he tried to come up with a reply that wouldn’t unnerve the older man. If he messed up with her dad, he doesn’t think only her cousins’ support would help him out. “I don’t have any reason to do that. No matter if I was deployed or not.” her father just looks at him with his eyes narrowed, “She didn’t deserve what she went through.”

“No. She did not.” Rafael says with a heavy toned voice, placing his hands on his hips as he looks up at the moon, “You met her at this bar she works with, this…Hard Deck, did you think she was an easy catch?” Bradley’s head recoils in surprise, his eyes widening, “Because she was a new girl there?’

“I did not think she was an easy catch, Mr. Schiavoni. I didn’t see Beatrice as a catch, she’s not an object to be caught.” he couldn’t help but grit out the words, anger bubbling inside of him, “I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” woman, not girl, words that definitely made Rafael’s body freeze up, “...I am not a guy that sleeps around, Mr.Schiavoni, I don’t flirt with people, my relationships were short lived and never felt as strongly as I feel for Beatrice.” he pauses, “I love her, Mr.Schiavoni.”

Her father snaps his head in his direction, “Do not be ridiculous, it’s been three months you’ve been together.”

“I’m not lying about my feelings.” Bradley says without breaking eye contact, “I love her. If you want to believe it or not, that’s on you. But I’d never lie about that.”

Rafael keeps on staring, his chest heaving with nerves after Rooster’s words. He looks down at his shoes for a couple seconds, curling his lips into his mouth as he shuts his eyes with a sigh. Rooster stays where he was, digging his hands inside his pockets as he looks up at the winery, letting out a quiet breath to calm himself, looking at the older man when he chuckles, “It is funny,” Rafael begins, rubbing his forehead with the tips of his fingers “Because my sister said the same thing…that you loved her and she loved you and I should just accept it. But it’s not easy.”

Rooster stays silent as he continues “Do you know why her nickname is Little Bitty?” the pilot shakes his head negatively, “When my wife got pregnant with Beatrice we were both in our forties. She was a welcome surprise, but the doctors were worried…she was born at seven months old. God, we were so scared, there were so many tubes– I’ve never been so scared in my life watching her in that incubator…” he then smiles fondly, “I remember, one day, that Little Bitty Pretty One by Thurston Harris started playing over the speakers and like a miracle, I saw her react and move…she spent two months in that incubator before we took her home.”

Now Rooster could understand the overprotectiveness around Beatrice, the refusal to see her as a grown woman. It was fear of what happened twenty nine years ago. He wouldn’t know if he wouldn’t be the same if it was his own child, “I had no idea.” he says, approaching the older man, looking towards the vineyards that went for miles. They watched the leaves move with the soft breeze in silence before Rafael spoke again.

“When she looks at you, her eyes shine,” the older man says with his eyes on the horizon, “I haven’t seen her like that in years.”

Bradley’s cheeks heat up, but he smiles, “She shines alright. She’s like a star.” he murmurs, not seeing how Rafael’s gaze softened when he turned to look at the young pilot. Maybe his sister was right, maybe he should give this ragazzo a chance.

“She does.” Rafael says, “And if you know that, then…you can’t be all that bad.” Rooster faces the other man, who claps Bradley on the shoulder twice. “I appreciate your honesty, ragazzo…and well, welcome.”

Rooster could barely believe it, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in relief, looking at the man with wide eyes, “Thank you, Mr.Schiavoni.”

“No, no you can call me Rafael.” he chuckles, “Mr.Schiavoni was my father….now, before we go back, Beatrice told me you could play the piano?”

“Why did you let him and dad go?!”

Leonardo and Michael recoiled in surprise when they got back to the table, Beatrice had seen the whole endeavor between her father and Brad before they walked away from the party. She’s been bubbling with nerves ever since then, Marina and Sabrina sitting down next to her when they noticed their little sister’s expression. “What did you suggest we did?” Michael exclaimed, shrugging “Held him back?”

Beatrice groaned, “They’ve been gone for ten minutes already,” she whispers, pressing her palm heels to her forehead, “I’m going after them, there has to–”

But Sabrina holds her arm,”No, let’s go to a bathroom break,” she nods to Marina so she’d come along, the three of them leading Beatrice to inside the winery. Her sisters on each side of her, dragged her to the bathroom and Marina closed the door behind them.

“Okay, okay,breathe Bea,” Sabrina said, wetting her hands to rub her cool palms on her neck, cupping her little sister’s neck as she closed her eyes, “It’s okay, hey, it’s okay.”

“Dad is going to scare him off.” she murmured in a quiet voice as Marina stood by her other side, “I don’t want to lose him. I love him.” The two oldest sisters shared a knowing look, with Marina gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Obviously,” Marina chuckled, “If that wasn’t clear enough already.” but her little sister just sighed, dropping her forehead on Sabrina’s chest, hugging her oldest sister who rubbed her back soothingly, “We will fight dad for you,sis. You look too happy to allow dad’s overprotectiveness to prevent it.”

Beatrice made a noise against Sabrina’s chest, but she relaxed, lifting her head with her eyes shining but no tears coming out, “Thanks guys, I–” the bathroom door opened, the sisters looking in the direction thinking it was a random guest. But alas, it wasn’t just a random guest.

“Why, Bea! Why are you here alone?” the triplets, they must’ve sniffed Beatrice’s distress and trotted right behind. Adriana closed the door, while Melinda and Cristina walked closer, their red painted lips appearing creepier.

“She’s not alone, you fucking bimbo.” Marina snaps, to which Sabrina sends her a look to be quiet.

Melinda giggled, “Tell us something dear little cousin,” she coos, twirling a strand of hair, “That handsome guy you were with? What 's his name?”

“Is he available?” Adriana asks, popping her head from Melinda’s left.

“Does he have brothers?” Cristina asks, appearing on her sister’s right side.

Beatrice stared at them with wide eyes. Normally, she wouldn’t bother…but she promised herself she’d defend Bradley. And she was already nervous because of her dad talking to him, so it all tumbled together into one single feeling: rage. “Are you guys serious?” she asks in one single breath, seeing the triplets smile to each other in pure glee, “Are you guys fucking serious? Are you stupid?” that made the smiles drop, “No, I’m serious, are you stupid?”

Sabrina’s slack jawed expression turned to Marina’s, who looked just as shocked.

“Why are you guys asking if my boyfriend is single? Did you not see us kissing? Did you not see us coming together?” she gave no chance for her cousins to reply, “I-I just don’t get you guys! No, he’s not available, no he has no siblings and I will NOT tell you his name! Are you all so fucking pathetic you can’t find a guy by yourselves and try to get the ones with wives or girlfriends already?”

Marina covered her mouth with a hand to hold back her surprised laughter, “And when you can’t handle things thrown your way you run and tell mommy? What the fuck! You guys are forty years old! You aren’t kids anymore! Download Tinder, go on a hike, visit a café! I don’t know! Anything else!! He’s my boyfriend, he isn’t interested,” she exhales finally, dropping her arm to her sides, “And you know what else? No one likes you three, no one! We just invite you because you are family. So maybe you should get an attitude check before doing anything else!!!”

The triplets, and her own sisters, stared at Beatrice in pure shock as the brunette panted quietly, trying to calm her wildly beating heart. The triplets looked completely destroyed and humiliated, choosing to scurry out of the bathroom in silence instead of delivering a snotty comeback. Beatrice sighed, jumping under her skin when a pair of arms hugged her around the shoulders, “You were amazing!!” Marina shouts, bouncing in place with how excited she was “Bea, that was fucking incredible!!”

“It really was Bea,” Sabrina added with a grin, enveloping her sister in another hug, “You were great!”

“...t-thanks…I just, I couldn’t let them talk about Brad like that.” she replies, hugging her older sisters’ arms, “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Yes he is.” Marina says.

“And I won’t give him up.”

“No, you won’t,” Sabrina adds with a grin.

With a sudden jolt of bravery, Beatrice lifts her head, “I’m going to talk to dad, he’s not going to do anything to take Bradley from me!” her sisters let her go so she could yank the bathroom door open, walking out towards the hallway that led to the patio. The three women were on their way over when Beatrice frowned, hearing a melody? “What’s that?”

Sabrina tilts her head to hear better, “Maybe dad’s on the piano.” she suggests, “You know aunt Martha would suggest him to.” but Beatrice recognized the rhythm and the closer she got, she could understand that there were people singing.

Too much love drives a man insane!

Her eyes widened, speeding up her step with her sisters rushing behind her.

You broke my will, but what a thrill!

When Beatrice finally reached the patio she thought she was hallucinating. There was someone on the huge piano that was brought from the lobby and was set right in the middle of the dance floor, most if not all her family members surrounding it. Beatrice felt the air leave her lung when she saw Bradley there, looking like a dream come true with his peach colored shirt and no suit jacket in sight, playing the piano just like he did at the Hard Deck.

“Goodness gracious great balls of fire!” The whole patio vibrated with everyone singing along with Bradley. Everyone, every single person was singing along with him. She watched in amazement, he was in his element and she shouldn’t be surprised at how wide his smile was or how he was bopping his head to the beat of the song. But she was surprised when she saw her father right next to the piano, singing along just as loudly.

What was happening? Did she step through a portal and ended up in a parallel universe? There were people dancing, the triplets however remained seated at their table completely alone. She walked forward, avoiding getting an elbow to the face until there was no one else separating her and Bradley.

She made no moves of getting closer beyond that, she just watched with a smile forming when he noticed her there. His fingers moved quickly over the keys, “I laughed at love ‘cause I thought it was funny,” he sings making direct eye contact with her, “You came along and you moved me honey!I’ve changed my mind, this love is fine! Goodness gracious great balls of fire!”

Beatrice’s smile now was full and bright, her cheeks reddening, she loved him immensely. God, she couldn’t believe how much she loved him. She looked around to see her whole family going along and singing and being happy and– she couldn’t help the soft laugh that went past her lips. Marina and Sabrina joined by her side, their voices adding to the chorus of people.

And Beatrice accompanied her sisters while singing along. The look of pure joy on Bradley’s face when he saw her singing could light this whole area if he so wished. He won over not only Beatrice’s cousins, but her father and now her whole family. He was having the best night of his life!

When he finished the song he was sweating like a sinner in church, but he was laughing, letting out a sound of surprise when a group of arms engulfed him in a hug and messed his hair up. Beatrice’s male cousins congratulated him, her oldest relatives hugged him and complimented his talent with kisses on both of his cheeks.

Then Rafael brought him into a hug, clapping his hand on his back, “Well done, ragazzo,” his voice said, “Well done.” Bradley pulls back from the hug, only to turn around and have Beatrice launch herself towards him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling into the kiss, the group around them hollering and cheering as the kiss deepened and he lifted Beatrice even higher.

She pulls back, cupping his cheeks, “I love you.” she whispers, her eyes shining just like stars.”I love you so much.”

“I love you too gorgeous,” he says back, slowly lowering her to the floor, “A whole lot.” He looks back to see the piano being rolled away from the dance floor, the DJ setting the playlist again. Since everyone had gotten up to watch his performance, they were too fired up to sit back down. September started playing, erupting another round of cheers from the guests as he looked down at Beatrice, “So,” he held out his hand, “Shall we cut this rug together?”

Beatrice smiled, interlacing her fingers with his, “I’d love to.”

They danced for a while, song after song they stayed there, twirling and dipping and just having an absolute blast in a celebration Beatrice was almost sure it’d lead to failure.

Never was she so glad she was wrong.

When the guests started to go back to the hotel, Beatrice thought it was a good idea if they did too, since the dance floor was getting empty as the night went by. She hugged her parents tightly, thanking her father for giving Brad a chance, then her siblings - Guillermo even apologized to her!- and then her aunt. Who hugged her close, kissing her cheek and then hugging Bradley, cupping his cheeks to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, “You are a light, my boy. Never stop shining.” she tells him, making Bradley’s eyes glaze over with surprised tears but he nods with a shaky smile.

They walk back through the grapevines, Rooster spinning her a few times as they walk down the path, bringing her close to him to kiss her temple soundly and enjoying how her melodic laughter echoed around the vineyard. The hotel had some quiet chatter from the guests that were still in the lobby, but overall the large hotel was very quiet.

They enter the elevator, her back to his front as they wait to reach their floor, “Mmm,” she smiles when she feels his lips on her shoulder, “That was fun, right?”

“It was a lot of fun.” he grins, kissing her jawline, “Your family is great. Your cousin Umberto is really cool.”

“Oh my God, you met Umberto! I completely forgot he’d come too,” she pauses, “Not that he’s forgettable, it's just that he’s very busy.” They step out once the elevator doors open, Beatrice pulling out the keycard from a hidden pocket in her dress, “But I’m glad you had fun.”

“I did.”

“Are you tired?”

Rooster chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair, “A little, why?”

The door unlocked, but Beatrice leaned against it, giving him a innocent shrug, “Well, you know,” she says slowly opening the door, throwing a look over her shoulder, “It’s just cause there’s this huge bathtub,” she tosses the keycard on the desk, Bradley following her inside with his eyes unmoving, “And I wanted to try it so bad.”

“Babe, I’m not against it but,-- well, your family is all around us.” he comments, following the line of her thigh that came out of the slit, his line of thought being muddled.

“I mean, yeah,” she whispers, tossing him a flirty look over the shoulder yet again, “But these walls?” she knocked on it, the soft sound of her knuckles hitting the brick was dull but present, “Very sturdy…and sound proof.”

He was already kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head as Beatrice squealed, rushing inside the bathroom, “Remember me to thank your aunt, over and over before we go.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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equalseleventhirds · 4 years ago

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hello i was thinking abt my favored theory of ‘jon goes with the fears and tries to stop them in another universe’ and THEN i was thinking about annabelle bcos i love her so much and SHE deserves the chance to try to stop them, and also to play 8-dimensional chess with the fears and her own brain gdi.

so.

“I would either travel with them,” she says, keeping her tone light, casual, uncaring, “or I would die.”

She knows which option she would prefer, of course. The Mother knows it too, but in that distant, assuming way that mothers always seem to know things about you. It eases over her, gentle, smothering: Of course you don’t want to die, dear. And you’ve been such a good girl, perhaps we won’t let you.

Not in those exact words, of course; not in any words. But Annabelle knows the feel of a web, pulling at her mind, easing her thoughts into the pattern they ought to be in, so she gets the message.

(She knows that feeling, and she knows exactly how to lean into it, exactly how to give it what it wants, what it expects, keeping the correct thoughts at the forefront of her mind. Any others are kept quiet, deep, enough that even Annabelle herself doesn’t notice herself thinking them.

She is, after all, such a good girl. She has to be, for this to work.)

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Annabelle passes out immediately upon entering their new world. It’s probably to be expected; Mikaele’s camera had had the same effect on her when she first walked into Upton House, and although there’s enough of the Fears’ influence here to keep her alive, they aren’t nearly as... present as they’d managed to become in their old world. Not yet.

She doesn’t actually manage to think all of that in full; it’s more along the lines of heavy wooziness, a slightly wobbly oh, that makes sense, and then nothing.

When she wakes up, all she knows for a moment is that she’s alive, and that she is lying on a hard, dusty floor. The basics out of the way, she checks on her Mother next, and finds, instead of the thick, sticky blanket over her thoughts that led her through the apocalypse, a single strand of webbing, stretched thin with inattention. The Mother—all of the Fears—have a whole new world to play with, untouched by centuries of their influence, and they’re eager to find new victims, new vessels, new monsters. They’re eager to feed, and have left their loyal, obedient servant with hardly any leash at all.

“Perfect,” she says aloud, and revels in the way the web on her mind does not so much as twitch.

“Gn... mnuh?” says a voice beside her. Which is... unexpected.

Still. She can handle unexpected. She’s flexible. She forces her head to turn to the side.

“Jon?”

He’s already squinting at her, bleary eyes clearing under his instant suspicion. “Annabelle Cane? What are you doing here?”

She can’t help being a little bit offended. Really, had he even been listening? “Didn’t I say I might travel with them? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be back there, celebrating your newly-freed world, kissing your boyfriend?”

“I—I was—I thought I might...” He shakes himself. “I’m not going to tell you.”

Annabelle huffs and pushes herself up, looking around. “Honestly, after I went to all that trouble.”

“I didn’t exactly ask... You said I’d never see you again!” He’s properly offended now, sitting up as well, glaring at her. “You said—“

“I said what I thought to be true, Jon. I can hardly be blamed if you decided to throw yourself through the rift and disrupt all my plans, can I?”

“Disru—This was your plan! You told me your plan, and it’s done now! I did it, just like you wanted, because we agreed...” His shoulders sag, probably under the weight of his terrible decision. Guilt, and all of that.

Annabelle doesn’t care about his guilt. She hasn’t got time. She shoots him a withering look instead, because the Mother isn’t there telling her to play nice with its favoured tool, and anyway he can’t kill her with a single thought anymore. “That, Jonathan, was the Mother’s plan. I’m not actually the full incarnation of spiders and manipulation. Or did you think me incapable of having my own plans?”

“I... what?”

“And now you’re here, I’ll have to move twice as fast at least. The chosen one of the gods, and a rebellious one to boot? Honestly, we’re lucky they haven’t come to check on you already. How quickly can you pull yourself together? We should really be on the road soon. Assuming they have roads here.” She turns her attention back to her clothes—grimy, dusty, and her boots are coming loose. Plenty of pulling herself together to do on her end.

He narrows his eyes at her, and she’s going to need to head off that tendency to question everything eventually. “We?”

“Well, I’ll need another set of hands, won’t I? You’re hardly who I would have chosen, but... we work with what we’re given.” She clicks her tongue as she brushes dust off her clothes.

“Excuse me? I’m not—you, you would—and I—“ Jon clenches his fists, takes a breath, and bursts out: “For what? What are you—we—supposed to be doing?”

She tugs sharply on the laces of her boot before answering. “We, Jonathan Sims, are going to destroy the Fears, now that they’re just a touch weaker and much more distracted in this brand-new world. Good enough for you, Archivist?”

“What?”

#fanfiction #algie writes things #FRENEMIES FRENEMIES JON AND ANNABELLE FRENEMIES #let annabelle turn against the fears!! let her and jon work together!!!#I THINK IT WOULD BE NEAT #anyway #tma spoilers #a little bit #not a lot mostly just me making stuff up #jonny's not gonna give me this but i can DREAM #also pls forgive how off the rails the dialogue went i am not VERY awake #and i know i made a sharp turn from ominous to silly but. u kno how it is.

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rhetoricalrogue · 3 years ago

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Brain is tired and I can’t fully articulate my thoughts, but I’m having Nate/Moira AU feelings again.

Basically, it’s the AU where neither of them become Wardens, but

Nate surprises Moira by coming home earlier than expected and instead of stopping in Amaranthine, he goes to see his Best Girl first because years of exchanging letters and missing from a sea away are just too much to stay even one night away.

This is, unfortunately, the night that his father attacks Highever, 100% unaware that his eldest son is home. Nate and Moira (and Gilmore because if I’m doing an AU, Moira’s BFF Rory lives, GDI.) escape and are absolutely gutted with grief and feelings of betrayal

Something something “my father needs to be stopped”/“your father needs to be *destroyed*”/“that too” coping with the aftermath and figuring out what to do next leads them to Ostagar, where Moira’s brother was last headed to.

Meets Alistair and the Warden, can’t find Fergus, decide to head up north to Lothering before the horde sighting. Meet back up with the Warden & Co. and decide to join forces. Moira and Nate are nobles, they can gather allies in Redcliffe before moving into Denerim while W&Co. head to the Deep Roads

“Oh hi, fancy meeting you here” in Haven after checking in at Redcliffe = the Arl needing Andraste’s ashes and Team Highever already on the trail. Brief team up before splitting back in Redcliffe after curing the Arl. Game plan is for Team Highever to head to Denerim and gain favor while W&Co. take on the Brecillian forest.

Pit stop in Amaranthine to check in on Nate’s siblings, keeping a low profile to get a reading on the city’s mood re: Rendon Howe

Something something “oh hi again” while trying to free Anora. Big boss battle with Rendon. “How could you turn on me, I loved you!”/“No, father. Bryce loved me like a son. You only loved the idea of what kind of status I could bring to you.”

More fallout from Big Boss Battle re: revenge and most of Moira’s original story arc. They gladly turn Amaranthine over to the Wardens since Gwaren is without a Teyrn and oh HEY, what do you know, you have two people who’ve been trained since childhood to run a teyrnir!

More tying up loose ends go here before The End. Some full circle moments with “Eleanor would be a nice name, should we have a girl.”/“I don’t know. I think this one should have a fresh start with their first name. I would like to use Bryce as a middle name, should we have a son.”/“I think that’s a fantastic idea.”

#don’t mind me #just having Emotions over 10+ year old characters #and setting up future meet cutes with Tristan Howe and Marian Trevelyan

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heartwoodventures · 4 years ago

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Heartwood Hatchingtide!

A mysterious note had been posted on the company’s bulletin board, beckoning members to meet at Mih Khetto’s Amphitheatre for a Hatchingtide celebration! But beyond explaining that the event was to ‘help the youth,’ details were scarce. Who’s organizing this? And what activities will happen? You’ll have to go to the amphitheatre to find out.

And the place is absolutely decked out in egg-related decorations! But most prominent is the large and ‘in charge�� chicken, dancing mad on the road leading to the center. They wave at you two, and then continue to jig.

Intrigued by the odd note, Aislinn made the time to wander her way over to the amphitheatre. Whatever was going on, her curiosity got the better of her and she needed to find out.

Cravendy What is an egg’s least favorite day of the week? Fryday! Happy....friday! xD )) Cravendy I inflict pain unto myself everytime I make a pun ))

Riylli shuffled her way through the city, keeping her head down and trying not to attract attention as she made her way to the Ampitheatre. Whatever dour mood she was in would be briefly erased however as soon as she took in the dancing chicken that appeared to be waiting for her. "Er... Cravs..? Is that you..?"

"Twelve save us." Aislinn said, shaking her head as a smile worked its way across her lips. She paused a few seconds more to watch the chicken in its maddening jig, a laugh bubbling up from her throat. "You know, I'd bet gil on it."

Riylli (I love the way our heads move watching her dance Riylli (getting in on the beat Aislinn ((We're mesmerized))

Aislinn - She waves to the chicken. "So what's all this about helping out at Hatchingtide?"

“Cravs? Who’s that?” The chicken momentarily stops dancing and, somewhere in the distance, a kid groans in disappointment. Seeing that, the chicken slumps, but begins to groove once more. “I...I am none other. Huff. Than. Chickendy Hound! And it was I that called you out today on a mission...most. Huff. Important.”

Aislinn's smile widens. "Sounds like you've been dancing there quite awhile, Chickendy Hound." she noted in amusement as she plays along.

Riylli staaaaaaaaaaaared, bewilderment on her face as she tried to wrap her head around exactly what was happening here. That was definitely Cravs. Even without the giveaway of the name, the only other one in the company that tall was Rising, who Riylli was particularly sure would not be able to dance like the chicken was after the previous night. "Er... And what's that then?"

“Ay shite, I’ve been dancin’ for bloody who knows ‘ow long...” Cravs grumbles, and at that very moment a mother and child strolls on by. Cravs stiffens and clears her throat. “I mean. I can dance all day and all night! But now, the egg advocates would have us take care of another chore-I mean, thing of utmost importance. And that...is collecting eggs!”

Riylli pauses her judgmental staring to instead watch the mother and child pass, seemingly getting distracted for a moment before turning back to the chicken and letting out a sigh. "...Right. We gettin' paid for this or what?" She asks coldly, apparently back to whatever bad mood she had been in before meeting Chickendy

In contrast to Riylli's foul (fowl) mood, Aislinn seems to be enjoying this all too much. She makes a poor attempt to hold back any more laughter and nods to the passing mother and child. She couldn't begin to imagine how hot a suit like that must get. "Aye, of course. Harsh task masters, these egg advocates."

“No good deed goes unpaid! Which is to say, no, we’re not gettin’ bloody paid for this. I asked.” Cravs crosses her arms and I swear, you could see her chicken hat’s eyes furrow in grumpy anger. “Though they said we can keep any extra eggs, which ye can probably sell if yer strapped for cash.”

"....ye -do- get a free chicken suit though. That count for anythin'?"

"How, exactly, did they talk you into this, then?" Aislinn wryly asks.

Aislinn leans forward a bit and lowers her voice. "Did you lose a bet?"

Riylli let out another long sigh. "I hate this damned city so much..." She mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose as she seriously considered just turning around right then and there

"Ch-chickendy needs no reason to spread cheer in the world!" It's unclear if that's the whole truth, half, or not at all.

Riylli shot Cravs a glare, "Oy Chickendy, you better give me a better reason than that. How'd the scary pirate lady that can't even apologize end up in a situation like this?"

That earns a doubtful, though amused noise from Aislinn. "Yeah, if Chickendy is anything like Cravendy I'm not sure that math works out." Nevertheless, she shrugs a shoulder. She needed a break from building the prototypes at any rate, it was why she wandered out in the first place. "Alright then, I'm in for a bit of egg collecting." paused. "Chicken eggs, right?" she asked, deciding she better double check.

“HEY. I’m not so cold that I’d refuse to do some good in the world! That, and I didn’t say no right away. These folk sense weakness and twist yer arm until...” Cravs hears something approach from behind and freezes up.

Aislinn ((I'm going to hear this song in my sleep)) Riylli ( PA PAYA Cravendy pa paya! :D ))

An egg advocate comes over, peppiness turned dangerously past the dial. They drop a box containing chicken costumes in front of Riylli and Lin and - did they wink somehow? “You must be joining our friend here in setting up! A thousand thanks for choosing to spend your time spreading the festivities!”

Riylli shot the newcomer a glare so powerful that it could probably be tried as physical assault. "You have to be joking. You want me to wear that shite too?"

Aislinn eyes the chicken suit that was so unceremoniously dropped in front of her. "Wait...you were serious about the costume?" she looked the egg advocate over. The maniacal exuberance and zippered up smile a touch zealous. "Why the suits? We're collecting eggs, right?"

Aislinn ((It's all fun and games until you get stuffed in a chicken suit))

“Of course! The kids -love- it, and it’s said that wearing this’ll help you collect the eggyest of eggs! Chicken eggs!” The advocate unpacks the box’s contents, finds a suit fitting Riylli’s size, and thrusts it upon her without a moment’s hesitation. This person is awfully pushy, with all the strength of a traveling salesman who's got their foot in the door. “Now now, no fussing and get cracking!”

Cravendy laughs weakly.

Aislinn suddenly finds her arms weighed down in a similar fashion. She narrows her eyes slightly over the bulky armload, very likely imagining an unseemingly kind of violence that would wipe the peppiness right out of the pushy advocate. But then she cuts a glance to the still dancing Cravendy and merely sighs. The Seawolf was definitely in dire straits. "Fine. But we bring you back eggs that are eggier than other eggs and then ALL three of us are off the hook."

Riylli is forced to accept the chicken suit into her hands, blinking as her stare went from it, to Cravs, to the advocate. She wondered if it would be possible to evade capture from this deep inside the city if she were to commit some sort of crime right about now. Her attentions thankfully turn back to Cravendy. "The next time we go out drinking, you're paying for every round I feel like havin'" Riylli stated her demands, figuring it would be in everyone's best interest to ignore the advocate

The advocate squeals with glee and points to the west. There, you’ll find the chicken coops, the eggs, the hens! Best of luck! And as the three of them make their way over, the moment Cravs is a safe distance away from the advocate she slumps over. “Thank ye both...that person is frighteningly stubborn. Ye don’t want to know.”

Riylli lets out an absolutely exhausted sigh. "Figured you wouldn't be doin' this if you weren't in some sorta trouble... One day we're gonna have to teach you how to talk to people though." She muttered as she shoved the mask on over her head.

Aislinn stares at the retreating advocate's back, noting how a squeal was not a verbal agreement. A point that might have to be dealt with later. For now, she turns to Cravendy and shrugs. "Sometimes I think our contracts are easier to deal with." she added.

Cravendy nods in agreement with Lin. Clear cut rules, payment! But in the world of volunteering and do-goodery, there was a wide spectrum of folk to tussle with. She looks over to Riylli and snorts. “Looks weird with just the ‘ead.”

Riylli began idly fiddling around underneath her mask as she tried to get it to fit properly. "Course these things don't fit my damn ears... Nice to know nothings changed around here." She muttered angrily, definitely feeling very spiteful today. "EVERY. ROUND." Riylli reminded Cravs, then finally began to put on her suit, grumbling all the while

Aislinn - As they made their way to this special hen house, Aislinn struggled into the ridiculous chicken costume. "Know what this is? This is Nymeia's jest in return for me laughing earlier." she shook her head, her small frame almost swallowed up by the bulk of the costume. Looking down at herself, she laughed. "What is my life right now?" she pondered aloud.

Cravendy ALRIGHT so since the fates up, lets hop to it xD )) Cravendy whoever gets the most eggs...wins! )) Riylli (BAH, I SUCK AT THIS FATE THO Cravendy SAME LOL )) Aislinn Also same)) Cravendy GDI )) Riylli ( KNOCK ME TO VICTORY Cravendy these chickens have NO EGGCUSE being this rude )) Riylli (GAH Aislinn ((They're very eggcitable)) Cravendy at some point you get knocked around to much )) Cravendy you accept heavy as a way of life )) Riylli (using the aoe to dash me to other eggs Riylli (this is pro gaming Cravendy make sure to turn in your eggs! )) Riylli 16 Cravendy AGHF I keep interrupting myself xD )) Cravendy 12! LOL )) Aislinn ((9!)) Cravendy damn pro gamer over here ahah )) Riylli (Riylli shall win every hunt in this fc Riylli Y E S Cravendy EGG )) Cravendy OMG )) Cravendy thats cannibalism! xD )) Riylli (victory tastes so good Cravendy tho my parents own chickens and they egg their own eggs all the time lol )) Aislinn ((Are you eating them ALL? Cool Hand Luke over here)) Riylli eggsecution Cravendy STOP you'll overdose on them! )) Riylli (I aint doing it again you cant make me Aislinn ((EGGsplosion))

Cravendy limps away from the henhouse. Truly, these birds were in a fowl mood! But she’s managed to collect a dozen and that’s something, right?

Riylli finishes her hunt with sixteen total eggs in her basket, the ultimate hunter in both speed and grace. Of course, she may have thrown some chickens around and caused some children to cry, but victory is all that mattered in the end. If she had to be a chicken, she would be the GREATEST CHICKEN

Aislinn hurriedly clambers over the fence, a basket half-full of eggs and the sound of muffled curses coming from under her mask. "Those birds are not normal. I see why we need the damned suits now. They're protection."

Cravendy - “Never thought I’d be tossed around by a...by a chicken?!” Putting it into words doesn’t help at all. She peers over to Riylli’s haul. “‘ow’d ye manage to get so many?”

Cravendy LOL at any cost, Riylli will be the ultimate chicken xD )) Riylli (Shoving children over and stealing their eggs

Riylli puffed up her chest, somehow managing to look proud even inside such a ridiculous outfit. "When will you learn... Keepers are the greatest hunters there are! Doesn't matter if it's beast or bugs or... or eggs..." Her confidence wavered a bit at the end there, but she wasn't about to give up this opportunity to gloat

Aislinn pulls her mask off with a huff and pushes back the hair plastered to her brow. She quietly counts up the eggs between the three of them. "This better be enough to buy your freedom from this cult, Cravendy."

Cravendy “Smaller target is all. Chickens were too busy chasin’ me around.” Cravs smirks beneath her hat.

Riylli pulled her chicken hood off, freeing her ears from their confines and giving them a tentative flick. Despite herself, she was wearing a large grin that let Cravendy know this was not the last time she would hear of this. "Sure, sure, whatever you say."

“I ‘ope so too, Lin.” Cravs sighs, thinking back to how chicken-garbed strangers would pop out at the strangest of times, incessantly asking about when she was going to finally help out. But when she sees the smiles on everyone’s faces, a part of her gives. It’s not all to keep nosy birds off her back. “...OY WAIT. Cravs? It’s Chickendy!”

Aislinn starts peeling off the hen-pecked suit and shoots the Seawolf a wry smile. "Aye, aye. Chickendy. My mistake." she paused, struggling to fold the suit over one arm while holding her basket in the other. "Should we get these over to the amphitheatre so they can be...decorated or painted. Whatever they do to them next."

Cravendy sulks. She knows that tone. Call her crazy, but a small part of her had held onto hope that somehow the two of them hadn’t made the connection. “Ay, let's get this over with.”

Riylli glanced down at the mask in her hands and thought for a moment, before suddenly deciding to put it back on. "Think Ill keep this on 'till were out of the city... Personally I hope Chickendy sticks around though. She can dance for us next time we go out on a mission, keep our morale high." She teases

Aislinn slides a glance Riylli's way. "Might come in handy if we ever face down another mob of avians."

Cravendy nearly chokes at the thought of dancing to raise morale. But she fumes in silence.

As you approach the amphitheatre once more, the sounds of children laughing fill the air. All around you, families and friends excitedly partake in egg-related activities. The advocate happily accepts the party’s baskets, and then hands each of them a delicately painted egg. “You all did so good! Here, as a reward!”

Riylli silently accepted the egg, paused for a moment, then immediately dropped it. "Woops." She muttered, sarcasm absolutely dripping off her tone. It seemed now that the thrill of victory had faded, Riylli was back to her previously grumpy self. "So sorry, hard to get a good grip in this costume. You understand I'm sure."

Aislinn nods in thanks as she carefully takes the egg. She smiles in her quiet way as she runs a finger along its surface, appreciating the detail. After a moment, she looks back up at the advocate. "Those are quite some chickens you've got there. The suits did actually come in handy."

Cravendy takes the egg and pockets it. Somehow.

“No worries! Have another!” The advocate presents another gift to Riylli. A chocolate egg. They then turn to Lin, sunshine exuding from behind their feathered maw. “The finest hens in Eorzea! And they lay the tastiest eggs too!”

Riylli accepts the gift, and then drops the gift. "Woops." She said again, practically challenging the advocate to give her another. Pettiness was her specialty, and she could do this all day.

The henny-helper hums in thought, and then raises a finger as a lightbulb lights up above their head. They take out a sticker and plaster it on the center of Riylli’s chicken hat. Bock bock!

“I’m free now, right? I am, right?” Cravs asks, and the Hatchingtide worker nods. Cravs stumbles back in relief, and then looks to Lin and Riylli. “Thanks...er, strangers. Well, I must be off. To somewhere.”

Aislinn sighs softly. "Nymeia's breath." she says, barely audible. This way lay trouble, she could sense it. "Right, then. Ah...thank you, I suppose." It seemed the polite thing to say. "And...good luck with the rest of your Hatchingtide. We'll just be heading out now."

Aislinn begins back away slowly

Riylli stared, trying and ultimately failing to figure out a way to counter this attack as well. Giving up, she turned to Cravs. "See you later Chickendy, try not to make eye contact with any strangers on your way out." She said, offering her a wave. She followed close to Aislinn as she backed away, sighing heavily. "Lets go back to the house and burn this shite..."

Although they had been strongarmed into helping out, the three of them did good in spreading festive cheer in Gridania. But perhaps they would stay far away from any chicken-suited fellows in the future....just in case.

Aislinn - "Might come in handy though somewhere down the line." she says with such a straight face, it's unclear as to whether she's joking or not.

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #ffxiv crystal rp #Heartwood Ventures #Cravendy Hound #Aislinn North #Riylli Aliapoh #Happy hatchingtide!

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kkoalaworld · 5 years ago

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Sugawara Kōshi: I've walked past this cafe 4 times because I am hopelessly lost but gdi stop laughing at me AU

a/n 🐨: hi! pls send in requests hahhahaa im bored 👉👈 anyways, my friend suggested i do this AU for sugamama and here it is! so if anyone bothers to read, hope y'all like it! 🙆🏻❤

you strained your eyes on the map in your phone, trying to ignore the soft chuckle that was coming from behind you

"stop that!" you warned.

your boyfriend lifted both of his arms in a surrender position, still trying to stifle a giggle

you love him, you do, but his laughter was getting annoying and making you lose focus

the both of you were heading out to try some new bubble tea in a rather secluded shop

you being annoyed about being called an idiot on the roads took the phone out of his hands and told him to follow you

that was half an hour ago

yes, you're lost. but it would kill you to admit to sugawara kōshi because of something called ego.

"didn't we walk past here?" he pointed out to the cafe, "I'm pretty sure we've passed this about 4 times." He said, with pure humor in his eyes.

"It's not my fault, it's your phone"

yes, blaming it on the phone. it's not your fault the bubble tea shop was so secluded either

he let out another chuckle and reached out to ruffle your hair, "you know it's okay to admit you're lost right?"

you pouted, and furrowed your brows, trying your best to look mad at him because how can you get mad at such a softie

"am not." you insisted with your arms crossed

"pfft--" you looked across to find your boyfriend trying to hold his laugh so hard that it would probably result in internal bleeding and then, "HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHA"

you blushed red in embarrassment as your boyfriend held his stomach and laughed so hard he could barely walk

you took in a deep breath, "yes, I've walked past this cafe 4 times because I am hopelessly lost, but gdi stop laughing at me!"

if anything, your outburst only made him laugh harder

five minutes later after he's finally calmed down, he walked in front of the still annoyed you and looked down at you

"i'm sorry, it's just that you're so cute even when you're lost." he said gently and you felt yourself blush, as it reminded you how you fell for him. "how about I lead the way since you're tired?" he suggested.

you looked up at him with a cherry-red face and puffed up cheeks and looked the other side, "only because you insist."

he let out a soft laugh and nodded as he slid his hand in yours, "yes, I insist."

in the end, he'd bought you two cups of bubble tea as a treat for your 'hard work'

#sugawara koshi imagine #sugawara koushi #sugawara fluff #sugawara imagines #sugawara headcanon #sugawara x reader #sugawara AU #hq x reader #haikyuu: to the top #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyū!!#haiku on tumblr #daily haiku #haiku #haikyuu sugawara #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koshi x reader #I've walked past this cafe 4 times because i am hopelessly lost but gdi stop laughing at me

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adrenalineguide · 4 years ago

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2021 Kia Seltos EX: The New Subcompact King

Text and photos by Michael Hozjan

I can’t recall a time when I saw a subcompact SUV/crossover and thought, “Hmm that looks muscular”. Yet one can’t help but label Kia’s latest SUV as just that. A quick look might mistake it for the upper crust, double the price, Range Rover Evoque. Good company indeed if you’re hunting down customers in the lucrative subcompact SUV market.

There are two basic categories that I label the subcompacts in, the cute utes, which are little more than higher riding four door hatchbacks (crossovers) and those that actually do have some utilitarian purpose. Case in point this week’s test vehicle.

Slotted between the boxy Soul and the sleek Sportage, the Seltos gives Kia another ace in its SUV/Crossover lineup. (Wasn’t it just a few years ago that the Sportage was in the subcompact SUV category?) Manufacturers being what they are, continually bloat their vehicles until it’s lost all its former character and then unveil another model to make up the void left behind. Enter the Seltos, and I’m glad the Seltos has come along. Based on an extended platform of its corporate cousin, the sleek and stylish Hyundai Kona, the Kia is sure to shake up the category.

Regular readers may recall that last December I raved about the Kona and its surprisingly sharp handling with quick giddy up’n go from 1.6L turbocharged four, making it an above average contender in the hotly contested subcompact crossover segment. But what if you need more space? The Seltos does just that taking it a step further with an extra 30mm of wheelbase and an additional 205mm of overall length over the Kona, yet the two handle similarly. The added wheelbase and squarish cabin pay off with greater head, hip, shoulder and cargo room. The Seltos has a generous 62.8 cu.ft. with the rear seats folded versus the Kona’s 45.8 cu.ft. You can stick an adult’s bicycle into the rear…how many subcompact SUVs can make that claim! Rear seats fold almost flat, more on the interior later.

Coupled with a taller ride height, the Kia also greatly improves egress and ingress over the Kona. Of course there are several other contenders vying for the Seltos’ spot, and not just the Kona, including Chevy’s Trailblazer, Ford’s EcoSport, the Buick Encore and Subaru’s Crosstrek, to name just a handful.

Five trim levels make up the Seltos line starting at $24, 905* for the front-wheel-drive LX. Opting for the LX all-wheel-drive version with 17” wheels replacing the 16 inchers will cost you an additional two grand. This is the priced-right sweetheart package if you don’t mind giving up the sunroof and a few minor trim pieces. The rest of the Seltos catalog is all-wheel-drive, which include the EX, EX Premium. Power is derived from the 2.0L Nu Atkinson-cycle four developing 146 horses and 132 lb-ft of torque and is mated to a continuously variable trans (CVT). I do wish a manual tranny was available?

Topping off the line is the SX Turbo at $34,505*, and as the name suggests is powered by the same 1.6L Turbo GDI mill that I found in the Kona, pumping out 175 horses and 195 lb-ft of torque through a 7-speed dual clutch automatic.

My $ 29,775* EX (Includes $250 surcharge for the Neptune Blue shade) came with a power sunroof, LED taillights, 17” wheels, chrome grille, satin belt trim, which I might add really made the lines pop, keyless entry and premium leatherette seat trim (premium leatherette? Marketing departments never cease to amaze me). From a safety perspective the EX comes with forward collision and lane follow assist, rear cross traffic alert. In true Kia fashion, there is a load of equipment that is standard even on the base models that other manufacturers option out. Items like heated mirrors, keyless entry, heated seats and steering wheel, automatic headlights and heated washer nozzle – great for our climate.

While you won’t set any speed records with the base mill, it’s anything but sluggish and you’ll get rewarded at the gas pump. I averaged an impressive 7.8l/100kms with mostly, but not exclusively highway travel. The 2.0L had no trouble in passing semis, matter of fact I caught myself more than once getting into ticket country. Yes it’s that smooth. On with the cruise control just to keep me legal.

As you may know we’re in search of a replacement to our X-Trail and the Seltos also has a centre-locking differential, making it that much easier to tread through the deep stuff that is coming. Off roaders will also appreciate the hill descent control.

But while the Seltos gives an above average ride, its Achilles heal are the hard seats. It’s a trait I’ve never associated with Kias in the past. My power window was a nuisance trying to it to stop where I wanted it.

Happily the rest of the interior is all Kia; the eight-inch touchscreen has clear graphics and is connected to a six-speaker audio system sound. Sadly sat radio only comes into play on the Ex Premium. Outward visibility is excellent, except for the back window; the three rear seat headrests hamper the view. I do wish manufacturers would follow Volvo’s lead with hollowed out headrests.

The generous amount of head and leg room isn’t exclusive to the driver and shotgun rider either; second-row passengers will enjoy the airiness and get reclining seatbacks.

Above: Space saver spare - while not a full-size spare it is better than an inflation kit that others offer.

Judging by the flood of television spots Kia has invested in promoting the Seltos to 20 somethings, the 20 somethings in my crowd are more concerned about sporty coupes than subcompact SUVs. If anything I can see the Seltos being a big success with seniors, but something needs to be done about those seats.

If you’re idea of a good subcompact includes loads of cargo space and a spacious passenger compartment, above average handling, good performance with good gas mileage backed by a solid warranty you need not look any further, and I suspect that over the coming months the roads will be covered with them.

* All prices include transportation and dealer prep

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royal-writer · 6 years ago

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AND WE’RE OFF-

INHALES DEEPLY HOLY SHIT.... between All I Ask of You and From Now On my music players are about to fizzle out and motherfuckin combust

I have so much genuine curiosity how mind reading works now. Like. All I can assume at this point (and it’s definitely sensible) is that Essatha was not Panicked(TM) about her race, which is why Sadris had no idea no one else knew, and that makes me wonder if he would honestly slip it into conversation if he’d otherwise been aware of this

Which of course leads me to wonder: how much ‘surface thought’ was Amon giving off on Fontane to be discovered. Or exactly, what else Sadris may have picked up on from anyone else in that matter. Because Amms has like, everyone’s history by now so. One can always theorize how much that can be played off of.

Also curious, how Sadris let the Queen know what he read from the group? There was, as far as we know, no physical conversation. Does. Like. Was there Other conversation methods going on in that room we didn’t get to hear gdi pass me the bone I can’t go on not knowing all the finite little details like the information guarding dragon I am.

THE MOTHER FUCKIN FRAIL HONESTY BETWEEN AMON AND ESSIE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD??! Raking and raking and raking my brain, what can Ess say to deflect this, and the fucking pin-point precision he was shutting down her objections made it SO HARD to put up an argument

Obviously no one’s mindset changes in a day (i.e, see our Disaster Amon still) but the step forward, the great effort of it, was so OOOOF in my heart

I am putting my bet money down now- LEGITIMATELY WILL- that Someone has a Deep and Aching Longing 👀 That’s a lot of Affection to be throwing out wildly for a guy who has a hard time unclenching his jaw

So hot take: but regardless how shitty that day has been for Amon, obv people can argue this, but I seriously feel that although you could say ‘oh this has to be one of the worst days in his life’ nah fam. Fam. He may feel that way now from the sheer humiliation I’m ngl but you realize this may actually be one of the best?

There is an entire group of obnoxious kind souls who literally just praised his existence to the ends of the earth. They got emotional for him. They defended him. Some of them were easily willing to fight their way into protecting him. There is some honest devotion and love in this group already and I’m living for it. And I’m especially living for Amon’s life having this bend in the road. Where is he going next? Will he ever get the redemption he should have? Does he even care?

Everything’s unknown to him now. But like. Months from now, years from now, whatever, he can reliably say, even if the Council and largely Etheron does not care who he is, does not show him the same level of respect, there will always be these handful of foolish souls who will still stop at nothing to appreciate him. And that is worth more than all the riches he’s ever owned.

I have SO MANY STORIES and scenarios now I hope play out in this campaign or that i have to write and it’s giving me goosebumps!! I’m overwhelmed with creativity and soft interactions and horrifying realizations and all the things that make you hold a little tighter and love a little deeper and GOD I have such a Need for the Sweetness I don’t want to - spoil anything I might write or want to use in the campaign but there’s a LOT in my head rn.

#royalty can game too

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goforwardgreenwriter-blog · 7 years ago

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The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 30 - 31

We got a special treat for y’all today; a double update! Mostly ‘cause the next few chapters are gonna be massive fish to boil, and ‘cause I love you guys.

After two weeks of inching across the muddy open plains, Elide was tired of using her mother’s name.

Christ, I completely forgot about this subplot. Bad pacing who?

Elide says she’s barely interacted with Lorcan or slept by him which is. What. I thought you were supposed to be smart, Elide! You’re pretending he is your husband, if you two act all distant someone is gonna get suspicious. I thought you were better than this....

Lorcan stalked ahead and said without looking back, “We finished at the three dungeons and their entrances yesterday night. Tell me about what’s inside them.”

Elide gets all nervous and Lorcan points out her scent has changed, which is just, ah.... oof. SJM you uh, you got something you wanna tell the class? Something about a werewolf kink, perhaps?

Elide refuses to spill the beans and Lorcan gets all pissy.

We have a bargain, girl.” Elide met that depthless gaze. “You did not specify when I had to tell you. So I may take as much time as I wish to recall details, if you desire to wring every last one of them from me.”

There’s the Elide I know! Finally, a character doesn’t have to be all powerful and magical to succeed and be an actual force.

“What are you,” [Lorcan] said quietly. “I am nothing,” [Elide] said, voice hollow. Maybe once she found Aelin and Aedion, she’d find some purpose, some way to be of use to the world.

Aaaaand take it back. Unless you’re serving Aelin, you’re useless and have no purpose! Or you’re an evil slutty bitch who should be put down. I am so fucking tired.

They finally finish their bickering session and return to the others, then we switch to Lorcan’s POV. They’re setting up tents for everyone, including one for Elide/Lorcan.

Ombriel came forward, throwing her usual wary glance his way, and slyly informed Elide they’d finally have a night alone together. Arms full of logs, Lorcan could only watch as that pale face of sorrow and despair transformed into youth and mischief, into blushing anticipation, as easily as if Marion had held up a mask.

Finally. It’s like you two want this plan to fail or something.

“I’ll sleep on the ground,” [Lorcan] offered blandly. “You take the roll.” “What if someone comes in?” “Then you’ll say we got into a fight.” “Every night?” Marion pivoted, her rich eyes meeting his. The cold, weary face was back.

zzzzzzzz this drama is so boring please progress the plot or do something of interest

They bicker more about Lorcan getting a bath and he asks her how badly her leg hurts. Such riveting dialogue.

Lorcan’s thoughts drifted toward Rowan and his bitch-queen.

Jfc. At least we’re spared Lorcan splooging over them, instead thinking about how much he hates them and how Rowboat was an idiot for falling in love with Alien. Damn, you know it’s bad when I agree with Lorcan.

Lorcan was about to leave when [Elide] said, “My uncle … He is a commander at Morath.”

So Elide drops that bomb, and Lorcan offers to kill her uncle. Not much else happens. This subplot is so mind numbingly boring and dumb. Next!

Well, on the one hand, at least Rolfe’s map worked. It had been Rowan’s idea, actually. And she might have felt slightly guilty for letting Aedion and Lysandra believe the Pirate Lord had only gone after the Amulet of Orynth, but … at least they now knew his unholy map functioned.

This is the first paragraph + sentence of chapter 31. Who is she? Use names when switching to a new POV gdi!!! Alien doesn’t get name dropped until the bottom half of this page.

As for the rest of it … It was just past midnight when Aelin wondered how the hell she and Rowan would ever go back to normalcy if they survived this war.

I’m imagining it’ll be something akin to the A Court of Wings and Ruin; where you guys will angst about how much the war cost you and how everything is different, but in actuality nobody you cared about died and no one important was even permanently injured, and the supposed trauma was just an excuse for porn.

Alien and Rowboat dramatically sneak into a room through the window, using Rowboat’s magic to close it. Gav and Fenrys are waiting inside.

“You could have used the door,” Fenrys said, arms crossed—a bit too casually. “Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun?” Aelin countered.

Because this isn’t a video game and you’re a princess who is supposed to be a good diplomat and ruler? I’ll forgive SJM if Alien becomes queen, pulls dramatic shit like this, and is instantly banished from the kingdom and Darrow is crowned king. I’d pay extra to read that.

Gavriel’s tattooed hands closed into loose fists. “You deny me the right to see my son and yet you barge into our room in the dead of the night to demand we divulge information about our blood-sworn queen.” “One, I did not deny you anything, kitty-cat.”

Gav deserves better than to have to put up with Alien’s edgy teenager bullshit. She sounds straight out of the 2012 internet phase.

Fenrys asks if Alien has Settled yet for.... some reason. It’s explained here;

She knew enough about it—the transition pureblooded Fae, and some demi-Fae, went through once their bodies locked into immortal youth. It was a rough process, their bodies and magic needing months to adjust to the sudden freezing and reordering of their aging process. Some Fae had no control over their power—some lost it entirely during the time it took to Settle.

Basically it’s an excuse for SJM’s character to stay young appearing and beautiful forever. Because if you’re old in a SJM book you’re instantly not hot and therefore, not good enough for porn.

“How does she do it?” Aelin asked baldly. “With Rowan, it’s not … Every order I give him, even casual ones, are his to decide what to do with. Only when I actively pull on the bond can I get him to … yield. And even then it’s more of a suggestion.” “It is different with her,” Gavriel said softly. “Dependent on the ruler it is sworn to. You two took the oath to each other with love in your hearts. You had no desire to own or rule him.”

Are we really out here praising and kissing Alien’s ass for not treating her boyfriend like a slave? Are you fucking kidding me???? Next we’ll have them weeping in joy at Alien wiping her ass after taking a shit.

She gave him a little smile that she knew drove Rowan and Aedion insane, and—yes. It seemed it was a surefire way to piss off any Fae male, because ire flashed across Fenrys’s stupidly perfect face.

I fucking hate Alien. Also we get it, Fenrys is drop dead gorgeous like everyone else, you can stop now.

Fenrys’s edged smile flashed. “Oh, the losses of Fae lives would be of little concern to [Maeve]. It likely just increases her excitement about it.” “Careful,” Gavriel said. Gods, he nearly sounded identical to Aedion with that tone.

Hhhhhh stop I hate Assdion.... stop making me fucking have feelings over how much he resembles Gav....

“If we say she gave us the order to take everything,” Fenrys drawled, bracing his hands behind him on the bed, “will you kill us, Heir of Fire?” “It’ll depend on how useful you prove to be as an ally,” Aelin simply said. The weight hanging between her breasts beneath her shirt rumbled as if in answer.

“That’s it?” Fenrys demanded. “Do we get to know what you plan to do with this information, or are we just your lackeys, too?”

Sorry Fenrys, them’s the rules. You either bow down to SJM’s perfect snowflake protagonist or you’re a villain who deserves to be slut shammed and killed off.

Rowboat and Alien start making out. Skip!

Oh, gods—this. This was what drove her out of her mind—this fire between them. They could burn the entire world to ashes with it. He was hers and she was his, and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.

You’re just making out, it is literally not that deep. I hate SJM trying to sell her romances as epic world stoppers. No, you two are not Aragorn and Arwen. You both are just horny assholes who deserve to rot.

“Even when you’re in another kingdom, Aelin, your fire is still in my blood, my mouth.” She let out a soft moan, arching into him as his hand grazed her backside, not caring if anyone spotted them in the streets below.

JESUS CHRIST HAVE SOME RESTRAINT YOU SHAMELESS FUCKERS. And no, they don’t actually have sex here. Just you wait, SJM has something special in store for that.

Thank god this chapter is over. But it is only a preview into the madness SJM has in store for us several chapters down the road......

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti tog #anti sjm #anti eos

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bittertomato · 7 years ago

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Holy Witch War (the one that never happened)

Authors: This Tomato and @idunscrewedup

Fandoms: Little Witch Academia, Fate/stay-night, Fate/Apocrypha

Rated: T (for Mordred’s potty mouth)

Language: English

Pairings: N/A (though there are some instances of Akko being gay for Diana in riding pants).

FFN | AO3

Summary: “I ask of you, are you my Master?”

Author’s Notes:

So what happens when you put two authors who can’t plan fics for their life but love LWA and Fate together in one chat? This insanity.

This is crack. Please enjoy with a grain of salt LOL.

When you put a tomato and a wannabe knight together… you get madness XD (:D)

This is not beta’d or checked for errors. Tomato finished this at midnight while it is… three in the friggin morning for Bandit go the fuck to bed gdi. (Never :P)

“So… what I get is… we’re chosen to be ‘masters’ in this super secret war between witches where we have to kill each other for a cup? And we fight by summoning these spirits that are our ‘servants.’” Akko scratches her head and flings around the sheet of paper in her other hand. “That sounds… like some weird roleplay thing.”

Well, when Akko puts it that way.

Diana sighs. “The Holy Grail War is a traditional battle between mages for the Holy Grail, an omnipotent wish-granting device designed by three mages of old. The Masters summon Heroic Spirits from the Throne of Heroes as their weapons to fight in this war. This summoning is the highest level any spellcaster can perform. It is nothing short from performing miracles.”

“It still sounds like a roleplay thing.” But Akko doesn’t protest further and takes her place in the center of one of the three summoning circles.

“Is this… ethical?” Lotte asks to the side. “It sounds like a dangerous war.”

“Our teams basically won a weird lottery and suddenly Diana, Amanda, and Akko got weird bruises on their hands,” Sucy says. “But hey, we have permission from the professors. Can’t be that bad.”

Amanda ignores the side-discussion, “So what you’re telling me is we get to have an awesome battle and meet cool historic dudes? Sounds great!” she punches at the air, bouncing in place near her assigned circle.

“That is… essentially what we are doing, yes.” Diana doesn’t know if she has any more air to sigh. If she keeps this up, her soul will leave her body before Heart of Steel finishes. So she takes her place in one of the other summoning circles as well.

“We have to say it all at once, right?” Amanda brandishes the paper with the summoning chant.

“It is not necessary. Though I suppose it adds to the dramatic effect,” Diana says.

“Why is this so long?” Akko groans. “I guess having the paper helps.”

Chariot coughs at the front of the room. “Well, let’s not keep your Servants waiting! When you three are ready, you can begin.”

The girls take a deep breath and begin simultaneously,

“Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation

Let *all shout their team color*, the colour I pay tribute to

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

I hereby declare.

Your body shall serve under me.

My fate shall be your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail

If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here!

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,

Come forth from the ring of restraints,

Protector of the Holy Balance!”

A great wind picks up, full of sparks of magical energy, causing the hairs on the back of everyone’s neck to rise. Within three maelstroms, the magic begins to coalesce. It takes shape, and finally the wind retreats. Instead of circles of quicksilver, now there are three shapes, one kneeling before each girl.

The figure kneeling in front of Akko lifts her head and stands so that everyone can see the face beneath the white witch hat. The ornate staff in her hand strikes against the ground.

“I am Servant Rider. May I ask, are you my Master?”

The voice is familiar. The face is familiar. The clothes are weird - a combination of a witch’s uniform and traditional riding clothes - but everyone’s mouths drop open at this familiar person.

“Wh-WHY ARE THERE TWO DIANAS???!!!” Akko screams.

Actually, Akko’s not the only one who says that.

Lotte turns to Professor Chariot. “Is… is this right?”

Chariot doesn’t know what to say. “How should I know?! I haven’t watched any of the Fate series!”

Rider frowns. Her eyes first appraise her Master, then the other witches in the room. Everyone except the two figures in the other two summoning circles are familiar.

(This is not good.)

Rider sighs. “I see. Even in death, I cannot escape from you girls.”

Diana cannot take her eyes off of this woman who looks like a mixture of herself and her deceased mother.

“Who… who are you?”

Rider looks unimpressed. “I am not going to say something as cliche as ‘I am your mother’ or something along those lines. You should be smart enough to deduce the obvious answer.”

Oh, Diana knows who this person is. As if the obnoxious hair-flipping isn’t familiar enough. She just never would have thought she would have the ability to throw so much sarcasm in one sitting.

The other shapes, Servants, seem to ignore what’s going on around them. They stand up at the same time and begin to speak.

“I am Servant Saber!” Eerily, they pause at the same time before continuing, “and I ask of you, are you my Master?”

The one in front of Amanda has a dangerous edge to the question, like an unworthy person would be killed for their amusement. “I’m your Master, that is, if you’re up to snuff!”

No one ever said Amanda had a sense of self-preservation.

The figure loomed, somehow taller and more opposing as a strange metal noise starts. The horned helm of the impressive knight cracks open to reveal… a broadly smirking girl?

“I am the one true heir to Camelot, to the seat of Arthur Pendragon’s power. I am Sir Mordred, the knight of treachery!” A sword appears and they plant it in the ground in front of them, rocking forward excitedly, “Is that ‘up to snuff’?”

Amanda smiles, “Ah sweet, you’re a chick! A-” she breaks off for the very important task of trying not to be beheaded.

Everyone else turns away from staring at Diana and Rider to drop their jaws in Amanda’s direction.

“Is that supposed to happen?!” Lotte cries.

“I don’t know stop asking me!” Chariot cries back.

“Well, I guess Amanda really got the right Servant for her,” Sucy comments. “Just as hotheaded as her, apparently.”

The Servant springs into motion as soon as the word ‘chick’ finishes. “If you imply I’m a woman again, I will not hold back my anger. Do you understand?” The sword hovers less than an inch away from Amanda’s neck and the once-pleasant face is twisted in rage.

Amanda swallows. (I shouldn’t have been so thoughtless.) “Y-yes.”

Mordred nods and the sword vanishes.

Akko points at Mordred. “Uh, so if you’re not a girl, are you a guy?”

An intense gaze swivels to pin Akko, “I’m a Knight, son of King Arthur, what do you think?”

Akko gulps. “Okay, gotcha.” She looks up at Rider. “Um, why’d you step in front of me?”

Rider glares at Mordred but lowers her staff. “You are my Master. Although it appears I will be cooperating with these other Servants, in the end you are my priority.”

Akko blushes. “Um, that’s really nice of you?”

Rider raises an eyebrow. “Have I done anything to prove otherwise?” She directs a glare at her other counterpart.

Diana glares back. But before she can retort, her own Servant stands and takes her place in front of her Master.

“Likewise, I will not stand by as my Master is threatened,” the other Saber quips. “Even if we are allies, Rider.”

Mordred turns to look inquisitively at the other Saber.

Diana blinks at the Servant in front of her. The designated effect of the Servant protecting the Master is kind of mitigated due to the height difference. Unlike Rider and Akko, where the former is almost half a head taller than the latter how the hell did Diana grow so much?! LOL, Diana’s Servant is even shorter than Akko.

Her armor and dress assemble are breathtaking though.

“Servant Saber, am I correct?” Diana asks.

“Yes, Master. You may call me Saber,” Saber bows shallowly. This servant has no helm, like Rider. She fully turns to look around the room to survey the other occupants.

When Saber and Mordred make eye-contact, Mordred springs into motion once more; this time with a scream on his lips.

“ARTHURR.”

The sword is back in hand, a powerful overhead swing aimed at Saber.

“What now?!” Lotte and Chariot bemoan at the same time.

Sucy giggles. “I don’t know, but this is way more amusing than I thought it’d be.”

“How is the stupidity of two authors amusing?!” Lotte stops herself. “Oh, wait no you’re right. Of course authors would do something like this!!!”

Saber brings her hand up, but in the completely wrong place to block the blow. All but two are surprised when Mordred’s blade halts with a clang of metal. Mordred growls and what must be two swords clash again.

Diana’s eyes widen. “An invisible sword?” She shakes her head. “No, my obsession with swords is unimportant here. Amanda! Stop your Servant!”

Amanda finally responds, “Hey, stop! Mordred! What’re you even doing?!”

Mordred doesn’t respond, but also doesn’t continue attacking. After a pause he shoves his sword against Saber’s angrily, pushing her back slightly. Bitterly, he bites out, “Ask my Father.”

“Your what?!” Everyone screams.

“You’re a guy too?!” Akko points and shouts. “Wait, you’re King Arthur?!”

Rider frowns. “I suppose history has its inaccuracies.”

“Wow, Diana summoned a female King Arthur. Why am I not surprised?” Sucy drawls.

Diana’s eyes remain on her Servant. “You are… Arthur Pendragon? The King of Britain?”

Mordred stalks back to Amanda.

A sword appears in Saber’s hand, resplendent in its shine. “I…” Saber pauses for a moment, “I was King Arthur, yes.” A glare at Mordred, “King of Knights, wielder of Excalibur, owner of its sheath, Avalon, Arth- Arturia Pendragon, heir to Uther Pendragon. Rightful King of Britain, chosen by the sword Caliburn.” She makes a sweeping gesture with the sword and then it disappears again.

“And my Father, though he’d never say it,” Mordred spits.

Of all things to say, Akko chooses to say, “So… King Arthur is a girl… but her son is a guy.”

“That is to my understanding as well,” Rider says.

Amanda speaks up, “Well, I got the coolest Servant so you can all go home.”

“What did you say?!” Akko stomps up to Amanda and sticks her face into the American witch’s. “I have Diana. How can anyone be cooler than her?!”

“Akko, your gay is showing,” Sucy says.

“Mine’s all broody and has the best armor though,” Amanda points out, “He’s got a helmet that can,” Amanda mimics the way the helmet opened earlier with sound effects.

“Oh yeah? Servant!Diana has those tight pants that show off her curves!”

“AKKO, YOUR GAY IS SHOWING!!!” Lotte and Chariot shout.

Rider looks down. “Are my trousers truly that tight?”

Diana appraises her counterpart. “A bit. Where in the world did you get this outfit?”

Rider frowns. “I designed it myself. Is there a problem?”

“Quite a few.” Diana sighs. “I am truly disappointed that I would ever choose such clothes to wear in public.”

“The public’s opinion does not matter to me considering they burned me to death.”

Okay, before this takes a turn for more angst sasuga Tomato, let’s switch to the others.

Mordred shouts at Arturia again, “Still you refuse to acknowledge me?!”

“Your actions so far prove that I was not incorrect in my initial decision regarding you. I do not blame you for your circumstance of birth, but your own actions, certainly,” Arturia dismisses him.

Amanda places a hand on Mordred’s arm, voice soft, “I don’t think talking to her is going to make a difference. Please don’t start attacking again though.”

Mordred scoffs, shakes off Amanda’s hand, and turns from his father, helm reforming. He’s totally not crying it’s okay.

Akko does her best to ignore the two blondes next to her. “Yikes. Someone needs a good parent teacher conference meeting.”

“I am not mediating this,” Chariot protests.

“I believe you would need to find Merlin for this,” Diana says.

An angry growl comes from Mordred again, “MERLIN IS A WORTHLESS BASTARD,” but he makes no other moves.

Arturia sighs and turns to Diana, “To what end were we summoned? This situation does not appear to be traditional.”

“Our goal is to obtain the Holy Grail before the other four Masters. Akko, Amanda, and I have allied together to increase our chances for victory,” Diana replies. “Though I do not know why two Servants of the Saber class were summoned.”

Akko shrugs. “Maybe the gacha messed up and spat out the wrong Servant.”

Rider raises an eyebrow. “An alliance, you say?”

(Do they assume… Ah, so that is it. They have no idea that we are on separate teams. I suppose it is more amusing this way.)

Mordred snipes, “Guess you’re going to have to acknowledge me some, Father , if we’re to be working together. And I will crush you after our team is victorious.”

“Wait, after we have the grail why would you not disappear?” Amanda asks.

Mordred turns, “After we,” he motions from Amanda to himself, “get the grail and each make our wish, then yes.”

“No, it’s we,” Amanda motions to herself, Mordred, Diana, Saber, other!Diana, and Akko, “Win the grail. Our team.”

Mordred nods slowly, as if to a very small child or dumb person, “Our team,” he repeats Amanda’s motions, pointing at Arturia in particular with his middle finger, “works together and beats the other team, but then each Servant-Master pair fights to claim their wishes.” He stops nodding and watches Amanda for comprehension.

Amanda looks to Chariot for guidance, because this setup is sounding less like a fun time and more like certain death for two thirds of the group.

“I… honestly have no idea how any of this works,” Chariot groans.

“Well, it is not necessary to kill the Masters,” Rider explains. “It is frequently a battle tactic simply to rid the possibility of the Master forming a contract with another Servant after their original is killed.”

“So… just to take the Masters out of the game, right?” Akko asks.

Rider nods. “The other reason is to cut off the Servant’s magic supply. The Masters serve to provide the necessary magical energy to keep our forms in the material world. If we do not have energy magic energy to supply us, we will simply fade and return to the Throne of Heroes.”

Diana hums. “Not to mention Masters are only humans, whereas Servants are powerful familiars. They are easier targets compared to Servants.”

Akko nods. “Oh. Okay, I can see why you guys would target the Masters.”

Amanda nods at Mordred, “Thank you, I think we understand now.”

“BREAK!” Hannah and Barbara suddenly call out.

Constanze has the robot that provides stage lighting lower her and Jasminka to the ground. She gives everyone a thumbs up as Jasminka ushers all of the witches to the refreshment table for a quick break.

No one really understands why Arturia is eating more than half the food on the table so fast. It’s not like anyone can compete with a Servant?! How can such a small body fit so much food?!

Mordred and Rider linger behind.

“So… our Masters have no idea, do they?” Mordred asks.

Rider sighs. It is so reminiscent of a certain ace of Luna Nova. Not that Mordred would know.

“No, they have no idea that they are actually on three separate teams.”

“How’d those idiots mess up that bad?”

“Most likely a mistake in the summoning. Even a single word can have such a profound effect.”

Mordred grimaces. “You’re one of those magic users, aren’t you?”

Rider raises an eyebrow. She does not like the disdain this knight is showing her. “And what of it?”

Mordred scoffs, but it isn’t aimed at Rider. “Hey! That’s my food!”

Mordred leaps toward the table and engages in a war against Arturia for who can eat more food. It leaves none of the witches anything to eat. But it’s far more amusing to watch father and son have an eating contest than sating their own hunger.

Rider frowns. “Why does it feel like I am dealing with another Amanda…?”

Author’s Notes:

Honestly, this all started after we both saw Ticcy’s commission for ZhaneX_C (the one with Saber!Diana and Rin!Akko). And then we started talking about how hilarious it’d be if Arturia and Mordred were summoned on the same team and have to cooperate. And then I mentioned how I would love a Servant!Diana. And well… now we’re here.

The colors portion of the summoning chant totally don’t mean anything important. Nope, not at all… lol…

Fun Fact:

Diana, Akko, and Rider!Diana’s parts are written by Tomato while Amanda, Mordred, and Arturia’s parts are written by Bandit (aka idunscrewedup).

#little witch academia #lwa #fate #diana cavendish #akko kagari #amanda o'neil #atsuko kagari #mordred #arturia pendragon #i honestly don't know how to tag the characters #idunscrewedup #tomato tries to write #this is pure crack #we had an idea and ran with it

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runawaymarbles · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @amuletgays

1. nicknames: Ames

2. gender: female

3. star sign: Taurus

4. height: 5′11

5. time: is this the current time or my birth time? Because the current time is 10:37 and my birth time is “I don’t want Hailey and Elizabeth looking up my full chat”

6. birthday: April 27th

7. favorite bands: Wolf Parade, Imagine Dragons, AWOLNATION

8. favorite solo artists: Sia, Neko Case, Kesha

9. song stuck in my head: not a song, just the “dead Cthulhu waits dreaming” chant because i’m reading Call of Cthulhu right now and it’s going decently.

10. last movie i watched: Guardians of the Galaxy

11. last show i watched: Runaways

12. when did i create my blog: 2011

13. what do i post: some shit

14. last thing i googled: Wolf Parade, to find out if it was a band or a solo artist, because I don’t really have favorite bands or artists as much as I have favorite songs.

15. do i have any other blogs: @is-there-gay-in-it which I run with Hailey and need to update

16. do i get asks: sometimes, mostly for is there gay.

17. why i chose my url: I came up with it when I recreated my nanowrimo account summer after 9th grade and never changed it.

18. following: 437 lucky lucky folks

19. followers: 3,175

21. average hours of sleep: if I don’t get at least eight I die

22. lucky number: don’t have one

23. instruments: I used to play the saxophone

24. what am i wearing: fuzzy purple pajamas

26. dream job: travel photographer, book cover design that I get paid for, graphic designer for movie props, that guy who gets to go scuba diving at pirate wrecks and just picks up pieces of eight with his own two hands and his only qualification was being a SCUBA certified man in the 90s or something and I have a SCUBA certification so that makes me just as qualified gdi

27. dream trip: going back to Europe, driving down both Americas, that cross country road trip Bekah and I keep talking about

28. favorite food: deep dish stuffed spinach pizza, well cooked meat, piroshki,

29. nationality: American

30. favorite song right now: Gold and Believer by Imagine Dragons, I’ve been listening to Handclap a lot because it motivates me to do things, Hymn,

Tagging: I think most people have already been tagged so if you haven’t been tagged just say I tagged you

#about me #tag meme

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bonenzone · 8 years ago

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It’s Lexie checking in and so much to talk about, Rei. Gah.

1. Love your manip of BE Beauty and the Beast Prince for the Bonenzo awards. Damn. Girl did good.

2. Yes, Yassssssssssssss! “Bonnie and Enzo all dressed up in their perfect dazzling best” I sent it in to the universe and we’re getting it. So pretty with the bow tie and the green dress and the lights. We better get the old people dancing too and this time in front of that envious public, gdi. Also the rest, all the rest that I wished for, it’s coming I tell ya. The universe does not let me down.

3. And no Rei I didn’t see that my words were posted on twitter. You see, God specifically banned me from joining the twitterverse. And for my own damn good. You know those creepy, inappropriate people that always tweet/comment ‘send nudes’ or something equally crass. Well that would be the full summation of my tweets only insert ‘send armporn pics’ and the occasional abdominal V request to mix things up a little. And well I know think MM would block me. So no Twitter. But thank you to my following fellow BE fangirls for appreciating and spreading my wishlist. I should send that as my BonenzoAwards entry. Because lazy yet still being supportive to the BE fam by participating.

4. MM’s new song Scars has scarred me right on my already black heart. I love it, it’s gorgeous. Beautiful instrumental. It suits TVD and the themes so perfectly. Only wish BE could have featured during the song and montage. But what a talented individual our MM is. And I agree T, MM’s hand writing is so flawless and beautiful and unique. He could get his own font, that guy.

5. I agree with that anon that thinks KG has a crush on PW. I have always felt she had one watching them off screen together. TBH I have a crush on PW, like he’s exactly the type of guy I should be with. As Stefan he does nothing for me, as a standalone guy that walked past me in the street, not much either. But his personality totally makes him. He’s sarcastically charming and has exceptional impulsive wit and a dry sense of humor and is a bit of a smartass and I find myself very attracted to him. Nobody wanted to know that but there you go.

6. Lastly a HALLELUJAH to Julie’s BE tweets.

BE are in the finale. BE are in the finale. BE are in the finale.

BE are getting a deserving happy ending. BE are getting a deserving happy ending. BE are getting a deserving happy ending.

BE are getting sex SEX. BE are getting sex SEX. BE are getting sex SEX.

I mean, c'mon, the only unpredictable thing that could happen to BE is onscreen sex. NO BEFORES, NO AFTERS. ABSOLUTELY DURING THE ACTION ONSCREEN SEX. The universe does not let down. LOL!

7. I know I said lastly above but I have a theory to add. Also points 3 and 6 make me seem like some kind of old, creepy, lonely, perv with not an ounce of intelligent discussion to bring to the table and I will not sign off like that, think of my reputation.

There are three couples on the show atm that could get a happy ending, DE, SC, BE. Now I don’t see a finale with everything wrapped up like a nice little present with three happily ever after’s and a pretty little bow on top…

I see one major death, so one of the 3 leads. Elena’s definitely going to wake up, if they were going to kill her they would have done it already when she left. So Nina’s definitely coming back and therefore they won’t have E wake up only to kill D.

So that leaves Stefan. I also see one wedding and I think since SC June wedding was so important in the fandom, there’s already been a proposal, SC will get the wedding but in an episode before the finale episode. It’ll be short lived and bitter sweet as in the finale I see the heart-breaking moment going to Defan and SC with Stefan sacrificing himself for his brother and/or wife/friends/twins and dying. Leaving Caroline not technically split up from Stefan and actually choosing him yet free to enter TO and a sl with Klaus.

And since DE is the biggest, most epic couple of the show, fan or not it’s a fact, they will get the first happily ever after and she will wake up and be unlinked from Bonnie in the finale and I see BE getting the second biggest romantic moment in the finale with Enzo proposing to Bonnie thus getting another happily ever after.

Hey girl!!

Thank you, I have a proper finished version I have to actually enter. I should get onto that… lol

This is what we get for putting that positive energy into the universe, babe. It’s all coming together 😘

BAHAHAHA this is why we get along so well.

It really is gorgeous, hey? I love how he’s progressing and developing as an artist. This is exactly the kind of wistful and soulful indie stuff I love with a deep male vocal like his set to just a guitar. A kinda Hozier-type vibe? It’s a sound all his own but I really do love that song. He’s been working hard.

Lmao no I … I know exactly what you mean. I like how girls find stuff like this hot and guys are purely just the physical. I wasn’t feeling him either but my eyes have been opened.

I also like that this is your take away from JP’s tweets.This is naturally what she was implying, you are so right 😂😂 I’m pretty sure the recent synopsis stating they’ll be taking a romantic road trip is where this spec of yours comes into play.

“Think of my reputation” lol. Girl, this is exactly what I’m thinking!! I have nothing to support it and just like you it’s just spec that we’ve come up with, but it makes a lot of sense at this point. Of course I don’t want to lose Stefan but I can see him sacrificing himself or them killing Cade and him taking his place. All this DE build up is not going to be for nothing, and the only real way to save TO’s at this point with the ratings is to send Candice to TO’s so you’d think they’d leave her relationship status open ended. I kinda hope we’re wrong, but at the same time it makes so much sense.

Always a pleasure, Lexie 😘😘

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gulescamisade · 7 years ago

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Virginia: Day 2

DAVENFORTH: -Here they are, on the road. The trees wiz by as Takoda rolls them along. Davenforth is awake right now, watching the scenery and trying to figure out exactly what the fuck is going on while a cold fish cuddles and snoozes on while being covered in various warming apparel-

MAYOR: -chewing on a delicious seat-

HIGHBLOOD: =The warm smell of a hot, fresh banana cream pie slowly seeps from the back=

RILEY: -she awakens to the smell of banana cream pie, opening her eyes from a snoring and drooling deep sleep against derek. she sits up and tiredly looks around for the source-

HIGHBLOOD: =its him, or rather the pie on the little table he's got propped up over his lap. A bowl of sliced bananas next to it, he lays the slices gently on the whipped surface of the pie=

DAVENFORTH: -Grumbles something about "clown magic" -

QIRIN: =Softest of tummy gurgles.=

QIRIN: =Gently places a hand over her own face.=

MAYOR: -all you SUCKERS can get hungry over pies if you want. It's not even green?-

HIGHBLOOD: =he might have green pies, who knows=

DAVENFORTH: -He really wouldn't recommend eating a juggalo party bus seat. Do you know what's been on these things?-

PENNY: -wakes up next to the mayor and groaaans. She is not feeling too hot right now. Also reaches over and tries to push the Mayor away from his seat eating.- dude no thats so gnarly.

DAVENFORTH: Marinated in sex sweat and faygo

GAIZKA: =Sleeping Meditating under a pile of those fuzzy rainbow robes. Legs kickied up against the side wall of the bus. Flicks an ear.= GAIZKA: only MoThErFuCkInG marinade WhAt will Do. =Tired bemused mumbling.=

QIRIN: Ugghhghghg

HIGHBLOOD: =Gaizka better be in the back with him= amen on that shit usual but nastyass blaspheme soaked up in it my motherfucker

DAVENFORTH: Still salty about that huh

DAVENFORTH: You know its not a religion on earth its more of a cult

DAVENFORTH: One condy probably brought here

MAYOR: ? -offers a handful of gross chair stuffing to penny-

HIGHBLOOD: =quirks eyebrow= .... one ought have words and extremities for her if that so be the realness, ain't too farfetched

GAIZKA: =If the back is where one has room for two 9 feet+ clowns then in the back he is. He hums.= stray souls in NeEd of some GuIdIn' AsSiSt or so it go. be So HiThEr, DiThEr or in the UnBrEaThAbLe.

DAVENFORTH: Do either of you know how a magnet works

HIGHBLOOD: in the unbreathable gaiz, they already been tainted =Shows finished banana cream pie to Davenforth, he will pie you=

PENNY: ... bro no. -nudges Mayor's hand away-

MAYOR: -Picky eaters... he offers a green crayon from inside of his tattered rags. U NEED TO EAT. sustain your internal skeleton.-

LIFERA: -she's only vaguely awake, wanting very much to hibernate a bit, but fins flick and she peers up around Dave's shoulder to look back at Gaizka.- ... -Grumpy glub.-

DAVENFORTH: -Answer the question. Also he will eat that entire pie-

GAIZKA: =Shrugs a shoulder underneath the pile.= if so a HoLy BrOtHeR pReAcH. =You do you man. Everyone just feel yourselves.= GAIZKA: magnets got tHeM mAgNeTiC aEsThEtIc AtTrAcT themselves some FrEnEtiC.

DAVENFORTH: -This is why he likes you Gaizka-

PENNY: bro........... PENNY: hey big guy are you sharing that pie? I think this dude needs it more than anybody.

MAYOR: -EXCUSE-

DAVENFORTH: Thats just how he eats

PENNY: Im gonna call bullshit on the whole concept of eating then.

HIGHBLOOD: =reaches a long arm to put a potholder on Riley's head. Then balance the pie on it, assembles another one while putting a whole plate of corn muffins with honey glaze on the Gaizka pile= motherfucker seem mightily content

GAIZKA: =Shakes his head out of the pile to peer at the muffins placed upon him. He's just gonna help himself, thanks brosef.= GAIZKA: =Holds a muffin up in Lifera's direction and tilts his head quizzingly. Why the grumpy glubs? Have a muffin.=

DAVENFORTH: -Trying his best to keep Lifera as warm as possible.-

RILEY: -keeps completely still- is there a pie on my head or am i still asleep?

LIFERA: ... -Smiles a little and takes the muffin. Bites it in half in one sharp slice of teeth and offers some to Davenforth.-

DAVENFORTH: (Nah you go ahead baybe im good)

RILEY: -takes the whole thing off her head and DIGS IN-

RILEY: -SHE IS HUNGRY-

GAIZKA: =Takes the opportunity to dump some of the rainbow robes on Lifera and Davenforth since he's getting up now apparently.= :o)

DAVENFORTH: -Gdi-

GAIZKA: AiN't any proper LoVeBiRdInG nest without SoMe FuZzIeS. =He got you homies.= ;o)

LIFERA: -SWALLOWS MUFFIN and snrks.- T)(ANKS seaweedie. -shh... we're married.-

DAVENFORTH: -Ceremony date is pending-

LIFERA: -not us me and Gaizka?? SHEESH.-

LIFERA: 3;*

DAVENFORTH: -Wasted-

GAIZKA: =They can all get married and become goat farmers in the alps. He gives Lifera a lopsided grin.= any ol' time AnGeLfIsH.

TAKODA: -still driving- }8) -he's smiling, wide eyed and trying to stay awake.-

LIFERA: -soft glubs... she loves this clownfish. Speaking of love and this clownfish, she glances over at their driver.- Are you still ocray up there, Takoda?

DAVENFORTH: You want me to take over koda

TAKODA: ... TAKODA: THAT WOULD PROBABLY BE W1SE, 1F WE SW1TCHED...

DAVENFORTH: Get some rest buddy -Smooches Lifs head and gets up to head up front-

TAKODA: -pulls off to the side of the road at the first opportunity-

GAIZKA: =Looks over Liffy while she glances away. Does her hair need a brushin'..?=

DAVENFORTH: -He is the captain now, and he takes a seat, getting them moving again. Where even are they headed? We just don't know, but it would probably be wise to stop at a gas station soon-

QIRIN: =they can always grab a hose and steal gas=

QIRIN: =she was a teenager, once=

GAIZKA: =One does not simply stop being a teenager.=

TAKODA: -wanders towards the back with the clowns and finds himself a seat. he should sleep but... now that he's not distracted by driving his thoughts are racing. darn it.-

GAIZKA: =Welcome to Clowntown. Have a rainbow robe. He drapes it around Takoda's shoulders while humming. Strategically sings out some of the lyrics lowkey.= (can't you see, you're my delight,) =Hum hum.= (just feel like, i won't get you, out of my mind.) =What's up here come dat thought and it's gay as hell.=

TAKODA: -geez... he's still not used to being spoiled with affection like this.- HEHEHE... THANK YOU...

GAIZKA: ;o)c GAIZKA: you feel on PeAcHy KeEn, BrOtHeR? been up on them WhEeLs for LoNg PaSs.

TAKODA: 1'M F1NE... JUST T1RED, 1S ALL. BUT ALSO, RESTLESS?

GAIZKA: yeah? how you ReCkOn that NoIsE AlLs up work? need HiM some PaCiN' or be ThEm ReStLeSs NoTeS of the MiNdSpAcE?

LIFERA: -her hair always needs brushing and is just past her shoulders now... it grows fast. She's spying on those two now, and maybe sliding closer. Lend her your warmth and your cuteness.-

LIFERA: 38)

TAKODA: 1T'S, UH, 1N THE HEAD, MOSTLY... -notices lifera APPROACHING- TAKODA: ... H1.

GAIZKA: seem none act keep SuChIn ThOuGhT FlOw WaNdErInGs at bay. =Sees Lifera slide n scoot on over, and thus lifts one of his big barrel arms. He's big enough for everyone to lend warmth to.=

GAIZKA: and this HoMeTtE? got just them BoD wAnDeRs or MiNd Be AlL iNcLuSiVe?

LIFERA: -squirms her round little self under his arm and snugs close, sighing.- Oh, I'm all thought out, I'm shore. My little ones are taken care of...

LIFERA: -And she's pretty prepared to throw herself into any oncoming frays, swords, bullets, etcetera. She doesn't really need to think much for that.-

GAIZKA: =Lowers his arm to wrap around her once she's snug like a bug in a rug.= AlLs them LiL ThOuGhTwAvEs done up and gone with themselves on the MoThErFuCkInG breeze. i feel you SiStEr.

DAVENFORTH: -Driving gives him time to focus, which for Dave maybe isn't the best thing but oh well. Earth was radically different since he last visited, and he still had no clue what was going on. Undoubtedly, Condy was behind the madness but...why split them up like this but leave them with means of communication? Was she that cocky? Taking a look at their fuel gauge, he figures they have a few more hours of travel time. He'll stop at the nearest gas station when he sees it.-

RILEY: - are you trying to focus Dave because get ready to be brocused. That pie she had is destroyed by now with no trace left. She plants herself in the seat nearest to the drivers- hey.

PENNY: -YEAH YOU GO UP THERE. She's gonna make herself cozy with the grand pieblood too.-

RILEY: -we got a mutual friend now suck on that-

LIFERA: Glub...

LIFERA: I just want to help in whatebber way is N-E-ED-ED.

LIFERA: I don't think my other skrills are of much use here.

PENNY: -GAAAHHHH-

HIGHBLOOD: =If she really is peeping at him he's downing a 2 liter of faygo like its nothing.... which incomparison to him..... it isn't. Peace signs at her=

PENNY: haha same. -she would guzzle something... IF SHE HAD IT.- PENNY: so uh. what do I gotta do to get a pie from you?

HIGHBLOOD: ain't nothin gotta get down lil sismiss HIGHBLOOD: shit doth occur in the time it's done dued up, you just ain't found it yet =She should check under her seat=

HIGHBLOOD: =He looks downward too actually=

PENNY: .... -follows his gaze. Is he looking at the pie??-

HIGHBLOOD: =He's looking under her seat, directly under the human buttsit, it's in a box with a big :o) on the top=

PENNY: oh shit.

PENNY: -reaches down to pull it out and pops the lid.- crouching pie hidden breakfast.

PENNY: thanks big guy. youre a real ten foot bro.

PENNY: sorry Im having a hard time getting past the whole...

PENNY: -spreads her hands wide- thing.

HIGHBLOOD: ain't no apologies needed

HIGHBLOOD: dunno your shit and ain't gonna pry lil sismiss

HIGHBLOOD: as it is it'll be, can't get its ass no other kinda way, you dig?

PENNY: that is. EXACTLY how I feel thank you.

PENNY: -there's probably not a fork in here right?? She's gonna try to nibble this pie with no hands.-

HIGHBLOOD: =Whats a fork=

PENNY: -yeah that's what she thought-

PENNY: ish pree goo tho.

PENNY: youre the real star of this road trip.

HIGHBLOOD: =compliments on his bakes, hell ye. Shimmers= truth on the quality confectionaries though butterance ain't needed

HIGHBLOOD: here not to be no star but keepin the dream alive as i is and am everywhere :o)

PENNY: dont think anyones ever called me the dream before. -SNRK-

DAVENFORTH: Sup -He's starting to get all focused and serious.-

HIGHBLOOD: ain't everybody got them eyes for prizes sismiss ;o)

PENNY: oh shit. I do like you. -scoops banana whip into her mouth with a hand because fuck it she's hungry and the handless approach isn't working-

HIGHBLOOD: tend to be an agreeable motherfucker what with all mine charm and beauty =chinhands=

PENNY: you are hella both in large quantities to no ones surprise. pretty sure everything about you is large. -eats pie contemplatively.-

HIGHBLOOD: in comparison and proportion :o)

PENNY: okay so real question. how many of these pies could you put down?

HIGHBLOOD: damn...... i mix varieties up in my eatins don't gorge on a single thing till a brofo am full....

HIGHBLOOD: ain't never tried but now got reason to do so :o0

PENNY: you gotta. for science.

PENNY: but mostly cuz I wanna see you eat like fifty pies.

HIGHBLOOD: oh fifty is easy

HIGHBLOOD: that ain't a thang sismiss

RILEY: you've got that look going on. i think it's time for some music.

HIGHBLOOD: =Music..... should be break out the sax=

PENNY: hell... yes??? this guy knows his limits and also his lack of them. God bless.

HIGHBLOOD: gotta be in peace with your mind and vessle sismiss

HIGHBLOOD: can do wonderous things

DAVENFORTH: Only music this bus has is icp if you want that be my guest

HIGHBLOOD: =Don't. He's breaking out the sax, that's it=

TAKODA: WE COULD ALL S1NG, AND PLAY MUS1C, 1F WE ARE THE K1NDS, WHO KNOW HOW TO PLAY 1NSTRUMENTS.

TAKODA: WH1CH 1 DO. AND 1 KNOW FOR A FACT, A LOT OF YOU HERE DO. }:o -at ghb's sax-

HIGHBLOOD: =Now that he's looking at it, yup. Here goes him, playing old pop songs from hundreds of years ago https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQxO32lKszo =

PENNY: -SWAYS. This is the best thing that could have possibly happened.-

MAYOR: -percussions on the cans-

DAVENFORTH: -He appreciates the irony but he needs a cigarette-

HIGHBLOOD: =He's fuckin it up on the sax, its just giving you too much life Davenforth=

DAVENFORTH: -A bowl. He needs a bowl. But he doesn't want to lose his focus. He doesn't fight as well under the influence as he used to...-

HIGHBLOOD: =Haha you're old=

DAVENFORTH: -No he just leads a more sober lifestyle-

PENNY: -OLD AS FUCK.-

HIGHBLOOD: =Both, but good on you man. This one goes out to you. Doots soulfully=

RILEY: that sax though.

RILEY: -with all the ruckus at least she can talk to him- you doing okay?

DAVENFORTH: Peachy fucking keen

RILEY: like shit. okay.

RILEY: now we're getting somewhere.

DAVENFORTH: Riri im good just trying to piece together what the actual fuck is going on

RILEY: is this actually something you can piece together? you're gonna stress yourself out thinking about it too much. we have a destination, we just have to get there.

DAVENFORTH: Fuck i dunno but ive gotta try and were a long ass way from minnesota

RILEY: you ever been to minnesota before?

DAVENFORTH: Once dont really remember it

RILEY: yeah. i've never been. had like one show scheduled there but i didn't go. just cuz it was minnesota.

DAVENFORTH: -Taps at the steering wheel-

RILEY: -glances over at him-

RILEY: -y u tap dat-

DAVENFORTH: -He's fine this is all fine.-

RILEY: -time to distract him- so you're legally dead, right.

DAVENFORTH: Dave skellington is me not so much im like missing or presumed dead or some shit just waiting to pop up at my own funeral like some kind of shitty clickbait article the empress of the universe thought he was dead what happened next will warm your heart

DAVENFORTH: Schrodingers asshole

RILEY: wow. that makes so much sense.

DAVENFORTH: I was my own agent

DAVENFORTH: I never revealed dave skellingtons identity to the public

DAVENFORTH: And when he got assassinated i was around him but my death was never confirmed just presumed

RILEY: damn. i should have done that. pulled a hannah montana like you did.

DAVENFORTH: It made shit stupid difficult

RILEY: yeah probably because literally everyone knew who you were.

DAVENFORTH: I worked hard for it

RILEY: weren't there like babies whose first words were dave?

DAVENFORTH: Probably

RILEY: -she pauses- you got a killer headache, huh?

DAVENFORTH: You dont want your babies first word to be dave

RILEY: -there it is- nope.

DAVENFORTH: Sucks to be you

RILEY: there's no possible way that's happening.

DAVENFORTH: -Shrugs-

DAVENFORTH: You doing alright

RILEY: -smug- you don't want your kids' first word to be riley?

DAVENFORTH: It was suh

RILEY: not a word.

DAVENFORTH: Sup is absolutely a word

RILEY: newborns can say suh.

DAVENFORTH: Can they say bro and dude

RILEY: really?

DAVENFORTH: Jinjin is a very talented baby

RILEY: damn trolls and their accelerated development.

DAVENFORTH: You hatin on my baby

RILEY: i'm jealous.

DAVENFORTH: Why you get to enjoy all that cute shit longer

RILEY: no, i mean i'm jealous I didn't grow up that fast.

DAVENFORTH: Wait youre grown up

RILEY: -such a glare- you are SO funny. just a comedic class act.

DAVENFORTH: I was voted most likely to die by cocaine overdose

DAVENFORTH: Also best dressed

RILEY: who are we polling?

JODIE: - shuffles around in the back somewhere. she's extremely hung over-

DAVENFORTH: Well that one was my high school class

QIRIN: =Now Jodie...imagine the greasiest pizza you have ever laid eyes on. Oil is literally dripping from the cheese. YUM.=

JODIE: - she's barely even conscious and she already wants this in her body-

RILEY: nice. great categories. -lifts her head- okay who fucking has pizza?

QIRIN: =I do. An imaginary one.=

DAVENFORTH: -Babe chill-

RILEY: wait. -groans- blaming my bad sense of smell on the baby.

JODIE: - she wants REAL pizza-

DAVENFORTH: I mean they were right werent they

RILEY: close enough. i don't think i was voted into anything. it would have been most likely to go to juvie for truancy.

JODIE: anybody got some water?

JODIE: -HER VOICE IS HOARSE. she got black out drunk and is now reaping the benefits.-

RILEY: -GIRL-

JODIE: -rubbing eyes.-

DAVENFORTH: -Nope only whiskey-

DAVENFORTH: You didnt miss much

JODIE: cool.

RILEY: somebody had a party last night.

QIRIN: =she slowly rose to her feet and handed her an unopened water bottle= ^_^

JODIE: -blessed woman. makes a smooching sound at her and then CHUGS IT-

QIRIN: =dear lord=

QIRIN: If I may interject... Perhaps slower consumption will aid you better...

JODIE: that was like a pre-party. imma wait til we have something to celebrate before i pull out all the stops.

JODIE: -GLUG GLUG???-

QIRIN: =mainly she doesn't want her to choke=

RILEY: you can't get her to slow down.

RILEY: it's impossible.

JODIE: -drinks half the bottle and passes it on back-

JODIE: -fishes in her purse and reapplies lip balm- thanks bby.

QIRIN: It's quite all right, please keep it. =YOU MAY NEED IT LATER=

JODIE: oh sweet. after i drink it all i can pee in the bottle.

JODIE: save us time.

JODIE: -TOSSES IT IN HER PURSE-

QIRIN: =frog god help her=

JODIE: i swear i can get it all in without a stray drop. it's a talent.

DAVENFORTH: Theres a bathroom -If you can call it that-

JODIE: damn. fancy ass bus.

RILEY: a bottle actually might be preferable.

JODIE: -MIGHT BE A LITTLE DISAPPOINTED THAT SHE CAN'T SHOW OFF HER TALENT.-

RILEY: -has to pee aLL THE TIME THANKS RYAN-

RYAN: -rihanna winks from the womb-

RILEY: -GIRL!!!!-

DAVENFORTH: -Hark! Is that a gas station he sees in the distance?-

RILEY: -PLEASE JESUS-

DAVENFORTH: -Indeed it is! Davenforth pulls into the station. Is it abandoned we just don't know yet.-

DEREK: -eyes out the window-

DAVENFORTH: Alright kids its time for a rest

RILEY: i'm really fucking hungry. does this place have those rent a showers? not like i have any earth money on me. do they accept that anymore?

DAVENFORTH: -Shrugs-

QIRIN: What of trading?

RILEY: -blinks at qirin for a moment- oh. yeah! that.

DEREK: -stands up and stretches-

DAVENFORTH: Pretty sure they dont accept third borns

DAVENFORTH: Lets see if this place isnt abandoned first -Looks at Derek like you coming with?-

RILEY: -she's already walking out the bus-

DEREK: -HELL YEAH HE IS. nods at the brother and trots on after-

DAVENFORTH: -Hops off the bus-

DAVENFORTH: So if there aint anyone in there you think you remember how to do that thing behind the counter to get free gas

RILEY: -there better be some FOOD IN HERE-

DEREK: Sure I do. -ok hand- I got this.

RILEY: get us some fuel, baby.

DAVENFORTH: -Heads on in-

DAVENFORTH: Anybody home

RILEY: -curiously looks around. what's this place look like anyway-

QIRIN: Honestly. At the very least write an IOU.

DAVENFORTH: -It's much akin to a good sized seven eleven. Hot dog and pizza machine, aisles of snacks with the cooler section in the back with drinks. There's even a tv on the wall with the latest news. Everything is up and running but Davenforth notes it's quiet-

QIRIN: =what's on the telly?=

RILEY: -if there's no one in here she's gonna take some shit and run. she's checking some expiration dates on some chips to make sure-

DAVENFORTH: -Deez nuts-

DEREK: -peeks behind the counter casually. nobody's there, but maybe they're just in the bathroom or the back room or something. either way, he's hopping over the counter to do his thing.-

DAVENFORTH: -There's probably something on tv about policies the New dual juggalo presidents are going to be enacting. Boring stuff honestly. Oh yeah, Two juggalos won the presidency. Davenforth is trying to figure out how to make some tea for folks. Everyone is cold.-

RILEY: -she's stuffing her arms full of stuff like cheap hot dogs and sandwiches and donuts and a whole bunch of shit before just straight up slippin it in the sylladex. there's a bathroom and she's going to take this opportunity while it's here. tHERE sHE GOES-

DAVENFORTH: I can see why you married her

DEREK: -grins as he watches her go. she scurry.- Yeah... We used to get into all kinds of shit back in the way.

DAVENFORTH: Youre always getting into shit -He too, is stuffing his sylladex full of shit, non perishable food, water, Gatorade, microwavable burritos and pizza rolls...until he actually hears the named shaggy 2 dope and violent j. Now the tv has his full fucking attention-

RILEY: -busts out of the restrooms- okay, guys, i-- -she sees dave looking at the tv so she also is looking at the tv and not believing anything she's seeing right now-

QIRIN: =trying to ignore all this petty crime happening=

QIRIN: Can you believe it? =She's paritially asking herself that question=

DAVENFORTH: That would explain the rise of the juggalos

RILEY: -frowns- you sure this isn't one of those sketch comedy shows? or a mockumentary?

DAVENFORTH: Afraid not

DEREK: -furrows brows at the tv- Whats the point of fucking the planet over to this degree? Did all the Alternian imperialized planets get this kinda treatment?

RILEY: this is fucking ridiculous. how is this a thing? who made this a thing?

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The LS Turns 20 … and Retires

It’s enough to give the rest of the V-8 world an inferiority complex. Big, V-8 engines are very much an American thing while the rest of the world seems to prefer buzzy little four cylinders or perhaps quiescent electric motors. But here in the land of the free and home of More Torque, our preferences lie with big, powerful two-valve pushrod engines.

Perhaps it’s appropriate that the movie The Lost World, Jurassic Park opened in 1997, the same year as the LS1. Appropriate because this latest iteration of the small-block Chevy really made the Gen I small-block seem antediluvian. In a quick two decades, even that original LS1 now seems frail compared to today’s steroidal Gen V technology.

We thought it might be fun to look back at how far this all-aluminum small-block has progressed, make some comparisons, and track its progression from the humble LS1 to the assertive Gen V LT1 and big-brother LT4.

Legacy is an appropriate descriptor that’s often applied to the Gen III family of engines that grew out of the Gen I small-block of 1955. The LS1 retained several important design aspects, including the small-block’s 4.400-inch bore spacing as well as the same bellhousing bolt pattern. This nod to the past was no accident. These simple steps allowed car builders to easily adapt the new LS to older cars, creating a whole new segment of the performance industry.

While the Gen III is architecturally more similar than different compared to its Eisenhower-era predecessor with pushrods, two valves per cylinder, and a wedge combustion chamber, that’s pretty much where the similarities end. Besides the deep-skirted block that adds strength, the most significant changes were all in the cylinder heads. Port flow increased dramatically, accompanied by a radical shift from a 23-degree valve angle to a much flatter and flow-enhancing 15-degree angle accompanied by attendant changes in the ports that complemented the valve angle. Plus, a far flatter and more efficient combustion chamber allowed a welcomed increase in compression. The changes not only added power but were accompanied by improved fuel economy and lower exhaust emissions. This was the engineering equivalent of a trifecta.

Taking a somewhat broader view, improving power and efficiency can only be achieved with control. If we look at the Gen III, it is a study in controlling events. The engine control Unit (ECU) knows not only where the crank is at all times but the camshaft as well and can manipulate performance and mileage with injector pulse width, electronic throttle control (ETC), and timing.

The ECU knows when the engine detonates and can adjust for that on the fly, compensating for elevated engine inlet air temperature, all while making tuning adjustments in millisecond increments. Even the smallest of the Gen III engines, the 4.8L and 5.3L truck engines, enjoyed major power improvements over the Gen I and II designs.

The first big performance enhancement came with the LS6 bumping power by 55 hp to 405. It was clear a horsepower race was enjoined with the appearance of the 427ci, 7.0L LS7 touting 505 hp and 470 lb-ft of torque. Everybody wanted an LS7. It reminded the older guys of the rock ’n’ roll ’60s, right down to the RPO numbers. But what was this? A factory V-8 with a dry-sump oiling system? Only race cars have dry sumps. The sprint was now a full-on stampede. What could they do to top an LS7?

The LS2 actually predated the LS7 and quickly experienced a few minor improvements that were sufficient to call it a Gen IV engine. This engine enjoyed a displacement bump to 6.0 liters with a 4.00-inch bore and base power of 400 hp, but that remained only for a short time until the LS3 debuted. Here was where the promise of big power began its climb.

Engine guys could see the telltale signs with the single Internet digital image of those rectangle-shaped intake ports. Those ports where huge, everyone said. And the power numbers jumped again along with displacement now up to 6.2 liters (375 inches). Could it get any better? Absolutely!

The horsepower escalator was hooked directly to GM’s dyno cell and those guys in the white coats were pushing all the right power buttons. You can only get so much from using atmospheric pressure, so the next best thing was to use a pump to push the air into the intake ports. The LS9 was essentially the answer to the age-old quest. The C6 Corvette raised the stakes with 638 hp and 604 lb-ft of torque using a Roots-style Eaton 2300cc supercharger on top of an already outstanding 6.2L engine. This made monster power and carried a warranty!

This was followed by a milder LSA supercharged version for the ZL1 Camaro and Cadillac CTS-V, this time with a smaller 1.9L Eaton blower making 556 hp and 551 lb-ft of torque. Both the LS9 and LSA are now available as crate engines in Chevrolet Performance’s expansive 400-page horsepower catalog with the LSA the much more affordable of the two. Keep in mind as well that these are SAE horsepower and torque ratings that are much more conservative than the typical hot rod correction factor. The difference is the factory rating system is about 5 percent lower than the hot rod factor, meaning that a 556 hp rating for the LSA is roughly equal to 580 hp using the hot rod correction factor. This is true for normally aspirated engines as well.

While power is always a good thing, control has improved at the same time. Fuel mileage has often thought to be the antithesis of performance, but creative engineering means coming up with ways to accomplish both. First it was variable valve timing (VVT), which exerts control over cam timing by allowing the ECU to advance or retard the cam as much as 62 degrees in Gen IV engines. Add to that what GM calls Active Fuel Management (AFM), which really is the art of pulling four cylinders off line under light power applications in search of better fuel mileage.

The search for more internal combustion power throughout the 20th century was most often accomplished on either side of the combustion chamber. But to the true devotees of combustion science, much of the real magic happens in the combustion space above the piston. The Gen IV engines had proved to be excellent role models with regard to power, which of course predicated a goal toward increased efficiency. The next step toward increased fuel management was to move its point of entry from upstream of the intake valve to inside the combustion chamber. The acronym creators call this gasoline direct injection or GDI.

This is not new science. Diesel engines have been perfecting this art for nearly as long as the internal combustion engine. Sprint Car engine builders have been doing this for decades. The key to GDI was to improve the combustion event with the goal of extracting more power from less fuel. The trick to injecting fuel into the combustion chamber is to do so at extreme pressures to ensure vaporization. This is exactly what the Gen V LT1 is all about. A high-pressure pump located just above the lifter valley generates pressures as high as 2,300 psi. The mechanical pump is driven off the camshaft and the fuel is shot directly into the center of the combustion space on top of the piston just after the intake valve closes.

Not only does this precisely control the fuel to each cylinder but the direct injection also allows a higher compression ratio for the same octane, which has the mutually beneficial effect of improving fuel mileage while simultaneously increasing power. While the LT1 has garnered much of the attention as the engine for the Corvette and Camaro, GDI is also shared with the newest truck engines as well. The 5.3L L83 and the 6.2L L86 truck powerplants are not only all-aluminum torque beasts but also enjoy the benefits of GDI.

A little-known fact about the L86 truck engine is that while its horsepower rating is down compared to the LT1, by merely installing the LT1 oil pan and intake manifold on this engine, you essentially have an LT1 as all other aspects, including the compression ratio, cylinder heads, and the camshaft as they are all the same. GM merely tuned the intake manifold to build more torque for the truck applications. So in the near future, it would pay dividends to keep an eye out for the L86 as another of the best deals in horsepower to come out of the small-block legacy.

So while the Gen III LS1 is now 20 years old and has been usurped by its newer Gen V cousins, the foundation of pushrod, two-valve-per-cylinder performance is still as robust as ever. Let the other guys build their ultra-complex, dual overhead cam engines. The line still forms just behind the Gen V. It would be smart to check in with the LS movement every once in a while. It’s bound to change again soon and no doubt for the better.

Power Numbers

Engine Displ. HP TQ LS1, Gen III 5.7L, 346ci 350 365 LS6, Gen III 5.7L, 346ci 405 400 LS7, Gen III 7.0L, 427ci 505 470 LS2, Gen IV 6.0L, 364ci 400 LS3, Gen IV 6.2L, 376ci 430 425 LS9, Gen IV* 6.2L, 376ci 638 604 LSA, Gen IV* 6.2L, 376ci 556 551 LT1, Gen V 6.2L, 376ci 460 465 LT4, Gen V* 6.2L, 376ci 650 650

*Supercharged

Bore and Stroke Combinations

Displacement Bore Stroke 4.8L 293ci 3.78 3.26 5.3L 325ci 3.78 3.62 5.7L 346ci 3.89 3.62 6.0L 364ci 4 3.62 6.2L 376ci 4.065 3.62 7.0L 427ci 4.125 4

Compression Ratios

Engine Compression Ratio LS1 10.25:1 LS6 10.5:1 LS2 10.9:1 LS3 10.7:1 LS7 11.0:1 LT1 11.5:1

Dean Livermore of Hot Rods by Dean is shown fine-tuning our LS-powered Road Tour 1959 Chevy … and it’s still running strong having survived several Hot Rod Power Tours as well as a summer on the Road Tour. Amazingly reliable motor.

The fun with an LS and hot rodders is that you never know what you are going to get … “like a box of chocolates,” as the old movie line goes. How about a full set of Speedway Motors 9Super7 carbs on an Edelbrock intake manifold for this LS.

Here the LS used in our 1959 Chevy was set up by Shaver Engines topped off with an Inglese-stacked injection system.

Another mildly customized LS, this time again set up with an Inglese eight-stack EFI. Note coil packs were retained on top of the valve covers but hidden beneath faux valve covers.

This LT1 is the latest generation of what began as the LS1 in 1997. Now outfitted with gasoline direct injection (GDI) and more compression, the original LS1 made 350 hp while the current LT1 makes 460. Think you’d feel the difference?

This LS3 is topped off with a FAST LSXR intake; note coil packs are removed from the top of the valve covers and placed forward in the engine compartment on the frame.

We’ve had 20 years to perfect the LS engine swap and the move has become incredibly pervasive. This is an EROD LS swap into a G-body El Camino perfected by the guys at Holley.

Here is an LS3 as you may have received from Chevrolet Performance.

A quick way to spot a factory Gen IV LS engine is by the front-mounted cam sensor. Of course, it’s also very easy to swap one of these covers onto an earlier engine, as shown here on an iron 6.0L block so be vigilant.

This LS is all business, retaining stock coil pack location, Hooker exhaust manifolds, and FAST LSX intake.

How much better is GDI over multipoint fuel injection? A fair comparison would be to look at the horsepower and torque of the 6.2L LS3 versus the 6.2L LT1. It’s really not a fair fight since the LT1 (shown) has a full point more compression that helps it make 30 more horsepower and a shocking 40 lb-ft more torque.

We put the Chevrolet Performance crate engines to a dollar-per-horsepower test and the contest came down to a tie between the LS376 480 hp and LS376 515 hp versions of the LS3. The 480 hp version really makes 495 hp as an LS3 with a factory HOT cam with 0.525-inch lift. This is a carbureted engine.

Among the most significant changes in the LS series was the Gen IV configuration change to larger volume rectangle port cylinder heads elevated from the Gen III’s cathedral ports. This rectangle port configuration has been carried over to the Gen V with some minor changes.

The most significant change from Gen IV to V was the addition of gasoline direct injection (GDI). Fuel is now injected from a very high pressure mechanical pump located just underneath the intake manifold directly into the cylinders.

This shot of the combustion chamber reveals the location of the fuel injector located directly across from the spark plug. Extreme pressure means the fuel will be conditioned more accurately into smaller particles to burn more efficiently. The goal has always been to make more power with less fuel.

Among the improvements demanded by increased power, especially with superchargers, is additional cooling for the pistons. Engineers used small oil squirters located at the bottom of the cylinder to aim pressurized oil at the underside of the pistons to pull heat out of the crown. This was initiated with the LS7 and continued on the supercharged LT4.

If you’re looking for the big-daddy horsepower king-of-the-hill, look no further than the LS9. This engine can abuse the rear tires with 604 lb-ft of torque at 3,800 rpm and still spin the dials up to 638 hp at 6,500.

Crate engines have become the easiest way to bolt horsepower into almost any car with Gen V engines right at the top of the list. Making it even easier is the Connect and Cruise concept where with just a couple of part numbers you can order, for example, a 6.2L LT4 supercharged engine backed by either a four- or eight-speed automatic.

A Gen V move that has not received much attention is the power improvement gained by using E85 (85 percent ethanol) in a direct-injected engine. The L83 5.3L direct-injected Gen V truck engines are designed to run as Flex Fuel engines—especially with E85. With their GDI higher compression, Lingenfelter Performance testing gained 19 rwhp and 23 lb-ft of torque on a 2014 truck using E85.

The LS1 was the original Gen III engine. Displacing a mere 345 ci, it employed unique cathedral port heads, a 10.2:1 compression ratio, and a 0.470-inch lift hydraulic roller cam to make a reasonable 345 hp and 30 lb-ft of torque.

The LS6 was the first performance upgrade in 2001 with more compression (10.6:1) and a cam with 0.550-inch lift, and an improved intake that together bumped the power to 385 hp and 385 lb-ft of torque.

Major changes were afoot for the LS2 that fronted the evolution to Gen IV. The big news was a bump to a 4.00-inch bore increasing the displacement to 6.0L (364ci) and compression to 10.9:1 to make 400 hp and 400 lb-ft of torque.

GM raised the dissonance factor in 2005 when Corvette upped the ante by resurrecting the LS7 RPO for this all-aluminum 7.0L (427ci) spinner. As a crate engine, it still can hit the high notes with its normally aspirated 505 hp at 475 for torque.

In 2008, just a little over a decade after the LS1 debuted, Chevrolet decided size matters with a 6.2L (376ci) LS2 base engine for the Corvette with a 4.060-inch bore and big rec-port heads pushing 2.165-inch hollow-stem intake valves. Compression crept up to 10.7:1 along with power now at 430 hp and torque at 424 lb-ft.

The 2010 Camaro’s L99 6.2L engine differed only slightly from its LS3 cousin, adding Active Fuel Management (AFM) as well as variable valve timing (VVT) to deliver 400 hp and 410 for torque.

In the LS engine family hierarchy there can only be one king of the hill. Based on the LS3, the supercharged LS9 put a leg up on the rest of the clan with an Eaton 2.3L Eaton blower making 638 hp and 604 for torque all still from 6.2 liters. You can buy one straight out of the crate.

As a slightly detuned LS9, the ZL1 Camaro’s LSA supercharged 6.2L is no slouch. The LSA spins a smaller 1.9L TVS Eaton blower and claims 556 hp at 6,100 with 551 lb-ft of torque all the way down at 3,800 rpm. This engine too, is available as a wet sump crate package—ready to bolt right in.

In addition to straight production-based LS crate engines, Chevrolet Performance also offers enhanced versions of the LS3 like the LS376/515 that comes with a carbureted intake manifold and the ASA Hot cam. This punches the power up to 533 hp at 6,600 while pushing 477 lb-ft of torque at 5,200.

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