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theanonymousfoxsimp · 1 month ago

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Silent secret love

A a-60/multimonster x fem reader fic

This is a super slow burn fic,like super slow, and it's super long, but I PROMISE there's porn it's just porn with so much plot. My editing notes and normal notes are in the bottom. If you want to take a read ❤️ took me a while to write,edit, and read over to make sure this was good enough so leave me a like if you enjoy it. You have to follow me for part 2 though I go into alot more of this it just got so long that my phone is literally glitching now while I edit this

This is the design you should imagine when reading this FYI for multiman

Death,gore,blood,guns,needles,gross science experiment is done on reader,fighting,bruises/open wounds,cursing,jealousy, sebastian is in this aswell as the other anglers. Extreme possessiveness, womb fucking, fluff, breeding,biting,eggs, breathplay, risky sex,tentacle sex, a_60 can produce this smoke and the reader breaths it in,double penetration. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

This is a slow fic it does not drop into the smut immediately,there are visuals but those will be in part 2 lolol

Have fun, traitor ;)

The first meeting

Holding the gun was one thing,pulling the trigger was another. The shouts from the general were almost as deafening as the gunshots that rang through the shooting range. The empty casings bouncing to the floor with a rhythmic 'tink,tink,tink' due to the rounds they were using. Your ears were luckily covered by a pair of heavy-duty headphones, the item squeezing your head a bit uncomfortably, but it did its job to prevent noise from distracting you. The general,accompanied by a man in a black suit who looked like he came straight out of a FBI movie, had been walking around the already overcrowded room. He shoved past your fellow expendables,other strangers in the sea of the bloody ocean you called home. The ringing of a bell signaled the end of class,men and women filtering out to be escorted by armed gaurds, lines forming behind certian colored shapes on the ground, yours was a green diamond which only a select handful were going to. All were wearing unhappy and uneased looks. The general and man had collected the guns that were given to your large group, reloading each gun with plastic bullets when they entered the shooting range once again.

You could tell who was new, the bright, happy faces passing by that had not a clue what was about to happen to them. The bell rang again as a warning, the gaurds shouting all at once once the bell had died down, your group filtering out and splitting into smaller ones to divert to their respective classes. The gaurd escorting your group had stayed silent, though, as the others barked orders at the overwhelming number of people. His eyes,all too unkind and uncaring, he had no light in them and no intention on making any of this easy. He had died before and seen the abyss like the others once did. Too many voices all at once,the chattering coming from the new folk becoming overwhelming as you were led to your new destination. Only eight of you,counting yourself, were in the group. Three armed gaurds trailing behind the unarmed expendables as their captain led them further and further into the facility. Further along, two had been shoved into your party,yelling and shouting about how they didn't need to do this, but their cries fell on deaf ears. The gaurds wanted nothing to do with it, shoving them forward by brutly bashing their guns into the backs of their neck. One stumbled forward, and the other had keeled over onto the ground to attempt to catch his breath.

A door had been kicked open, a pair of hospital doors that flipped open with zero resistance as you pushed past it. The gaurds are now less than pleased to be overwhelmed by the scent of medicine, cleaning alcohol and chemicals. You passed by multiple doors and staircases, hearing screams of others and the sounds of beeping machines. A few scientists had been stationed outside of the next set of doors to hand your group each a pair of socks and a hospital gown. The two newbies became more unhappy, shouting about how they wouldn't strip nude for them but the captain wasn't having it,raising both hands to grasp a painful handful of their hair to dragthem inside of the next room.

"We tried to warn them not to do any of this,newbies never listen" red, the red suited woman next to you, had said with a knowing sigh. You knew she wasn't too keen on helping others just for this reason,they all never listened.

"Like you listen?" blue,the man next to her snorted with laughter.

"Oh to hell with you," she retorted, She shouted,angrily grabbing the gown before she pushed past the doors. You followed close behind, entering a room with just two doors on one side while a long hallway sat on the other side of it. You could hear the shouts of the others,mostly playfulness and mock fighting, which settled any anxiety that began to bubble up.

As you pushed past the door into the woman's locker room,you could hear the new girl shouting about something you didn't want to pay attention to, a small blinking red light had caught your attention instead. There is a camera in the corner of the locker room,well hidden by the wires and the exposed vent tubes. Nobody had caught it other than you. The person on the other end of the camera had threatened you if you didn't keep your mouth perfectly shut about the whole situation so they could continue to observe. There was another in the men's locker room. At least you didn't have to worry about that one. The hidden camera,unwelcome and overstaying, destroyed any sense of ease and calmed you to change in front of it. The cramped bathroom stall provided more comfort than being out there in the open as you changed. Your suit slipped off with ease while the cold air greeted your bare skin.

"Fuck it's cold" You hissed,goosebumps and other chills forming before the flimsy paper thin gown was slipped on,your skin bare underneath it. The string almost ripped with how hard you accidentally pulled it, already feeling the anger and frustration bubbling up hefore your new 'class' even started. A loud buzzing sound echoed through the room when you re-entered the women's area. You knew this sound all too well, the male voice over the intercom had said something ,muffled by the old technology. He paused, waiting for a minute before angrily shouting something into the mic about group one, the women's group being forced to go first this time.

"New experiment's, yay," the older woman next to you said. Her body looked Farley young as well as her face, but she was around her mid 40s, urbanshade had done something to extend her life force just a bit longer. She also had other scarring along her body. What looked to be bullet holes were now old faded scars from a past time.

"What do you mean by experiments?" The newbie woman said, her eyes widened with panic before she began to look around for some exit. There wasn't one. She would have to face what was ahead like the rest of your sorry lot.

Nobody answered her, some even giving the new woman a pitied look before they stood to form a line, tallest in the front with the shortest in the back. You stood somewhere in the middle, the newbie behind you with the older woman in front. An armed woman came in, and she was quite short. Shorter than the rest of you,it looked like a child was playing dress up if you didn't know any better. You didn't bother to gather any names of the others. At least one person would die at the end of this,either eaten or they couldn't handle the stress of the experiments that were soon to be started. They didn't bother to get your name either,making friends here wasn't something everyone was keen on doing here since you were going to die anyways.

"Move!" The woman shouted, raising her gun slightly as an act of intimidating your group. The newbie,a bit frightened, had shoved you a bit too hard forward in an attempt to start up the line. The woman infront getting pushed past the door, but she didn't say anything, only stumbling forward until she caught her footing. The socks on her feet provided her the grip before she stood upright, the gaurd next to your group shoving the one in back to force everyone to speed up. The door swung open with ease as you pushed past it, leading the last two of the group down the hallway and then into a winding set of stairs that led further down into the sub levels of the facility. Another gaurd had been leading the group of men away towards a hospital portion, the sounds of sawing and other machines flicking to life when you walked past it.

"The hell are you taking us?" The older woman asked, your group had been led further and further into the unknown part of the facility. Doors apon doors being passed, creatures of unknown variants being seen as more and more terrifying creatures were practically on display. One creature in particular, large and serpentine, with an angler bulb hanging off of its head ,he looked somewhat human despite the blue hue to his skin. A third arm slammed against the glass, and it looked freshly sewn on with how it was still bandaged while the stitches looked raw and inflamed from recent surgery. The creature also had three eyes, bright blue that almost glowed in the light. He had been something you've seen before,you didn't know his name, but you knew he was one of the unlucky men who had been experimented on. He had a blank expression on his face, his eyes devoit of any emotions before he was pulled up to the surface of his tank by a simply shock sent to the collar around his neck. His face contorted into pain before he unwillingly pulled away from the glass,squirming in the water slightly before he swam up to the surface.

"Move!" You weren't given a second before the gaurd roughly shoved your body forward to keep up the pace with the others. Your back ached with how hard it was hit, but the ache soon went away with the walk. Your mind was now going to other areas as you pondered what they were about to do to your group. Your eyes fixated on the ground as you each took a step.

"Ah-hey!" The woman in front of you shouted. She had been lifted off of the ground completely before being dragged away, kicking and yelling. Another pair had appeared, a burly woman stepping up to hoist your body over her shoulders with ease. She had been in hazmat too,the material rubbing uncomfortably against your skin while she held you there, but you couldn't say or do anything to fix it as she carried you past more tanks. Each of them had a door next to it that led to some small room by to the tank. Each door also had a label on it with a random name you've never heard of. Yours was labeled "mutli-monster" with red print. The large tank with the open viewing window next to your door showed that it was empty as far as you could see when the lady passed it to open the door. Hopefully, it would stay empty.

"Stay." The woman ordered,plopping you down onto an examination table before she left the room. Your ears were filled with a soft buzzing sound,like satic on a TV screen, you assumed it was the pressure of the deep open sea messing with your body as it adjusted to the deeper depth.

The room you were in was a normal surgery room, the table next to you filled with colored vials of various sizes. It looked like they were filled with various colors of orange,red and yellow smoke, the contents piqing your curiosity. A hand,your hand, had reached out to touch the vial, but before you could, the door to the room opened to reveal an armed gaurd and then a scientist who trailed behind like a lost puppy dog. He looked new with how he gripped the clipboard, nervously writing down whatever he was thinking of before he approached you. This was the third new one in a week,it started to feel like they were afraid of you with how many they kept swapping out.

"Ah,hello,my name is DR.Marshall and-"

"Yeah, yeah, just get on with it already," your voice,surprising yourself as you snapped at the man. He jumped,nodding slightly before he approached the examination table. You knew the drill, leaning back into it so he could strap your limbs down to it with the thick leather that was bolted into the side.

"What are you doing to me anyway?" You asked, raising an eyebrow when he grabbed one of the red vials. A needle head was picked up but it was the thickest needle he could grab, this was going to hurt. Your limbs strained against the bounds,pulling as hard as they could before giving in once the bounds didn't budge. The substance looked like jelly,not a smooth liquid that would burn normally.

"We had a new toy delivered to us by a neighbor. You and another are going to test him to see what he does, " the scientist said,looking over to the guard before he approached with the red needle. The man, all too happy to hold your arm down as the scientist approached,rubbed it sterile before he wiped a spot on your arm with a wipe. A strong smell of alcohol filtered through the chemicals,striking your nose violently. Your vision suddenly blocked by the man as he held your arm down,unease and nervousness bubbling up when the scientist moved forward. The needle pricked your skin,the burning feeling as it pushed in further and further before it hit a vein, your arm igniting with a firey pain that spread up into your body. The needle had been pushed in as far as it could. The scientist had almost jammed it into your bone before he pulled it back out, blood spurting from the puncture wound as the contents of the vial began to work.

"Test one,subject-what's your name?" The scientist looked back before he waved his hand dismissively, the gaurd moving away to expose you to the camera that had been set up. "Ah,test one, vial one, the subject seems to be doing quite well. We extracted this from subject A-60. It had been quite a battle to get his blood, but we got it!" The scientist now eagerly holds up more of the red vials,similar to the one he just injected you with with. He wasn't shy or nervous anymore,now holding up another needle filled with whatever blood he was talking about. Your limbs began to move on their own,your mind screaming to flee as freedom was just out of reach if you could just break the damn restrains. DR.Marshall approached, a rage filling your vision instead of the unease you felt before when he pushed the needle back into your arm, a second vial of blood being pushed through into your burning blood.

Your own blood felt like it was on fire, each limb jerking around violently and sporadically now as the effects began to show. Your head jerked back, spine arching up painfully as a scream tore its way out of your throat. The scientist simply smiled while this happened, the gaurd backing up slightly when your knee jerked out at him. You could hear as your own bones began to crack and snap,almost like they were rearranging themselves painfully within your writing body.

"Vial two has been pumped in. the subject is reacting already," he continued. The static you were hearing before had grown more and more until it was all you could hear. Unknowingly, you had been screaming the entire time still, teeth bared and eyes shut tightly as your body began to seize in on itself. The monitors next to you began to beep and flicker rapidly,the electronics in the room had been sparking as violently as you were acting. Something hit the window, and a long red tipped black tentacle slammed against the viewing glass that showed the room you were in,the water too murky to reveal its form, but something sat there watching you three. It stayed there,curling its tentacle against the glass before pulling away to watch from a distance. Whatever was there seemed to love the fact nobody could see it. You could feel whatever was there somehow,the slightest connection that felt comforting against the icey cold table.

"Injecting....third vial, extracted from a corpse that was filled with it's poison-" something snapped when the scientist neared with the last vial, he didn't even take one step before all the technology in the room crackled loudly then popped as each device blew out. The lights in your room brightened before they popped,glass shattering and metal tables being overturned from the sudden magnetic electricity shooting the room. The bounds against your arms snapped,a surprising amount of strength had appeared to free your bound body. Dr. Marshall screamed,dropping the vial which shattered against the ground, the liquid inside almost vaporizing completely as red smoke dissipated into the air.

A thick tentacle slammed against the glass once again before more had joined it, a four fingered hand slamming against the glass next to it,the clink of metal from a ring hit the glass. You weren't paying attention to whatever was there, too focused on the newfound strength and the idea of freedom that burned in your mind. Power tingled your fingers,red sparks crackling between them that intensified when the gaurd approached with his gun raised.

"Hold her down!" The scientist yelled, the burly gaurd rushing forward to grab your energized body. The world spun,your body moving way too fast on its own as, the gaurds pained scream echoed through the room as your teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck. Now unaware of how you got here but unwilling to question it as your body moved on its own like someone was controlling you. The mouthful of blood you got only seemed to serve whatever was controlling you, your jaw putting more force in as your teeth tore into his jugular. His screams, muffled by his attempts to breathe through all the blood,only served to suffocate him even faster, which led to his quick death.

The commotion had attracted more soldiers, two more armed men entering the room quickly. They were covered in thick gear,armed with batons and other weapons they didn't brandish.

"Stand down expendable," the man said. "Do not make this a bigger issue than it already is-" your body moved again,contorting itself in a way to flip itself onto the gaurd, your teeth sinking into fabric to tear at it but it provided nothing to save yourself as the second gaurd tore your squirming body off of his fellow soldier. Your arms flailed around in an attempt to grab anything when he held you up from behind like a cat. The static being heard had died away into nothingness.

"Throw her into the tank after this one,we need a new one,thought she would be the only one too-never thinking of that again." Dr. Marshall grumbled, motioning the other gaurd to bring you over to the viewing glass. Your hair grabbed and yanked in a way to force you to look up as the other gaurds dragged out the older woman from before. She had been beaten,bloodied, and wore a multitude of devices that beeped loudly. Two gaurds had yanked her up,the platform slowly extending out above the open murky water of the tank before she was dangling over it. Her blood dripped into the water, a shape moving from the bottom of the tank to hover beneath where she was going to be dropped.

A tentacle slowly moved out of the water,the scientists eagerly writing down any notes before it suddenly retracted itself to hide beneath the water. You could barely see whatever was there before she was tossed into the water while screaming. Red clouds of blood forming in the water as she sank further and further into the tank, it seemed like the creature embraced blurry form in a hug,holding her there. The scientist next to you tried to rub the glass as if that would clear the murky water,trying to see what was going on before the water burst with colors if red. The woman,now being quickly torn apart by the creature,was dead. The shock from hitting the water at such a height had knocked her unconscious, but the salty water had killed her from how much pain it caused,the shock becoming too much for her already injured heart to handle.

"Next!" The lady scientist said from the platform,a buzzing sound filling your ears before the gaurd yanked you through a set of doors that let you to a ramp. The ramp led upwards, multiple other gaurds waiting at the end of the incline, another had approached to grab your arm when you neared him. A lady,the scientist,opened the door to reveal the room ahead.

"Look-you don't have to do this I've been loyal!" Your voice echoed through the room,the platform extending out over the murky and bloodied water.

"And that's why we want to use you. You listen so well, so your sacrifice won't be for nothing. You provided so much to us already, " she rambled on about how your death would be the best for both worlds as fear and anxiety took over. Your feet planted firmly on the ground, your body jerked against the weaker man's hold before another man yanked you up into the air to carry you to the edge of the platform. Your mouth opened,screaming profanities before he eagerly threw you into the open bloody water. There was a great distance between you and the water,hitting it with a wet splat that felt wildly painful against your already aching body.

"Please!" You gasped out,reaching up with the slightest hope they would pull you back up. The hope dissapearing immediately as the platform folded back in on itself and the others filtered out to the viewing platform.

You couldn't see much beneath the water, your eyes stinging when you attempted to open them in the salty liquid, so you tried to stay on the surface while also bracing for whatever to grab you beneath the water. It happened almost too fast, a hand sliding up your ankle to caress it in a way before you were yanked beneath the surface. The creature,moving with such a speed that nobody saw what it was doing as it dragged you towards the small cave they made for it Your eyes stayed firmly shut,the feeling of thick tentacles wrapping around your body before it was shoved above the surface of the water of the tank. Yet when your eyes opened,you weren't staring at the vent filled ceiling but instead a rocky one,now in a little room beneath the water.

The scent of cigara,alcohol, and surprising cherries filled your nose when the scent of salt finally went away. There wasn't anything as far as you could barely see,your hands blindly feel out the rocky ground to find anything to help your situation. Your mind filled with questions,the biggest one was why you were alive and why it didn't kill you like your fellow expendable. The static filled your ears again, an eerie faint red glow filling the large cave you were in before it flickered even brighter behind you.

"Hello, sweet little snack," a voice, thick with an accent and oddly comforting,you could it was a man with how deep the tone was. His voice rumbled when he spoke,like a deep purr that vibrated his chest. Your body was flipped around by a thick tentacle,the suction cups sticking to your skin as it yanked you closer to whatever he was. He was majority human,his mouth mangled and gnarly which revealed a wide smile of human teeth with a pair of sharp fangs that glinted in the faint red glow he was emitting. The lines and red markings on his body were glowing brighter now,filling the room so you could actually see what he was.

"Oh my god," the words slipped out before you could stop them,your mouth agape as the full giant form of this being filled your vision. The words 'multimonster' echoed in your mind,the name fit him perfectly. Instead of human legs,there was a bundle of thick tentacles that held him up. From the waistline up, he was entirely human minus a few traits such as the ripped fins for ears he had,the smile and his blank white eyes that were tinted with reds and oranges,he had a beard too,not too big but not too small. He had decently long orange hair, too,not having it pulled back into any hairband, so it lazily rested flat and wet on his shoulders. He wasn't muscular like a fighter,no,be was round and soft looking. He had muscle, but it was hidden underneath the roundness of his body. He even flexed a little while you were watching as if he adored the attention you were giving him. His frown turning into a wide gnarly smile,the skin around his lips were ripped, and the scarring extended further into his jaw.

"Take it all in,last thing yer gonna see sweet cheeks" he cackled, slowly moving forward away from the water as your body began to move on its own again to frantically crawl away from whatever he was. The tentacle around your ankle prevented that,pulling you back to his advancing body before his thick hands went to grab you. Surprisingly, instead of five fingers, he only had four,which all were clawed and scarred by previous battles. Your foot kicked out to shove his hand away,the tentacle retracting itself momentarily. It then shot out quickly to slither up your leg even further, almost like it was exploring.

"Oh, stop that-come here!" He snarled, suddenly hoisting your squirming body upright before he pulled you closer to his face. You could hear him sniffing you,pressing his face against your bare skin as if he were attempting to sniff something out like a dog. His hand yanked your arm,exposing the needle wound on it. He didn't speak while doing this,examining the puncture wound on your arm, then pulled it up to his opening mouth.

"Don't you fucking dare!" You yelled,using your free hand to whack his head and any exposed area you could reach. It distracted him for a moment,shooting you a dark glare that practically ordered you to sit still while he did this. Your hand moved to hit him one more time, but it stopped,the look he gave you silently telling you he would do harsh something if you didn't listen.

Your body went limp in his grip, and his chest rumbled happily at your reluctant submission, one of the thick tentacles coming to slide up your leg to join its brethren, exploring your lower half. You could feel something wet and slimy meet the skin of your arm, his mouth opened to reveal a long, thick tongue that eagerly lapped up the blood that was forming. He kept a grip around your arm,his claws digging into your flesh, which forced more blood to surface on your skin.

"A fucking feast,yer so so damn sweet" he practically purred out,his mouth opening wider before he clamped his mouth around your arm. His fangs sank in,piercing your skin even more. By the end of this you'd be a mess of cuts and bruises if you were to survive whatever he was doing. He let go of your free hand, now focusing on holding you still as he licked the skin clean of anything. The pain you were feeling soon melted away into a pleasant tingling,the sensation growing slowly as he pulled away to clamp down on a different portion of your body.

"Maybe -" he muffled out,pulling away,his mouth smeared with your blood,"I'll just keep you alive,a little personal snack. The freak in the next tub told me I might get a personal toy if I do good, " he was thinking,his hands moving to set you back down on the now oddly soft ground after the tentacles pulled away. He crossed his arms,giving you a wide smile while he observed you.

The floor beneath you gave away into a softer portion, a large mattress had been built into the ground for him to sleep on. The mattress was covered with blankets on blankets,pillows, and other items strewn about as if it were a nest. His scent became much stronger when you neared it. It was overwhelming your senses,fogging your mind with a burning desire. It was weird,you shouldn't be feeling like this towards something who just kidnapped you but the desire that burned said otherwise.

"How about-I keep you alive long enough to get me out,I spare yer small ass and you kept moving along like nothin ever happened,deal?" He said, taking notice of your minds state, a brilliant idea now forming inside of his mind while he neared. The room dimmed,his body glowing less and less now before the room was plunged into darkness once again. He suddenly moved,you could hear rustling before a rough pair of hands grasped your ankles,yanking both of your legs wide open to expose anything to the creature above. The gown did nothing to hide your exposed body as he flipped you onto your stomach.

You squealed,the sound sudden,it forced a deep rumbling laugh out of the creature while a tentacle slithered up your inner thigh. It felt wet,oddly soft, and overall sticky with something. Something pricked your leg,like a needle had suddenly injected something into your veins as they began to burn even harsher. The creature had done something,a special toxin wrecking your mind to the point it became a pliable mess for him to mold into something he wanted.

"Good girl," he laughed, the sound and his voice deeper than before as if he were subjected to the same thing you were feeling. You could feel as his hands slid up your ankles,tracing a line up the back of your thighs. A snarl ripped itself out of his throat,he could see everything that was happening, but you couldn't. The fact causing thoughts to form in his mind about what he was going to do.

"FUCK!" He yelled out, his body ripping itself away from yours as the collar around his neck sparked into life,a violent shock ripping it's way through his body as he began to angrily claw at the device. It began to beep loudly,shocking him once again so hard it sent him into a fit of pure rage. He grasped your ankle with such a harshness that he almost shattered the bone before he pulled you out of the cave. He knew he should've just sent you back to the surface before long,they could tell if you were alive or not.

"TAKE YER FUCKING TOY" he shouted,a surprising amount of strength being used as he threw you out of the water to the platform up above. The collar stopping once you made contact with the metal,his body lingering above the water just for an extra second to watch you before he dove back down to his cave. The limbs in the water had been cleaned out, you provided a long enough distraction so they could clean it. Your chest heaved as you threw up mouthfuls of salty water,the stress and adrenaline mixing together into a deadly concoction before you promptly fainted. The scientists had been watching through a small hidden camera. They had more than enough information for this first proper meeting of this creature.

"Keep her alive,we have a new project," the lady scientist said,a sinister smile appearing as your unconscious body was hauled off to the medical bay.

And that's how you ended up here, acting as if you were his caregiver amongst the scientists who only wanted to experiment on him. Each time they would do something to him,you would follow close behind and be experimented on the same way he was. They normally took parts from his body to either sew,inject,or force you to eat it all while they watched behind the safety of their viewing room. The other handlers were subjected to the same thing you went through. The small group had been carefully handpicked by you and the other higher-ups. They forced you to take part in experimenting on the others, threatening your life if you didn't at least inject one of them with the paralyzing agent they made out of multi-monsters toxin.

The other handlers knew you never wanted to take part, the newbie woman from before had been forced into being the handler for a creature nicknamed 'chainsmoker', she always seemed as if she were out of it,never mentally there enough to comprehend what was happening to her. You honestly felt bad,maybe death would've been a better outcome than this, but the benefits they gave you a lot better than before.

The day had been going by oddly smooth, the scientists had finally given them the resting day they were all working towards for the last month and a half. Sebastian's handler,a person neither man nor woman, had gathered the group into a small session of poker. It had been years ever since your first encounter with the creature that urbanshade had been gifted all those years ago. The room you sat in was more of an underwater glass dome, sebastian's handler had convinced them to put in the budget for a tank large enough for some of the safer ones to interact with. You knew their name, it was ethan,something they picked themselves.

Poor pandemonium's handler had been drawn away to calm the angry beast once again. You could hear the screeches, and oddly enough, he loved to scream the word 'MINIGAMES' before someone died either to him or by the residual effects he left. Sebastian had been floating around the dome while talking to multi. You resorted to calling him Macintosh due to how Touchy he loved to get with you, the name fitting better than a Codename the others gave him.

You were too busy trying to determine how to win, Macintosh floated behind, pressing himself against the glass. You both had developed a small code, and his rhythmic tapping told you that you were going to win this round. The others folded,leaving you and sebastian's handler to stare at each other before they dropped their looser cards,groaning loudly before they waved their hands in defeat. You weren't betting for money but for snacks! Malevolent merchant's handler had been lucky to be gifted all of the snacks they just lost due to a silly game. Merchant was even there,floating along in the water while resting with pinkie,her tail curled around the pink being while they both slept in the water.

"Your handler keeps winning,I'll tell them you two are cheating if you don't stop this," Sebastian playfully threatened mac,ignoring the snarl that was sent his way before he swam towards the dome. He placed a hand against the glass,the ring on his finger clinking the glass before he pulled it away as his handler approached. He wasn't close to his handler like the others were in public,he refused to be touched and even purposly avoided the person, but secretly, he adored their attention. You could sometimes hear them talking for hours,a special mic placed in each tank so the handlers could speak to them whenever needed.

Sebastian's collar lit up, and momentarily, he began to panic,clawing at it before it just simply vibrated to let him know to come to his tank. The pager on his handler's belt vibrated, their sigh filled with attitude as they stood, but nobody wanted to do this. It was feeding time for all of them, and they tend to go crazy with the food that was brought. The scientists gave it to them acting as if they were also a part of the meal,a majority of the handlers being sprayed with a repellent so they'd stay alive durring this.

Your pager buzzed, and the collar around mackintosh's neck vibrated too before the other pagers and collars. went off. The creatures knew what to do, filtering through the tubes in the room to go back to their respective tanks. Your footsteps echoed through the room,the door hissing open to let you and the other handlers out. The scientists had been waiting, dive suits in hand with scuba diving gear placed on the tables next to them. Each was labeled with everyone's names, and your's had been placed at the furthest end towards the door. With your gear in hand,you started the long walk back around to a_60's tank,thinking of what you two were going to talk about this time after he drags you to his cave.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the alarm, red and loud,blaring through the halls. This wasn't something you were informed on as gaurds ran through the halls,shouting orders at each other as they crowded back towards the direction of sebastian's tank. The lady scientist, your boss, marched towards you with angry steps, her voice had been drowned out by the alarm as more and more sirens began to go off. A strange roar-sebastians roar,had echoed through the hallway. He. Was. FREE.

Your mind darted to every possibility that was going to happen. What about ? Would he be able to escape? You had no chance to think about it even more, your boss yanking you in the direction of the handler's rooms as she gathered whomever was avaliable. Sebastian's handler had disappeared, and Angus' handler, aka the 'angler' had disappeared too amongst the commotion.

The sudden voice of an AI and his laughter filled your ears, doors sudden being locked, and certain cells opened ahead of your group. Most were filled with crooks and criminals who were known to be quite violent amongst the rest. Chainsmoker's handler had been the first to escape, her small body easily squirming through the burly men that attempted to grab her. Your boss kept a firm grip on the back of your neck as the others escaped,keeping you there for whatever reason-until it became known,your body being used as a human meat shield as the eager men approached.

The first grabbed your hand,hoisting you up into the crowd as others began to fight to hold your body down. The sounds of gaurds yelling and gunshots rang through your ears, and your vision began blurring with tears as one of the men raised a rusty butter knife up. The realization that you were going to die now became much clearer as the lady left you to die. The knife plunged down,stabbing into your side harsh enough before yanking it back out,the rusty knife covered with your blood. A scream echoed through the room, and your boss had been snatched further down the hallway by armed gaurds. They darted in a different direction,leaving your life in the hands of the crazed prisoners.

That feeling,something you knew all too well, the burning desire to fight bubbling up as static filled your vision. The knife wound burned like a bitch,the pain caused adrenaline to course through your blood but it wasn't needed as suddenly your whole vision had been filled with a familiar view. The men began to scream,the one sitting over top of you with the knife had been yanked back then thrown into the wall with such a force his eye popped out of the socket. Multiple tentacles,thick and spiked, had yanked the door off of its hinges so fast nobody could react before he was over top of you. His scent, smokey and comforting, you were tangled underneath his mass of tentacles but it wasn't uncomfortable with how you were held. His massive form had tore through the prisoners, now getting a taste for real fresh blood.

"Oi-yer alive, right?" The tentacles parted way as he peered down through them,arms on his hips as he tried to see if you were okay. The collar around his neck was gone, he had also stolen a white shirt that clung tightly to his muscular body. The adrenaline coursing through you kept you from feeling the pain whenever you moved. Your eyes tightly closed shut when slowly crawled out from underneath him to free yourself from his grasp. Blood dripped from the stab wound, he had nothing to fix this-not even sebastian could,you probably would get tetanus from the rusty knife wound.

"Fuck...God damnit" he hissed, his large hands scouping your body up into his arms before he began to move. Your vision began to darken, his pace becoming faster as he could feel your life force dripping away. The wound had been deep,you need surgery to fix it,stitches to keep it closed because he had attempted to filet you like a fish. He didn't want to do this. Nearly the entire facility had been destroyed, leaving just you and the other handlers the only humans alive. They had escaped,although captured,they lived and were already ascending to the surface facility. During the trip he discovered you passed out from the bloodloss,he was nearly sent into yet another fit of rage after but it only fueled him to move faster. He glitched through the halls,static and power coursing through his veins as he summoned all was needed to make it back in time to save you.

"You better live damnit" mackintosh cursed,nearing the entrance to where the submarines were. He had tore through door after door,blood pooling into the palms of his already bloodied hands. He didn't like this,your blood shouldn't be coming out like this. He should've bit you instead to make you bleed. He should've been there quick enough, but he wasn't,his seven seconds took too long. He shouldn't have gotten this attached to your flimsy body.

He stuck to the shadows, armed gaurds filtering through the submarines that opened up,the door opened to let more armed soldiers through. He waited until they were gone, looking around for anyone as he gently placed your bleeding form in the submarine. He had purposly made some noise after leaving you there,making sure the gaurds would treat your wounds before he disappeared back into the facility. He observed,watching from a distance before the hatch closed and it departed to the surface.

This was the last time you saw , nearly a year passing by as urbanshade built a new above ground facility. An oil rig that sat out away from anyone's reach,they had enough budget to buy out this area so nobody would come looking. The incident had been kept under wraps,hidden from the public all too well like they had done this before. Your fellow handlers had been intensely trained, and multiple groups had been sent back down to the facility to capture the crystal power source to bring it back up. None had successfully finished the mission and lived to tell the tale. Most of the time, anyways, you were in surgery aswell as the others,implanted with whatever they needed for future expeditions back to the deep sea facility. Luckily they had been going easy on you,knowing you were the first and original handler that started the whole project,you needed the slack.

You and the other handlers were pulled into a meeting, specifically being entrusted with a task that seemed barbaric if you didn't have the mentality to deal with it. This squad,tasked with murdering off a handful of 50 other expendables they would be tasked to lead into the facility. Your task and the other handlers were to make contact with your respective experiment and then record their current state. A second task to steal and rob whatever research you can,whatever equipment that was free,you were to take it and mind your own business. Stick together and purposly rush to the end as they carefully instructed. The path would be prelit for the squad to take.

"So...what if they don't recognize one of us?" Sebastians handler asked, a perfectly okay question to ask. Your boss,now missing an eye and an arm from her previous encounters,sighed as if she didn't think of this.

"If you die, then the project must continue," Morbid to say, but it was something she didn't care for,she didn't care for any of you aswell but your group were the only handlers who lived from the previous years. Pandemonium and a few others had gone through them like snacks until they landed on a set of friends that were so close they could practically reach each other's minds. Sebastian had nearly mauled his handler a few times too many, but he slowly grew out of it unless it was a stranger. There were a few times they dumped an expendable into his tank as a sacrifice whenever fish feed wasn't working to settle his anger.

"I must repeat,do not spare anyone. If anyone is pointed at for being a traitor, then you all must say something to deter it. The last thing we need is you lot dying because someone wasn't smart enough to do this, " She said angrily,peering over to Blitz's handler. They called him sparky due to the energy they shared. He definitely would be the worst to look out for. He proved to be quite a handful unless he's given medication. He's normally nice though. Actually, he would just chat too much and give away everything before the run to the crystal even started.

"Just keep an eye on eachother, you are not to use anything to kill anyone other than what they called 'locker stealing' and mislead them into mimic doors. You will learn more along the way,just act like newbies and drain them of all their information, until deemed necessary you will live with them" she said sternly. The room echoed with a 'yes ma'am!' before she waved her hand to dismiss the group. The soldiers leading the lot of you back towards your special rooms, each small and similar to studio apartments due to your hidden ranking amongst the soldiers granting this. Your room had been emptied,prepacked for you, so it would be easy to grab the luggage to throw onto the extra sub that would be waiting further into the site.

A set of diving gear,black and red funnily enough, had been left on the bare mattress that used to be your bed. The scuba gear and tanks are all too similar to your old set that now sat rusted in the emptied closet. Something felt nostalgic,like you were going to walk back into his tank and dive to simply chat. The memories you had pushed further into the back of your mind as the task at hand was more important than the personal feelings you had to a being who probably didn't even remember you. It was saddening to think about it,he had been a fun experience, you two weren't a coulpe but maybe a set of close friends. He never seemed to push it after the first time,figuring out the camera quite quickly so it dettered him from any other fondling he wanted to do. A knock at the door startled you back into reality, pandemonium's handler entering the room with a stern look. He came to talk to you about something.

"What." You said flatly,you two never got along, he always mocked you for how close you and the other gotten. His name was Richard, befitting of his attitude of being a massive dick.

"Remember the plan,don't wuss out on us or I'll slaughter you myself." The threat felt weak. You were always the better one at combat. He may be muscle, but the dumbass always used too much stamina,easily thrown off balance with a quick kick to the back of his knees. You stood,chest to chest with him,so close to his face that you could taste his breath.

"Maybe I'll do the favor first and slaughter you before you get the chance to see your precious leech." Your voice,filled with a silent rage as the threat hung in the air heavier than his. His eyes widened,his body stumbling slightly as you pushed forward just a bit. He huffed, moving to shove your body but you didn't budge, the fact sending him into a little huffing fit before he exited the room. The one thing that you shared with multi was his rage,over the years you adopted the tendency to hop into violence before resolving anything with words.

The hallway buzzed,doors to the apartments opening as the others filtered out into the winding corridor. Richard and Nadia, Pandemonium and frogger's handlers,side by side as they pushed past most of the group. The newbie woman,you never caught her name, unfortunately, because she herself had forgotten it over the years after being subjected to multiple tanks of chainsmoker's gas until she built an immunity to it. She had a foggy mind. Her eyes always dazed and emptied, but she always seemed to be functioning-just somewhere in the clouds further away. The jealousy of that,the feeling of not being there was something you craved instead of being able to feel the hell of emotions you've been going through.

"Come," Pinkie's handler, Cassandra, had pulled you forward. You had begun to lag behind,the group straying away due to the negativity they were feeling off of you. Your face,contorting over a while to have a naturally resting angry face,it worked to dettered any strangers, but it also seemed to scare your fellow expendables.

"Sorry," you muttered out,picking up your pace as the other gaurds pushed past with all the luggage. They were in a hurry,your group being the first to go down, so the luggage had to be rushed down first and hidden before the rest of the fifty could find it. The submarine had clearly been a pricier one,a larger one fitted with nice seats that weren't as cushioned as a chair, but it would make do instead of sitting on the harsh metal floor.

"Alright, yall,say your goodbyes!" It was almost as if you were all a Hive mind, instead of waving your boss goodbye as the submarine doors closed,you shot her the middle finger. A sadistic smile plastered on your face at the final act of redemption, your suits weren't fitted with the explosive devices like the others, so it would be easier to take detours the others would die taking. The submarine let out a loud beep, the sound signaling the decent down of both subs. This was going to be the longest part,you couldn't just decent to that depth within minutes. The others were smart enough to smuggle something through, sparky had brought multiple sets of uno down and invited you,so you decided to join them with the games.

Multiple hours had passed, each hour being signaled by a loud buzzing sound that was given no warning. You could see outside the window slightly,the sight of the other submarines following closely behind as you all neared the underwater facility. The pressure of the sea was becoming more bearable,your body adjusting to it quite quickly as you had lived down there for such a long time once before. As the intercom buzzed to life,you heard your bosses voice loud and clear as she went over the plan once more. Making sure everybody heard it before the submarine surfaced into a familiar loading dock,the doors opened with a rhythmic beeping sound.

"Never thought I'd see this place again," sparky had said, practically bouncing on his feet when the other submarines filtered in, then left to make room for more. Ten people had been crammed into five subs, a total of fifty eight people, including your squad. You could tell who was who, the other people you were supposed to send to their demise were wearing Grey suits instead of the deep pitch black suits your group wore. They labeled your group by colors,Richard muttering something about 'marching on skittle squad' ,cackling to himself before Cassandra smacked him over the back of his head. He yelled at her angrily,going to whack her, but Cassandra was faster. Her hand cracked against his face,a loud smack being heard, but it was drowned out by the chatter of the hoard of expendables as they pushed past into the facility.

Let the games begin,shall we?

You were dubbed the team leader, sebastian's handler Ethan had been dubbed co-lead,you two were the smartest out of the bunch so it was natural for you both to be picked. The other expendables had been instructed as normal,follow the lit up pathway and make it to the crystal, loot any files and research, the norm. Out of the groups, you could spot bullies amongst bullies that all seemed to want to team up. They shoved past everyone,grabbing any research within arms reach before the door opened to reveal the next room. You stuck close to your group, Ethan knew spots to hide and avoid the lockers, so it was going to be quite easy to avoid death until later on. The bully group had pushed past so far, leaving your group in the way back, but this left an opportunity as the lights flickered.

"Angler!" Angler's handler suddenly shouted, men and women panicking alike as they darted to lockers and into safe spots that would get them killed. This provided the perfect opportunity for your squad to run by,the false scream had scared enough of them to allow you and your group to where the other bullies were. They had managed to grab flash beacons,flashlights, and other useful items to light up the way. When the next door opened,the lights flickered before a certain A.I. popped onto the screen to the next door. Your squad and half of the other expendables were trapped in this room as the sounds of some creature began to tear its way through the other end where the lagging expendables were. The lights flickered once ,then twice,sparky shouting out as electricity began to flicker and dance through the room. Something had tore its way through the hallway a bit further away, a static screech being heard nearing.

"Hide!" He whisper shouted, your squad diverting to dive into hidden safe spots as the others began to panic when nearly all of the safe areas were taken. A few diving into lockers quick enough to avoid blitz as he tore through the room,the A.I preventing him from going further by locking the heavy duty door. Painter showed his joy by cackling,

"You still have company" The A.I shouted over the hum of electricity.

Sparky had dove into your spot,his body folded uncomfortably as he did so, but he kept this position to save you both from death while blitz tore through each corpse. The A.I. was dead set on killing your squad regardless of how he did it, while blitz was too set on the feast he had just created for himself and the others.

"Do the plan we're alone!" You whisper shouted, knowing this may kill him, but it was worth a try since all of your lives were at stake here. Blitz was close to finding Cassandra, his larger body hovering over the table she stayed firmly hidden under. His body was too heavy for the flimsy table to handle as it began to bend, blitz began screeching when the sound of another human rang through the room, the sound causing your ears to nearly bleed from the intensity.

"HEY" Sparky shouted,his body moving to upright itself as he slipped out of the spot. Blitz turned his gaze and body away from the table, a mad laugh tearing itself out of his throat before he rolled forward. The table flipped,sending blitz forward too fast for even him to reach before his face made contact with the metal floor with a loud thump. His body contorted as he wiggled in pain like a worm would move. Sparky made the decision to see if he were okay,a dumb one at best as blitz quickly uprighted himself to pull down sparky. You could see as claws dug into the mans skin, a hand wrapped around his throat,becoming tighter and tighter until he let go with a sadistic huff. He didn't recognize his handler at first,too bloodlusted to know his best friend was the one he was pinning down.

"It's-me-" sparky choked out, the clawed hand tightening around his throat once again as sharp nails dug into the skin of his neck. You couldn't smell it, but the scent of his blood filled blitz's nostrils,something in it snapping the creature out of his blood lusted craze as he peered down at the human beneath him. The door suddenly opened,the A.I. huffing as the remaining expendables neared, the sound of them talking startling blitz out of his thoughts. Sparky looked up at you,giving you a double thumbs up without a smile, then blitz screeched,grasping sparky by a handful of his suit before he dragged the now yelling man into a different open hallway. His screaming soon faded away, and you were praying he survived this-he was one of the few you could stand long enough without throttling with a chair funnily enough. The door closed as the sounds of sparky finally disappeared, locking behind with a click.

The others filtered out of their spots,a quick headcount showing that it was solely sparky that was snatched up while nearly fifty percent of the other expendables had been slaughtered. Leaving only a select handful of the squad, which didn't include your squad. Your group had made it to the door thirty-seven before blitz attacked. Luckily, nothing had beforehand, but it was slightly frustrating considering you were actively hoping to find them. One down,seven more to go.

Malevolent Merchants handler had been the next to go. Luckily, he had found her room due to the role she was playing in this. A quick snack pitstop,she was one of the ones trying to aid your squad to the end. The emptied vending machines were her doing, crates apon crates of various snacks,chips, and sodas were scattered around the room. She had luckily recognized your group,waiting until the others filtered out before she embraced her handler in a tight hug. She had grown exponentially too, she was shorter than you were before but now she stood towering over everyone. She was nearly seven feet tall now, her body gaining muscle and scars littered her exposed form. She even gifted your group free snacks, hiding a happy smile once she figured out her handler was here to stay. She dragged him further into her living quarters,a hole in the ground that led somewhere into a foresty room she called home. Both chattering and rambling away happily. It felt nice,none of the squad died just yet, so there was some hope in this. A small part of you hoped Richard would die but another hoped he was able to handle pandemonium like he did once before.

Funny enough further down,you could hear as an expendable entered her room,the angry shouts that commenced. The muffled conversation of merchant yelling 'PAY YOUR TAB OR DIE' as she used an expendable to beat sebastian who had unfortunately entered at the wrong time. You could hear see the commotion,Merchants handler freaking out as he witnessed her use human nunchucks against the serpentine creatures. You knew this person-they had boasted about their streak of free items from the malevolent being.

One of the surviving bullies had been trailing behind you a bit too close,sometimes even standing right next to you as he acted like nothing was happening. You could feel his eyes examining your body,mentally undressing your form with how he stared at you. At some point, it was just you two, he had gotten a bit too close for your liking but Cassandra stepped quick enough in before he could push it further. She shouted at him,the sound not scaring him so she began to bark at him loudly. The sound is morbid and animalistic, the bully freaking out as she neared him spitting and barking. Luckily, this worked to push him away as he retreated further forward.

"Thank you," you said softly,rubbing the nape of your neck with little hope it would get rid of the nasty emotions you were feeling.

"I got your back girl" Cassandra said before pausing,peering out of the open window next to you. She motioned you to quickly come near.

"What?" You sounded confused. She huffed, violently yanked you forward to press your face agianst the glass, an extremely familiar sight filling your vision as A_60,aka Mackintosh, had been swimming by further to the front. You could feel the familiarity of his static when he passed,the feeling comforting against the cold glass before it disappeared completely. He floated there for a moment,turning his head a little bit to see where he could find an opening in the facility wall. You watched as he drew two axes from straps wrapped around his tentacle limbs, an opening in the wall allowing him to push into the building. If you strained your eyes enough, you could see the blurry shapes of your squad panicking as the bright light of his red glitchy static tore through multiple rooms much further within seconds.

"He's coming,go! Go!" You rushed Cassandra into the next room ,shoving her into one of the siderooms as he approached rapidly. The sounds of people running and claiming lockers filled your ears until a particular group of expendables had entered the room,pushing into your sideroom. This only served to attract him into said sideroom as one of the newbies had an axe lodged into the meat of his thigh that bled violently. The crimson blood dripping to the ground beneath him. Luckily, your hiding spot kept you and Cassandra perfectly hidden as the abnormally large beast tore through the men and women with a sickening sadistic laugh.

Most of them had either had their heads popped like a grape or tore by each limb by his tendrils or the almost new axe he brandished out of thin air. His mind too far gone at the moment to attempt to calm him down, but you needed to attempt it, considering he was such a rare sight to see in these expeditions.

Hours Before you had seen him,he was casually resting on one of the walls, waiting for your fellow expendables to pass far enough so he could finally feast. He didn't have a clue that you were here, floating in the salty water as his mind wandered to the blurry memories you both shared. He could barely remember your face,your scent,your blood,he wanted it all again. Time kept passing too fast for him while he waited for a chance and hoped you would come back. The thoughts dying a month into his seclusion within the facility, around the time they had begun to send search parties down,he lost the hope you were ever going to show up at all. The only thing keeping him sane was sebastian's near constant reminder, he even had pictures that kept the beasts sanity somewhat there.

Keeping your gaze on him as he began to calm down was a big mistake,his head snapping into the direction of your hiding spot as Cassandra was stepping over the couch you both hid behind. She screamed loudly, and her body immediately yanked was into the air by her hair. The lights in the hallways flickered rapidly,signaling the approach of something. You were halfway out the door,the only safe spot was in the other sideroom but that had a locker you were advised to avoid. An idea dawned on you suddenly, a stupid one but an idea nonthless

peered out the doorway,watching your fleeing form as it darted towards the adjacent room he was in. The thrill of the chase urging him along but he stopped to peer down at your body. You had stopped right in the middle of the halway,a familiar banshees screech approaching as the light bulbs brightened before bursting. You could hear the bloodshed as the rest of the others were slaughtered mercilessly. A shrill mocking laughter pierced your ears,the noise harsh and violent amongst the glitchy static that filled the room. Cassandra ran,knowing this was a horrible way to confront pinkie. Your arms raised as you were seemingly waiting for the being to come,a-60 hunched over slightly as he looked down with a confused look.

"R.I.P" she saluted you,diving into a locker as the familar pink being tore by. The rooms were plunged into darkness, she emitted no glow other than the faint purple hue from the angler bulb on her head. Pinkie,one you loved to call 'screechie' because of how loud she would be all the time,lived up to her name as she happily reached out towards you.

The suddenness of a massive jagged knife diving into her wrist was a sight to behold,some feral desire preventing a-60 from seeing your death before he could get his own hands on you. Purple blood dripped from the open wound before he thrusted the knife backward,a deep jagged wound forming along her arm before it fully pierced through the bone.

"MINE" he shouted,grasping pinkie by the wrist to launch her towards the wall. It was a difficult feat however as the smaller creature latched onto his wrist. The feeling of her long thin teeth sinking into his skin didn't deter the larger beast as he just became more annoyed than angry. You could see as pinkie was violently thrown around in the air as an attempt to throw her off but she was latched onto his arm too well.

She knew what she was doing,it was quite alarming.

He had half the mind to stab her, but Pinkie was just trying to survive. You also saw him using a trick to pry her jaws open like a snake so he could toss her into the corpse filled sideroom. It's almost as if the A.I. were waiting for his cue as the door slid shut, then locked with a click,pinkie screaming as she attempted to escape her now prisoncell. His attention turned back to you,he was completely unarmed, but he didn't care. A-60 had half the mind to slaughter you for this little stunt, but the strange feral desire to chase overwhelmed that,he knew you would need a head start.

Admist the chaos,he had violently thrown your body to the side. Your ankle had twisted with a painful crack while the whole fight played out,it had caught against a hole in the ground. He didn't know this,nearing your fallen body with a sinister grin while contemplating the idea he was coming up with. His hand reached up into the air, the air humming, then burst with energy as a familar looking rusted axe fizzled into life. The red glitching is almost alien and too foreign for you to comprehend.

You saw as he moved to chop down with the axe,your body moving with a sudden adrenaline like you were possessed. This angered him even further, the being you once played cards with now bloodlusted and hungered for your corpse. He was taking far too long,like he wanted you to run, but your ankle provided no aid in this situation. You peered up,mentally hoping and begging him to see who was infront of him.

Cassandra suddenly appeared with a whole can of febreeze,yelling something along the lines of 'taste fall breeze!' Before she sprayed it directly into his eyes. He hissed,his hands curling up to claw at his now fall scented eyeballs. The chemicals burned like a thousand needles piercing his eyes.

"AW-GOD-" he choked out,rubbing his eyes rapidly before he began to wildly flail his arms out to grab at anything within reach. Cassandra had fled moments prior ,leaving you alone with the almost empty can of febreeze. You looked up him,eyes widened with panic as he rubbed away whatever sprayed his weakened eyes. The fins on the side of his head wiggled,twitching while he listened to your heavy breathing.

"You got fire -" he paused,peering down at your tiny body. Something felt...familiar about you. This is really when you could take a better look at him,he had grown nearly triple in size. Still as thick and muscled as before, but his hair had grown quite a bit,he had a scruffy, messy beard that looked uncared for. He had more scars too,the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to expose his hairy arms. He had a few piercings too, a golden nose piercing that looked like a bull ring, some ear fin piercings, he even had golden rings on his fingers that spelled out something. He held an axe up in his hand,not remembering who you were until he brought the axe down,your scream shocking him out of his crazed daze-it should've fueled it but that scream was all too familar to his aching ears. Your scream.

"It can't be..."he dropped the axe,his smile disappearing as quickly as it came before the bully from before had entered. He shouted something about saving you, but easily shoved him away with a thick tentacle. He was more content on staring at you,taking in your body while his hands began to trace up your sides to explore every curve there. The bully shouted,suddenly being torn apart easily by the thick black and red tendrils that languidly moved around you both,the bloodied scene ignored by the beast who had a lazy happy smile. He wasn't entirely sure at first if it was actually you, his large hands scouping your body up easily before he dived into a different portion of the facility. The doors that were there before had been broken open,allowing him easy access through the winding corridors. A trail of blood followed behind,the smell of metal filled your nose before it was suddenly drowned out by his overwhelming scent. The room you were pulled into was rather large, the darkness of the space providing a familiar comfort you both knew all too well.

"Tell me something she would know." he dropped you onto the mattress, settling down in front of you with a determined look,the room began to glow with a familiar red hue.

"Remember the time you tried to climb the walls and got stuck so you had me throw buckets of oil onto you -" That's all he needed to hear. That memory was all too embarrassing to think of. He grumbled something to himself, a hand moving up to muffle your words before you could finish speaking. He moved his hand away to cup the side of your face, then he pulled it away,his body moving so he could lazily rest on his stomach next to you. The tentacles around you moved,sliding the blanket you sat on to lay down next to him so a thick arm could wrap around your body. He kept you firmly there. This entire time, he had been thinking you were a hallucination and that his sanity finally snapped.

"I'm here,it's me," you said softly. You hadn't done this before, but your hand moved to scratch the thick scruffy beard he grew. The physical touch finally grounded him to reality,your touch did wonders to sooth his thought filled mind.

"I'm here to stay. They sent us down here to see how you guys are,they want us to do research on you guys but I just can't-this is the first taste of freedom I've had in months" your soft voice echoed in the room, one of his finned ears perking up while he listened carefully. He knew the feeling,the airyness of freedom he had tasted before it was suddenly drowned out by the fact he was still as stuck as he was before. Nowhere would accept him, so he decided to stick here. The hotel he came from originally was probably tore down and condemned, so he couldn't go back there to terrorize them there. Sebastian had suggested he stay here with the others,to turn this facility into a place he could call home.

"Yer not leaving me again anyways," he stated,giving you no room to argue before he rolled onto his back. Macintosh pulled your smaller form on top of his, his body moving to sit back up against the pillows while his hands moved to rest on your hips,his thumbs tracing circles into the clothed skin before it dipped underneath a hole it created with his claw. The sound of ripping filled the room as he suddenly sat upright,slicing through your suit and clothing like butter.

"I finally get to do this" he grumbled. He didn't have a huge idea on what to do but he would make it work. He leaned down,grabbing a fistful of your hair to tilt your head and exposed your bare neck to him, a faint bite mark was there from the previous one he left you nearly a year before.

"Stay quiet for me" he huffed out, opening his mouth before he clamped back down onto the same spot. He wasn't going easy,sinking his fangs into the sensitive portion of your collar bone,you could feel as his tounge began to lick any blood that formed,his beard rubbing and tickling the exposed skin. He groaned,the sound deep and throaty as he feasted, the sweet taste of your blood was too addicting like a candy he never wanted to let go. Mac's hands rubbed against your exposed skin,peeling away any other clothing that separated you both. His large hands move back down to trace circles on your hips,claws digging in and scraping the skin but not drawing blood.

"Fucking delicious" he snarled, tendrils moving quicker than you could comprehend as you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach. His hands gripped your hips once again,the large limbs raising you up to press your exposed lower half firmly against the connection between his human and the other half. The two of you never went this far,never wanting the scientist to watch because of the first time. The closest you two had gotten was him shoving his tounge down your throat while finger fucking you insane.

"Be a good girl and let me have my fun" he said lowly,his gaze darkening once he saw your body finally go limp,submitting to his many advances. You could feem as something was pricking your thighs. It didn't seem like you were given much choice either as the feeling of burning toxins coursed through your weakened body, the awaiting tendrils eagerly wrapping around your legs to pry them open with ease. Your suit had been torn,shredded by now so he could explore the skin as much as he wanted. The small hidden spikes along the palm of his hands had pricked into your skin in multiple places,the small puncture wounds burning so fast.

He said nothing,letting the toxin do its work as he watched for any negative reaction. He could also hear the yelling of pandemonium as he burst past the other room and then down the hallway to chase some prey. A poor wall dweller he dubbed food, and you could hear the happy yelling of Richard that signaled he was well and alive-unfortunately. The sounds soon were drowned out by the signature TV static a-60 loved to use. Your world seemingly turned upright when he traced his finger down the sensitive line of your spine,distracting you from the sensation of him adjusting both of your bodies in a way to expose the slit hidden beneath the thickest of the red and black tendrils. pulled your body up,pressing it firmly against his chest before he grasped your knee to hoist it up. The sudden exposure to cold air forcing goosebumps to form while you began to feel some anxiety and eagerness towards what he was going to do.

The position you were in didn't give you the best view as a thicker tendril moved to keep you sitting on your knees. The thick skin oddly soft and squishy beneath your legs,your mind was feeling something that was comforting. He didn't give any warning though as he dipped the tip of a tendril inside of you, wating a second before it wiggled slightly, the burning stench sudden and jarring amongst his comforting gestures. His right hand began to massage small circles into your side as the other moved to rub the bundle of nerves between your legs in an attempt to distract you. The rough pad on his fingers added to the sensation, a wetness growing between your legs that aided the tendril when he pushed it further in. The stretch burned,the sensation growing more intense when he finally pushed as far as he could,rubbing anywhere it could reach. His fingers moved faster, mac's free hand moving to grasp the bottom of your jaw ,his tounge sliding out after he forced your mouth open with his thumb. Your head craned back uncomfortably, a few moments shared between you two before he shoved his tounge further down your throat,nearly suffocating you before it pulled back out slightly to let you breath for just a moment.

He didn't give you any time to adjust,his pace becoming unpredictable as soon the feeling of something else poked next to the tendril lodged inside of you. Something felt different, the head felt so much warmer than the tendril that began to try to make room for whatever that there. It began to wiggle violently, jerking against the sensitive spot within your body before his hand moved down, his fingers moving to open you up further,the stretch burning more and felt mildly uncomfortable. The feeling of the ribbed tendril rubbed against you for a second,it felt slick and wet.

"Breath" he muffled out,pulling you further into the tounge filled kiss once again. The fins on the sides of his head wiggled,showing his satisfaction and joy when his eyes slowly shut. He was enjoying the feeling of you squirming against him, your walls tightening around him in such a way he never wanted to pull out. It was already a tight fit as is before the head slipped inside,stretching you even further after his fingers moved. The slight relief doing wonders until the first ridge and bump poked in,then the second,then every single other ridge until he was to the base. He ignored some of your squirming, allowing you to adjust but he didn't take too long as the warmth urged him to move. Each barb wasn't hard,they were round and felt heavily as each popped in and out. He didn't move his hips, using a pair of tendrils to slowly move your body up and down in a rhythmic pace he wanted.

"I'd love to hear you scream-" he said after pulling away,his tounge covered with a mixture of yours and his spit. Your lip bled,he bit it when he pulled away. "But ya need to stay quiet,be a good girl and let me have fun..I also hid a little secret all these years so keep yer mouth shut" his accent came back, the tendril inside of you moving at a different pace, wiggling against the sensitive spot inside of you. His fingers rubbed circles once again over your clit,his pace uneven but widely pleasurably as he fucked you through his own feral desires. The room filling with the wet sounds of your desires as he quickly neared his own end, pent up all these years. The floor creaked with every moment as if it were bending underneath your shared weights.

An idea dawned,the tounge fucking your throat had left soon after he changed positions. His back laying against the mattress as you were moved to ride him,the tendrils aiding you most of the way but he had left you to do the rest of it. Your hips rolled against the slit, a tendril firmly planted beneath you so you could use it as leverage. He had no pupils so you couldn't see where he was looking,his eyes half lidded and almost glazed over while desires burned through him. Your hands were planted firmly against his pelvis as your hips rolled back to meet every thrust,,determined to send you both over but the toxins seemed to keep you on the edge. The strange smile forming on mac's face as he realized you were becoming frustrated. His body jostling upright so quickly it send you flying onto your back, the tendril inside of you had slipped out with a wet pop before it pushed back inside with little resistance.

What you learned to be a smaller tendril,what looked to be an inhuman dick, ribbed to hell and rubbed so sweetly inside of you,hadn't revealed its purpose just yet until he began to wildly move them again. A sudden pain shot through your pelvis before he paused, watching your reaction as you adjusted to the foreign stretch, his body folding down to smother you a while the ribbed tendril pushed further into the entrance your womb. The feeling burned painfully,his hands moving down to grasp a handful of your breasts before his thumbs kneading circles into the sensitive nubs there. He was clearly too blissed out to care about much,the swelling growing more and more until it pushed against the tight resistance of your womb. Your toes curled at the feeling,the pain burning into a strange arousal as something pushed past and plopped itself inside of you. It felt round,large and oddly warm.

"Many more to come" he purred out happily,his ear fins wiggling madly while the insane smile came back. You weren't going anywhere anytime soon. It felt like hours had passed when he was almost done,your abdomen builging out slightly from the amount of eggs he had pushed into your awaiting womb. He had regained some humanity midway through, a shaky hand reaching down to comfort you. His grip tightened whenever you tighted around him, the tendril before had wiggled itself free to rub quick wet circles into your sensitive clit. His hands were too focused on fondling the mounds of flesh,addicted to the feeling of your soft skin beneath his rough fingertips whenever he kneaded it. Somewhere in between this, he began to produce this thick red smoke whenever he exhaled out. He had done this before but only when he was in one of his rare moods.

The smoke-oh god the smell, it should've disgusted you when you inhaled it in but the sensation it created did wonders to sooth your aching body. The overwhelming scent of cigars filled your nose ,some tangyness of metal, and somehow the scent of citrus and cherries. He had been acting on instinct most of the time anyways, the last of the eggs filling you before you felt him pull out. The hope he was done dawned in your mind before it was shattered as he suddenly thrusted the ribbed tendril back into your womb,small movements keeping it firmly planted inside of you before it finally slipped out.

It was all too much,the feeling of your release and his slipping out, the way he moved to place you back down onto the mattress. He wanted to taste it,peering down at the slick that dripped from you, but there was a point you needed to rest. Your eyes had already closed,a clean tendril moving your body to lay against the mattress. Some part in his mind screaming to leave,he just scrambled you but some other part forced him to stay. His body moving on its own,one of his thick arms wrapped around your body to keep it close while his hand rested possessively over your bloated stomach. Knowing it was severely unwise to awaken you so he decided to join you in the land of slumber.

To tell you the truth,he didn't mean for it to get this far. Watching your sleeping body while it was curled tightly against his side,he didn't move at all so he didn't disturb you. Originally macintosh had the idea to slaughter you if you were some fake lookalike but this-your eyes,your hair,everything. It was you without a doubt. Sebastian's words echoed in his mind,the faint memory of the fish freak telling him that you'd be back,he'd have to thank him in some way later on. The A.I had popped in some hours after you were sleeping,keeping his voice down as he spoke to a-60. The beast didn't have a care if anyone else died,only the handlers had lived but his only concern was you. He felt a bit bad for terrifying you before but he couldn't help the desires,the feral urge to chase and kill like a rabid dog.

“Hey” he said softly,slowly nudging your body until your eyes fluttered open. Your mouth opened,a tiny yawn escaping that looked adorable in his eyes tired eyes. The room was filled with the stench of sex,him,and your sweat, his body was the only thing you could see with the way you were pressed against him.

“You good?” he asked.

“mhm” you could barley keep your eyes open,he could tell.

“Want to sleep more?” he asked gently,chucking when you rapidly nodded your head and then buried it into the thickness of his chest. Something in you kept your mind from going back into the abyss of slumber.

He was a living furnace,producing enough heat to where you didn't need the blanket he had thrown over top of both of you but he needed it. He couldn't feel the body heat he produced, mac had been greedily sapping your warmth despite being the bigger beast. The tendrils around your legs moved as he adjusted to lay on his stomach,exposing his scarred back to you. He had clearly been through alot more fights over the years,some looking to be from pandemonium from how harsh and deep they were. He always got so touchy with you,why not return the favor?

He didn't notice your hand reaching up before it was placed onto the top of his head,his body jumped slightly from the sudden touch but he relaxed quickly. Mac huffed,his eyes slowly closing from the feeling of your hand scratching through the tangled strands on his head. Even as you grabbed a fistful to untangle it,he remained still, his chest rumbling and body vibrating as if he he had been purring like a cat,the attention felt heavenly to his touch starved body. The creature wasn't feeling pain,he just desired to be loved like he was now.

The fins on his head wiggled when your thumbs brushed against them,the brightest idea to gently caress and gently rub the small wiggling limbs. Macintosh had gone limp underneath you some time into this, the purring seemingly getting louder and louder until he began to drool from it all. His eyes closed shut,mouth slightly agape as spit rolling down his lip,clearly blissed out. The combination of your hand in his hand and one scratching behind his ear silenced his normally active mind. He felt your hands pull away, he involuntary let out a whiney groan.

“More?” you could feel him press his head against your hands,clearly too blissed out to do anything himself as he awaited for more scratches. He didn't care if this ruined the vision of him being big and scary,he just wanted this more than anything else.

“Oh fine,you big lump” you joked,your smaller hand moving to scratch underneath his chin before you ran your hands through the thick hair there. Eventually he fell asleep, snoring loudly amongst the quiet of the room. This left you to be the only one awake,allowing you to explore even more than you could before. Your actions had knocked mac out cold, he was too far to be manually awoken so you left him be with the idea to explore. He had a pile of clothing shoved into the corner,most of it were white button ups,some jeans and even funnily enough there were cowboy hats thrown about in the room. Your suit had been torn beyond any repairs, it laid on the ground shredded beside the bed that he slept in. He would glow faintly everytime he exhaled,the faint red hue filling the room light a gentle nightlight, it helped you to see what you were doing.

Your body ached horrifically when you stood, the sticky mess between your legs felt madly uncomfortable so you'd have to find a shower or somewhere to clean this up. Your stomach bloated,it wasn't bad-like you had eaten far too much food, a majority of the eggs had dipped in size towards the end of it so it became easier by then. The room became too dark and extremely difficult to see in,there was a giant hole where the door should be that led into an equally dark hallway. stayed asleep,he har used up a good chunk of his energy before.

The only thing that really fit was his shirt, a large white button up that hung like a dress over your petite form. You could be average height but was a beast of a man,triple the size of any body builder you've seen up close. The fabric was somewhat see-through but it provided something to cover your naked body. Painter had flickered to life, watching you from afar while trying to decide what to do. The other handlers were too busy to help,all occupied with their own beast so he had to do something.

“hey” his voice startled you,your body jumping slightly before you peered up at the flashing screen next to the door. “take the path,go clean up” faint almost broken light bulbs lit up along the winding corridor,you couldn't see much at all as you carefully stepped through the rubble. A limp in your step whenever you walked but it didn't deter you from the idea of finally having a shower without the prying eyes of urbanshade. Privacy,very much needed privacy.

“Thank you” the A.I had disappeared sometime ago,the lights dying out soon after he had. The only light source was the changing rooms light as you entered it,the familiar sight of the old women's locker room filled your vision. Dust and dirt lined the walls,the only clean area of it was the bathroom area that looked to be freshly scrubbed clean. The large inground hottub would have to make do since when you turned the nosil to the shower,it didn't turn on.

Soon the room had filled with steam,the sounds of running water filling the tub. Luckily there had been what looked to be men's soap,shampoo and conditioner sat next to the tub. Your locker was in here,surely your old gym clothes would be here too? The thought bringing some joy to your mind as you rounded the corner-just to see your locker had been tore completely open as if it had exploded from the inside. Nearly all of your items were gone,leaving just a single sanitary pad and a pair of dirty underwear. You could see monstrous claw marks along the concrete walls. It was only a month prior but he had tore through your locker after getting a wiff your scent,somehow thinking you were hiding in there just to be greeted by your clothing instead. He destroyed the locker in the process,stealing your clothing along with it.

The tub almost overfilled by the time you got back to it,the water steaming from how hot it was but it's what your body needed. Urbanshade never allowed you in particular to use the hot water, cold baths only to shock your limbs awake. Your body felt like it was in heaven from how the water embraced you,a warm tight hug. The shirt you wore was discarded so you could submerge fully underneath the water,your shoulders sinking further until until it was just your head that stuck out of the tub.

Unbeknownst to you,mac had awoken and promptly began to freak out once he realized you were not laying next to him. The idea that you were snatched-it brought rage back,white hot rage that burned to the point he nearly shattered painter when he flickered into life. He first frantically tore apart whatever he could in the room,catching a whiff of your scent finally as he did so. He took a second to think before he punched a hole into the wall out of sheer frustration.

He called out your name,peering around the winding hallway ,the tendrils beneath his body moved him along the rubble. The sight of the locker rooms light being on had stopped him,he wondered if merchant came to deliver his weekly supplies a bit earlier than intended. Sounds echoed through the halls as blitz tore through the facility,they had sent yet another group of sorry sacrifices to die for them.

“Hello?” He slipped through the locker room door,knocking on it loud enough for you to hear. Your eyes were shut tightly,allowing the hot water to do its magic while you floated there in the giant hottub. He turned the corner,peering down at your relaxing form, he had half the mind to join you but something seemed to stop him. He still was hesitant about this all,mac didn't want to push it too far than he already had but a huge part of him craved to sit there and demand attention.

“I can feel you staring,come on” your voice startled him out of his thoughts, his body eagerly moving to slip into the heated water next to you. He took up a good majority of the tub,water tipping over the edge then onto the floor around you both. He stayed put,leaning back against the edge of his tub with one arm wrapped around you,the other lazily rested on the lip of the tub.

“Aren't you supposed to be…killing people?” a perfectly okay question to ask,this seemed out of character for the creature to act like this.

“Miss this? Nah” he stated simply, tendrils Moving to wrap around your body to keep you pressed firmly against his side.

You could feel as his hand began to scrub through your hair,between everything he had grabbed a bottle of shampoo and spurt some of the contents on his hands. The cold gel shocking you for a moment before he began to scrub it into your scalp,massaging your head in circles. He was going a bit rough,unknowingly putting in a little too much strength until he adjusted to put less. The poor beast would have to adjust due to his increased strength, it would explain why your hips were so bruised aswell from the harsh grip he had on them. You could see the handprints he left,now bruised blue and black from the previous encounters.

The sounds of moving had startled you out of your daze,sebastian's voice echoing through the other lockeroom. You could hear as the shower was turned on,the sound of Ethan’s voice shouting out about the cold water as sebastian cackled from the funny sight of Ethan wiggling beneath it. Clearly those two had connected once again,they didn't care for prying ears while they were chatting loudly within the next room. Their talking soon drowned out by the showers as they turned more on. The both of you had began to ignore it,too focused on eachother.

The silence shared between you two was deafening but also comforting, the chance to be this close to you was all he needed to he satisfied at the moment. Yes he wanted to take you here,bend you over the side of the tub and fuck you senseless but he needed to control himself better. Though the look you gave him as his hands trailed further down,grasping a handful of your breast before kneading the mounds of flesh while he rolled and pinched your nipple between his fingers. He just couldn't resist, your skin felt so soft beneath his calloused fingertips.

He peered down,watching you with that signature shit eating grin he always seemed to have. The light in the room had popped suddenly after,presumably from something he had just done to purposly plunge you both into darkness. His hand moved first before anything else,the roughness of his skin rubbing against your face when he went to cup it. His other free hand went to rub your belly for a moment ,his fingers dipping further down to gently push against the skin there. You could feel something push against your womb,the feeling was too painful at first,your pained face causing him to stop until the pain had went away.

“Can't keep them in forever,they're duds for now” he huffed, you didn't know how he knew this-you didn't want to ask why he knew that too. The water swished with both of your movements, his hands yoinking you onto his lap with your back pressed against his chest. Two tendrils easily pried open your legs,he did most of the work anyways while you waited for him. The familar prick against your thigh, your skin began to burn once again like before. It felt mild,it wasn't as intense and seering like hours prior,this was meant to just ease the exit of each egg.

(See visual here since tumblr would censor this

“Just-let Me-” he wrapped an arm around your neck locking you into a headlock. You could feel the stickiness of a thick tentacle as it gently press down onto your stomach,the feeling of your womb not wanting to give in at first was madly painful until it finally did. The first egg popped through,your hands grasping and clawing at his arm while that kept you perfectly still. His fingers tested the rim of your hole before they dipped in,opening you up more so the egg could plop out with ease. The pain died into a mad blinding pleasure, each red sphere slipping out easier and easier every time until the largest of the bunch needed to come out. He had been watching you the entire time,your face contorted into a pleasure filled mess. Tears had been rolling down your cheeks, your hands clawed at his forearms for freedom from the tightening headlock. For a moment the denial of air-the way you were being choked,it left you breathless. It wasn't painful,the lightheadedness felt madly comforting when it stopped all of the thoughts that ravaged your mind.

“Hey-Earth to snack-” at some point you had passed out,forgetting to warn him about your impending stayed before you fell unconscious. He had panicked at first,shaking your body a bit before he stopped. knew you were breathing-he had just suffocated you a bit too much. He didn't know if you did or didn't like it,he wouldn't be doing that again for awhile.

“I'm okay” he heard you breath,he let out a sigh of relief before he pulled himself out of the tub with you in his arms. The eggs simply floated,he would have to figure out something and hopefully sebastian wouldn't find them again. The toxin still burned in your bloodstream,the ache growing more and more between your legs,the burning hot desire and its almost like he could smell it,the sinister grin coming back once he realized you were still ready to go for more,an eagerness bubbling up to the surface when you both neared his room. Nothing could stop him now as he tossed you onto the bed,not bothering to dry either of you off as you were flipped onto your stomach,ass forced to perk in the air to expose yourself to him.

“Good girl” fuck,those words. His voice,thicker with arousal and his accent showing itself proudly. His hands grasped a fistful of your cheeks,spreading them and your legs open for him. Not a single warning was given as he pushed the wet thick muscle of his tounge into you, the taste of your arousal had fueled him even more. He growled,the sound deep and throaty as his mouth opened even wider to allow the thickest portion to enter you. You could feel while it wiggled around,squirming as it jabbed itself against the sensitive spot within you. His thumb moved down,rubbing quick fast circles into your clit while he practically made out with your lower half.

There was a moment you had been sent over the edge but he didn't care,too worried about the feast he was just given. It sounded nasty,wet slurping mixed with the sounds of his tounge fucking itself into you. His beard had become matted at some point,chin dripping with your desire and arousal while he fisted himself without shame. His hand firmly gripped the ribbed tendril between his legs,a claw tipping into the leaking tip to prevent himself cumming from simply from eating you out. His own groans muffled until you had attempted to pull away,the sensations becoming far too much at one point. He only gave you a few moments of reprieve,flipping onto his back so you would sit your pretty little ass onto his face. The thought of suffocating him would be more severe if it weren't for the fact he kept smothering himself with the meat of your thighs and pussy like a starved man.

“slow down-” you choked out,interrupted by a tendril shoving itself down your throat to gag you.

“No.” you weren't fighting this.

Unfortunately, the A.I. had not excused himself in time as he witnessed nearly the entire ordeal, something short circuiting further into the facility before he could dive back into his web. You didn't notice painter at all,the smug bastard had even started to record what was happening while he went to torture the newest group of expendables. Something he would possibly use as blackmail against mackintosh in the future,if he ever had that sort of shame to begin with.

You could feel as a sticky tendril moved up your side,curling around the dips of your hips. He was becoming rather touchy again,both of your legs were already engulfed within the writhing mass. It's almost like he was trying to absorb you,your limbs heavy and feeling like jelly whenever you tried to move. Whatever he could inject you with,he seemed to do this on purpose eveytime to make it so you were a pliable mess to mold however he wanted. The room soon began to glow,his hands moving up to pull you fully down against his face,his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin before he pulled away completely. You needed the break but loathed the sudden emptiness it caused, the feeling short lived as his fingers dipped inside your warmth. Your body had been shifted to lay face down on the mattress,his fingers careful when he curled them against that sensitive spot there,slowly moving them until he could reach his knuckle.

“I don't feel like dealing with anything extra” mac huffed,he wanted to take it further but he already had to deal with the other eggs,shoving more inside of you was the last thing he wanted at the moment. The desire there,you could see it from how the ribbed limb wiggled behind your legs eagerly before it dipped into the small crevice between your legs,taking the place of his hand.

“Sorry” Liar. He was smiling the entire time he used the meat of your thigh as friction. Each nub and ridge rubbed against the sensitive bud there. The position you sat in was awkward, a hand keeping both of your thighs tightly shut while the other raised your hips for him so he could see what was going on,the ribbed tendril fucking the meat there with short quick thrusts. Your noises fueled him further, the tendril going ridged for a few seconds before sticky strands of white spurt out and coat your inner thighs. He was a bit too rough,his hands keeping your thighs shut as tight as they would go while the base of the tendril buldged out. You could see the sphere shape moving up before the tiny red pearl had plopped onto the bed beneath you.

He rambled,his accent too thick to understand but the deep rumbling of his voice seemed to sooth your body. ’s body violently jolted from the feeling of your hands wrapping around the sensitive tendril,your hands moving in sync to push him further as more shiny red eggs rolled onto the bed. What felt like hours was only minutes, the whole ordeal had ended a few minutes prior but he was still coming down from the blissful high.

From what you could see,he was staring up at the ceiling,head back as the ear fins wiggled madly,the shiteating grin on his face too. From what you could see,the red on his face was him blushing, something forcing a bright red glow to appear,it highlighted a good portion of his features.

“hey?” your body moved,legs more shaky than before but it didn't deter you as your hands reached up to cup his face,your thumb rubbing circles into the meat of his cheek. This seemed to ground him,the giant being letting out a long sigh,the air being filled with red smoke as he came to reality. His face still glowed but now brighter than before,your hands providing comfort amongst his foggy mind. His arms suddenly were around you,the eggs being swept away with little care so he could roll onto the mattress with you. Thick limbs providing warmth in the cold room,his arms kept you firmly planted next to him on the bed like you were going to disappear if he let go. A hand stroked your hair,tendrils wrapping around your body in a sticky hug,he wasn't wet he just felt like he was constantly covered with this weak glue.

“wake me up next time” he huffed,talking about earlier when you vanished.

“You don't need to escort me everywhere-”

“no, no, I do” he made the decision for you, hushing you by yanking you into the meat of his chest. The idea to bite him dawning on you, wanting payback for biting you.

It's like he knew what you were about to do but he didn't do anything to stop it,your teeth sinking into the squishy flesh of his breast. He laughed,moving to pry you off but you were firmly latched on,dead set on leaving a mark there. Once he discovered he could not pry you off easily,he simply laid there defeated until you were finished. Unbeknownst to him,you were also determined to cover him as a canvas with your bite marks. Each time you sank your teeth into his flesh-it felt either wildly ticklish or pleasuring. The meat of his stomach was particularly sensitive,he almost smacked you when he felt your hands trail down his ticklish sides. He would do the exact same though,so he didn't stop you. Infact,he had planned on doing the exact same.

Your world was turned upright,tendrils wrapping around your body as his hands moved to scrape along your ticklish sides. Your arms had been pinned down,unable to save yourself from the tickle onslaught ,he wasn't going to stop until he had you laughing. It wasn't long, he had struck the right spot that forced a giggle out of you,the asshole even had the gal to tickle you until you were begging him to stop. It was all play,similar to what you two did those years prior,mac would always fake being the looser until he found the opportunity to take over.

The scene between you both sat short lived, the suddenness of sebastian entering the hallway had ruined the small moment. You could hear as he yelled about how the two of you shouldn't be naked, Mac could tell you were beginning to panic but he yanked you back down before you could do anything,both of your naked forms lay on the damp mattress while the serpentine fish beast peaked hie head in. He didn't care,giving Mac a look like ‘I told you so’ with the smug grin, he didn't let you two say anything before he tossed in a few suitcases that were yours.

“the rest of your shit is In merchants room,go get it when you're done frisking the fish” his words momentarily shocked both of you,your eyes widened as you went to stare at the now angered mackintosh. Your hands went to sooth him,rubbing that sensitive spot beneath his ears to calm him down,the last thing you needed was mackintosh starting a fight while nude. Though…the thought was welcomed,he could tell your head was in further places while you were absentmindedly rubbing the fins there but he didn't say much of anything.

“Let's go see the others” he huffed,he rarley ever socialized but he would just this once. You two were almost always secluded alone those yesrs back but he had a TV that kept him entertained while you were also there.

“Yeah..sure” he grumbled,moving to grab the white button up he tossed in the furthest corner. Your suitcase had popped open,sending most of your clothes flying across the already messy floor. You didn't like the idea of cleaning up after both of you so you'd have to convince him to do some cleaning later.

He began to mumble something, nothing negative just grumbling about the back aches he was feeling at the moment. may be a strong beast but he too also felt the wear and tear of older age,the bath did little to sooth his aching muscles. You could see the tension,the way he tried to flex to pop his back but it did nothing. if you could pop it you would,knowing merchant would be better for said task since she was one of the few trained to do deep tissue massages. Something you would have to save for later, bargain with her perhaps. He huffed,buttoning up the shirt with ease before he turned back to face you.

“Good?” He asked ,making sure you were ready before the tendrils wrapped around your body once again,carrying you down the hall as he moved at an inhuman pace. One hand gripped the belt around his waist while the other free hand was used to hold yours. He seemed to love the softness of your skin,his thumb rubbing circles there while he navigated the facility.

He gave you a look,static filling the air before the telltale glitching started,it looked painful for him to do. The way you both materialized in the lounge room within seconds,startling sebastian in the process. Only a handful of the entities were here, blitz had disappeared moments prior because he heard the sounds of a coffee machine beeping. Angus the angler had been sitting there,playing cards and clearly winning against both merchant,pinkie,Cassandra, and frogger.

Your body was placed down onto a beanbag, a-60 taking a seat next to you while be began to sharpen the rusted blade attached to the straps on his side,a tendril curled around your body to slide the beanbag to his side. The domestic feeling of it all,regardless of how you looked-you all were here to stay until the day comes that they could be freed. The chance to escape wasn't going to show itself anytime soon,so you'd have to plan for it. A messed up family in the ocean of corpses you called home.

Hell of a welcoming gift,am I right?

visuals be here now and part 2 was chucked into this to make it even longer.

I will be referring to him as mac/Macintosh because of a discord server I'm in

#pressure #roblox pressure #pressure oc #a-60 #multu monster x reader

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year ago

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The Dream - Chapter Twenty One.

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Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Hello, Keri, my love! I am so sorry, a thousand apologies for calling you on a Saturday morning when I know you’ve likely been out last night getting very, very drunk!”

Those warm tones of a mostly Indian accent, punctuated every so often with little American twangs, were the last she expected to hear at 10am that morning, getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom so as not to wake Angel.

“Uncle Sunni!” she gushed excitedly, softly clicking the door shut and closing the toilet lid to take a seat.

“The one and only!” he chirped, Keri grinning widely. She swore, for every year that she’d known him, his accent had gotten stronger for returning to his parent’s homeland. “How are you, darling?”

“I’m really good! How are you and aunt Bee? And my cousins?”

“We are all very well, thank you for asking. Saanvi has decided she is a Miley Cyrus girl now, so this is all we have playing in the house, Sita is doing well with her dance classes, and Sanjay is awful. Please come and take him away!” His joke about their youngest had her in soft fits, Sunni continuing. “Listen, I was calling to get a hold of my brother-in-law, is he around? I cannot get through to his cell, your mother’s neither,” he spoke, hoping that all was okay with the family.

“Well, mom is in at work today doing some overtime, and I think David might be working on his truck. I don’t know, I’m not at home right now,” she revealed, finger combing her messy hair.

“Ahh, I shall keep trying him, then. He is probably listening to that bloody god-awful Rainbow music. Since you’ve been gone? Since I wish you would go, more like!” he exclaimed, snorting with laughter.

“That’s a classic!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, classic nothing!” Sunni yelled, his volume making her laugh. He always got louder by about twenty decibels whenever excited or trying to make a point. “That and his Boomtown Rats! I don’t like Monday’s? Nobody does, Bob Geldof! Bloody sit down and be quiet!”

She sat there in hysterics at his usual comic observations. Sunni was one of very few people who could legitimately make her cry laugh, her sides hurting. Usually from the hilarious banter he and Bee got into together, or the berating of her stepdad’s taste in music.

“So where are you, then? You say you’re not at home, are you in work? Did I disturb? I am sorry if I’m getting you into trouble,” he then asked, courteous as always.

“No, I quit my job recently. I needed more time at the weekends, plus with leaving college approaching and not wanting to have anything to tie me down so I can travel a little, I needed to do it soon anyway,” she began in explanation. “I’m at a hotel right now, my boyfriend is up visiting from Southern Cali.”

The noise of interest Sunni made had her in fits once more. “Oh! There is a new boyfriend on the scene! Have you been with him for long? Would I approve? What is he like?” She sat and gave him a brief outline of Angel to pacify his multiple questions, Sunni making little ‘umhm’ noises as she spoke.

“It sounds like you are very happy with this man, early days or not! I would fetch your auntie for you to have your obligatory girl’s talk, but it is her turn currently trying to get Sanjay to bed, and he is being an absolute horror about it!” Her youngest cousin Sanjay had just turned two and was most definitely living up to the term terrible two’s. “Anyway, I might as well tell you why I was trying to call David, share with you our news. I have been accepted for a post at Utah Valley Speciality Hospital, so good news, darling. We are returning to America.”

“Oh my god!” she screamed, suddenly clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, that’s amazing!” she then added much more quietly, drumming her feet softly against the tiled floor. “I can’t wait! When do you come back?”

“Not for another three months, just while we finish getting everything sorted at this end, selling the house, etcetera. We didn’t tell anybody, just in case it didn’t come through, but now that it has and there is also a chance that your aunt could have a job also opening up at the same hospital, now that Sanjay is of preschool age and she can return to work, we felt confident in sharing the news.” he explained, delighted at his niece’s reaction.

They chatted for a short time longer before ending their call, Keri absolutely ecstatic to have some of her favourite family members returning. Tying her hair up, she brushed her teeth and took a quick shower, coming out to find Angel checking his phone.

“What was all the excitement for? I heard a squeal of ‘oh my god’,” he grumbled, still sounding half asleep as he placed his phone back down, a hand sliding into her towel to stroke her hip.

“That was my uncle on the phone. He was trying to get a hold of my parents, but they’re not picking up. Anyway, he told me he and Bee are moving back over here, he’s got a job at a local hospital, so I’m over the moon that I’ll be able to see them regularly instead of once a year,” she shared.

“Yeah? That’s great, baby. I know you hated that they lived halfway around the world,” he replied brightly, just as his stomach began to growl. She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head as she leaned to kiss his abdomen. “I think I need feeding.”

An hour later and they were sitting inside a small restaurant, hard wood surfaces, Edison light bulbs and plants strewn over the large shelves that flanked the black walls, Keri bouncing in her seat with excitement at one particular dish on the menu.

Angel looked over at her with a smile. “You just saw the peanut butter pancakes, didn’t you?”

“I did!” she squeaked. How well he knew her. Anything with peanut butter, and Keri was on it in an instant.

Reaching for her hand, he squeezed it gently, thinking how adorable she was. “Y’all a hundred percent too cute, mamacita.” Her beamed smile made his heart skip a beat, sitting there feeling like he was the luckiest guy in the world. While the waited for their food, they sat and discussed her ever nearing departure from college, meaning that for the following three weeks they wouldn’t be able to meet with her workload going into overdrive in preparation to finish, but when she did, she had some plans.

“I’m going to book going over to Galway, but not for as long as I originally wanted to. If you could come then that’d be great, I think Aaron and Rachel are down, Frankie too. Jaime won’t be because of work. So yeah, we’re planning on that to be for two weeks. Then I was thinking of driving down to Santo Padre, maybe basing myself there for a while, travelling around Cali. If you don’t mind, that is?”

He put on a thoughtful face, scratching his chin. “Hmm, do I mind having my beautiful, sexy, funny, amazing girlfriend around more often? Hmm, lemme think on that.” She began laughing softly through her nose, leaning over to kiss him. “Of course, I don’t mind.” Despite the joviality of his statement, he felt a pit in his stomach at hearing her plans to travel. He pushed it down, though, reasoning that she wanted to stay with him in her time between.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” There was truly nobody he’d rather be stuck with. Their weekend went by in a blur, Keri holding him tightly before he departed, crying in his arms at how much she anticipated she was going to miss him. He hated leaving her behind whenever he had to go home again, but the buzz inside of knowing he’d get so much more time with her over the spring and summer alleviated the sadness of being separated from her.

While they were parted, he took his mind off it by putting in some serious time around the yard, taking on extra shifts, deciding to re-decorate his bedroom and make it look a little better than the mismatching bare essentials vibe, seeking some advice from a certain lady.

“You need a theme!” Sharise exclaimed, taking a cart from the front of the local homeware store, buzzing already. If Mrs Reyes thrived on anything, it was a decoration project.

He viewed her with mild disgust, his nose crinkling. “A theme? Nope. I saw a picture online and I want that. Dark green walls, white ceiling. I got new furniture on the way, too. I just need things to make it look less empty.”

“Rug, lamps, artwork, candles,” Sharise began to list.

“No candles!”

“Yes, candles!” she stated emphatically. “Keri likes them, she told me which is her favourite. Black coconut by Yankee, and they sell them here.”

He took a pause for a moment, his brow creasing. “Are you two making plans behind my back? Is this a little scheme you’ve cooked up to get some damned chick litter all up in my space?”

Sharise threw her head back, entertained at the chick litter term. “No! We were chatting the other night, she replied to one of my stories I put up with my candle collection all burning, and she mentioned she liked Yankee candles about as much as I do. Us girls talk about things like that, you know.”

“Hmph.” His mutter was then followed by a speedy swerve around the cart, Sharise attempting to put some large cushions into it. ”No cushions! My couch is fine as it is!”

“These are for the bed,” she clarified, gently slapping his arms, grabbing two more that were slightly darker.

“I got pillows, I don’t need ‘em!”

“They’ll finish the bed nicely, add a little depth of comfort.”

His face was a picture of confusion. “They add... what?”

“And when you’re having sex, you can pop a couple underneath your lady and they’ll tilt her hips in a way that means you get to hit a whole other host of different angles.”

He nodded, gesturing to the previously frowned upon items. “Alright, they can stay.” She grinned, tossing her braids over her shoulder as they continued, smug that she knew exactly what to say in order to get around his protests. He was, as she expected, still difficult, though.

“Sharise! Put it back,” he ordered, pointing as she wrestled with a giant, white sheepskin rug from the rolls gathered at the back of the store.

“You’re going for bare floorboards, right?”

He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am.”

“Then you need a nice rug to tie the room together!”

Depth of comfort and tying the room together. Her chosen language was completely lost on him. “But then I gotta vacuum the damned thing!” His complaint was accompanied by a little show of drama, folding his arms over the cart handle, resting his head down and regretting his decision to involve his sister-in-law.

“No, because the fleece is too long, it’ll get caught in the rollers. You just go shake it outside, et voila! Done.” Into the cart it went, Angel muttering in mild despair. Fluffy rugs. Was this what his life had become?

The rest of the store was browsed rapidly, Angel actually being able to make his own choices, loading up on photo frames he planned to put some of Keri’s photographs into after he’d had them blown up, a set of white plaster skulls that looked remarkably like the real thing, Sharise adding bits and pieces as she went for both him and herself. The large, black and grey vase with black birch twigs was not one of his choices, but he allowed it. Begrudgingly.

“So, you seem to be very content with Keri, then, with this talk of her coming to stay for a while,” Sharise observed, finishing the large mouthful of Cuban sandwich she’d just taken at a bar she’d driven them to, telling Angel she’d at least buy him lunch in apology for terrorising him in the home décor stakes.

He smiled, thinking of her. “I really am, she’s cool. Can’t wait to have her come kinda live with me, even though I think it’ll only be temporary.”

She noticed he sounded a little dejected by that. “Because of her travelling? You two are so sillily in love with one another, I can see her making Santo Padre her base when she isn’t, you know. I know it’s still early days, but you two fit together so well.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his brow furrowing. “I sometimes wonder if I’m the one who’ll be temporary. She’s so ambitious, and young still, too. Makes me wonder if we’ll last.”

“Well, just see how it goes, but don’t write off a future with her just because she has ambitions!” she gently suggested, reaching to squeeze his hand. “She doesn’t have to be around you all the time to be in a committed relationship with you.”

He snorted softly, looking uncomfortable, clamming up as she predicted he would. She would press, though. She’d heard of this before. “I did wonder, when you’d have your wobble.” His frown prompted her to continue. “Lucy told me, that back when you guys got together, you had a little bit of a freak out over whether she’d meet anyone else, and I suppose that’s rearing its ugly head again, with talk of Keri going off travelling around. You think she’s going to meet someone you assume to be better, don’t you?”

He grunted.

“Angel,” she spoke softly, reaching to stroke his face, tilting his head up. “You need to start putting to bed these feelings that you aren’t good enough. You are. Did Lucy find anyone else? Nope. So, there’s no saying Keri is going to. She’s crazy about you, for heaven’s sake! And I know what you’re gonna say, that other women in the past have only seen you as a short-term fling, but my love, that’s because it’s all you’ve offered to them, whether consciously or not.”

“Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right," he finally admitted, realising that it was his self-sabotage coming back to haunt him. As soon as he fell in love, it was only a matter of time before it came bubbling up to the surface, his fears of loss, of not being good enough.

He’d been pushing it down into his darkest depths for the last two weeks, ever since they’d confessed their love. It had been festering a little closer to the surface since her talk of travelling over breakfast the last time he’d seen her, though. The little pit in his stomach he’d felt? It had predictably taken root, no matter how much he didn’t want it to.

Looking over at Sharise, he felt his little padlocked gate begin to strain. If there was one woman he always opened up to, it was her. “I don’t want to wreck it all, but I’m kinda scared I will. I can’t just be happy. My fucking brain has to freak out and cause drama. Which I usually then fuckin’ thrive on.”

It suddenly clicked with Sharise, the sprucing up of his home. He wanted to hopefully make Keri feel as if it was hers, too. He wanted to find more ways to entice her return, hence doing away with the bachelor pad look, albeit with slight reluctance. Oh, he was too adorable, in such a beautifully, partially broken way. From what Keri had told her in exchanges messages, chatting online in order to get to know each other more, he had no reason to feel insecure. Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. People were rarely so simple.

“Angel, the only way you’re going to wreck it is by listening to that toxic little voice in the back of your head instead of Keri. Have faith. She came into your life for a reason. There’s no way that dreaming of her before you even met her is anything less than destiny. Believe in it. You were doing great until you let the panic creep in.” Taking another bite of her sandwich, she winked, Angel determined to take her advice on board.

It didn’t help that he was only a week into a three-week separation from her, but he did work hard to keep Sharise’s advice in mind. As if the universe had heard his doubts, he received a notification one night, painting well into the small hours after returning from dealing with club affairs, wiping his hand on a spare piece of cloth as he crawled over the painting sheets to grab his phone. Keri had tagged him in an Instagram post.

‘I don’t even know how one man can be so amazing. He’s the sexiest, the funniest, the loveliest, the best. I miss you, gorgeous. Can’t wait until this is us again.’

He smiled at viewing the image, one Keri had taken in the hotel room on the bed as she’d sat astride him, her hand reached out cupping his cheek, Angel smiling up at her as the sun shone in through the window and bathed him in bright light. He remembered just how happy he’d felt, when she’d taken it, his heart fluttering at the memory, scrolling to his call list and tapping her name.

“Hey, you free to talk?”

“I am, I have a few spare minutes,” she replied, waiting for her coffee to pour, prepared to work right on through until the morning and then sleep for a few hours before she started again. “How are you? I hate that tomorrow is Saturday and I won’t have you here. Sucks.”

He was surprised to hear she was still up doing her work, since she’d mentioned earlier when they’d messaged that she’d be spending the entire day doing such. “You got some serious dedication there, for it to be 1am and you’re still working. As for me, yeah, I’m alright. Missing you like fuck, though.”

She made a soft noise in her throat, picking up her large mug of coffee (a two-pod creation) and turning the machine off. “I miss you too! Two weeks and I’ll be free, though, get to come and spend ten days with you before Galway. Did you ask Bish, if you can swing that kind of time away?”

“I did,” he sighed, “and I can’t. I could come for a week, but he can’t lose me for two.”

She was bright in her reply, all optimism. “Well, that’s better than nothing! Come out with us for the week, then head home. How about that? I’d rather at least have you there for a short time rather than not at all. These places I want to travel to, having you there by my side would mean so much. I know it’s corny, but the whole making memories thing is important, you know?”

Her words made him smile, the more rational side of him seeing clearly how stupid his self-doubt was. He knew he wouldn’t likely overcome it immediately, but what she told him had helped. “Yeah, querida, I know. I love you.”

“And I love you too. Listen, I have to hit the laptop again, but I’ll call you tomorrow, after I’ve had some sleep. Night, gorgeous.”

“Night baby.” Ending the call, he looked around at the half-painted walls. They weren’t the only work in progress.

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tallulahneale · 3 months ago

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Title: Who really lives their dream?

Summary: Vince as a pharma tech, alternate reality!

A/n: This is a fluffy wuffy story.

Part Eight

It has been 5 weeks since Lula last saw Vince at the operations apartment and it was her best decision ever. Mind made up and her completion of one year plus at Neales Pharmacy, she informs Baptiste that she will be going to Haiti to visit family.

“Are you resigning?” Baptistse asks in shock.

“Not at all. But I overheard the others mention that Susan is looking to get back to work.”

“Don’t worry about Susan, we prefer you.”

Lula giggles.

“I am sure you don’t mean that Baptiste” She smiles “But home is calling and I need to answer before it stops.”

“Okay, okay I hear you. Stay safe out there. You’re welcome back whenever Lula”.

She smiles, waving at Baptiste. The team throw her a mini party and gift her trinkets, a bottle of champagne and a ‘best pharmacist mug’. She hugs them all, including the nosy stout man.

“I think I will miss you the most Gavin” He blushes bright red and smiles back longingly. Wait…No damn way, she thinks to herself, All this time he had a crush?!

——

Lula prepares for her trip to Haiti, making sure everything is in order; rent paid, bills paid for the next two years and perishable foods donated. She books a business class ticket before heading to see Aunty Anita. Even though Vince and her hadn’t spoken in a while, Anita still keeps in touch. She calls Lula to collect some items to drop off with relatives once she reaches Port-au-prince.

As Lula drives up Anita’s driveway, she sees Vince’s car across the street. “Really universe?” She mutters to herself. Or maybe Aunty is tryna play, she thinks, Either way we can’t avoid each other.

She steps out her car, brushes down her sundress, walking to the front door and knocks.

Vince opens the door.

“…”

“Who is it Vince?” Anita shouts from the living room. I know she’s acting right now, Lula says to herself. Vince doesn’t respond back.

“Lula… come in” He said, stepping aside.

“Thank you, Vince. Hey Aunty” Lula calls excitedly as she walks towards the living room.

“You really know your way around here huh?” Vince mutters loud enough for them all to hear. Lula laughs and rolls her eyes, focusing on the instruction from Anita.

“So the blue goes to Jerome. Don’t give it to his wife or she will give it to her brother. The light blue goes to Gregory and his wife. The purples goes to-”

“Ma why are you giving Lula a bunch of things for people in Haiti?”

“Boy don’t interrupt my process” Anita continues, telling Lula who should get what and where to drop it off. “FYI Son, she is visiting Haiti this weekend.”

Vince looks at Lula and she looks back at him.

“Well this is awkward” Anita mutters leaving the room.

“I would have told yo-”

“Do you need a ride to the airport?” Vince asks.

“Yes, please” She replies.

“Alright. Call me the morning of your flight.”

“Okay, I will. I would have told you sooner but I thought you were upset that I left.”

“I was. Obviously. But that was for 2 days. We’re cool boubout.”

Lula smiles, “I need to finish packing. I’ll call you over the weekend.”

——

As agreed, Vince picks Lula from her house and drops her off at the airport.

“Are you coming back to Cali?” He asks, almost predicting her answer.

“Maybe” she says. Giving him a gentle smile “For real bro, don’t be a stranger.” They laugh, she goes to check-in, waves goodbye to Vince and waits at her gate.

“Going to Haiti too?” Lula looks to her left, to find a tall dark man with a fade smiling at her. She nods smiling back but doesn’t respond.

As she boards the flight and settles in her seat, she sees the same man from earlier.

“I guess we are buddies for the next 10 hours” he says settling across the aisle from her.

“I guess we are” She giggles back.

“Is that man you were with at check-in your partner?”

“Nope, a work colleague.” She laughs “Nosy.”

“Hey, I’m Pierre” he chuckles charmingly.

“I’m Tallulah. Lula for short”

“Nice to meet you, Lula” Pierre grins before settling back to his seat.

——

Halfway through the flight, Pierre makes small talk with Lula. She entertains him, impressed with his craft. He’s also a native of Haiti, just visiting Cali for business and vacation.

“I’d love to show you around and get you settled in, if that’s okay with you?” Pierre insists.

Lula beams at him “Really?!”

“Yes Lula, your love for Haiti has me feeling all sorts and I want to be here to support you.” Damn, this man is laying it on thickkk, she says to herself. “If you say so… but don’t be making empty promises!”

“To you Lula, never.” She smiles looking away.

“Once we land, I’ll get you a SIM card, a second phone and you can use my chauffeur while you’re out and about. How’s that?” Lula stares blankly at him.

“Earth to Lula?”

“Lula is experiencing some technical difficulties, please try again after Lula naps” she replies nerd-like. Pierre belly laughs and nods.

Pierre keeps his promise and Lula is settled within 10 days of arrival. She calls Anita and Vince to check in, drop off the gifts to their relatives and tours Haiti with Pierre.

“It feels amazing to be home” Lula says gently.

“Your presence makes me feel amazing Lula.” Pierre replies passionately. She giggles as they head to the next store to buy furniture for her new apartment.

Part Nine link

Translations: (n/b not fluent in Creole)

Boubout = Sweetheart

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utouchmycookie · 2 years ago

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I was briefly considering redoing a very old Percy Jackson fic I found that was terribly written but had a great plot. It was my own, to clarify, and from the era of Wattpad that was filled with ---line breaks--- and naming these dots: •. The era that I remember for having an account called Leo and the Whale Watchers that would call out, "WHALE" in the comments whenever this -_- emoticon showed up in a fic they were reading.

Anyways. This fic was probably eight-ish years old, and since then I have learned many things. I am using that knowledge here. FYI: I am not assuming anyone here doesn't know biology, I am just putting it here so anyone who doesn't has access to it without research.

Taxonomical Ranks are used to assess relatedness and group species together. From most vague to most specific we have: Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, and Species. Scientific names are always Genus species. For reference, the taxonomy of a human is Animalia, Chordata, Mammalia, Primate, Hominidae, Homo sapien.

This is all to say, I have officially made a list of what Oceanic Animals would actually be the equivalent of, based on behavior and phylogeny (def.: relatedness of distant species based on most recent common ancestor), as someone studying to become an ethologist (def.: a scientist who studies animal behavior) and mammalogist (def.: a scientist who studies mammals). Gotta be flexible in this career field, Individuals.

Without further ado:

Dogs - Pinnipeds! Seals/Sea Lion/Walruses

Phylogeny: Like all marine mammals, Pinnipeds shared a land mammal ancestor that went back into the water. Pinnipeds are thought to share an ancestral species in the Carnivora order that diverged into modern day weasel-like creatures aside from the Pinnipeds.

Behavior: Pinnipeds have been used to help with an assortment of tasks for generations. Although they've never been tamed (def.: consistently willing to work with humans) in any larger amount than small, captive populations (def.: a group of individuals of the same species generally isolated from others of the species for whatever reason), they've shown willingness to work with humans and intelligence akin to that of their fellow "higher order" carnivorous mammals like dogs. However, they are more social than cats or bears.

Cats - Octopi

Phylogeny: These guys are very distantly related. Very distantly related. They only share a Kingdom - Animalia. However, octopi being invertebrates hardly makes them unintelligent.

Behavior: All types of cats are related at the Family level, and although we're mainly focusing on Felis catus - the domesticated cat - all cats are pretty behaviorally similar. They're mostly independent (although Felis catus, like all other cats, will often have overlapping territory - but territory differs wildly from home range despite their interchangeable usage by media - and lions lives in prides), they love boxes, they are attracted to catnip, and they're aggressive ambush predators. Octopi are individualistic, will fit through anything bigger than their beak, love to mess with humans, and are aggressive predators.

Horses - Whales

Phylogeny: These guys are probably way more related than you realized. Both are mammals, and although they are different Orders, that's more a matter of evolution than lack of relatedness. The most recent true terrestrial ancestor of all modern whale species (which, btw, include both baleen - Sub-Order: Mysticete - and toothed whales - Sub-Order: Odontocete -, and the Odontocete Family of Dolphins - Delphinidae - include Orcas/Killer Whales) was an Artiodactyla, which is the still existent Order horses (Family: Equidae) fall under.

Behavior: Horses have very high emotional intelligence and a distinct hierarchical system due to their very sociable nature that's incredibly similar to whales. For one, both species are matriarchal - or led by elder females - and both have a distinct male leader who seems to be in charge of breeding (in general. Animal groups tend to be far more complex than people give them credit for). Both tend to be migratory.

Birds - Turtles

Phylogeny: I'm going to blow. Your. Minds. Based on genetic comparisons... There is actually only one marine species on here more closely related than these two. Genetic comparisons have shown that scientists made a crazy mistake due to basing phylogeny in phenotypes (def.: physical appearance). The fossil record indicates after amphibians came lizards, and snakes are variations of lizards that have slowly speciated in their own direction. Meanwhile, turtles (including tortoises - all tortoises are turtles, not all turtles are tortoises) and crocodiles/alligators/caimans speciated in another direction, with a more recent common ancestor to bird than to lizards.

Behavior: I've never owned a bird, but I know a bit about them. However, no one has studied sea turtle behavior outside of egg-laying much yet, but I can see a sea turtle having a likeness to them.

Reptiles - Fish

Phylogeny: We just covered Bird/Reptile relatedness, and while we're going backwards here... Fish are more related to reptiles than sharks.

Behavior: I imagine owning a fish in the sea is rather like owning a reptile on land. Especially since while most of my icthy-based knowledge is freshwater, I do know there are a species of fish found in coral reefs who farm, and reptiles just give me a similar vibe.

Ferrets - Otters

Phylogeny: Full-disclosure, these guys are super related. Both are in the Family Mustelidae, and in the Sub-Family of weasels. By taxonomic standards, their relatedness is akin to that of a human and gorilla, or dog and wolf. Btw, they are thought to share a more recent common ancestor with Pinnipeds than bears, but because they both evolved from that common ancestor that is thought to still be in a more bear-like form, we leave it at that.

Behavior: Otters and ferrets are similar in the ways dogs and wolves are similar.

Goats - Sharks

Phylogeny: Okay. They're more related than cats and octopi at least?

Behavior: Everyone calls sharks sea-puppies, but like... Goats are very puppy-like. Can confirm, 10/10. I stand by my decision here.

Cows - Sting- and Manta Rays

Phylogeny: See above.

Behavior: Cows are grass puppies, especially when they're calves. They hang out, love scratches...

A Phylogenetic Tree I drew to show relatedness:

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yt-playlists · 20 days ago

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Comment by ThyratronSteve on Reddit

I'll defer to those who've mentioned Backblaze as an excellent source for reliability of consumer-grade hard drives in the field. But I can give you my *personal* experience as a single data point.

I've had numerous hard drive failures over the years -- nothing atypical, I just use lots of drives, and like almost everything else, they have stochastic failures. But between Seagate and WD, the Seagate drives *all* at least let me know they were going to fail soon, via SMART monitoring, and gave me (just) ample time to get all of my data off of them before completely dying. My WD drives that failed did so instantaneously, without any prior indication of problems. Luckily they didn't contain anything "unique," as I keep backups of truly important data. But it was certainly frustrating to lose \~300 GiB of music, video, etc. to drives that decided to suddenly die.

Between those sudden failures, and WD's "shenanigans" regarding SMR vs. CMR, I'm done with that company. I don't have anything against anyone who still uses WD stuff, but for me, no way. I've been burned too many times by their stuff and their attitude toward their customers. Sorry.

As to whether Seagate drives "die faster," I don't have any evidence that they do (or do not, I suppose lol). But anecdotally, I've read accounts of the very-cheap consumer drives failing when they've been pressed into service where an enterprise-grade drive would've been the appropriate choice. Those 2-TB Seagate HDDs for less than $50 at Microcenter, for instance, are only rated 2,400 power-on hours per year (!), and have a workload rate limit of 55 TB/year. FYI, there are 8,760 hours in a year, so these drives are supposed to only be powered-up 27% of the time, or roughly an eight-hour shift per weekday (plus some change), which is why they're aimed at workstations and only have two-year warranties. Press that same drive into enterprise service, where it's running 24/7 and blowing right past that 55 TB/year (just a little more than 1 TB/week!), and there's no flippin' way (probabilistically) it's going to survive for very long.

Regarding prices, I don't really shop by $/TB. I shop by $ per feature, and what I really need for the specific application, including things like warranty length and replacement terms. This is where having up-to-date data sheets for each prospective drive, and comparing them, is essential to picking the right one, IMO. Tedious, but you'll be guaranteed the results you paid for, assuming everything's performing to specifications and set up properly.

That said, Toshiba makes some pretty excellent drives, IME. Knocking on wood, but their consumer-grade NAS/N300 series have been totally reliable for me, for over six years now. They're all still very quiet, yet performance is still as good as almost any drive in the class.

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two-braincells-in-total · 2 months ago

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*Caity sitting in the school store room for the first four lessons of her first day.*

*Ignoring all of Alisters and the other texts.*

*Here's someone coming through the door of the store room."

"Looks up and sees Zade."

Zade: Now I know this is hard Caity but on a first day of school people go to class and they learn.

Caity looking up at him.

Caity: I don't want too. I was homeschooled my whole life. And plus how did you even find me?

Zade. You were ignoring everyone on the gc and me. I called you four times and you had your location on FYI.

Zade sits next to Caity.

Caity: Should probably turn that off.

Zade: You should miss Stals.

Caity: I am not going to class.

Zade: I am not going to force you however you are going to listen to every story I have for the next eight hours and than I'm drawing you a sleep schedule.

1) I completely forgot about the homeschooling thing, i didn't even think about where she must've studied while being an assassin 😭😭😭 ty for reminding me

2) that gc is canon and it will be mentioned a lot, you should be honoured

3) zade would definitely draw her a sleep schedule and ramble to her about his own social interactions, cuz she doesn't want to go on them

#asks #ask box #moots #simona answers #tig fic #tig next gen scenarios #tig next gen

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writingwithcolor · 4 years ago

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Being an Agender, 1st-Gen Indian-American

I’m a first-generation immigrant, with both my parents being Indian immigrants. My mom immigrated to Canada before she came to America (when she was in her late twenties), and is a Canadian citizen. She was born and raised in Ahmedabad, a city in Gujarat. My dad moved to India when he was in his early twenties. He moved from Ahmedabad to Mumbai in his fifth standard, and moved from a Gujarati-medium school to an English-medium one.

My dad is more fluent in English than my mom, though they both are fluent and speak mostly without an accent. I speak Gujarati more-or-less fluently, since that’s what we spoke at home, but I can barely even write my name. I’m Hindu, as is my family, and a strict vegetarian. I’m agender, but I use she/her and they/them pronouns.

Beauty Standards

One of the biggest issues in the Indian-American community is the issue of body hair. I’m AFAB, so I was expected to have smooth, hairless legs and arms. The reality was rather different. Since the age of ten, I had more body hair than the boys in my class. I was mocked and called by the name of a TV animal character, whose name was a mispronunciation of my own. No one ever did anything about it. I was eight. My mother, though she meant well, pushed me into waxing and threading and other forms of hair removal since the day I turned eleven. Even now, as a fully-grown adult with my own apartment and my own life, I can’t bring myself to wear shorts or capris without having spent hours making sure my legs are smooth. Body hair is a huge issue that needs to be addressed more, and not just as a few wisps of blonde hair in the armpit region.

Food

It’s complicated. Growing up, we had thaalis (with roti, rice, sweet dal, and shaak [which is a mix of vegetables and spices]) for dinner almost every night. When we didn’t, it was supplemented with foods like pasta, veggie burgers, and khichdi. We made different types of khichdi each time, based off of different familial recipes that were all named after the family member who introduced them. My mom had to make milder food for my sister, and while my sister loves spicy foods now, I’m still not a big fan. A side effect of growing up in a non-white, vegetarian family is that no one in my family has any idea of what white non-vegetarians eat. Like, at all. It’s kind of funny, to be honest.

Holidays/Religion

My mom is a Vaishnav, and my dad is a Brahmin, so the way they both worship is very different. My dad’s family places a huge emphasis on chanting and prayer, as well as meditation. They mostly pray to capital-G G-d, as the metaphysical embodiment of Grace. My mom’s family, however, places emphasis on– I don’t want to say “idol worship" because of the negative connotations that has– but they worship to murtis, statues that represent our gods. My mom’s favored god to pray to is Krishna, and we have murtis in our home that she performs sevato every day.

We celebrate Janmashtmi, Holi, Diwali, Ganesha Puja, Lakshmi Puja– too many to count, really. We don’t always go all-out, especially on most of the smaller celebrations, but we do try and attend the temple lectures on those days, or host our own. We also celebrate Christmas and Easter secularly. I didn’t even know Christmas was a Christian holiday until I was in elementary school, and Easter until I was in high school.

Micro-Aggressions

Whooo, boy. Where do I start?

When my sister was in first grade, she had a friend. I’ll call her Mary. Mary, upon learning that my sister was not, in fact, Christian, brought an entire Bible to school and forced my sister to read it during recess, saying that otherwise, she wouldn’t be her friend anymore. Mary kept telling my sister that she would go to hell if she didn’t repent, and that our entire family was a group of “ugly sinners.” When my sister came to me for advice, I told her that Mary wasn’t her friend, that Mary wasn’t being nice, and that my sister wasn’t going to go to hell, and that we don’t even believe in hell. When my sister finally stood up to Mary and told her that she wasn’t going to listen to her anymore, Mary got angry and dumped a mini-carton of chocolate milk on her and told her that “now she looks like what she is– a dirty [the Roma slur term].” Not only was that inaccurate, it was extremely racist, and Mary was only reprimanded for the milk-spilling, not the racist remark that came with it.

On top of that, since I have long hair, I’m always getting asked if so-and-so can touch it, or what I do to get it so long, or why I allow myself to be “shaped by such backwards ideals of women.” My name is never pronounced correctly, and I’ve been asked to give people my “American name” to be called by instead of my actual name. I’ve been called a terrorist, asked why I wasn’t wearing a hijab (by white people btw), and mocked for my food. I’ve been told that I wasn’t “really Indian” because I didn’t have a dot on my forehead. I’ve been told I wasn’t “really Hindu” because I had milk on my plate, by a white boy whose mom was a leader of a local choir.

I grew up in a town where only 4-5% of the population was South Asian, and there were a total of five South Asians in my grade level. The school administration consistently and intentionally placed us in different classes, and I never made a friend that was South Asian until 7th grade. When I came to the school, I was placed in ESOL without even being tested, while also being in the Advanced Readers class. The school didn’t even care to look at my school records before placing me into ESOL based on the color of my skin.

Things I’d Like to See Less/More Of

I’d like to see less of the “nerd” stereotype, of the “weak, nonathletic” stereotype. I’d like to see less of the “prude” stereotype, of the “I hate my culture/feel I don’t belong” stereotype. I’d like to see less of the “rebellion” stereotype, of the “my parents are so strict and I hate them” stereotype. I never want to see the “unwanted arranged marriage” trope. Ever.

I want to see bulky, tall Indian characters. I’d like to see Indian characters confident in their sexuality, whether that’s not having sex (for LEGITIMATE reasons like risk of STDs, general awkwardness before and after The Deed, and wanting to wait, not “oh my parents said so and also I’m sheltered and innocent”), or having a new sexual partner every night.

I want Indian characters (especially children/teens!!!) proud of their culture and their heritage and their religion, whether that’s Islam, Hinduism, Sikhism, or anything else. I want to see supportive Indian parents, I want to see more than chiding Indian grandmothers and strict Indian fathers. I want to see healthy arranged marriages, or healthy mixed-marriages. I want to see mixed Indian-POC couples, I want to see queer Indian couples.

I want to see body hair on female-presenting characters, I want to see more of India that isn’t “bustling market with the scent of spices in the air” and “poor slums rampant with disease” and “Taj Mahal”. I want to see casual mentions of prayer and Hinduism and Indian culture (a short “My mom’s at the temple, she can’t come pick us up” or a “what is it? i’m in the middle of a holi fight! eep! ugh, gulaab in my mouth” over a phone call, or a “she won’t answer until 12– she’s in her Bharatnatyam class/Gurukul class/doing seva/at the temple” would suffice). I want to see more Indian languages represented than just Hindi. There’s Tamil, Gujarati, Marathi, Nepali, and Kashmiri, just off the top of my head. The language your character speaks depends on the place they come from in India, and they might not even speak Hindi! (I don’t!)

I hate that Indian culture is reduced to “oppressive, strict, and prudish” when it's so much more than that. I hate that Indians are stereotyped to the point where it is a norm, and the companies reinforcing these stereotypes don’t take responsibility for their actions and don’t change. I hate the appropriation of Indian culture (like yoga, pronounced “yogh”, not “yo-gaaa” fyi, the Om symbol, meditation, and Shri Ganapathidada) and how normalized it is in Western society.

This ended up a lot longer than I had expected, but I hope it helps! Good luck with your writing :)

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gojosoath · 3 years ago

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Wilted Grace — Nanami/Gojo Fic

MINORS DON’T INTERACT! // 18+ ONLY!

pairing: nanami kento x gojo satoru x fem!reader (uses she/her pronouns) x poly relationship

genre: romance x angst x smut x polyamory x AU (no sorcerer stuff in this au, nanami and gojo are just normal dudes living in a normal world, lol)

warnings: SA x smut x a bit of an age gap (everyone is a consenting adult fyi) x explicit language x blood/injury x glass x physical assault x mention of alcohol x alcoholism x drinking

Summary: (AU) The story follows Y/N, Nanami and Gojo in a polyamorous relationship; the three of them navigating the new dynamic relationship for the first time in their lives. The three of them begin exploring aspects both emotionally and sexually, finding themselves on a complex journey of facing their inner demons and also healing themselves.

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taglist: @adequate-superstar ;

Part 4: No Regrets (wc: 3.9k)

You and Nanami were busy for the next couple of days with your mundane, routine lives. You went to classes, grabbed coffee, and stayed out late to study at the library with your friends. Nanami woke up at the same time every day, had his coffee before work, and would get out of work close to eight in the night. Usually, you stay up late studying which always ended up in you getting distracted on your phone. Nanami usually stayed up late, too, spending it mostly reading, and sometimes he’d watch television as well. Just like Gojo, Nanami was oddly enough into shitty reality shows. No one would guess from first glance that Nanami would be the type to watch reality shows, but he found them easy to watch and the reason they were stupid is what kept his attention. Though ever since the two of you had gone on your first date, the main reason why the two of you stayed up late was because you two were texting or talking on the phone.

Over the phone, Nanami says, “Shouldn’t you take time to study?”

You smile and toss your strawberry plushie up in the air, catching it back in your hand. The plushie was something you had won at a carnival game back in your senior year of high school. “I already studied,” You replied, “I got all my homework done.”

Nanami lightly sighs, “Okay, I want to make sure you don’t fall behind in your classes.”

The plushie falls onto your face and bounces to the side, you roll to your side and hug the plushie, “I won’t, don’t worry. I appreciate your concern, how was work?”

Nanami mutters, “I’m still at work.”

Now it’s your turn to sigh, “Nanami, go home,” You sit up in bed and pull your legs to your chest, “you should like, you know, go home, maybe order some pizza. Just relax, please…baby.” You hold your breath, this was the first time either of you has called one another an endearing pet name. There’s silence over the phone, for a split moment, you think he’s not there anymore, “Nanami?”

“Yes, sorry,” He responds, “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that, it’s okay, though. I like it…”

You let out a small laugh, “Baby, please get home.”

“I’ll go home in an hour, okay?”

“What’s the address of where you work?”

“Why?”

“Because I want to hang out with you until you’re done with work,” You state, “can I?”

“I’m afraid you’d get bored,” Nanami mentions.

You shake your head, “I won’t, because you’ll be there.”

“How will you get here?”

You shrug your shoulders, “An Uber.”

“Sweetheart,” Nanami begins, his pet name making your body awake with butterflies, “I don’t want you wasting money just to come and see me work.”

“I want to see you,” You insist, “I don’t care if I have to spend some money to grab an Uber, it’ll be worth it.”

“If you let me pay for your ride, you can come over,” Nanami says.

You bite your bottom lip, “Sounds good to me.”

Nanami sat at his desk, stunned, staring at his computer screen, speechless of what had just happened. If someone told him he would be doing this, he would have never believed it. He was aching to see you even though it had only been a week since the last time the two of you saw each other which was back during the drive. Since Nanami always stayed late to get extra work done, his boss deeply entrusted Nanami with the office. Nanami felt giddy and nervous, for the first time in his life, he felt like he was experimenting, pushing his boundaries. You seemed to have that effect on him; he wanted to try everything he’s never tried before.

You texted Nanami when you arrived and Nanami took the elevator downstairs to let you inside the building. You were wearing a long sleeve crop top that exposed your midriff with wide jeans and an oversize cardigan thrown over it. You two greet one another by hugging, the two of you standing in the lobby with your arms around one another. Nanami doesn’t have his blazer on, he has a light blue colored button-up on, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that drive you crazy. He smells like his usual self, a woodsy vanilla scent that never fails to make the world spin for you. The way Nanami hugs you is different from the first time you two first hugged; he holds you firmly, your cheek pressed against his chest and he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Nanami says against your hair, “you said you’d watch me work, remember?”

You chuckle, “Yes, let’s go.”

Nanami and you get into the elevator, where Nanami leans against one side, his hands resting on either side of him on the elevator rim. You mirror his actions, crossing your legs and looking at Nanami as you two begin going up.

You lean your head against the elevator wall and comment, “You look sexy in your business clothes.”

Nanami’s eyes widen at your compliment, followed by his face becoming a light pink, “Thank you,” He says sheepishly, looking over to the side, and then adds quietly, “You look sexy, too.”

The elevator reaches the floor and Nanami guides you over to his desk. You were in awe at the large windows and the view of the city lights below. Nanami’s desk was obvious, as his desk was the only one with the computer screen lit up and papers scattered on his desk. Nanami pulled a chair for you and set it by his, you took a seat and Nanami did the same.

“So what do you exactly do here?”

“A bunch of stuff, right now I’m organizing a list of stocks,” Nanami explains to you.

You look over at his computer screen, the numbers look unreadable to you, “This shit looks so confusing.” Nanami lightly chuckles and he fiddles with his fingers, “Okay, I’ll let you work, go ahead.”

Nanami lightly nods his head and swivels in his chair so he’s facing the computer now. He goes away to typing and clicking away at his computer, and you naturally find yourself leaning against his arm. Neither of you says anything, you two enjoy each other’s company this way; no need for words to be spoken. In between clicks and typing, Nanami turns his head to the side and gives you a light kiss on top of your head.

You close your eyes and let yourself say, “I want my first kiss to be with you, Nanami.”

The sound of typing stops, and Nanami says, his voice deep, “Are you sure?”

You open your eyes and look up at him, he’s already looking down at you, “Yes, I’m sure.”

Nanami swallows, his Adam’s apple rising up and then back down, “Right now?”

You nod your head and say softly, “Yes, right now.”

Nanami sets the keyboard forward and gathers the papers over his desk into a pile. You lean off of him and Nanami pushes himself slightly away from the desk, “Wanna sit?” He pats the top of the desk where he made the space for you.

You feel blood rush between your legs and sheepishly nod your head. You can’t help but feel slightly nervous and hop onto the desk, legs spread so Nanami is sitting between them. Nanami’s hands go to your hips, and your hands rest on his shoulders. Your heart is racing and you let out a shaky breath.

“I’m right here,” Nanami reassures you, “let’s take our time.”

You nod your head and let out a nervous laugh, “Sorry, it’s not that you’re making me nervous, I’m just nervous about kissing in general…”

“It’s okay,” Nanami tucks your hair behind your ear, making you slightly shiver “I was nervous for my first kiss, too.”

“What was your first kiss like?” You ask him.

“It was nice,” He tells you.

Your eyes avert all over the place, feeling shy to look at him in the eyes all of a sudden. Nanami places his thumb under your chin and guides it so you’re both looking into each other’s eyes. “Just breathe,” Nanami says in a low tone, his voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket, “we can stop anytime you want to.”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to,” you whisper, “I want to kiss you.”

“I do, too,” The both of you get closer, noses bumping with one another.

“I touched myself last night thinking about you,” You admit to him, your hands are on either side of his neck.

Nanami lets out a small groan, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your lips touch, the new sensation of someone’s lips on yours is surprising to you, it’s so brand new it feels like a new level of discovering how to breathe. At first, neither of you move, you’re not entirely sure how to move your lips. Nanami guides it, he kisses you, it feels like a peck and you copy his movements; puckering your lips and pecking his lips back. His hands move to cup your face and the kiss slowly and gently deepens, moving his head to the side. You follow his movements, this was so strange, you kissing someone for the first time, but strange in a really good way. You pull back, feeling like you need to catch your breath.

Nanami asks you, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” You say to him, “sorry, it’s just a little weird.”

Nanami smiles gently at you, his thumb tracing small circles on your cheek, “It’s a little weird at first.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, not used to having someone’s lips on mine, you know?”

Nanami chuckles as well, “I felt the same way with my first kiss, too.”

The two of you look at one another adoringly, taking each other’s features in. You two lean in again and begin kissing. The kiss this time feels more confident coming from you, you move your head to the side, your lips fitting in with one another quite perfectly. You don’t realize how quickly the kiss deepens to the point where you’re wrapping your legs around Nanami’s torso, pulling him in closer so that he has to stand up. His chest collides with yours, your arms around his neck, his body this close to yours makes you realize how deeply you want to drown into him. You feel something new, Nanami’s tongue slipping in yours. The sensation of his tongue in yours weirds you out at first.

Nanami pulls back, both of you breathing heavily, “Is that okay?”

You answer him by leaning in to kiss him again, and this time, you shove your tongue inside his mouth. You’re not entirely sure what you’re doing, but what you do know is that you want him, you need him, close, closer…

Yet again, something new, you feel his hardened groin between your legs. Your initial thought is; holy shit, that’s hard. You lean back, Nanami’s hand going down to your lower back to support you. You feel safe, and you want Nanami to do whatever he wants with you. Your tongues swirl with one another, Nanami sticks his tongue further down your mouth that you’re surprised someone else’s tongue can go down that far.

You both moan against each other’s mouths and pull back, resting each other’s foreheads against one another. Nanami’s breath fans against your mouth, and then he pulls you in for a hug, his face resting in the crook of your neck.

“Are you okay?” He asks against your neck.

You give him a light squeeze with your arms, “Yes, and you?”

Nanami gives your neck a peck with his lips, “Yes.”

“Nanami,” You say, making him pull back so both of you are at eye level, “I’m turned on right now.”

Nanami lets out a breathy laugh and leans in to peck your lips, “That’s okay, sweetheart.”

“No,” You interject, “I want to…”

Nanami’s eyes scan your face, eyebrows furrowed, “What is it, love?”

You let out a small moan, “Watch me…” Your breath is ragged since you’re already pressing your palm against your clothed crotch, “watch me, touch myself….”

Nanami’s eyes widened at your request, “We don’t need to go that fast, Y/N.”

“No, no,” You’re surprised at how needy you’ve become, but you can’t help it, you have this strong sensation to already take your clothes off for Nanami. “I want you to watch me.”

Nanami’s eyes go down to where you’re touching yourself through your pants, “I’m afraid this will be too fast for you.”

You grab his face, making him look at you, “No, you make me feel safe.”

“Y/N,” He grabs your face back, “I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

You smile, “I won’t have any regrets because it’s with you.”

Nanami feels himself melt at your words, what in the world is this? Is this sort of fiery connection possible? Why does he feel he’s known you his whole life? Like you two have been together for multiple lifetimes? He rests his forehead against yours and says, “Please stop anytime you want to.”

You promise him, “I will.”

Nanami takes a seat back into his chair, his arms moving to underneath your thighs. He looks up at you with endearment as your fingers unbutton your pants and unzip them. You shift as you try to pull down your pants, “Sorry,” You fumble with trying to push them down. Nanami gives you a hand and pulls them down until they’re completely off. He sets them on top of his stack of papers.

You lean your hips further towards him, “Take these off as well,” referring to your underwear.

Nanami is about to take off your underwear until there’s the sound of the elevator doors opening. Both of you scramble, Nanami helping you quickly get dressed and him readjusting the keyboard and papers. You two try to act as natural as possible by getting back into the chairs, you’re trying to straighten out your hair while Nanami adjusts his tie.

“Hey!” Gojo walks into the office with a plastic bag in his hand. His footsteps come to a slow stop when he takes in the scene before him, “Oh,” is all he says.

Nanami lets out a sigh of relief, “Hey Gojo.”

“Nanami, I didn’t take you for someone that would bring their lady up to the office.”

You take in Gojo, this is your first time seeing him. He fits the description of how Nanami described you about one of his closest friends whose name was Gojo. You remember Nanami telling you about him over the phone one night, how the two of them had met back in college when they were assigned as roommates.

“He’s my closest friend, easy to spot, white platinum hair. He has an eye condition that makes him sensitive to bright lights so he often wears sunglasses to minimize the pain.”

“That’s so cute, you two like best friends?”

Nanami had chuckled, “Yeah, he can be annoying, but still my best friend.”

Gojo was wearing a white button-up, sleeves rolled up to his sleeves. You couldn’t help but notice how he and Nanami were matching with their outfits. Gojo wore black slacks and the black sunglasses Nanami mentioned, resting on his nose. Gojo pushes his glasses down to the tip of his nose and bends down so he’s eye level with you. You get a strong whiff of his scent, he smells nice. Really nice.

His hands are in his pockets, and he cocks his head to the side, “Nanami has told me a lot about you. You’re Y/N, I’m Gojo,” He sticks out his hand for you.

You can’t pinpoint it exactly, but there’s something fascinating about him. You take Gojo’s hand and shake it, “Nice meeting you, Nanami has told me a lot about you, too, Gojo.” His hand in yours is extremely large, just like Nanami’s.

Gojo stands up straight, “What were you two lovebirds up to?” He hands the plastic bag to Nanami, and when you look at him, Nanami looks relaxed. You on the other hand though, are sort of panicking, especially considering Gojo’s tone to his question directed towards you two.

Nanami sets the plastic bag onto his desk, “We were hanging here until I finished work.”

“Is that romantic?” Gojo asks with a smirk plastered on his face.

Nanami lets out a sigh and looks like he’s trying to consult a child that said a bad word during dinner, “Gojo,” He gives Gojo a stern glare.

Gojo puts his hands up, in surrender “Sorry.”

“Are you here to work late as well?” You ask Gojo.

“I never work late,” Gojo responds.

“He comes here to hang out with me sometimes,” Nanami fills in, “thanks for the snacks.”

“I didn’t know Y/N would be here so I didn’t get her snacks, but you two can share,” Gojo flashes you a wide smile.

“I’m okay,” You say, “but thank you.”

“Y/N, you can eat,” Nanami reassures you.

“The three of us can all share,” You suggest.

“If you’re okay with Gojo hanging out,” Nanami returns.

You nod your head, “Yes, it’s cool.”

Gojo pulls a chair and sits where the back of the chair is against his chest, legs spread wide on either side of the chair. He crosses his arms over the top of the chair and rests his chin on them, “Is the age difference between you two awkward?”

You and Nanami exchange looks, “I think it’s more so we’re getting used to it, still,” You tell Gojo, “it’s both our first time dating with this much of an age difference.”

Gojo nods his head, and with a playful grin, he comments, “Well, you two are cute together.”

Again, you and Nanami exchange looks but this look is bashful. You switch your gaze to Gojo, “What about you? Are you dating anyone?”

Gojo sets his glasses on top of his head, this is your first time getting a full view of his bare face. You won’t deny it, he’s handsome as hell. “Not at all, I’m available for everyone.”

“Do you two have sleepovers?” You ask both of them, fighting back a giggle.

“Oh most definitely!” Gojo beams.

“Sometimes we crash at each other's places,” Nanami remarks.

Gojo’s phone vibrates with a text message and he takes it out, the message says:

Lyla: gojooooo im hereeee miss.zzz youuu

Gojo’s body tenses at the message but he quickly regains himself, Nanami notices something is up. “Everything alright?” He asks Gojo.

Gojo smiles, “Oh yeah, everything’s good,” his phone vibrates again:

Lyla: COME DowN NowWWW ..HEreeee oflollzzz

Gojo shoves his phone into his pocket and stands up, clapping his hands, “Well, I’ve taken enough time for you two lovebirds. I’m gonna head out for the night.”

You tell Gojo, “It was nice meeting you, Gojo.”

Gojo’s eyes linger on you, without his glasses, you can’t tell what sort of look he’s giving you, “Likewise, Y/N. Nanami, let’s have a sleepover this weekend, okay?” Gojo slips his glasses back on.

Nanami knows Gojo is teasing him, “We’ll plan something out,” He plays along.

Gojo waves at you two and takes the elevator downstairs. On the way down, he clenches his fingers into fists by his side, not sure what to expect. Once he makes it down to the first floor and outside the building where the parking lot is, he sees Lyla outside with a glass bottle in her hand. Gojo also sees Geto’s car and him in the driver’s seat.

“Lyla,” Gojo says sternly, “what are you doing here?”

Lyla runs towards Gojo, throwing herself into his arms, “Gojo!” She whines, “I’ve missed you!”

The scent of alcohol overwhelms Gojo, “You’re drunk,” He states the obvious, his hands holding onto Lyla’s upper arms to keep her from falling over.

“Yo!” Geto greets from the driver’s seat, the window rolled down, “she begged me to bring her here.”

Gojo glares at Geto, explicitly imagining himself going over there and breaking his nose. He turns his attention back to Lyla, “I’ll take you home.”

“No!” Lyla cries out, her free hand clutching onto Gojo’s collar, “I want to fuck you.”

Gojo tenses up, “No, we’re getting you home.”

This pisses off Lyla as she shoves Gojo back, “But you fucked me last night!” Her voice echoes throughout the empty parking lot.

“Yeah, because you were sober,” Gojo states sharply, “you’re fucking drunk right now.”

Lyla leans in, her lips inches apart from Gojo’s, “Come on, baby, let’s just have fun tonight like we usually do.”

“Lyla,” Gojo grabs her wrist, “we’re getting you home.”

“Fuck you!” Lyla tries to shove Gojo but he holds her wrist firmly, “I had a glass of wine before we fucked last night!”

“Yeah, and you were sober last night,” Gojo reaffirms, “I’m not gonna have sex with someone who isn’t sober to fucking consent,” he says through gritted teeth. He takes his car keys out from his pocket, “Come on, I’ll get you home safe.”

Geto whistles, wrists dangled over the steering wheel, “You two about to start fist fighting?” He muses with a smirk.

Lyla lets out a shrill laugh, “Maybe!”

“Lyla, let’s go,” Gojo tugs at her wrist but she plants her feet, taking a drink from her bottle. “Lyla, please don’t do this,” Gojo pleads, his face somber.

It comes out of nowhere, Lyla pulls back from Gojo and she runs to the building where she smashes the glass bottle against the wall, glass pieces shattering all over the place. Lyla lunges towards Gojo, where her hand holds a piece of glass and cuts into Gojo’s shoulder, reaching down to his bicep. Gojo hisses from the impact but he still reaches out and grabs hold of Lyla’s shoulders, holding her in place.

“Fuck you!” Lyla screams at him, “Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!”

Gojo hears Geto getting out of his car and running over to them, “What the fuck?!” Geto exclaims, grabbing Lyla and pulling her back. Lyla drops the piece of glass and bursts into tears. Gojo places his hand over his wound, his shirt stained with his blood. He can’t feel his shoulder or upper bicep.

“I’ll get her back to her place,” Geto says to Gojo, “I’ll make sure she’s safe.”

Gojo looks like he’s going to kill Geto, “Why did you decide to bring her here?!” He seethes, “I get you two are fucking cousins, but that doesn’t mean you gotta do everything she tells you to do.”

“She wouldn’t stop calling me,” Geto says over Lyla’s crying.

Gojo helps Geto carry Lyla to his car, and Gojo buckles Lyla into her seat. Gojo places his hand over Lyla’s cheek, his blood smearing across her cheek “Please get rest tonight,” He tells her only loud enough for her to hear.

Lyla is a blubbering mess, “I’m sorry, Gojo! I’m so sorry!”

Gojo reassures her, “I’m gonna be okay,” he looks over at Geto who is starting the car again, “text me when she’s in bed.”

Geto says, “I will.”

The two of them drive off and Gojo stands to the side of the road, breathing heavily, his hand over his cut. He can tell the cut might need stitches, the world around him spins, he stumbles over to the building and leans against it, trying to catch his breath. He’s gonna need to stitch this on his own. Just as Gojo is about to step away from the wall and head over to his car, he hears Nanami’s voice;

“Gojo, what the fuck happened?!”

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bookclub-reads · 2 years ago

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Always be My Duchess

I saw this book on the library website and just had to read it!

This steamy romance is Pretty Woman meets Bridgeton. This humorous take on historical fiction, takes a deep dive into an unlikely romance between our characters Neve and Stone. Upon meeting one night, Stone asks Neve to pretend to be his fake girlfriend for a night so he can get his friends and aunt off his back about meeting someone. Neve agrees because she needs to send money back to Paris to her injured sister. That one night turns into eight weeks when, spoiler, her money gets stolen. What I really enjoyed about this book is that the author uses historical language that really takes the reader back in time. That is something that I personally enjoy because it makes you feel like you're really there. Another aspect that I loved is that the character, Stone, is obviously autistic. It's not explicitly stated, since that wasn't a term at the time, but all the signs are there. I really liked this because in most of my readings I don't see a lot of people like me represented or I see it represented in a negative light. This book really shows that autistic people do have the ability to show love and affection, just in a different way. FYI, that is not the main plot of the story it's something I would just thought I would share. Another aspect that stood out to me was the feeling of girl power and no matter what your social class maybe us girl have to stick together. While Neve and Stone are fake dating, she meets the woman of his social class and quickly they grow into a friendship. This group enjoys talking about how awful men can be at times, which I found hilarious because that was not typical of the time period. Also the majority of the group is single. Well, if this author continuous the series then I hope we get some romance for these ladies. They take Neve in as one of their own and treat her as such. This book is not for everyone. I suggest if you don't like steamy romance novel to stay away! I love that this will be part of a series, so look out more reviews! It wasn't my favorite romance that I read this year, but it is definingly up their in the Top 5! If you have read this book or not, let me know your thoughts! And as always......

Until next time! 📚🍷

#always be my duchess #books #literature #reading #romance #taming of the dukes #series #amalie howard

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btsficsforthehumble · 4 years ago

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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

Part Five

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: New characters, yay! Just an fyi but I would like to start posting one chapter every week... thots?? Also, I've been thinking of adding a taglist? sksk I know it would be small but I personally love to get tagged when new chapters come out for my faves. If that's something ya'll would like comment so I know!! Alright, back to your regularly scheduled program :)

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Literature was next. Now this? This you could handle. Always being a bit of an avid reader, you could devour a novel in one night --- and you often did. Finding the hidden meanings between the lines of text, like unwrapping a present, gave you a thrill. You were the person who could debate for hours about the meaning of a symbol in a book, as annoying as that is to everyone else.

Maybe it was the promise of escape, where you could be transplanted into another world, detached from your own, that appealed so much to you about reading. You could lose yourself, feeling the rush of the love affair or the thrill of a dangerous adventure. Coupled with your analytical nature, you felt more than at home in a literature classroom.

With this in mind, you make your way to your next class with more vigor than usual. When you arrive and take a seat, you pull out your materials and wait for class to begin.

Several minutes later, your professor walks to the podium in the front of the room to introduce herself. After several minutes of reviewing the syllabus, she explains the structure of the class. You were to be placed in small groups, to discuss the readings and write a paper at the end of the semester. This made you a little nervous --- having to rely on others to some capacity for your grade always gave you a bit of anxiety.

She began reading out the names of the students belonging to each group, so you listen carefully as to not miss your own name despite your anxious thoughts swirling inside your head.

“... Eum Hee-Young, Gal Ae-Cha, Ree Mun-Hee, you are group seven. Kim Seokjin, Y/l/n y/f/n, Kim Namjoon, you are group eight. Ok Youngsoo…” her voice fades off as you glance around the room, trying to meet the gazes of other searching eyes as your group was announced.

Your eyes meet those of a guy who looked maybe a year or two older than you, with round, wire frame glasses. His mahogany hair was pushed off of his forehead, parted to the side giving him a youthful but put-together look. He holds up eight fingers, looking at you expectedly, and you nod quickly. He picks up his belongings, preparing to move to you as you had empty space in the seats around you. As he slings his backpack over a shoulder, you scan your eyes around the room to try to catch the other member of your group.

To your surprise, your eyes meet those of the same boy you had ogled over yesterday in your calculus class, before it had started. You shyly hold up your own eight fingers, to which he gives a decisive nod to, and begins to make his way to you as well. You can’t help but notice the planes of his back as he bends down to grab his backpack, his wide shoulders tilting making them seem even larger. He is wearing a simple blue button down and jeans, but even through that you could tell his shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, making him have the perfect masculine inverted triangular build.

Slightly embarrassed at your thoughts, you glance at your other partner, now close to you. His oversized yellow knit sweater swallowed him a little, but with the glasses gave him a cute bookish look. His large frame juxtaposed his cute appearance --- he was on the taller side and seemed built as well. You made eye contact, and gestured to the seat next to you for him to sit. The other boy now approaching, you both watch as he takes the other open seat in front of you.

Your group now assembled, you tune back into your professor who was explaining the first text you were to read together. She told you that it was a short love story that relied heavily on symbolism and became a prominent symbol in and of itself in movies and television. Your first assignment was to analyze the symbolism of the text, and come to a more complex conclusion than what the surface of the text presents. You could feel yourself becoming slightly excited to jump into the assignment as she explained.

“You will be given the rest of class to get acquainted with your group members. They will be permanent, bar any issues that may arise. The first assignment is due at the end of next class. While on this first assignment I will be more lenient with grading, please do your best and set a good standard for your groups. Okay, go ahead everyone,” she finishes.

At her dismissal of your attention, you glance back at your group members. The boy with glasses speaks first. “I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you guys.”

“Seokjin, or just Jin,” the other boy gives.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you both.”

“So, what year and major are you? I’m a third year, and a journalism major,” Namjoon offers. As he speaks, he gives you both a grin that displays deep dimples on both cheeks. He was very cute, you decided. He had a nerdy charm to him, with a build on the beefy side that made you want to cuddle him.

“I’m a first year… and to tell the truth I haven’t decided on a major yet,” you admit, but give them both a smile.

“Ah, hoobae, you are lucky you are with us pros then! I’m a fourth year, and a business major,” Seokjin says with a wide smile.

“Sunbaenim, are you in calculus before this? I thought I recognized you from there,” you downplay a little. You knew he was in that class since you had spent time checking him out in it, but didn’t want to seem creepy.

“I have a recognizable face.” At this he gives a smug look, but is clearly using a joking tone. “Yeah, calculus with Yoo at nine?”

“Yep. That guy goes so fast,” you frown. “But anyways, how do you guys feel about this assignment?”

Namjoon enters the conversation again, “Honestly I’m kind of excited for it. It’s been a while since I’ve done any reading that isn’t research related, which kind of sucks.”

“That does suck. I love to read, that’s why I took this class, actually,” you empathize.

“Yeah? What do you like to read?” Namjoon leans towards you a bit, excited at the prospect of talking about reading it seems.

“Oh, um… I’d say my favorite genre is probably any type of fantasy, I like being able to be in a different world for a bit. Oh, I also like historical pieces, that stuff is always so interesting.” You were a little hesitant to share, afraid he’d judge your preferences.

“I love historical pieces. I think that’s one of the things that lead me into journalism actually, it’s basically writing history for those in the future to look back on. I just think that’s really cool.” His eyes seemed glitter as he talked about something he was obviously passionate about. You felt yourself developing a soft spot for the boy, finding his friendly disposition and slightly nerdy personality to be incredibly endearing. It didn’t hurt he was also very attractive.

“What about you sunbaenim? Do you like to read?” you ask Seokjin, whose head was oscillating between you and Namjoon.

Surprised the attention shifted to him, his eyes widened to give him an owlish look. You are really surrounded by some beautiful men, you think. What do they put in the water here? It would be normal to run across a cute guy here or there, but this is kind of ridiculous. Seokjin himself has a face that is so beautiful it looks like it should have been carved out of marble!

Focus! You have to scold yourself. The boy you were just admiring in your head is now answering your question and you are too distracted to even process what he’s saying.

“... not too crazy, occasionally I guess…” His body language told you that he was slightly embarrassed at not being as enthusiastic a reader as you and Namjoon.

“I’m sure you have hobbies that are cooler than reading then, if I was athletic or creative I wouldn’t read so much either! Namjoon-sunbaenim, I’m sure you agree,” you encourage with a smile, wanting Namjoon to follow suit in making Seokjin feel comfortable.

Thankfully, he catches on quick. “Oh, yeah, I am way too clumsy to do anything more high stakes than page turning,” He chuckles. You and Seokjin both smile at Namjoon’s subtle self-deprecation. They both were sweet, you think. Your earlier fears about working with others subside. “I guess I could say that I do have another hobby though, I actually help out at the school’s radio station for fun,” Namjoon adds shyly.

Jin tilts his head in surprise. “Oh really? I have a friend who…”

He gets abruptly cut off by the professor’s voice echoing through the room, which causes him to stop his thought.

“Hopefully everyone is acquainted now, and is ready to get to work next class. I expect good things from you all this semester. You are dismissed,” your professor says with finality.

The three of you quickly gather your things, ready to merge with the swarm of students streaming out of the door. You give them both a smile, and say, “It was nice meeting you both. See you next class!” to which they give their own farewell.

As you leave, you check your phone out of habit. It seems your intuition is right, as usual.

*Miss me yet?*

Does Taehyung really have nothing better to do?

*What exactly is there to miss?*

You hope that after your curt response he’d get the memo. This guy is such a fuckboy, you think. While you don’t know why he set his sights on you for now, you hope he gets bored soon. While you give that tough persona to him, the truth is you are more sensitive than that. The idea of being used for sex once and then discarded was unappealing, and Taehyung seemed like the type to do just that.

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Finally home after attending two more classes for the day, which were thankfully much less eventful, you slip off your shoes and let your bag slide off your shoulder to thunk on the floor. You were tired. And hungry, apparently, because your stomach makes some concerning noises as soon as you slip your light jacket off. You make your way to the kitchen at the sound, ready to make a nice dinner and decompress.

When you get there, you see one of your new roommates sitting at the stools for your kitchen counter. This roommate was one that you had connected with immediately, drawn to her blunt but fun-loving aura. Her short stature, shorter than average, gave no warning for her and ‘gives-no-fucks’ attitude. You could tell however, that inside she had a soft heart. Even in your short time together, you had seen glimpses of it here and there.

You learned when you had met that she had moved to Korea from America last year, making her a second year at your university. Her features stood out from the crowd, with brown skin and large curls that framed her face in a halo. She was really quite beautiful. Tia, but called Bean by her friends, which now included you, made you feel welcomed to campus and you were thankful for her.

Wanting to not scare her as you walked into the kitchen, you gave her a greeting. Her head pops up from where it was buried in her phone, which had been drawing her into her own world.

“Hey chickie. Long day?” she asks. Apparently your exhaustion was pretty obvious if she could tell right off the bat. You sigh, bending over to pull some vegetables out of the fridge.

“I just want to know who let me schedule four classes on Tuesdays. They should be in jail,” you complain.

She gives you an amused look, watching you now stand at the cutting board to prepare your food. “I think that person was you, sweet thing.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. If I could go back in time and slap my past self I would,” you grown with your head tipped back. She lets out a laugh at your expense.

“Don’t laugh at me unnie! I’m going to pass away from exhaustion over here!” you try to say seriously, but can’t help but let out a little giggle. “What were you doing with your head buried in your phone, huh? Are you talking to someone?” you tease, pointing your knife at her with your other hand on your hip.

“Why, do you wish it was you?” She wiggles her eyebrows, giving you a side smirk. You knew she was deflecting, so you lift your eyebrow and give her a flat expression, waiting for her real answer. “Ugh, it’s nothing. There was just this really cute girl in my class today, and I tried talking to her but she didn’t really seem like she liked me… and I may have just been looking at her social media,” Tia admitted.

Now at the stove, stirring your dinner, you look over your shoulder to say something that would hopefully ease her anxiety. “You know that you can come on strong sometimes, maybe she’s just a little shy, ya know? Maybe try again with a softer approach,” you offer. “What is there not to like?”

She gives you a wide grin to match your own at your last remark. You both giggle, any tension in the air from Tia’s concerns gone. Dinner now finished, you grab two bowls and serve you both. You both slip into easy banter, almost like you two have been friends for years. You hope that you will be, someday.

#BTS #ot7 #ot7 x reader #poly ot7 #fanfic #newfangled

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spine-buster · 4 years ago

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 28

A/N: Thanks for all the love this past week ❤️ It meant a lot to me. Here’s 4600 words of subpar writing 😝 And FYI, we’re not getting too sad around here. This is the only chapter they’ll be apart. That means reunification next week!

April 12th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was with her family.

It was Easter, and they were celebrating together, thankfully. She was more grateful for it now more than ever, considering the state of the world. She had stayed camped out at her apartment for the last two weeks with Kasha, who had come back from Evan’s place and was none the wiser about William being there for the fourteen days prior. It made the most sense to Aberdeen because she still had to pay rent, and because she didn’t want to put Minerva through a stressful move again. So, she stayed put. Plus, now that she was living on her own, she’d know she’d go crazy if she lived with her family again. Especially with Siena back from Ottawa because of classes in some weird state of limbo. The sisters were thankful that Camden was independent enough to be able to learn on his own and not be constantly watched – and so was Orla. She had enough to tackle, having her grade one class turned into online learning until further notice. Everything was messy, and unprecedented, and weird, and not understandable, and weird, and chaotic, and confused.

But Aberdeen had her family. And Aberdeen had Willy.

They’d kept their promise about calling each other every night. Aberdeen would lay in bed and put in her headphones (so Kasha wouldn’t hear) and they’d FaceTime each other for a majority of the night, alone in their rooms, talking about anything and everything. Sometimes they’d fall asleep talking, and their phones wouldn’t shut off, and Aberdeen would wake up an hour later and see the brightness of her phone screen still lit up, and she’d see William sleeping on the other end, his face so peaceful yet so burdened with responsibility of caring for his siblings while his parents and other siblings were eight hours and an entire continent and ocean away, and she wouldn’t have the heart to end the call.

Things were fine in Tampa, from what he told her. Jacquie had calmed down considerably. Alex was…Alex – always trying to make jokes and make light of the situation. They barely left their house, but because there were three of them there, it wasn’t too bad. There were a lot of board games played, a lot of Netflix series watched. From across the countries, Aberdeen and William were watching Tiger King together. She didn’t think she’d watched anything as horrifyingly crazy. William would crack jokes about her putting him in a meat grinder and feeding him to tigers. She could only giggle.

She knew that today the siblings were going to go for their first “outing”, just to get some sunshine, along the Courtney Campbell Bridge. She hoped the weather would cooperate for them. And once they were all home, and once Aberdeen was back at her place, the routine would begin, and she’d crawl into bed, and she’d FaceTime Willy to hear all about it.

Good Friday meant they had fish. Easter Monday meant Orla’s roasted lamb and much of the same sides that were prepared on Christmas. They’d still video chat with their grandparents, Camden would still play hockey in the driveway, and Aberdeen and Siena would go down into the basement and watch episodes of Brooklyn 9-9 or another show. Routines, in a time of a global pandemic that brought so much uncertainty, were accepted with warmth. Even for just a day, life was going to feel normal. Orla and Mirza had even gone so far as to get their kids chocolate eggs. It didn’t matter that the youngest didn’t believe in the Easter Bunny anymore or that the girls were in their early twenties – the gesture went farther than that. They were all together again, even if it was just for the day.

When Orla placed the roasted lamb at the centre of the table, asking Mirza for his plate first, Aberdeen took a giant whiff of the smell and immediately felt more relaxed. She filled her plate with carrots and asparagus and Yorkshire pudding before her mom piled on the lamb and sauce.

“So where’s our good friend William these days?” Orla asked as she finished serving everybody and sat down in her seat. She immediately grabbed her knife and fork to dig in. “He didn’t want to come for Easter?”

“I’m sure he wanted to come and have your lamb, darling,” Mirza said.

“He’s in Tampa,” Aberdeen answered, smiling slightly at her parents’ interaction. “His brother and his sister went there at the start of lockdown, and so when he was good to go too, he went.”

“William quarantined for fourteen days too?” Mirza asked. “Why?”

“He spoke to one of his Swedish friends on the Predators so he had to. I bet the whole team did,” she explained.

“Did you guys quarantine together?” Siena asked.

Aberdeen rolled her eyes. “Hah. Good one.”

“William has sisters?” Camden asked.

“He has three,” Aberdeen smiled. “All of them are younger than him.”

“I can’t imagine three of you and Siena.”

Everybody at the table snorted. “We can’t imagine three of you either, buddy,” Siena quipped back.

Camden smiled, then focused his attention back to Aberdeen. “So what’s he doing in Tampa?”

“I don’t know. Hanging out with his brother and sister.”

“Why don’t you call him and ask?”

“Camden,” Aberdeen said, “I can’t just call William Nylander and ask him what he’s doing so my little brother can know,” her tone made it seem like it was the most out-of-this-world idea. But it was a total lie. William would be at her beck and call – he always was. If she called him right now, he’d answer. If she called him and asked him what he was doing because Camden wanted to know, he’d answer her and tell Camden what he was doing. He was just like that.

“I think the most important question we should be asking about William, considering the circumstances in our world right now, is whether or not he’s safe in Tampa,” Mirza interjected. He stuffed a roasted potato into his mouth. “Is he safe?”

Aberdeen nodded. “He’s safe. And he’s with his family, just like we are.”

***

Aberdeen could hear the video game sounds coming out of Camden’s Nintendo Switch as she lay in his bed, cuddled up to him while browsing through her phone. It was later – later than she thought – but she wanted to stay at home for a little while longer, at least until Camden went to bed, because, well…it was a global pandemic and she wanted to see her family. Her dad would drive her home eventually – she knew that. But she wanted to spend some time with her younger brother, even if it was just cuddling with him while he played video games and she browsed Instagram. Sometimes physical contact was the best contact; sometimes nothing needed to be said.

“Hey Aberdeen?” he whispered.

Apparently something needed to be said.

She looked over at him and saw that he’d placed the Switch face-down on his chest. He was looking up at her. “Yeah bud?”

“Are you scared about the pandemic?”

Aberdeen softened immediately. God, she wished he could stay this age forever. She didn’t want him to grow up and turn into a moody teenager. She wanted him like this forever: young and innocent and the little boy who cries over meeting Kyle Lowry. “Of course I’m scared,” she admitted. “Are you scared?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Mom’s home so it’s okay but I’m scared about dad. What if the virus is on one of the envelopes or packages he has to deliver? Or, like, on a mailbox?”

Aberdeen cuddled closer to her brother, if only to provide physical assurance. There were so many unknowns about the virus. It didn’t help that there was wall-to-wall coverage of it on the TV all the time. “I don’t think the virus works that way, Cam. I think—”

“But did you see how fast it spread in New York City? Mom and dad were watching the news one night and the number of people who have it is so high,” he was so concerned.

“I think dad’s work put a lot of, like, safety rules in place so nobody will catch it,” she tried to calm his nerves. “Dad wouldn’t be working if it wasn’t safe. Look at my work. They’re not letting me work because it’s not safe.”

Camden considered his sister’s words. She could practically see the gears shifting in his mind. “I guess so,” he acquiesced. “But I still think about dad a lot when he’s working. Mom’s even praying a lot more now.”

“I figured she would be,” Aberdeen nodded. “Listen Cam, I’m scared about everything too, but the reason why I’m not worried about dad is because dad’s a really smart guy, and we’re a family that listens to doctors and public health experts who are trying to make everything better,” she explained.

“And don’t forget the epado…epid…”

“Epidemiologists,” she smiled, saying the word for him. “Them too. I’m listening to them.”

“Mom thinks I won’t go back to school this year at all. She told me I’m gonna help her teacher her first graders,” he giggled. “Imagine that! At least I don’t have to take EQAO this year.”

“Lucky you,” Aberdeen wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Hey, if I order some masks, what designs do you want on them?”

“Raptors and Leafs, obviously,” he smiled. “Do you even need to ask?”

“Well excuuuuuuse me—”

Their conversation was interrupted by Aberdeen’s phone ringing from its place on her chest. When she flipped it over to see who would be calling her at this hour, she should have known better than to wonder. It was William. It would only be William. But he was requesting to FaceTime her. Just as she was about to reject the call, she heard Cam gasp. “Is that William Nylander? He’s calling you?!”

She gulped. “Cam—”

“Answer it! Answer it!”

She swiped her screen. She prayed to every saint that he wasn’t already topless. When he finally appeared on the screen, he was wearing an oversized t-shirt. She’d have to pray the rosary tonight. “Hi William,” she greeted formally – no “Hi baby” or “Heeeeeyyyyy” like she usually did, hoping he’d get the hint.

“Hello…” he answered back awkwardly, not realizing immediately why she was being so formal. When she tilted the camera and he saw Camden lying beside her smiling from ear-to-ear, waving frantically at him, he understood. “Heeeyyy Camden,” he greeted, waving back.

“Hi William!” Camden said. “How are you?”

“I’m good, buddy, how are you?”

“I’m okay,” he shrugged. “Aberdeen told me you’re in Tampa Bay with your brother and sisters.”

“I am,” William nodded, shooting the quickest of looks to Aberdeen. “She texted me to let me know you guys were apparently missing me today at lunch. I already know my lunch wasn’t as great as the one your mom made.”

Camden giggled slightly. “It definitely wasn’t. Mom made lamb today. Hey William?”

“Yeah bud?”

“Aberdeen told me you have three younger sisters. I have two older ones. How do you do it?!”

William burst out laughing, as did Aberdeen. “Ooooooh Camden. If I knew, I’d tell you.”

***

“How are you, minskatt?” William asked as he watched Aberdeen get into her bed. He’d called her again when he knew it was safe – when she was back at her apartment after her dad drove her home. He hadn’t expected Camden to be on his earlier phone call, of course, but they’d spoken for about ten minutes until Camden was satisfied.

Aberdeen took a deep breath. She was going for it. “Jag mår bra hur mår du?” she replied in near-perfect Swedish.

She watched as William’s eyes bulged out dramatically and smiled mischievously. “Minskatt?!” he gasped dramatically, even going so far as to sit up in bed. She could only giggle. “Minskatt where did that come from? Are you…”

“Mhm,” she nodded before he could finish his thought. “I ordered a bunch of Swedish language books and I’ve been learning since you left. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Minskaaaaatt,” he repeated, except this time in a more playful accusatory tone. “What have you taught yourself?”

“Just the most basic stuff,” she said. “Hello, how are you, where is the washroom, that kind of stuff. Verb conjugations are going to come later. And…” she trailed off.

“And?”

She smiled again. “Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker,” she whispered.

It was the most amazing thing William had ever heard. It didn’t matter that the pronunciation was a bit off – it was incredible. Incredible. So incredible that he couldn’t handle it. He smiled from ear to ear and buried his face in his pillow as he giggled. “Minskatt…you have no idea how beautiful that sounds,” he said. “Like…you honestly have no idea.”

“Do you like the surprise?” she asked.

“I fucking love it,” he said. “Minskatt, you’re too good to me.”

“I want to learn more. I want…I want to like, become as fluent as I can so that I can speak to your family in Swedish. You know, when we’re in Sweden. Whenever that is.”

William’s heart practically burst in his chest. If it was possible, he would have spontaneously self-combusted right then and there at her words and their sweetness. “If I could take you to Sweden tomorrow, I would. God minskatt, I miss you so much. I’m dying over here.”

“Me too.”

“I want to touch you so bad,” he admitted. “I was dreaming about it the other night but then I woke up, and I couldn’t fall back asleep again.”

Her heart fluttered. She’d dreamt about the same thing too last night and woke up sweating. She’d never been this sexually frustrated before, even in her single days. To think of the time they spent together during quarantine, only to have him leave and be unable to do those same thing…it was a lot to miss. A lot to look forward too, as well, once they reunited. But for now, she could only miss it. “How were you touching me?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

She could see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “You know how,” he whispered.

“Tell me,” she said, slipping her hand underneath the covers. She snaked it down her body and underneath her pajama pants and underwear. “Tell me how you were touching me.”

William watched as he watched her one arm move and her hand disappear. He gulped at the sight of it. “I was touching your pussy,” he huffed, slipping his own hand under the covers.

“Was it wet for you?”

“Of course,” he said, grabbing hold of his cock, stroking it almost immediately. “Is…is it wet right now?”

“Getting there,” she nodded.

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Mhm,” she said, her eyes drooping slightly. She waited a few moments as she continued to touch herself before she finally continued. “Tell me how you were touching me. What were you doing?”

“I was fingering you. And my thumb was rubbing your clit…how you like it,” his voice was low.

“Mmmmm,” Aberdeen hummed, mimicking what he was saying and doing it to herself as best she could. She’d done it for so long as a single woman that she’d practically mastered it, but ever since she’d been with William, he’d mastered it in the short amount of time too. There was nothing he did that didn’t turn her on. “I had your cock down my throat in my dream last night.”

“Oh fuck,” William huffed, not expecting that at all. He thought, as always, this was gonna be about pleasuring her by some good old-fashioned phone sex. He didn’t think she’d go so far as to include him too, considering how new the experience was. But they were doing this. “Was it deep in your throat?” he asked.

Aberdeen nodded. “It hit the back.”

“Fuuuuuck Aberdeen,” he huffed. He imagined the feeling and it sent shivers down his spine. He got hard almost immediately at the thought as he kept stroking himself, but ever since he’d been with Aberdeen, his own hand didn’t fucking cut it anymore. She gave him the best handjobs, the best blowjobs…everything she did was the best to him.

“Remember when I sucked you off in the backseat of your car?” she asked, her voice sugary sweet. William nodded his head quickly. “Remember how you came in my mouth? You tasted sooooo good, Willy.”

“Ab—Aberdeen—fuck, don’t—”

“I can’t wait to taste it again.”

William’s eyes rolled back. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy again.”

“When you come back home, I want you to fuck me like you did during quarantine,” she continued. “Fuck me hard how I like it, Willy.”

“Ab—are you—look at me when you cum, Aberdeen,” William demanded. He could tell by just a quick look that she was almost there. “Look at me when you cum.”

“Are you close?”

“Y—Yeah.”

“Cum with me, Willy. Think of my tight pussy when you cum.”

She could see his face contort slightly as he closed his eyes. She bit her bottom lip and tried to suppress a loud moan, writhing in her bed and squeezing her legs together as her orgasm took over her body. She heard William moan too, low and guttural, and when she saw his chest heaving just as much as hers was, she knew he came too.

As her breathing steadied out, Aberdeen couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she admitted. “That was—”

“That was really hot,” William finished her sentence, albeit more bluntly than her tone. “That was—we did that quick but God it was hot.”

“Yeah,” Aberdeen nodded. “Nothing compares to the real thing though.”

“No, it doesn’t,” William agreed. “The second I land in Toronto – finish quarantine – whatever, I’m taking you to my place and I’m fucking you senseless.”

Aberdeen couldn’t help but giggle and smirk at his words. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

***

April 14th, 2020

“What did you and your brother do that day?” Aberdeen practically screamed into the phone as the video played on what seemed like an infinite loop on her laptop. “Seriously. What made you think to film that?”

“We practiced for a long time!”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure the Toosie Slide dance took a lot of practice.”

“It does!”

“Your poor sister.”

“She lived.”

Aberdeen snorted. “And what are those shorts, William?!”

“Um, excuse me? Are you making fun of my shorts?” he giggled. “I thought you’d like them, seeing as they show off my thighs. We both know how much you like my thighs…”

“Stop it.”

“No.”

***

April 20th, 2020

“Did you get some sun today?” Aberdeen asked sarcastically, seeing William on FaceTime looking redder than a tomato.

“You’re funny.”

“Have you heard of sunscreen?”

“I wore sunscreen,” he grumbled.

“Sure you did.”

***

April 25th, 2020

“Have you been writing a lot, minskatt?” William asked as he watched Aberdeen concentrating on her screen, hearing her furious typing through the microphone. They were on the type of call where the participants just went about their business, connected through the screen, watching the other do their work while also doing their own. William was just being dumb and scrolling through golfing websites, but Aberdeen was actually being productive.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “I just…well, you saw how much I wrote when we were together too. In between the sex,” she chuckled slightly. “But after you left, there was just this huge burst of inspiration and energy.”

“I think it was the sex,” William deadpanned, causing Aberdeen to laugh. “The sex inspired you.”

“Well you definitely gave me the energy,” she smiled. “Too bad what I’m writing isn’t a sex diary or something.”

“What are you writing, minskatt?” he asked, genuinely interested.

“Um…” Aberdeen began, trying to formulate what she was writing into words. “It’s about a girl. Well, a group of girls.”

“You mean like that TV show Girls?”

“Better,” Aberdeen huffed. “Lena Dunham is awful.”

William smiled. “So a group of girls?”

“A group of girls and their relationships with each other. And the expectations they have for each other that sometimes may not work in their favour.”

“So is it semi-autobiographical?”

Aberdeen side-eyed him. Everything in writing was at least somewhat autobiographical. But he didn’t need to know that. “Maybe.”

***

April 27th, 2020

“I miss you so much,” William mumbled, his voice sleepy.

“I miss you too,” Aberdeen said, equally as tired. “I can’t wait for you to hold me. I can’t wait to just cuddle.”

“Me too.”

***

April 30th, 2020

For the first time in weeks, Aberdeen wasn’t doomscrolling about COVID-19. She was doomscrolling about William.

It started innocently enough, by Aberdeen reminiscing on the first time he drove her home from the airport and he spoke about his contract negotiations and how they turned a lot of people sour on him. She believed him right then and there, but she didn’t go looking. Now, with nothing to do and a curious mind, she went looking.

And she hated what she found.

Entire articles, practically one written every week, about his trade value. Those same articles devalkuing him as a player and downplaying his role on the team as a top-six forward. Panels of analysts and experts demanding that the Leafs trade him. Entire Twitter accounts dedicated to blasting every single little thing he did on the ice. Men with nothing better to do than to obsess over him and call him every name in the book.

And then there was the video from Tim & Sid, the popular sports radio duo in Toronto that Aberdeen listened to for fifteen minutes once, but couldn’t get past Sid Seixeiro’s dumbass opinions. In the video she watched, he took a less than 10-second clip of something William had said in a post-game interview during a loss against the Panthers and asked, indignantly, “What the hell is wrong with him?” He then proceeded to go on a five-minute rant about the entire locker room having an attitude problem, how Willy had an attitude problem, how he didn’t care about the team…and people believed it. She knew it. People gobbled it up. It was their serotonin while they hated him and called him a pussy on the internet and threw glasses at him in bars while drunk. She felt sick to her stomach that these people felt this way about him.

She’d been crying for a while before she picked up her phone to call him. Her hands were shaking as she dialled his number, waiting for him to answer. “Hi minskatt,” he cooed after the fourth ring.

“Willy,” she greeted, her voice shaky.

The last time she’d called him in such a state, she was being followed from her apartment. William’s mind immediately went into overdrive. “Minskatt? What’s wrong?”

“Willy you know I love you, right?”

He softened slightly. “Of course I do. Why would you—”

“—I love you every way you are—"

“—Aberdeen—”

“—And I know you’re a good person and I love you so much, more than anything—”

“—Aberdeen—Aberdeen—stop. What is this about?”

She took a quick breath. “What everyone says about you, Willy. They’re horrible. Horrible. I was reading and I was watching these videos and they’re just awful to you and—”

“Aberdeen, I told you not to watch those videos,” he said.

“Willy, please,” she begged. “How could they say those things about you and not even know you? How can they still be so bitter after your contract negotiations?!”

“Aberdeen—”

“I love you, Willy. I love you every way you are,” she repeated. “I don’t care what anybody has to say about you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Aberdeen,” he said calmly but fiercely. “Aberdeen, you can’t listen to them. I learned how to tune them out a long time ago. Even if I did…I don’t care what they say about me. I know who I am, Aberdeen. I know the truth, and they don’t. And you do too.”

“I do, but I just…they’re so awful, Willy. I don’t know how you can stand it.”

“Like I said…I know my truth. My family knows. And you do. The most important people in my life know the truth and that’s all that matters. I don’t give a fuck about what they think of me,” he said.

Aberdeen stayed silent. She knew she was overreacting, but damnit, she needed to overreact. She’d been a part of the hockey world now for what felt like a century, and if what she had with William was going to last, it would be a major part of her life for years to come. She needed to learn to roll with the punches. But at the same time, she felt like if those punches were unjustified, then she was justified in being upset about them and wanting to speak out. “I just love you so much,” she whispered, her voice much calmer now but still a bit shaky. “God, I’m such a horrible girlfriend. I’m calling you crying about the stupid Toronto media on the night before your birthday—”

“It’s okay, minskatt,” he interrupted. “I would rather you call me then cry alone. Besides, my birthday isn’t going to be special because you won’t be here.”

“Willy, don’t say that.”

“I mean it,” he replied. “I wish I could spend it with you. Fuck, I wish I could fly you down to Florida on a private fucking plane just so I could spend time with you. I’d kill someone just to hold your hand right now.”

Her heart fluttered. “I wish you’d come back to Toronto,” she whispered. “When you get back, Willy…I’m gonna let you hold my hand so hard.”

They both snorted. “I’ll be eagerly awaiting my gift, by the way,” he said, knowing that whatever she had in store for him for his birthday would be waiting for him when he got back to Toronto. She made it that way – she promised, and he’d accepted. He was dying in anticipation, but he’d accepted.

“Want a little piece of it now?” she asked.

He smiled. “You know I do.”

***

May 1st, 2020

Happy birthday I know you’re spending the day with your brother so it’s okay if you don’t text back I just want you to know how much I love you. I’m sorry that I waited so long. I’m sorry I denied it for so long. You have been so good to me Willy. I hope I’m half as good to you as you are to me. I’ve never felt the love that you give me every single day from another person and I think that’s because the universe was saving it for ~you, for ~you to show me, because I can’t picture it being from anyone else. I love you so much and I miss you. Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker.

i love u more than anything minskatt Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker always i will always love u i wish u were here with me nothing is the same without u

nothing is the same without you either I love you so much Willy

i love u aberdeen

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