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thatgirlwritingficsatnight · 4 years ago

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Gift exchange

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve forgotten about your Christmas company party. Even worse you forgot to get a gift for the “not so secret Santa” - your company’s tradition. Wanna top it? Make it even worse? No problem. The person you were supposed to get a gift for? Your crush. Defsoul - the most talented, kindest and hottest person alive. What are you going to do now?

pairing: Lim Jaebeom (Defsoul) x reader

genre: smut, fluff, Jaebeom is a producer, Y/N is a manager

warnings: smut: daddy kink, light choking, ass play; foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 4989

A/N: TFW you try to write a GOT7 reaction, and you end up with one-shot. I know I’m kinda late with whole christmas theme but i wrote it last night and figured out I could post it anyway.

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You barely got to shut your eyes before your alarm tore you up from your dreams. It was nine in the morning, and you went to sleep at six AM because of your work. You groaned as you shuffled in bed cursing your job, three hours of sleep was not enough for anyone. Being manager of K-pop girl group was hard enough but being the manager in December when there was award show after award show and festivals - that was a nightmare. To other people December was equal to Christmas, gifts, parties, New Year's Eve but to you, it was synonymous with constant state of tiredness, your biggest wish right now was to spent Christmas break alone, just you and your bed. You sighed as you dragged yourself to shower. Girls had only slept for 5 hours, and you felt bad for them — not only were they invited to each award show that existed they also just have had a comeback. You could see how exhausted they were and yet your superiors still pushed for them to go to some stupid TV show on Christmas Eve. You got yourself ready and went to pick them up and get them to set.

The recording went smoothly, and you were already daydreaming about coming home early and passing out on your bed. It was six PM already, but you still had to drive girls home and step into the office for a bit. You sighed you'd be home eight PM at best - well it was still better than coming home at two or three AM. You were about to go and thank everyone for their hard work when your phone vibrated. It was your best friend and coworker.

"Hey Inha. What's up?"

"I wanted to check if you remember about the company party tonight."

You hit your forehead and groaned.

"OMG! You forgot! Have you bought a gift at least?"

"No..." you whined. You wanted to die. You had so much work lately that you've absolutely forgotten about that party — it was for staff only and each year you'd drew lots to pick the person you were supposed to give a gift to. It wasn't even secret Santa your boss simply came to conclusion that gift exchange would help out with forming friendships...

"Girl... Do you at least remember who you drew?"

Of course you remembered. How could you not. This was your lucky year, you got Defsoul the hottest, kindest and most talented person working for your label. You had a small crush on him since that day he gave up his coffee for you. You were falling asleep standing while girls were recording their vocals, and he chuckled at you before telling you to sit by him and drink some coffee. It probably meant nothing to him but that was one of the most stressful weeks in your life, and you weren't sleeping at all during that time — ITZY were about to make a debut, and you couldn't stop worrying over it. You remember how touched you were by this simple gesture, after all no one ever gave you coffee, usually you were the one getting it for other people. His looks certainly didn't help with your hopeless crush. He was H O T and not even simply hot, more like "I-look-like-an-idol" hot. He had a black mullet, piercing under his eye, he also had his nose and ears pierced to make matters worse for you he also had most hypnotizing almost feline-like eyes. Honestly you wondered why didn't he become an idol with a face and talent like that. After that one time, he would buy you a coffee whenever he had seen you and you two became somewhat close - you'd swing over his studio when girls had to train and talk about everything and nothing. He told you about his cats, his favorite restaurants, his passion for taking pictures and well you mostly told him about your job since you basically didn't have any private life - it really felt pathetic. He even took your photo once - telling you that the picture would help him later when he would be looking for inspiration (it is a mystery till this day how you haven't fainted that evening). One day you were waiting for girls to finish up their dance practice and fell asleep on one of the benches — it was difficult day for you since you haven't slept for twenty hours already (you had to fight off some crazy sasaengs and didn’t sleep whole night keeping an eye on their dorm — some would say you were overdoing it, but to you members of ITZY were like your little sisters). You woke up in his studio on his couch. He carried you there while you were asleep and tucked you in, covering you with his jacket. You were extremely embarrassed, apologetic and thankful at the same time. He chuckled at you before saying that it was okay and forced you to promise that you'd oversleep to work the very next day. Inha claimed he had a crush on you since he never treated her with the same kindness or anyone really. But you knew better, he was a good colleague. A good, extraordinarily attractive colleague you wanted to kiss and lick and...

"Hello? Earth to Y/N??" your friend snapped you from your thoughts.

"I have to go Inha! Thank you for reminding me! Love you!" You checked the time, there was no way you'd manage to drive girls back, buy a gift, get ready for a party and do all that without being late. You sighed you will have to improvise. You drove off girls and came back rushing straight to your apartment. The party started at 10 PM and you had to shower, somehow fix your sleep-deprived face and figure out how you're going to apologize to Def... You were home a few minutes before 8 rushing into your bedroom - at least you knew what you were going to wear. That would be the most expensive, or more like the only expensive piece of clothing you had — a birthday gift from girls. It was an oversized tuxedo jacket from Alexander Wang and you haven't worn it yet. You tried it on, it had quite deep cleavage, and exposed a lot of your legs, but you figured it would be ok for tonight. You smoothed out black velvety material before stepping out of it. You still had to shower and do your makeup. An hour later you were looking at yourself in the mirror — the mask Inha got you really helped out with bags under your eyes. You did good with makeup as well: it was soft brownish smoky eye, orange toned lipstick and some shimmers here and there — you actually looked healthy and well rested (a true Christmas miracle really). You looked even better after getting in your outfit — Ryunjin was right, the tuxedo like dress fitted your vibe. You even wore some black heels which didn't often happen since you always chose comfort over looks when at work.

Fortunately you got to the party on time even though you couldn't catch a taxi for twenty minutes or so. People inside were already mingling and drinking, and you decided to grab something to drink before looking for Def. You located a small table with champagne in the corner of the room. You downed two glasses as quick as you got there, and were already grabbing a third one when a voice spoke up startling you so much you jumped a little.

"Rough day?" Defsoul was standing next to you, whiskey in his hand, smirking at you. You immediately blushed and gawked at him. He was so handsome it was simply unfair. This man clearly woke up today and chose violence. He was wearing a silky black shirt — and it was quite unbuttoned, so you had a chance of seeing his broad chest (you were currently having a heart attack), and slacks he also styled his hair so that his forehead was exposed with one defiant streak of hair falling onto his brow bone. You wanted to groan. You fucked up — this could've been your chance to get him to like you more...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" he was genuinely concerned, and here you were, basically salivating and staring at him like a starved, nasty man. That was so embarrassing. You cleared your throat and looked away.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired today..." He smiled at you warmly, and you wanted to punch yourself for not getting him something, anything.

"That's great!" You gave him a confused look, and he bit his lip nervously while scratching the back of his head. He was so cute you could kiss him. Well to be fair you felt like you could kiss him any time. Why...why did you have to forget that bloody gift...

"I mean it's not great that you're tired... It's just… ah, shit I suck at this. Here." He handed you a plastic card, and you read it absolutely puzzled. Lifetime pass for coffee with Jaebeom — it also had a cute chibi character that looked just like Def, except it had some cat ears.

"Now you can get coffee whenever you want. I mean I know you can have it whenever you want anyway, I just thought that maybe you'd like someone to get it with... I mean get it for you… It's ok if you don't like it really, oh by the way I'm Jaebeom, I don't know if I already told you my real name or not…" he was rambling, and you were screaming inside your head. That was so cute. So kind. You wanted to hug him and kiss him so badly. "Ah, shit. I really do suck at this." he said more to himself than to you. You finally looked at him and grinned.

"I love it." you said and his eyes turned into big orbs before light pink colored his cheeks.

"You do?"

"I do. It's a perfect gift." you smiled, your heart swelled with happiness. You could technically go on a date with him whenever you felt like with this handy piece of plastic. That is if he wouldn't start to hate you in the next few minutes for forgetting his present.

"I'm glad." he grinned and it took your breath away. How come he was so perfect? You got even more nervous looking at the gift from him.

"Ah... I was your not so secret Santa as well…" you started.

"Really? So what did you get me?" he was genuinely interested, and you wanted to go back in time and kill yourself for forgetting about this party. You looked up. His eyes were gleaming with curiosity — you were fucked.

"It's me! I'm your gift!" you joked and looked down to cover your nervousness. You were about to say that it was just a stupid joke and apologize before he spoke up.

"I love it." his voice was deeper than normally, and you looked up shocked by it. He was checking you out, his hungry eyes traveling up and down. You've never seen him like that. You could feel warmth spreading on your cheeks under his intense stare, a tight knot forming somewhere near your core in excitement.

"Y-you do?" your voice faltered, and he chuckled while moving closer to you. He smelled musky with a hint of citrus. Your legs were about to collapse under you.

"I do." he hummed he was so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand brushed against yours as he bent down to reach your ear. You were sure your skin was burning where he touched you. "So, tell me Y/N, when can I unwrap you?" his tone was dark and dangerous and when he straightened up you've seen this gleam in his eyes as he smirked. Your legs felt like made from putty and you'd collapse if his hand weren't already wrapped around your waist. You couldn't believe it was happening. Your heart was beating so hard it was about to spring off your chest — you were wondering if he could hear it. You certainly could even though blood ringed in your ears. You felt your throat going dry and your panties getting moist.

"Def…" you started weakly. Shocked by your own voice — it sounded so needy.

"Call me Jaebeom.." he purred. "Would you like to go to my place? I don't think I can wait any longer to enjoy my gift…" You quavered from excitement, his voice was laced with a promise of sleepless night.

"Yes, let's go." you said and he smiled at you. You were sure you lost any oxygen you still had in your lungs at that moment. His hand left your waist, and you wanted to catch it and wrap yourself with it again. Instead, he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his, smiling at you sweetly before he led you outside. You couldn't focus on anything else, but his fingers wrapped around yours. His hand was warm, and he held you firmly, his skin soft and delicate. You managed to quickly catch a taxi and through whole drive Jaebeom's hand lazily travelled up and down your thigh. His gentle fingers sending sparks to your core every time he brushed the inside of your leg. You glanced at him, eyes filled with desire — he shivered, and it made you feel a different kind of excitement — you didn't know that you had this kind of effect on him. You got out of the taxi and his hand was instantly on yours, he was almost dragging you skipping every other step as he rushed upstairs to his apartment. He opened the door and let you in. Immediately three cats came in and brushed against your legs. You smiled softly.

"They like you.." Jaebeom murmured against your neck while taking off your coat for you, you gasped at the feeling, and he released low chuckle before he started planting soft kisses against your neck — each time his lips touched your skin your muscles clenched with anticipation. You couldn't wait any longer. You turned around and looked at him, his eyes were glued to your lips and excitement bubbled somewhere below your stomach.

"I waited so long for this..." he started but never got to finish as your lips were on his in a second. Even his lips felt like cotton, and you sighed against him when he kissed you back. He was clearly enjoying slow kisses. You grew impatient once again and licked his lower lip, he gave you access you asked for, and your tongue brushed against his hungrily. You could already feel how wet you were, arousal making your panties stick to you painfully. Jaebeom's hand travelled around your back dropping dangerously low now and then but never grabbing you — you really wanted him to hold you and take you roughly. Once again you grew impatient this night. You took his lower lip in between your teeth, you bit it hard and moaned. That seemed to make him lose his cool, he let out a growl that travelled straight to your core.

"Bad girl..." he said before he turned you around and pushed you against the wall so that your back was facing him. His tongue already on your earlobe, you sighed and shivered when he licked it and let out breaths against wet, sensitive skin. "I wanted to take it slowly, but you're so eager, so impatient…" he was purring into your ear, and you were aching down there more and more with each syllable.

"Jaebeom..." you moaned as you pressed your ass against him. He sucked some breath in when you pushed down against his hard length, his body working on its own accord, one hand already on your hips pressing you harder when the other one cupped your breast. This is not how he envisioned tonight, he thought that he'd at best confess his feelings not have you here crumbling in his hands while moaning his name. Your hips bucked against his by itself as soon as you felt how hard he was. His hand grabbed your clothed breast, and you regretted wearing anything. You wanted to feel him against you naked skin not through layers of clothing.

"Jaebeom-ah..." you moaned his name again, and he rewarded you with sucking on your neck — it was painful yet pleasant, and you almost forgot what you wanted to say before he licked the fresh mark and kissed it. "Didn't you say you wanted to unwrap me?" You said in weak voice still affected by his mouth on your neck. He laughed against your skin, and you thought that's how paradise would sound like.

"You really are impatient... do you want me to fuck you so bad?" he asked rubbing into you, his dick almost in pain from the friction.

"Yes...please..." you panted out, and he let out some animalistic sound upon hearing how needy you were. He made you face him and unbuttoned your tuxedo-like-dress before he tossed it somewhere behind him. You shivered under his stare. He pulled you into him and his hands immediately travelled to your ass, grabbing it and lifting you up without effort. He began kissing your jaw, neck, collarbones, and you tilted your head, so he could have better access. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down carefully on the mattress before he took a step back. His sheets smelled just like him, and you sighed in pleasure, sinking deeply into his fragrance. He bit his lip seeing you in his bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear. However, you didn't want just lay and wait, you got up and reached out to his own shirt undoing the buttons hastily, but he didn't let you, he was in control. He held your hands and pushed you back on bed. You bounced and your hair created a sort of crown, spreading around your face — it emphasized your features even more, and Jaebeom felt as if he was making love to some kind of goddess. Your lips, eyes, hair, body everything was perfect. He wanted to taste you already.

"You need to ask me nicely." He smirked at you and you pouted a bit before a mischievous gleam appeared in your eyes. You let one of the straps fall from your shoulder and gave him an innocent look before taking off the other one as well. Just one move and Jaebeom would see your torso naked. He bit his lip unintentionally, when you pushed your breast closer while also moaning.

"Pleeeaaase... undress already and fuck me... daddy." He groaned - you'd be the end of him. He quickly tore any clothes that were on him leaving only his boxers on, and you stared him down hungrily. Saying he was beautiful was and understatement. He was perfect. His skin was light and smooth, it gleamed in the moonlight that illuminated the room through a small window located right above the headboard. It was still dim, but you could clearly see the outline of muscles on his stomach, and a tempting v line, waiting for you to be licked on his abdomen.

"Take off your bra." he ordered and you obediently followed. His eyes devoured your glistening breasts, two darker beads already hard and inviting him in. He licked his thumb and brushed it against your nipple watching intently for your reaction. You didn't disappoint him as you arched your back hungry for his touch. He took another one into his mouth, his tongue making circles around it for what felt like forever. The sound of his wet licks and your quickened breath feeling the silence of the room. You squeezed your legs looking for any kind of release, it didn't help much. Your core was aching and since you could only wait for him to bring you pleasure you closed your eyes and focused only on the sole path of his tongue. It was almost like a torture and Jaebeom seemed to enjoy it greatly, lazy licks, circles around your nipples, blowing cold air on them to hear your whines. And so when he finally sucked on your swollen nipple you moaned his name so loudly his neighbors could hear you. His dick twitched in his boxers. He couldn't wait for much long either, you were the most beautiful person he ever saw, and you were squirming under him, waiting for him to fuck you. He was honestly shocked he didn't take you against that wall in his hall when you pushed your ass against him. He smirked at you, he haven’t even fucked you yet and you were already having this kind of expression. His lips travelled from your breast lower and lower before his face hovered above your panties, hot breath on your wet, clothed pussy sending you almost over the edge. You looked down at him, his eyes were full of lust. He was so beautiful you felt like it was just a dream, not reality. When he pressed his nose against your wet folds you moaned again. He inhaled it a few times as if it was the most ravishing smell in the world.

"You smell so good I might go crazy." He actually was going crazy as his cock let out a bit of pre-cum only upon him smelling your pussy.

"Daddy... please..." you pleaded looking him in the eyes, he couldn't take it any longer. In one swift move he tore the panties off you, they were soaked, and he sniffed them one last time before throwing them out. He took off his own underwear, and knelt between your legs his cock in his hand already.

"You're so wet for me. Such a good girl, I'm going to fuck you so good." he purred out, and you could go off his words only. He put on condom quickly and teased your entrance before sliding into you slowly. He was watching your face intently as he didn't want to cause you pain.

"Just don't move for a second, you're so big I need to get used to the stretch." It was painful a and pleasant at the same time - the way he filled you up. He didn't buck his hips as you asked, instead he kissed your lips, your jaw, neck, and you kissed him back with passion. Soon he started rocking into you and you moaned into his mouth.

"Harder." you managed to say between the panting and kissing. He straightened up and increased the tempo, sweat building on his forehead.

"Harder..." you said and his hand went to your throat while he almost crushed into you. He choked you lightly, and you felt the orgasm building already.

"Daddy... harder..."

"You dirty girl. On all fours." You obediently followed his order and soon he was fucking you doggy style, his hand spanking you lightly. "You like that? You like when daddy takes you hard?" His voice was so low you shivered under him.

"Yes, daddy." you moaned out when his huge dick filled you with each thrust.

"You're so dirty and good to your daddy. I will reward you and play with your other hole." Before you could say anything he spat on your ass and his finger danced around the other entrance. Just that was enough for you to see white. Your toes curled and your head went back, you screamed his name like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and you could feel how he twitched inside you when you clenched around him in orgasm spasm.

"Y/N, ah... I'm cumming, I'm…" he said through gritted teeth while pounding into you. You both reached your highs and fell onto the bed. He discarded the condom and started kissing your back lazily.

"Do you want to shower together?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't think I have enough energy to go for another round…" you said while turning his way. He was looking at you lovingly, his expression completely fucked out. He was beautiful, the most handsome you've ever seen him actually. You sighed when his fingers brushed off hair from your face in sweet gesture.

"That's ok, I'll just shower you and we can go to sleep." You nodded, and he took your hand and guided you to his bathroom. He switched on the shower and pulled you under the water when it was warm already. He was so delicate with you, soaping your body, shampooing your head. You smiled at him warmly, and he chuckled.

"You're really cute." he said with a smile after making and weird shapes out of your shampooed hair.

"Stop it, I'll blush." you said while getting under the water, he was quickly spooning you, kissing your back almost with devotion.

"Good, you're even cuter when you blush."

You both towelled yourself dry and Jaebeom even brushed your hair for you before pulling you back to bed. You cuddled your face into his chest and he closed his arms around you. You didn't know if it was one-night stand only, but you'd worry about your possibly broken heart in the morning since his scent was already inviting you to the dreamworld.

You woke up to some rumbling. You opened your eyes and shot up, fear washing over you — that wasn't your bedroom. Memories of last night came next, and you fell back to the sheets squealing quietly into his pillow. That's when the realization hit you. What if it was just one-night stand, and you were rolling around his bed happily in love like an idiot? You sighed but before you could do anything, the man in question came to the bedroom smiling at you warmly.

"You finally woke up sleepyhead." He sat next to you and bend down to kiss your cheek. You looked down. "What's wrong? Have I done something?" He looked concerned.

"I.. no." You said sitting up, and he raised his brow on you. Ugh, he was looking great wearing a plain gray hoodie. You sighed.

"Was that one just for one night? If it was a one-night stand tell me now before I do something stupid."

"One-night stand?" He looked at you offended. "One-night stand?! Do you even know for how long I've been crushing on you? It was few years of my desperate attempts to ask you out, buying you coffee, looking for you constantly. Hell, I even made Yugyeom exchange the stupid lottery draw with me, so that I could give you that card. I actually thought that would helped me out with asking you out. One-night stand?! Jesus, Y/N, he made me basically his slave for a day, and you're asking me if it's one-night stand?" He was angry, and you looked at him shocked, you have never seen him like that. "Do you want this to be one-night stand?!" he raised his voice again.

"No!" you answered him immediately.

"No?! Great, then you can... wait you said no?" He cleared his throat, and you could actually see him smiling like an idiot before he cleared it again. "Well… good because I made us lunch already, and it would go to waste otherwise." He tried to act cool. You giggled at him and pushed him down before sitting on top of him.

"You're cute." You said and he blushed looking away.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. You are the cutest actually." He groaned in response getting even more red, and you giggled once again. It was the first time you got him to blush so much, usually it was just light pink appearing on the apples of his cheeks. You kissed his face leaving pecks all over it, he chuckled before speaking again.

"I don't want this to be one-night stand. I like you I was actually planning on asking you out yesterday."

"You were?"

"I was. So would like to go out with me?" he wiggled his brows at you and you grinned before nodding.

"Mmm. I'd love to." you answered and he pulled you for a lazy kiss.

"Come, I prepared some food for you. It's hardly festive, but it's something"

"I'm sure it's great. I just need to put something on myself first."

"You can have my hoodie and sweats." he said while looking through his cabinet. "Here." He handed you clothes and blushed once again mumbling that he will wait for you in the kitchen. He got embarrassed — that was just too cute.

You slipped in his clothes, his smell wrapping around you. You got out of the bedroom only to be greeted by three cats purring and brushing against your legs. You smiled and petted them, scratching them on their chins. Jaebeom was just standing and staring at you, still not believing his luck. You were wearing his blouse, it was hanging on you like a dress basically and his heart ached at this picture. You looked up and grinned.

"They like me!"

"I'm pretty sure they're going to like you more than they like me." He chuckled. "Now come, let's eat."

You nodded and entered his kitchen, there was kimchi jjigae and rice prepared for both of you. You smiled and sat down already salivating because of the delicious smell.

"Merry Christmas Y/N." He said looking up from his dish.

"Merry Christmas Jaebeom." You smiled at him lovingly. "So what did Yugyeom made you do?"

"Don't even ask." He said and you giggled. Let's just say you didn't get to spend the Christmas break alone in the bed like you wished.

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ivarthebadbitch · 4 years ago

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Strange things can happen

Chapter 14 summary: Ragnar makes an offer.

Canon divergent, everybody lives, arranged marriage AU after 4x14. Read this chapter on Ao3.

Previous chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13]

On Ao3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13]

Pairings: Ivar x OC, Ivar vs. basically everyone

Warnings: None

Word count: 2153

Tagged: @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @nukyster-blog @bae-roman @adhdnightmare @danisnotsosecret (if you would like to be tagged, let me know)

Notes: This week’s chapter is out a little early, BUT I have at last officially fallen behind, so no post for next week. Sorry for the delay, but we are actually closing in on the end here...probably going to end up around 17-18ish chapters total.

CHAPTER 14: A reasonable proposition

Under any other circumstance, Ivar would have been thrilled to be reunited with his father and Ubbe. But from one look at their faces as Aethelwulf hastily ushered them into King Ecbert’s study, it was painfully clear why they had come. As all eyes turned in his direction, it was also obvious that he was in a considerable amount of trouble.

“King Ecbert,” Ragnar acknowledged first with a nod. Then he turned to look at him. “Ivar,” he said in a tone that made his blood run cold.

“Father,” Ivar answered, trying to keep his voice from wavering. He could feel himself shrinking under his gaze.

Ragnar put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard enough to make him flinch. “Was there something you forgot to tell me about, boy?” he asked in Norse in a deceptively pleasant tone. “Something important with regards to your marriage?”

He looked away as shame flooded through him once again. Ragnar let out a humorless laugh and slapped him on the back. “I’ll have words with you later,” his father murmured in his ear. “There will be plenty of time for us to talk on the trip back to Kattegat.”

With that, Ragnar turned away to talk to Ecbert, and Ubbe stepped forward with a guilty look on his face. It was obvious what he had done.

“Traitor,” Ivar muttered before his brother could speak, smacking away his hand as he attempted to ruffle his hair. “Fuck you.”

Ubbe looked momentarily wounded, but then he leaned down to speak in Ivar’s ear. “I’m here to help get you out of this mess, you idiot,” he said quietly. “Just go along with what we tell you to do and we’ll all get out of this alive and you can go home.”

“Everything was going fine until you showed up,” Ivar snapped, even though that hadn’t exactly been the case for the past forty eight hours or so.

Ubbe scoffed at him and shook his head in disbelief. “What did I just say? Don’t be stupid. Father and I will sort this out.” Ivar rolled his eyes, but Ubbe was not done. “Really, Ivar? You didn’t tell Father before the marriage?”

“Shut up,” Ivar said through gritted teeth. “Looks like you were happy to tell him, though.”

“I had no choice!”

“I had no choice!” Ivar repeated in a mocking imitation. He leaned forward. “Why are you here anyway? You didn’t have to come with Father.” Then it dawned on him. “Unless…”

Now Ubbe looked especially uncomfortable. He took a step back, but not far enough to put himself beyond Ivar’s reach. Ivar immediately launched himself at Ubbe, sending both of them and the chair clattering to the floor. He managed to get in a couple good punches before Ragnar swooped in and dragged him off, smacking his head against the edge of the table with such force that he saw stars.

He gazed up at his father in a daze as Ubbe got up and brushed himself off, rubbing his jaw where Ivar had hit him. To the side, he briefly registered Ecbert and Aethelwulf staring at him with their mouths wide open before Ragnar grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in close enough for Ivar to feel the heat of his breath.

“Control yourself, or I’ll make you wish you’d never been born,” Ragnar snarled. Without loosening his grip on Ivar, he looked over his shoulder at Ecbert and smiled. “King Ecbert, we have important matters to discuss, and my son Ivar is very tired. Perhaps he can take some rest in his room while we talk. He may rejoin us once he is capable of behaving himself.”

“A good plan,” Ecbert said, and motioned for the guards to come forward.

Ivar nearly blacked out as Ragnar relinquished his grip and gave him over to the guards, who draped his arms over his shoulders and pulled him into a standing position. “Father, wait, I can explain—” he pleaded, but they were already hauling him out to the hallway and back to his room with his feet dragging uselessly across the floor.

The room was empty and dark. The guards dropped Ivar on the bed and walked out without a word, shutting the door firmly behind them. He heard the click of the key turning in the lock and his heart suddenly filled with despair. He would be sent back to Kattegat in disgrace and he would never see Aldreda again. She would marry Ubbe in his place and forget all about him. Somehow the thought of that hurt more than anything.

He knew he should be angry with her. She had told Ecbert his secret, after all, and he wasn’t about to forgive her for that. It was a betrayal, pure and simple, and at any rate, forgiveness was something Christians did. He should be furious.

He found he didn’t want to be angry with her.

Ivar sat back on the bed and exhaled slowly. He was used to being angry about all sorts of things, of course. That was the way he had always been, ever since he was a small child. It had never occurred to him that he didn’t have to be. The thought was oddly liberating. He felt the sudden urge to tell Aldreda about his revelation, until he remembered she probably didn’t want to talk to him.

He flopped on his back with a groan and stared at the ceiling. Ubbe was right—he was an idiot, though not for the reasons his brother supposed him to be. He really had made a mess of things with Aldreda. At this stage, it was hard to see a way to fix it, especially with his father now breathing down his neck along with everyone else. For the first time in weeks, he felt unbearably alone. He didn’t want to cry again as he had in front of Aldreda after she told him she asked for the annulment—he was a man, and men were supposed to be stronger than that. But if nobody was around to witness it, then maybe it was all right.

In the fading evening light, he curled up on his side and wept until he fell asleep.

With his wayward son momentarily dealt with, Ragnar settled in at the table with Ecbert, Aethelwulf, and Ubbe. The journey to Wessex had been full of bad weather and various mishaps, and they were fortunate to have arrived intact, if a little worse for wear. He glanced briefly at Ubbe, who was gazing around Ecbert’s study with his mouth hanging open slightly, and he cuffed him on the back of the head. “Don’t gawk,” he muttered. “Pay attention.”

Ubbe rubbed his head. “You know I don’t understand English, Father,” he said reproachfully.

“Pay attention anyway.” Ragnar leaned back in his chair and turned his focus to the Saxons with a smile. “King Ecbert. After I returned to Kattegat, certain information came to my attention about my son Ivar regarding his suitability for marriage to...to…” by the gods, what was the girl’s name? “—your granddaughter. Believe me, I proposed our agreement in good faith and had no intention to deceive you.”

Aethelwulf scoffed and turned to Ecbert, shaking his head. “My lord, you cannot take this heathen at his word.”

“Oh, can’t I? If my friend and ally Ragnar Lothbrok truly meant to deceive us, then why would he return now? Anyway, this confirms what the boy told me.” Ecbert said. He looked back at Ragnar. “Your timing is fortuitous. Just this morning, my granddaughter came to me to request an annulment, citing Ivar’s, ah, difficulty. It is a most unfortunate situation for everyone. If the marriage cannot be consummated, then it must be dissolved so Aldreda can be free to marry another, and Ivar is free to...well, free to do other things. This, sadly, also has implications for our trade agreement.”

“Of course,” Ragnar answered. He gestured to Ubbe. “Fortunately, my son Ubbe has a proposition. In order to maintain our agreement, Ubbe will marry your granddaughter and take Ivar’s place while Ivar returns with me to Kattegat. As you can see, Ubbe is handsome and in good health, and besides, he has many fine qualities.”

Aethelwulf raised an eyebrow. “Forgive my skepticism, but what fine qualities might your son possess? Because I seem to recall being told something similar the last time around.”

“Ah.” Ragnar scratched his head and regarded his son for a moment. “Well, I do not like to speak for him. In time, Ubbe will demonstrate to you his fine qualities. Of which he has many. I assure you.”

“No doubt,” Aethelwulf answered coldly, but Ecbert was already nodding and looking Ubbe up and down in approval.

“I find this to be a reasonable proposition,” Ecbert said at last.

Aethelwulf turned and looked at him in dismay. “Father, surely you cannot agree to this so hastily,” he protested. “Ivar and Aldreda have only been married for a little while, and though I understand your concerns, they are young and there is plenty of time for them to consummate the marriage. It would be less disruptive to simply wait, rather than rushing into things again.”

Ecbert let out a low chuckle. “Why, and here I thought you despised the boy!”

Aethelwulf reddened. “I admit I did not approve of this marriage at the beginning. But I believe Ivar means to do right by my daughter, and it is only fair to give him and Aldreda that chance.”

“Ivar attempted to run away,” Ecbert reminded him. “He suborned a priest and stole your late wife’s necklace in the process. This happened two nights ago.”

“Well, yes, but…”

Ragnar stared at both of them. “I’m sorry, Ivar did what?”

Ecbert waved his hand. “Oh, it’s a long story; I’ll tell you later. The boy was not harmed, I can assure you of that.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully for a moment. “But to return to your proposal, I must say that Aethelwulf has a point. The circumstances that led to my granddaughter’s marriage to your son Ivar were very rushed. I blame myself for this. We were simply carried away by our shared enthusiasm, and this regrettable situation might have been avoided if we had been more deliberate. But now we have the chance to do things properly.”

Ragnar glanced at Ubbe, who was looking back and forth between Ecbert and Aethelwulf with a confused look on his face. “They are agreeable for the most part; otherwise, we’d be sitting in chains in the dungeon right now,” he murmured in Norse to his son. He turned back to Ecbert and smiled. “Yes. Everything shall be done properly,” he agreed. “So long as it is done.”

Aethelwulf drummed his fingers on the table irritably. “I am still of the opinion that Aldreda and Ivar should have more time to work things out between them, but I know my opinion means little in this company. However, before things proceed further, I must insist that certain conditions be met.”

“Reasonable conditions, my son,” Ecbert murmured. “We are all reasonable men here.”

Aethelwulf glared at him. “Eminently reasonable. My lord king.” He turned back to Ragnar and Ubbe. “First, if your son Ubbe is to marry Aldreda, she must find him an acceptable match. I do not wish to see her dragged unwillingly to the altar for the second time in less than two months. My other condition is that I require Ubbe to be baptized before the marriage can proceed.”

Ragnar looked at Ubbe and sighed. “He says his daughter must agree to the match, and that he wishes for you to become a Christian,” he explained.

To his surprise, Ubbe shrugged. “That is an understandable request,” he said. “Tell them I am willing to do it.”

“You’d renounce the gods?” Ragnar asked. “Some might call you a traitor. You’ll never be allowed to return to Kattegat.”

“Well, you were baptized before, weren’t you? The gods haven’t struck you down yet. Anyway, we must demonstrate to the Saxons that we are serious about the alliance.”

Ragnar gave a little sarcastic laugh. “Ah, poor Ubbe. Sacrificing yourself in order to marry a princess.”

That earned him a look of irritation from his son. “Just tell them, Father. We came all this way for a reason. Let’s not throw this opportunity away.”

“As you wish.” He turned to Ecbert and Aethelwulf. “My son agrees.”

Aethelwulf stared at him in dismay. “He...he agrees?”

The stunned look on Aethelwulf’s face almost made the entire trip worth it. Ragnar grinned. “Wonderful. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, perhaps you might introduce Ubbe to your daughter? I’d like to discuss our trade agreement with my good friend and ally King Ecbert. There are a few details I wish to refine��”

#vikings #ivar the boneless #fanfiction #fic: strange things can happen

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myglogic · 4 years ago

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Priceless | Bang Chan | 08

Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Pairing: rich kid! Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x female reader

Genre: Crime, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Word Count: 5k

Summary: After the Busan mission you and Chan are invited to a Christmas party but soon learn that something weird is going on.

Hello! This was actually supposed to be posted on Christmas but I somehow managed to upload it just now. Enjoy the little Christmas party in this chapter!

DISCLAIMER: Everything in this fanfic is fiction - that includes Chan’s fictional father who of course does not represent Chan’s real father! ♥

Chan was kissing you. In the middle of the drug deal plan. Instead of running away from his dad’s big ass bodyguards. What the hell was happening?!

Chan proceeded to put his hands on your cheeks and pressed himself closer to you. Your initial shock was over quickly and your whole body was reacting to the warmth that Chan’s lips were radiating. You then closed your eyes naturally and kissed him back with your hands grabbing his jacket.

Chan’s lips felt like how you would imagine what clouds would feel like. For a second you forgot that you were chased by Chan’s father and his bodyguards. You had no idea why Chan would decide to kiss you in a situation like this? But the weirdest thing was actually not the kiss. The kiss felt natural. You could feel Chan’s heartbeat as you put your hand on his chest. It was beating as quickly as your heart, maybe even faster.

It was like time was going slowly. As if you had all the time in the world. In reality, however, it wasn’t like that. You quickly realized that you were not kissing like a normal couple. You heard multiple footsteps that stopped right next to you.

“O-Oh!”, one of the bodyguards yelped in surprise. “Mr. Bang?”

Chan quickly stopped kissing you and moved away from you with a deep blush on his face. “Woah. Why are you here?”, Chan then said, his voice very shaky.

“Sir, we could ask you the same question?”, the bodyguard asked Chan. Then Kevin appeared behind the two bodyguards. “Yes, Chan. What were you doing?”, Kevin asked Chan suspiciously.

“It appears that they were… kissing.”, the other bodyguard explained to Chan’s father.

“Kissing?”, Kevin said with a confused expression on his face. “Like making out?”

Chan cleared his throat, still embarrassed. “I thought that Y/N and I could sneak out for some privacy, dad. If you understand me.”

“Oh!”, Kevin said, now understanding what his son meant. “Why didn’t you say so from the beginning?”

“Sorry, sir.”, you finally spoke out. “We thought that we would be alone here.”, you added. You finally understood why Chan kissed you. While you were still processing the kiss, Chan already had an excuse for why you were here.

“Chan, you could have gone to your room.”, Kevin said, acting like he actually cared.

“We were going to go back inside.”, Chan told him, scratching his head nervously.

“Ah, young people. You can never control yourselves.”, Kevin said in annoyance. “Well, I took what I needed from the car. Let’s go back.”, Kevin lied to you, giving you an excuse why he was there.

Everyone was a liar at that point. You somehow felt like a liar too. You lied that you were here to make out with Chan. Your brain was telling you that it was for the plan but your heart wanted to kiss him again. You tried to shut your heart up for the time being.

You all went back inside for the party. You had your information on the drug deal and you weren’t caught. Yet. You were thankful that Chan quickly figured out how to get away from the whole situation.

The gala didn’t last long after you went in and before you knew it, you were back at your hotel room alone with Chan. But the atmosphere between the two of you was awkward. Awkward was an understatement. You didn’t even talk. It was that bad.

Currently, you were sitting together in the living room area side by side, still processing the whole evening. You just witnessed a drug deal and kissed Chan. What the fuck.

“Uh…”, Chan finally spoke up. “I sent the video and everything we witnessed to Hyunjin.”, Chan told you awkwardly. He was sitting in front of his laptop that was on the small couch table. He had already changed out of his suit, wearing comfortable sweatpants. His hair was disheveled from all the times his hand went through his hair. Maybe, it happened while you were kissing him too.

“That’s… that’s good. We didn’t get caught.”, you said in an equally awkward tone as Chan.

“Yeah. Good work, partner.”, Chan said. He internally slapped himself. What the hell? Why did he say partner?!

“Heh. Yeah.”, you gave him a small smile.

Then silence fell upon you again. You were playing with the hem of your t-shirt, not looking at Chan. But this time the silence felt unbearable. You had to talk about it.

“Chan-“, you started.

“Y/N, we should-“, Chan said at the same time. Then you let out a laugh. “You talk first.”, Chan said, finally cracking a smile.

“No, you talk first!”, you told him.

“Oh, okay.”, Chan looked away for a second, clearing his throat. His cheeks had a subtle blush. “About the kiss… I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. That was the quickest thing that I came up with last minute.”

“No! I mean, uh, that was really smart. Because… everyone thinks we’re dating and stuff. Yeah. Your father didn’t suspect anything.”, you assured Chan that it was okay.

“Yes. And there weren’t any cameras down there, so he can’t check if we were really there.”, Chan told you, now looking at you.

“Yeah. That’s great. Okay. And don’t worry about the kiss, Chan.”, you said, moving closer to him on the couch. “It was just a kiss, right? It was for the plan. We can just forget about it.”, you said. It was as if your mouth was saying those words but your brain didn’t really process them.

Chan’s face fell for a second. “Right. Just a kiss.”, he agreed. Something in his tone didn’t seem to fit with the words that came out of his mouth. “We… should forget about it. You’re right.”, he said while trying not to sound disappointed.

On the inside, deep down you knew that you didn’t want to forget. You wanted to kiss him again. But right now, there were more important things than kissing him. Your relationship wouldn’t work out anyway. You had to make sure his father was caught and behind bars for the rest of his life. How could you look at Chan’s face again after exposing his father’s illegal business? Getting his father behind bars also meant that Chan would lose everything.

Now that you thought about it, your insides churned. Chan would lose everything, even his only family. And he was still here, helping you. You felt egotistic and selfish. It was for the best to not see him again after everything is over.

Chan closed his laptop and got up. “Okay, you go sleep now. We’re going back tomorrow and our flight is early so…”

You then gave him an annoyed look. “You mean you go to bed now and I sleep here on the comfy couch.”

Chan sighed in annoyance. “Y/N, we’re not discussing this. You take the bed.”, Chan said in a serious tone.

“Ooh, I’m so scared!”, you mocked him. “Okay. How about this… the bed is big enough for both of us. You just stay on your side.”, you suggested nervously. But you were right. The bed was very big and you had enough space. The thought of sleeping in the same bed with Chan did make you feel a little weird, especially after that kiss but you ignored that thought.

“Uh, are you sure? I don’t know…”, Chan said, his eyes wide from your suggestion.

“Yeah.”, you said, trying to sound as casual as possible even though you were freaking out on the inside.

“Uh, you are right. We’ll just stay away from each other and sleep comfortably. That’s alright.”, Chan agreed with you.

With that you went to bed both on your respective sides which meant as far away from each other as possible and your backs turned away from each other.

“Good night, Y/N.”, Chan whispered to you.

“Good night, Chan.”

The next morning, you knew you had slept well. The bed was a million times more comfortable than your own bed. You felt warm and safe. You slowly opened your eyes and noticed that you weren’t in the same position as when you fell asleep. Then your eyes drastically opened in shock as you noticed that you were in the middle of the bed. In Chan’s arms.

Chan was hugging you, no, he was practically glued to you. You were facing each other and his arms were around your body. You were so close that you could analyze every little feature on his face. You gasped quietly at your proximity but didn’t make a noise. You didn’t budge, you liked his smell and the warmth his body radiated. You decided that you would stay like this until he woke up.

You didn’t know why but it felt right lying here with him. You softly brushed a little strand of his hair away from his face. Your left hand then landed and his cheek with a subtle touch. With a tender touch you stroked his cheek. Chan didn’t move or open his eyes. You would be embarrassed if he woke up now. You couldn’t stay away from him.

Then realization hit you, right at that moment as you were lying in this big bed with Chan, admiring every little feature of his face. Your heart just sent you message and your breath hitched. You knew it. Your body was reacting to Chan every time. You understood now what you were trying to ignore for the longest time.

From the moment he offered to help you with your car until now.

You liked Chan. A lot. And there was no going back.

Out of the blue, you felt a hand covering yours. The hand that was on Chan’s cheek was now covered with Chan’s hand who just opened his eyes to look at you. “Good morning to you too, Y/N.”, Chan whispered with his morning voice.

Your eyes widened in shock and you tried to pull your hand away but Chan grasped your hand tightly. “Uh, good morning, Chan.”, you said, clearly embarrassed.

“I guess it didn’t work out… you know staying on our own sides.”, Chan then removed his hand from yours and moved away from you. You immediately felt cold and missed his touch.

You laughed awkwardly. “I guess you’re right.”, you said while trying to hide your red cheeks. “We should get up.”, you added.

Chan sighed, hiding his face in his pillow. “I could sleep ten more hours.”

“I know. Me too.”

You were thankful that Chan didn’t question you touching his face. Because it would have made things even more awkward than they already were. For now, you decided to bury your feelings towards Chan because you had to finish your plan. You needed to get your evidence to the police. That was it.

And your article seemed irrelevant to you at this moment. Chan still didn’t know about your job and you knew he would be disappointed if he found out that the only reason you approached him was because of your article. Of course, you didn’t completely lie to him. You did do this for your family and it was your number one priority. However, your number one priority back then was writing your article. You just wanted everyone to know that Kevin Bang was an asshole in reality and not “the generous soul”. You also wanted a promotion at work. Using Chan, you just wanted more information on Kevin as a person but not about serious crimes.

You never expected all of this to become a crime investigation. Back then, it was enough for you if everyone knew about Kevin’s real personality. You knew that you wouldn’t get your father’s restaurant back or the time you had lost with him. It was just the bad image you had wanted. Now that you found out about the serious crimes, you were hopeful that your father might get justice and compensation for everything he had lost.

Chan gave you hope. Not only you but to everyone who was hurt by his father. But with that Chan was losing everything. You didn’t want to publish the article anymore. Of course, the press would be involved but you didn’t want your name on the first page article of your company’s newspaper. This was more than just a bad reputation and a promotion at work. One day you would have to tell Chan the truth and you were dreading that day.

♥

You were still working on your article, even if it wasn’t wholeheartedly. After heading back home from Busan things were still pretty awkward between you and Chan. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you definitely crossed the line after sharing a bed with him. You still tried to hide your feelings towards him but it was getting harder and harder every single day.

With the drug deal information, Hyunjin managed to find more information about other drug deals too that involved Chan’s father. Chan wanted to wait a little and he wanted to ask his friend Changbin who was actually a police officer and one of Chan’s best friends.

You knew that leaking this information could and probably would end Kevin’s career for at least a few years. It seemed like you would part your ways with Chan soon. But first, you had decided to invite him to the Christmas party that orphanage you volunteered at threw. Actually, it was the orphanage that was bought by Chan’s father and where a hotel would stand on soon.

You did want to show Chan what kind of damage his father did but also wanted to celebrate their last Christmas together. You also invited him because you wanted to spend your last few days with him before the drug scandal would be published for good. You still didn’t finish the article and you wanted to wait for the right moment.

Your gut was telling you to not write and publish it yet. So, you listened to it. Currently, you were at work with Minho and he still wanted to read the draft of your article but you didn’t let him. Minho walked over to your desk with an apple in his hand. “Y/N, are you doing this because you are friends with Chan?”

Your eyes widened a little but you let out a nervous laugh. “Minho, you know I use him for my article. Why are you thinking that?”

“Okay, you can stop lying to me now. You went to Busan with him for some reason. You told me it was for work and I believe. I just don’t believe that Chan has nothing to do with the article.”, Minho concluded, taking a bite out of this apple.

You sighed. Would it make sense to tell Minho the truth? You did trust him and he had faith in you when it came to your article even when everyone told you that it was a crazy idea. “Okay. Chan doesn’t know about me being a journalist. That means he also doesn’t know about the article. But he does work with me because Chan’s father did something bad to my family…”, you started explaining the whole situation to Minho. You told him about how your family lost the restaurant but you did leave out the whole drug deal thing in Busan. His facial expression changed from confused to surprised to angry.

“Woah… He did that to your family?”, Minho asked, not believing his own ears.

“Yes. And that is also what Chan knows. He thinks I do this only for my family.”, you started but let out a loud sigh. “At first, it was for my article but right now… Knowing that I could actually get justice for my family is making me not care about the article. Honestly? I really don’t want to publish this for Chan’s sake for now… but if I want justice it would feel like I would throw Chan under the bus.”

Minho let out a low whistle. “Woah. Look, I did hear some things about Kevin Bang but closing up your family’s restaurant? That is tough. I think it’s admirable that Chan wants to help you.”

“But he can lose everything! Yet, he still helps me. What am I doing? I am lying about my job. He will hate if he finds out who I really am and why I approached him in the first place.”, you hid your face in your hands, trying to calm yourself down a little.

Minho kneeled in front of you and put his hands around your wrists to lower your hands from your face. “Look at me, Y/N. I bet that you will find a solution for this.”, he assured you, cracking a small smile. “You must really like Chan, huh?”

Your cheeks flushed a little. “No!”, you denied.

“You are a terrible liar, Y/N.”, Minho laughed. He laughed but there was something in his laugh that you couldn’t quite decipher. “Don’t worry. I will not tell anyone about the whole thing. You do your work and when you’re ready to show me, we can have a look at it together.”

You gave him a warm smile. “Thank you, Minho. I really appreciate it. You’re the best.”

“I know.”

♥

The earlier mentioned Christmas party was happening today, you were sitting in Chan’s car and were on your way to there.

“So, these kids will be split up and sent to other orphanages because my father wants to build a hotel there?”, Chan asked once again, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

You nodded. “That’s why I’m trying to help as much as I can. These kids want to spend their last Christmas together with a nice party and I thought you would want to come.”, you said, looking away. You weren’t exactly planning on inviting him but you wanted to. Until now Chan didn’t see anyone except you who was affected by his father’s actions. You felt like he needed to see it (and for you own selfish reasons, you did want to spend the evening with him too, but you do not talk about that).

“Thank you for inviting me. I bet the kids are really cute too.”, Chan said giving you a smile. After the whole Busan ordeal, you just avoided the topic of love and kissing him. It seemed to work because Chan wasn’t addressing it either.

You didn’t know if this was relieving or even more confusing but you tried not to think about it too much. “Yes, they really are. I bet the girls will like you.”, you smirked and Chan laughed along.

You arrived at the orphanage and went inside. Chan was so generous, he had bought an entire bag full of gifts for the kids. You were carrying the wrapped gifts inside as you met Seungmin. Seungmin was one of the guys who volunteered here as well.

“Y/N, hi!”, Seungmin said enthusiastically and walked up to you to hug you.

Chan’s eyes widened for a second. Was he seriously going to hug you when he was there? It’s not like Chan could do anything about it but he was kind of jealous. Why didn’t you hug him whenever you greeted each other?

You were opening up your arms to hug Seungmin but before anything could happen you felt a pair of arms wrap around your legs. You looked down to find Minhyuk, a little boy who was here since you started working at the orphanage.

“Seungminnie, I will hug, Y/N!”, he said, showing his tongue to Seungmin while tightly hugging you. You kneeled to hug him too.

“Oh, Minhyuk! Sorry, I knew I had to hug you first.”, you laughed and hugged him too. Minhyuk then pulled you towards the other kids. You gave Chan an apologetic look as you talked to the other kids.

Chan was relieved to see you hugging a little kid instead. Seungmin moved to stand next to Chan. “You must be… Chan.”, Seungmin said, with a taste of disapproval.

“Look, I know what you’re thinking. I didn’t do this.”, Chan said. His father did this. Not him.

“I know. It just surprised me that a rich guy like you would spend his Christmas here.”, Seungmin said as he watched you play with the kids.

“Ah… we don’t really celebrate at home anyway, so why not.”, Chan explained to Seungmin.

“It’s because of Y/N, right?”, Seungmin smirked a little as he gave Chan a knowing look.

Chan didn’t want to deny it. “Let’s say, she is the main reason why I’m here.”, Chan smiled back at him.

“Oh, Y/N! And you brought along your boyfriend too!”, an elderly woman who also worked here came out of another room. She pulled you and Chan in her arms to hug you. “Young man, my name is Eunja! Nice to meet you!”

“Boyfriend?!”, Minhyuk said with wide eyes, feeling betrayed. “But Y/N, you said you would marry me!”

Chan laughed as he looked at you. “Wait, he’s not my boyfriend!”, you said, mainly to Eunja. Minhyuk gave Chan a dirty look and went on to play with the other kids.

“Looks like you broke little Minhyuk’s heart, Y/N.”, Eunja said while laughing, “Feel at home. Drink, eat and have fun!”, Eunja said and went back to the kitchen where she baked some cookies with some of the kids.

Chan then laughed again. “You didn’t tell me that you were going to marry a child.”

“Yeah, he has a crush on me ever since I first started volunteering here.”, you told him as you looked at sad Minhyuk.

Chan sat down in a corner with you and then sighed. “These kids seem to have fun here.”

“An orphanage isn’t really a place to have fun in. It’s just… this is a small orphanage, there are roughly 15 kids here and they are a family in a way. It’s a new adjustment for them to completely move away.”, you explained to Chan.

“It just makes me sad that my dad did this. I can’t do anything about it.”, Chan sighed as he looked at his hands. Chan was playing around with the ring on his finger.

You then put your hand on his. “Chan, you need to stop blaming yourself for things you cannot control. I hope I don’t need to tell you again that you are not your father.”, you assured him and squeezed his hand.

Minhyuk was watching you and gave Chan another dirty look. Chan had to smile. “Thank you, Y/N. But maybe you shouldn’t stay here with me for too long. I might not make it out alive if Minhyuk continues to look at me like that.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll go now.”, you said and walked over to Minhyuk.

Chan was sitting there for a few minutes when a little girl approached him and pulled his jacket to get his attention. “Sir?”, she asked politely.

“Yes?”, he looked down at her.

Her little blue dress was making her brown eyes stand out more. “I miss my sister.”, she said with tears brimming in her eyes.

“Where is your sister?”, Chan asked innocently, still a little confused.

“I don’t know… She just left.”, she said while wiping away her tears.

“Why don’t I ask the adults later? I bet we can find her.”, Chan told her and she just nodded and left him standing there.

Chan was a little confused. She was probably just scared. Some kids get scared like that whenever they don’t see their family. Her sister was probably in another room.

The party went on like that, very cheery. Chan joined the kids and the little girls loved him. You and Chan played together with the kids and Minhyuk was still glaring at Chan. Chan still had fun even though Minhyuk seemed to hate him. Then you ate together and even prayed together for a better future.

Chan then brought the gifts inside and the kids were screaming with excitement. You could see the excitement in their eyes and they absolutely adored Chan after that. While watching Chan you thought about him as a father. He would make a great dad. You asked yourself who the lucky girl would be. The lucky girl who would get to marry Chan.

Chan now stood next to after the kids opened up their gifts. “You’re a great guy, Chan. Look how happy they are.”, you told him while trying to hold back your tears. “Even though I wasn’t an orphan, I didn’t have opportunities get toys like that a lot.”

“I try to help too.”, Chan said and turned to you. “You should be proud of yourself. You are helping these kids more than the toys I bought them.”, he assured you and put his hands on your shoulders. “You listen to them and spend time with them. You give them love. And you know what? I had all the toys I wanted but not love.”

“I guess we both missed out on some stuff.”, you concluded with a warm smile.

You then heard a giggle behind you. With a bewildered look you turned around to find Minji, a 12-year old. “What are you giggling about?”, you asked her.

Her cheeks reddened a little. “Well, you two are standing under a mistletoe.”

“Huh?”, you said and looked up to actually see a mistletoe. Chan’s eyes widened and you could see a blush creeping up on his face.

“You have to kiss now.”, Minji said, giggling once again.

“No, we don’t have to do that, Minji.”, you said, panicking a little.

“Y/N, we really don’t have to do that. Let’s just leave quietly.”

“KISS!”, Minji said loudly. “It’s tradition! They are standing under a mistletoe!”

“Minji!”, you said, your eyes wide.

Now most of the kids assembled around you and urged you to kiss. Except for Minhyuk. “Ew, why would you do that?!”, Minhyuk shouted. He wasn’t loud enough because the other kids were louder.

Chan then turned to you and put his hand on your waist. “It’s just a small kiss… and tradition.”, Chan said quietly. You felt your heart beating out of your chest.

Your cheeks were burning as you quietly nodded. “Yeah… I mean… the kids will leave us alone after this.”

He nodded as he moved closer to you, slowly. You then moved forward and pressed your lips to his. Chan was moving too slowly for you so you did the first step this time. You put your hands on his cheeks while moving your lips. It was the second time you had kissed him but this time was different. The last kiss was rushed and you were definitely not prepared. This kiss was slower and sweeter. Chan was pressing your closer to him but then quickly separated because kids were watching.

“Yay! They did it!”, Minji said, satisfied with her work. The kids cheered and then went back to what they were doing.

Chan’s hands were still on your waist but he let go of you. “Uh… that was nice, I guess?”

“Uh, yeah. It was.”, you said, agreeing with him awkwardly. When would this stop? The awkwardness!

Eunja walked up to you with mischievous look on her face. “Sorry about that. The kids can be persuasive if they want to!”

“I can see that.”, Chan said with a smile on his face.

Chan seemed more relaxed than you. Did he like the kiss? Maybe. Then something caught his eye. It was the little girl who was searching her sister. “Eunja… This little girl was crying about missing her sister. Where is her sister?”, Chan decided to Eunja who was leading the orphanage.

“Oh, she is just overdramatic. Her sister already moved to another orphanage. We couldn’t send her yet.”, Eunja said a little too fast. “I should bring her to bed.”, she then walked away.

“That was… weird.”, Chan said, baffled. “Y/N, do you know her sister?”

“That little girl is Sara and her sister is Hailey. They are actually Korean American but they lost their parents due to a car accident.”, you explained it to Chan. “Actually, Hailey was supposed to be out of the system in two months, her 18th birthday was coming up.”, you said, looking weirdly at Chan.

Seungmin overheard your conversation. “Hey guys, the party is ending anyway, let’s go outside for a bit.”

The three of you went outside and Seungmin gave you a worried look. “About Hailey. I kind of heard you talking about her.”

“Did you find it as weird as me? The way Eunja acted?”, Chan said, still thinking about Sara.

Seungmin nodded. “The weirdest thing is… Sara and Hailey were supposed to go together to the new orphanage. But since Sara is only 5, they said it’s better if the older kids go first. That includes Tiffany, Jisoo, Hailey, and Soojin.”, Seungmin told you. “You weren’t here the past two weeks, Y/N but I never saw these four girls leave.”

“What?!”, you gasped. “What do you mean?”

“All four of them are leaving the system this year. They are all turning 18 and now they apparently left to other orphanages. But I did not find any records. Nothing. Eunja said that she sent the records to the new orphanages but I don’t believe anything she says. I also didn’t find anything about the new orphanages they were sent to.”, Seungmin angrily said. “Something happened to these girls, I know it.”

“You never saw them leave… They disappeared and Sara has no idea where her sister is. This is strange. You know what? I will ask my friend who is a cop about this. Maybe, he can show us the record for missing kids. They might be on that list.”, Chan was stomping around angrily. Suddenly the kiss from earlier was forgotten. The awkwardness was gone.

“That’s the thing. These kids have no families. Nobody will search for them.”, Seungmin said as he looked at Chan. “I thought that I should tell you. Your father did buy the buy the property. You should keep an eye out.”, Seungmin warned you. “I will let you know if I find out anything, alright?”

“Thank you for telling us. Something is fishy here and I will find out.”, you told him with confidence. “Chan and I are a great team.”, you said, giving him a warm smile which he returned.

Something big was going here and you were sure it had something to do with Chan’s father. And you were going to find out. It looked like your journey with Chan was not over yet.

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hypnofur1 · 4 years ago

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Influencing the Influencer

By Hypnofur

“I have to say, I am loving retirement. This is my first year of being retired and it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Everyone should retire at 36!” Dan joked into the microphone. The two radio guys laughed harder than they should have. While Dan knew that regular people couldn’t retire at 36, he wasn’t joking about loving retirement. He had been playing football since second grade. He enjoyed a 15 year career in the NFL. 13 of those years were in Cincinnati, but the last two were in Kansas City… where a SuperBowl was won in his last season.

Being part of a Super Bowl team, even as a backup like Dan was by the end of his career, makes you royalty in that city for the rest of time. Heck, ask the ’85 Bears about that. Especially in cities that love their team as much as KC. Dan always wanted to win one for Cincy, the city that he truly identified as home now, but that was never even close to being in the cards.

However, Dan was the only high profile guy from the Super Bowl team to retire after the big win. The rest of the guys pretty much stayed on the team, and were in the Super Bowl again this year. As such, all the KC radio and media people were desperate for a “Chiefs Insider” to talk to. Dan was flown down to Tampa for the week to do radio, tv, etc. He was considering a career in broadcasting, so this all-expense paid trip was a nice little trial run. The only downside of it, was that Casey didn’t come with him.

Dan’s wife was going to go to Tampa with him, and make a ton of Instagram videos and posts from Tampa. She was incredibly excited about it, as was the social media company that employed her to do all these blogs. Her sweetness, honesty, great style, and knockout natural beauty was evident to anyone who saw her, whether in real life or on a screen. She had sort of become “Cincy’s Sweetheart” over the years, so when influencers became a thing, she was in high demand. The Tampa vlogs were likely going to set records for likes. However, Dan’s mom broke her ankle in a fall the week before.

Casey insisted she stay home to help Dan’s mom. This is why Dan was head over heels for her. Yes, she was gorgeous. But she was also the sweetest, most wonderful wife in the world. While all the other players would have girlfriends and hook ups in each city, Dan never did. He was completely and utterly faithful to Casey.

With all this said, while Casey didn’t go to Tampa, she had to vlog about something. Trips to Dan’s Mom’s house during the day to help her out wouldn’t make good content. Such was the topic of conversation as the couple chatted on the phone Friday morning.

“So did you find anything to vlog about?” Dan asked.

“Ugh, I think so. They really want us to push groupon experience things. They gave DeAndra groupon passes to a comedy show, so we are going to do that.” Casey told her husband. She meant to sound a bit more cheery as she did so. She was trying so hard to not show her disappointment over not being in Tampa. She didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“Oh yeah, is Darnell going? If the dude is funny, the sound of Darnell’s laugh when he gets roaring is the only thing anyone in that place is going to hear! Hopefully the dude doesn’t make Bengals jokes. Darnell will get up on that stage!” Dan laughed, as did Casey.

“Did you drink tons of water last night?” Casey asked. She was always concerned about him.

“Hahah. I did. A whole river. I’m doing good. Three more days babe, then I am home to you. I miss you so much.” Dan said, very truthfully.

“Me too. I’ll tell DeAndra and Darnell you said hi” she smiled as she hung up.

Dan missed her terribly, but he was at least pleased that he’d have her vlog to watch later that night. He loved watching those. However, it was Friday night of Super Bowl week. Dan had a whirlwind day. He was treated like a Chiefs Legend because he was wearing that Super Bowl ring. He even got invited to a dinner with Joe Montana! He couldn’t pass that up. Dinner was great. Drinks were had, and not enough water was consumed. Dan passed out when he got back to the hotel.

It was late the next morning when Dan finally awoke. He realized that he had missed Casey’s Instagram vlog. He was surprised he didn’t have a text about that from her. He checked her Insta page. There wasn’t one from last night. That was really odd. He started to get a little nervous.

He texted her. “Hi, you ok? No vlog from last night?”

Fortunately, he got an immediate return text “Just filmed it this morning. Posting now J”

That put him at ease. He took a quick shower, and then grabbed his phone to see his beautiful wife’s angelic face. She was in her car. For some reason, that’s where people filmed themselves. Dan never understood why that was a thing.

“Hey guys, its Casey! Hope you are all having a great weekend! I know it is Super Bowl weekend, and that is super exciting for tomorrow! But, I wanted to tell you guys about a great experience me and my friends had thanks to groupon last night! My hubby is out of town, and I was feeling kind of sad, but then my friends called and said they had a groupon for an awesome experience. Totally changed the course of my weekend!

So we went to Funny Bone at Liberty Center, which is such a cute place! Anyway, my friend DeAndra told me the comedian was actually a stage hypnotist named Arnold Denton, aka The Amazing Hypno-natti. When I heard hypnotist, I was freaking out! Oh, and yeah, I found the name ‘Hypno-natti’ lame as well, but trust me guys, he is soooooo amazing!

So anyway guys, when we got in, I decided to put my fear aside and volunteer. Seriously guys, it was one of the craziest experiences I’ve ever had. Before we were even brought up on stage, we had to sign a waiver that basically said the hypnotist is not responsible for any injuries that may occur and all that other fun legal stuff. Guys, believe me when I tell you that I cannot recall a moment in my in my life that I was more nervous when I was up on that stage. The hypnotist explained to us, and the rest of the audience, that what we were about to experience was extremely different. Some of us would remember exactly what happened, and some of us wouldn’t. In total, there were probably about like twenty five of us lined up in front of the stage and the audience was told to be completely silent.

Right before we began, the hypnotist told us that we would be “under” for about a half an hour, but our bodies would react as if it had been asleep for 8 hours. So crazy! From what I can remember, it went a little like this:

We were told to sit down and just relax. With our eyes closed, we were told that we should feel this ‘energy of relaxation’ that would begin to pool at our feet and then work its way up to our body. All the while, there was this really strange music that was playing and the hypnotist was talking to us. After about 5 minutes he had us open our eyes and raise our arms horizontally and lock our fingers together so that we made a ball with our fists. At this point, we are still not under, so we were all aware of our surroundings and what not. Next thing I know, Hypno-natti is coming straight down the line and thrusting our hands down into our laps and pushing our heads down onto the shoulder of the person sitting to our left. It was about my turn and the last thing I can remember about this part is him yelling “Sleep!”

After the whole intro, we woke up and he was kind of pacing the stage and the audience was giggling and stuff and I can remember being super confused. I seriously thought that the show ended and I was actually asleep the whole time. As he was pacing, he was just casually talking to the audience and then he said “spark” (what I now know is a “trigger word”) and just like that it felt as though the wrath of God had come through the leg of the chair I was sitting in and electrocuted me in the butt! It hurt so bad; not like a long pain, but just like a jolt of electricity. I stood up so fast and everybody in the place was just rolling! I looked around and it was just me and another guy standing and grabbing our butts. He did this a couple more times and then triggered some of the other people and the whole time I just remember being super confused. At one point, I remember crying, because I had fallen deeply, madly in love with him, and he was dancing with someone else. It was soo crazy guys! Long story short, the hypnotist basiscally made us his personal puppets and we were slightly embarrassed, but it was all in good fun. My friends and I totally laughed about it all night after. It was a great experience that was all made possible through groupon!! Swipe up and see what other fun experiences they can save you a ton on. Luv you guys!!!” She concluded with a kiss of her fingers then the peace sign.

Dan loved to see her and hear her voice. He was wishing it wasn’t 48 full hours until he’d get to see her again. But it was. Those 48 hours went quickly at least. Frankly, it was a whirlwind. By the time he walked in the door of his spacious Cincinnati home Monday morning, he was exhausted – but so glad to hug, squeeze, and kiss his gorgeous brunette wife.

“Tell me everything!!” Casey said as she put some coffee on. She could tell by his face that he needed it.

Dan laughed as he admitted he exhausted. It had been quite a week of late night dinners, Super Bowl parties, and media work. It was terrific, but it wiped him out. However, he happily launched into his diatribe. He told her about all the radio shows he went on, and how he even did a couple TV spots. Casey squealed when he told her that he plugged her vlogs on all the local Cincinnati shows.

“ooooh My big media mogul!” Casey flirted. Her big brown eyes gazing into Dan’s. Then her phone beeped with a text, which was a constant occurrence. She grabbed it and checked the text. It was at this point that her expression changed. She became completely focused on the phone. It was like she suddenly forgot Dan was there.

“Who’s that?” Dan asked, realizing this was strange. Was someone hurt? Was something wrong? Casey didn’t answer. She just typed a couple things on her phone, and then walked upstairs, not even addressing Dan as she left. Dan found this very strange, but he also had to pee really bad. He figured he’d see what the deal was, but had to handle that situation briefly before anything else.

Much to his shock, by the time he got up to the bedroom, Casey was naked and wearing headphones. She was sprawled out on their bed, reclining in a mound of fur pillows. Naked and eyes closed with her blue bullet vibrator that they had bought as a sexy toy at their anniversary. Dan understandably figured that this was a “welcome home” sex game. He found himself immediately getting hard.

"I’m going deeper and deeper." Casey said quietly. Dan assumed she was talking about the vibrator going into her pussy. This was unusual sex talk from her, but he was still into it.

She moans, "Going deeper and deeper. I am deeply hypnotized. "

Dan was stunned. She was sooooooo freaking sexy with a nipple in one hand and that toy teasing the other one. But what did she say? Did she say hypnotized?

“Deeply hypnotized and deep under your control.” She whispers.

Dan heard that and got more concerned, but then couldn’t help but notice that he sound of the vibrator changed! She had turned up the setting. Soon, she was pinching her breasts and her hips are starting to rock slowly. She was moaning and purring. Dan was so hard he couldn’t think straight.

Casey turned the toy up to level 3; as fast as it goes. The next 4 settings are just various combinations of the 3 vibration speeds. Her hips were moving faster, her breasts were bouncing and she was having a hard time keeping the toy on her clit. Her teeth were clenched and she could feel the orgasm start to creep over her skin. . Her chest was heaving as she changed the setting on the toy again.

Slow, Slow, Slow, medium, medium, medium, fast, fast, fast

With hypnotic words and commands being fed into her mind, the orgasm raced up her torso and arched her body off the bed. Her neck muscles tightened and her eyes pinched shut as she screamed out loud and held the toy in place right on top of her clit.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOhHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I server Master Hypno-natti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I belong to Master Hypno-natti!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOHHHHMYGODMASTERRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shock from Dan.

Awe from Dan.

Lust from Dan.

Fear from Dan.

Anger from Dan… and anger won.

He grabbed the headphones and ripped them off her. He yelled right into the microphone. “This is her husband, you sick fuck! Stay the fuck away from us, or I’ll rip your motherfucking arms off!!!!”

There was a click, and Dan knew that the person on the other end of that phone was gone. He turned his attention to Casey, who was now glistening with sweat, and still breathing heavy.

“Cay – Cay, wake up babe. Cay” he said, shaking his wife.

She eventually stirred, opened her big brown eyes and stared back at her husband. “Dan, what’s going on?” she asked.

“This is going to sound nuts, babe. But I think the hypnotist from the other night, like triggered you into masturbating for him on the phone.” Dan explained carefully. He wasn’t sure how his Catholic, surprisingly conservative wife would handle this manipulation.

He watched her face as the realization of what happened washed over her. He held his breath as he expected the tears to start rolling. Instead, she looked at him wide eyed. Then her beautiful big brown eyes slowly went down to his crotch.

“I missed you” she whispered, as she stared at her husband’s erection.

Confusion from Dan.

Fear from Dan.

Love from Dan.

Lust from Dan… and lust won.

He went down and made love to his wife. They kissed passionately, like the reunited lovers they were. Dan couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on. He couldn’t wait any longer, and inserted himself right into his wife’s already very wet pussy. He glided right in. He didn’t last long in there. Within 30 seconds, he had finished. Casey giggled and gave him a loving hug. He crashed on to the bed beside her. Planning to only take a minute to catch his breath and then have a talk with his wife about the whole hypnotist thing, Dan accidentally fell sound asleep. The crazy week of the Super Bowl was just too much. He was out like a light, he didn’t even hear Casey get a text...

Dan slept for a good two and a half hours. He woke up to Casey lovingly rubbing his back.

“Hey babe, if you sleep too long, you won’t be able to get to sleep tonight. Your schedule will be all wacky.” She said lovingly. He knew she was right. She was always taking care of him.

Dan turned around in the bed and smiled at his beautiful wife. She had gotten freshened up, her clothes were back on and she was all together. God, she was so beautiful. Like a brunette angel.

“Hey, try this” she said, handing Dan a cup of tea. “It is a new chamomile tea they want us to vlog about. It’s actually reeaalllly good!” Casey said excitedly. Dan took the tea and tried it. He wasn’t a tea guy, but… anything for Casey.

“Hey, look babe, we have to talk about that Hypno-natti guy. I think he’s like still playing with your head” Dan said. He had always been direct. “When I came upstairs, you were on the phone with him I think, and you were, you know…”

“Playing with myself?” Casey said with a devilish, but so cute grin. She didn’t usually say things like that.

“Yeah” Dan said, surprised she said that out loud. He felt his dick stir a bit.

“Seriously babe, you are going to love that tea” Casey encouraged. Dan took another sip. It was pretty good.

“So, that was hot to see, I’ll admit, but you can’t have some guy like… controlling you to do sex stuff” Dan said, surprised he needed to map it out to her to this point.

Casey nodded. Then she looked at the bed sheet starting to tent around Dan’s groin. She laughed. “Well well, me thinks he doth protest too much” she teased. “OMG, I forgot to tell you. I saw the BEST movie on HBO Max when you were gone!” she said exuberantly.

“HBO Max? Babe, we should really deal with this hypnotist thing.” Dan said, what the hell was going on? His head was feeling a bit tingly. Boy, he must still be tired.

“I know Dan, and we will. I’m sorry, I have just missed you soo much. I saw this movie, and it was like, really sexy. And I can see that you are, you know… turned on right now” she said as she gently stroked his growing hard on.

“We can deal with this hypno stuff later. But right now, I am in the mood, and you are in the mood, and I want to show you the sexiest things I’ve ever seen on screen. Finish your tea and we can check this out” Casey said as she leaned into a sensual kiss with her husband.

Dan was a very smart man. He went to Notre Dame. He knew something was seriously fucked up here. But he was a MAN. And the curiosity of what kind of movie could have been so hot that it got her acting like this was just too curious for him to ignore. Against his better judgement, he let his beautiful wife lead him to their home theater room. He felt his head spin as he stood up from the bed.

“Take a seat in the middle” Casey directed with another long sensual kiss before turning on the surround sound and the media player. Dan’s eyes were glued to her. She was walking around such sexy confidence. He had never seen her like this. What the hell was in this movie???

Satisfied that the AV system was on and playing, Casey sat down in the large velvet chair next to her husband’s. The giant screen was black for a while, and Dan noticed that there was a humming coming from the speakers. The humming was vibrating through this very core. It felt… warm? Was that right? Soon there was a black and white spiral on the screen. What kind of HBO Max thing is this? Dan thought. Then he remembered the hypnotist. Wait, what the fuck? He went to protest, but he was becoming enthralled by the whirling spiral that had become the only thing in the room. He could feel it hypnotizing him, warm waves of relaxation moving out from it into his opening mind. Hypnotizing him. Hypnotizing Casey. Hypnotizing them with the way it spun around and around, always going deeper.

This was how it felt to be hypnotized? Dan thought to himself. He never could have dreamed how nice it was. How good it felt to be under hypnosis, under hypnotic control. He knew who the voice belonged to now, that it was Hypno-natti talking to them as they watched in a deep hypnotic state. Hypno-natti was amazing! Sooo amazing. Hypno-natti was the master of the fascinating, hypnotic spiral that controlled their minds.. He was telling them that it was time to submit their entire mind and body now, to go into a trance.

Dan knew he didn’t want to do that, but he felt a deep desire to obey, an overwhelming urge to submit. Pleasing Hypno-natti was most important. To go into a trance for Hypno-natti. Hypno-naitti’s voice was telling them to prepare to surrender totally to his hypnotic power. The spiral was turning faster now. Dan felt all his thoughts begin to move down into it. He could feel the intense hypnotic influence reaching out for his mind and he couldn’t help but submit. Faster and faster, round and round. He was falling into it. Falling faster and faster. She could see only an endless spiral in front of him now, a deep whirling tunnel that pulled him in as he stared into it. Hypno-natti’s voice was controlling their thoughts, hypnotizing them into total obedience.. There was only the spiral. And the voice. The whirling spiral. The soothing voice. Hypno-natti’s voice. Their master. Dan knew he must obey. Casey knew she must obey her master. They were hypnotized, so deeply and completely.

Next thing Dan knew, he was somehow in the foyer. When had he left the theater room? There was a knock at the door. He answered. There was a small scrawny guy about 10 years older than him standing in the doorway.

“Can I help you?” Dan asked, his head still cloudy.

“I’m the Amazing Hypno-natti” the man said. His majestic voice now very familiar to the former NFL start. “Invite me in” he commanded.

“Please, come in” Dan said immediately, stepping out of the way.

Casey had entered the foyer when she heard the knock. When she saw Hypno-natti, she was immediately overcome with desire. He was soooo sexy. The sexiest man ever born. She immediately felt her pussy moisten and her nipples get sensitive. She flirtatiously played with her hair and smiled at him.

“Hello my darling Casey” he said as he took her in. She was so incredibly beautiful with her gorgeous brunette hair, big brown eyes, and perfect trim figure.

Dan knew this wasn’t right. He could sense the attraction between them. What the hell? She was his wife. “Look buddy, I-”

“Dan, go into trance” Hypno-natti said authoritatively. Dan said nothing, but his hands fell to his sides.

“Casey, I am your Master. You desire me above anything else.” Hypno-natti said, feeling very confident that both parties in the couple were completely under his hypnotic sway.

He moved into Casey, kissing her neck gently. She was too lost in him to look over at her husband, who was still still standing next to her with a glazed, entranced look in his eyes.

At Hypno-natti’s direction, the three went upstairs to the bedroom. At this point, the hypnotist commanded Dan. "Take off your wife’s pants and panties”.

Dan rose to action slowly. "Yes, Sir," he said in a soft, deferential voice as he knelt in front of her and pulled down the black yoga pants and little satin panties that were meant for his homecoming.

“Lay her on the bed” Hypno-natti said as he took off his own pants. Dan complied and then went to stand up against the wall when instructed to do so. All this, despite the 10 or so inches of height and almost 150lbs of muscle that Dan had on the hypnotist.

Hypno-natti descended upon her, his face directly in front of hers. His eyes boring into her own. "Submit to my influence, Casey. Submit to my hypnotic power. Submit to Hypno-natti. Submit to hypnosis” he said as he again rhythmically put his cock against her body.

"Very, very good, Casey. You're blissfully floating, deeply in my erotic thrall, open to all my commands. Feeling so wonderful as you obey me. Realizing now that nothing seems important but obeying me, because it feels so wonderful, so sexual. You want the sexy feeling of obeying me, don't you, Casey?"

"Yes. I want to obey." She repeated happily, lost in lust.

"Very good Casey. The more obedient you are, the more wonderful you will feel. Only pleasing me matters now, nothing else. All you want now is the wonderful, sexual, floating feeling of obeying my voice. All you want is to be deeply under my control and to obey me. Tell me now what you want, Casey."

"Deeply under your control. Obey you."

"Do you want me inside you?" he asked the hypnotized wife.

"Yes!" Casey answered, no longer caring for her dignity, her marriage, or for anything but the prospect of being ravished by her master.

The man poked the head of his penis against her quivering opening, slight hip movements just threatening to penetrate her, but not quite.

"Tell your husband how badly you want me to fuck you."

Casey shut her eyes, ashamed of the words she knew she had to offer. "I want him to fuck me!" she offered to the room.

The man pushed her head to the side, making her stare at her husband, still standing against the wall, his penis slowly inching its way to a semi-erection with the spectacle. "Say, 'Dan, I need Hypno-natti’s hypnotic dick inside me.'"

"Honey!" she mustered. Pausing, unbelieving of her own abandon. "I need Hypno-natti’s hypnotic big dick inside me! I neeeed it!!"

With one sharp thrust, the man invaded her with the full length of his modest cock, and Casey cried out in surrender at the explosion of pleasure. He brought his face down to hers, leaning in as if to kiss her, his breath hot on her face, and slowly slid his dick out, his rock-hard shaft grinding against her achingly swollen G-spot. As she raised her lips to accommodate him, he pulled his face away teasingly and thrust himself violently into her again, eliciting another loud pre-orgasmic cry. For what seemed like an eternity, they kept up this erotic dance of desire and denial, his hands caressing her hair, the almost gentle play of his face so close to hers contrasting exquisitely with the force of his thrusts. Finally, he brought his lips to meet hers and kissed her deeply, the lustiness of his tongue's exploration telling her that he was just as aroused by her as she was by him. His cock driving into her more insistently now, faster, even deeper it seemed.

And she loved it - there was no use denying it to herself. The hypnotic power of his eyes, their entrancing gaze. Now the hypnotist was pulling her head back by her hair as he fucked her, running his tongue up and down her neck. Then unleashing her and licking her all over her face. Making her feel so owned. The pressure inside building now to unbearable intensity, the edge of orgasm too much to stand. "Oh... my... God!" she stammered.

The man now gripping the slats of the headboard as leverage to drive himself into her with as much force as he could. He wrapped his small ams around her, squeezing her to him, her tits pressed against his chest, making her feel what strength he had as he continued fucking her just as hard as he could. She wrapped her arms around her Master, wanting to feel him as much as possible.

“Cum for me now my pet and tell me that you now belong to me!” Hypno-natti grunted.

In a burst of mind-shattering pleasure, Casey felt every muscle in her body violently contract upon his words. Her nerves screamed in ecstasy. A long, wailing scream shaping the breath that rushed out of her lungs, forming finally into words..."

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMMMMIIIIIIING!!!!IIIIMMMM YOURRRRSSS!!!"

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A week later…

“Hey guys! This is Casey. We are half way through February. I can almost smell the spring! Anyway, I want to tell you guys about something that I am soooo into right now. I’ve been totally improving myself through hypnosis. You guys might remember one of my earlier vlogs where I talked about a totally fun stage show I went to starring the Amazing Hypno-natti. Well, I’ve been working with him one on one on a ton of stuff and he is totally helping me with his incredible hypnosis skills. Dan too! So, swipe up to learn more about Hypno-natti. He has both sessions and videos available. And you can even find where you can try some of his unbelievable chamomile tea. Guys, it is sooo good! More vlogs coming this week, don’t forget to like and subscribe Luv you guys!!!” She concluded with a kiss of her fingers then the peace sign.

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publiusvirgilius · 4 years ago

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A Hard Day’s Night

Beatles-inspired Hotchfic: Your boyfriend Aaron Hotchner is tired after a long trip, but exhaustion goes out the window when he sees you.

Author's Note: I wrote this in a day! This is my first time publishing a fanfic so please be nice, but I also welcome criticism and feedback. I have a longer, plot-driven Spencer Reid story in the works if any of y'all would be interested—I promise it's less dirty than this one :) If I do post it, it would be on Wattpad, same username. Also happy to take requests! Receiving writing prompts is always fun and keeps the creative juices flowing, so please message me for any requests or just to say hi.

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

warnings: mention of statutory rape (unsub), smut (hotch), biting

word count: 2.6K

This had been one of the longest cases the BAU had seen in a long time. There had been multiple kidnappings in a small town all within a week, and just when the team thought they had apprehended the unsub, a teenager had been abducted, leading them to change the profile.

The townsfolk weren't helping, either. One would think that a small town would come together in a time of crisis, but parents were blaming each other, the teenagers were getting into trouble, trying to escape the grief of their younger siblings' disappearances through drugs and alcohol, and the local police was beginning to question the FBI's methods and abilities.

After two weeks of chasing the unsub around, the team finally caught him. The person responsible for the kidnappings had turned out to be the sheriff himself, working with a seventeen year old girl. They claimed to be in love, and their crimes had been fueled by the desire to have children of their own, which had been impossible, for statutory rape aside, the sheriff was over fifty years old and impotent.

All in all, it had been a frustrating case, and the team was more than ready to go home as soon as it was over. They arrested the couple and got them to confess just within a couple hours of figuring out that they were the ones responsible, but by the time they finished, it was past 11 p.m.

The agents all agreed that they would rather fly back home now than wait until the morning, eager to leave the small town.

This is how Aaron Hotchner found himself as the only conscious individual on the jet back home. He had always had trouble falling asleep on planes—unlike his agents, who, as soon as they boarded the craft, each found their own corner of the jet and promptly dozed off.

Aaron checked his watch. 11:45. Y/N was bound to be asleep by now. Aaron's girlfriend woke up early for work every day, and since today was Sunday, she would definitely have turned in early to prepare for work tomorrow.

Still, she had made him promise to call her when he was on his way home, especially after a case this long.

Aaron settled for a text, not wanting to wake her, even though he ached to hear her voice. He smiled as he opened up his phone to the last texts they had sent each other:

Y/N: "I miss you <3 Come home soon xx"

Aaron: "I miss you too. Say hi to Jack for me."

The last message had been a photo Y/N had sent of her and Jack snuggled up on the couch on Saturday night, his son fast asleep as a movie played in the background.

If any of his colleagues had been awake, they would have teased him about the wide grin on his face looking down at his phone. Aaron rarely let his team see his emotions, but ever since he and Y/N started dating a year ago, he found himself smiling more often. And when he had asked Y/N to move in with him a month ago and she had said yes, even the people outside of his department had noticed a difference in his mood.

The thought of Y/N erased all of the gruesome images and dark thoughts that came with the job at the BAU from Aaron's mind. And unlike a year ago, when he would spend the flight home thinking about how a case could have gone differently—which of his decisions had led to more deaths and what decisions would have prevented them, and what his job meant about the state of humanity as a whole—now, all he thought about was who he got to go home to at the end of the day.

Aaron opened up the picture of Y/N one more time, smiling at her sleepy eyes in the dim living room and the way she was holding Jack close to her chest, before typing out a text to let her know that he was coming home.

Aaron: "I'm on my way home. Should arrive by 2 a.m. but I hope you're asleep when you get this."

During the last two weeks, the time difference had made it difficult for Aaron and Y/N to find time to talk, especially since during a case, the workdays tended to end late, but Y/N had insisted on calling him each night before he went to bed.

Just tonight, Aaron hoped to relieve Y/N of a late-night call, and when she didn't text back, he breathed a content sigh. In his mind, the perfect welcome home would be cozying up next to his girlfriend in their warm bed and holding her close as she slept.

What Aaron didn't know was that Y/N was still awake. In fact, she had never gone to bed. She had put Jack to bed around 8:30 p.m., but then, she came back downstairs and set out to get ahead on this week's work with a cup of caffeinated tea as she waited up for Aaron.

As soon as the jet touched down in D.C., the team hurried to get out, eager to get home. Sometimes the BAU would go out for celebratory drinks after a case, but this time, everyone was too worn out to do anything but to go home.

"Thanks for your hard work the past two weeks," Aaron said to the team. "I know it was a long case."

"Can we please have tomorrow off?" Emily half-joked.

"You're welcome to take any of your designated sick days, Prentiss," Aaron said with a small smile.

Emily scoffed at his remark as the rest of the team snickered.

"Don't even think about calling us before 10 a.m., JJ," Derek said.

"Go home and get some rest," Aaron said. "From what I recall, a certain amount of paperwork follows a complicated case, and like it or not, tomorrow is Monday."

By the time Aaron pulled into his driveway, it was 2:30 a.m. When he got out of the car, he felt the weary effects of having been awake for eighteen hours. As he walked up to the door, Aaron started slightly when he saw that the light in the kitchen was on.

Y/N probably forgot to turn out the lights, he thought.

But he was wrong. When he stepped through the door, his weariness instantly dissipated. His briefcase dropped from his hand with a heavy thud.

Y/N was seated at the kitchen counter, clad only in one of his undershirts and a pair of thin pajama shorts, her hair in a messy bun atop her head, her large glasses balanced over her delicate nose, chewing on the tip of her pen as she pored over an array of papers. To Aaron, it was a sight for sore eyes.

"What are you doing up?" Aaron asked dumbly.

"You thought I wouldn't want to see you as soon as you got home? After I haven't seen you for two weeks?" Y/N hopped down from her seat and padded across the wooden floors to her boyfriend. "Let's get you to bed, baby. You must be exhausted," she said, loosening Aaron's tie and pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.

When she touched him, it was as if she had switched on a circuit, blowing out all the resistors and capacitors. Aaron's senses caught on fire, and he burned for her touch.

"I think you've got it wrong, Y/N," Aaron said, his eyes darkening. "I will take you to bed, and I want to see you naked and coming for me as soon as possible."

Before Y/N could retort, Aaron had her thrown over his shoulder and was heading for the bedroom.

Once Aaron had her laid out on the bed, he started to remove her flimsy clothes. "I missed you. So. Much." He bit out each clipped syllable, biting and sucking behind her ear, on her neck, and on her collarbone between each utterance.

Y/N gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Jack's asleep," she whispered.

"That's none of my concern, since my mouth is going to be occupied with something else. But I suppose you'll just have to do your best to be quiet," he said.

Aaron continued kissing and licking down her chest, pausing at her breasts to tease each little pink bud with his tongue. When he reached the junction of her hips, he bit down lightly on her hipbone, causing her to cry out until she quickly bit down on her fist to quiet herself.

"Good girl." Aaron looked up at Y/N and planted a kiss near her bellybutton, his tongue briefly flicking against the hot skin. He licked across the insides of her thighs, then softly blew cool air onto them as he ran his hands up her legs, making her shiver.

When his mouth finally landed on her clit, he lapped her up like a man starved. "You're so fucking wet," he growled. "Did you miss me while I was gone? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?"

Y/N struggled to nod as her body trembled.

Aaron sucked hard on her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her, dragging them against the pebbled surface of the top. Y/N covered her face with both of her hands, trying to hold back the sounds escaping her throat.

"I want you to look at me." Aaron pulled her hands away from her face with his free hand. He stuck his thumb inside her mouth, encouraging her to suck. Y/N looked down at her boyfriend's figure, and she nearly came at the sight of him alone.

Aaron's dark, cropped hair fell over his forehead, damp with sweat. He was still in his shirt and trousers, though he had managed to roll up his sleeves, and his tie still sat loosely around his collar, its length thrown back over his shoulder as if he couldn't get to his feast fast enough.

He continued to work at her clit, his tongue flicking back and forth faster and harder as he felt Y/N's body twitch more and more out of control. When his mouth reached a near impossible rhythm, Y/N clenched her jaw, biting down on Aaron's fingers in her mouth as her body writhed, falling over and over again into an orgasmic high.

Aaron pressed a kiss to her sensitive core, then to the inside of her thighs. Running his hands up her torso, he pulled her up into a sitting position in front of him, her legs still spread wide on either side of him, and he allowed her to lean forward against his chest, against the soft cotton material of his shirt, too spent to hold up her own weight.

Y/N kissed him slowly, his mouth hot from her own heat. She took his face in her hands, feeling the light stubble across his jaw. She pulled back, taking a moment to observe his eyes. Whatever weariness had been there before, it was gone, replaced with a ravenous hunger that drank in her flushed skin and her dark, swollen lips. Y/N's pupils were blown wide with arousal, her hair had come apart, the wayward strands framing her face, and her glasses were askew, just barely balancing on the tip of her nose.

Aaron had never seen a prettier sight. He felt like a soldier come home to see his wife after years of war, like Odysseus returned to his wife Penelope after ten long years. Wait a second... Wife? Where did that come from?

Aaron reached out to pull off Y/N's glasses from her face, then tipped up her chin to catch her lips again with his own.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

Y/N finally pulled his tie loose, tossing it off to the side of the bed, and she carefully unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers moving nimbly but gently. Aaron tended to come back from his cases with bruises and scratches that always made Y/N's heart ache to see, but at the same time, it filled her with pride, not to mention turned her on, to know that her boyfriend was out saving the world, one bad guy at a time.

This time, Aaron had been spared any major or minor injuries, but still, Y/N took her time undressing him, kissing the old scars as she went.

Once she had stripped him bare, Aaron took her hands in his and pressed a deep kiss to her lips once again. Y/N reached down to take his stiff cock in her hands, but Aaron shook his head and pushed her back down onto the bed.

"I want to feel you," he said. "Now." He lay down beside her so that they faced each other, and he fingered her clit between them, making her arch into him. Aaron hissed when she grabbed his ass, digging her nails into the firm flesh, making him jerk his hips involuntarily.

He pushed the head of his cock into her tight core, and Y/N held her breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his familiar form meld into her, a feeling she hadn't felt in weeks. A feeling she couldn't imagine how she could have gone without for this long.

"Open your eyes, Y/N," Aaron said in a breathy tone.

Y/N locked eyes with Aaron for only half a second before capturing his lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and hunger and longing. Pulling his body closer to her so that no space remained between them, Y/N buried her face in his neck, biting at the sensitive skin, then biting down on his shoulder especially hard when he hit a certain spot inside her.

Aaron wrapped one of her legs around himself to access her body at a better angle, and he felt her muffled moans vibrating against his shoulder. Fisting his hand in her hair and gripping her hip with his other hand, he increased the intensity of his thrusts until he was nearly falling over the edge, a jumbled string of curses leaving his mouth.

Y/N arched into him, her hardened nipples to sliding against his chest through the thin layer of sweat that mingled across their bodies, and her own hips started, her leg locking his body against hers in a vice-like grip, tumbling once again over the edge, moaning Aaron's name against his skin over and over.

Aaron groaned his own release, pulling Y/N’s head back by her hair so that he could look at her face as she came apart, falling into pleasure and more in love with this girl whose lips were still muttering his name as she came down from her high.

"Aaron," she said between labored breaths. "Don't you ever leave me again. I don't want to spend another night without you."

Holding her in his arms, his eyes sweeping over her angelic face, Aaron would have given her the world if he could, and still, it wouldn't be close to what she deserved. He placed a kiss on her forehead and murmured empty promises against her skin, both knowing that eventually, he would leave, but also knowing that he would always come back, and that she would always be his waiting home.

#criminalminds #aaronhotchner #hotch x reader #bau #fbi #readerinsert #sexwithfeelings #domesticbliss #songfic #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #emily prentiss

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inutargaryen · 5 years ago

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Until We Meet Again

Rating: T+

Ship: InuKag

Summary: Based on this piece. Some souls are meant to meet for the rest of eternity.

He wasn’t sure when the spontaneity in his life had been replaced for routine, but he knew it happened more frequently. At 8 am he woke up for physical therapy, at 12 lunch, 2 pm bingo, and so on. Woven in between were the various pills administered to him by an aide not much older than his daughter.

His physical therapist complimented him frequently. While his body might belong to an aging man, his spirit surely did not. It pained the young girl to see him struggle to stand after a session, but, when she would reach her hand out for assistance he would shoot daggers with eyes. His sharp tongue had grown quieter with age, however, his stubbornness would persist until death.

In his youth, he was a man of determination. He arrived in the States post-war with a dollar and a dream. What he found was prejudice. Not even that could deter him. He solved disagreements in back alleys, fixed cars, cleaned dishes, delivered takeout. He once chased a car down on his bike for cutting him off, or that was his favorite version of the story to tell his kids at least.

He no longer created adventurous stories. He sat in his room and watched American television, he longed for home, his wife, his kids.

None of the kids could handle the responsibility of eldercare on their own. Ai had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, Eiji had his second divorce, and Nobu had eight children. It was evident he couldn’t live alone anymore. He burnt part of his apartment down from falling asleep with the stove on. Then he forgot to take his medicine and ended up in the hospital for three weeks.

So is the woe of aging.

The nurses left warning signs outside his door.

“ Mr. Taisho is NOT happy today.” In smaller letters there lay special instructions depending on how he reacted, no jello cups please, or his personal favorite, no stupid questions.

What he hated most about the assisted living facility was that is smelled like death. Every room with a soul that had gone off to its next adventure. Or those that were still alive smelt like they were already dead. It was not just depressing, it was downright disgusting.

To increase morale they hosted a party every Friday to encourage the residents to meet. Mr. Taisho suspected that they just wanted them to live longer so they could rip every last dime from their retirement funds. His aide had taken a liking to him, suggested he attend, he always refused.

This Friday was different from any other.

He hadn’t really cared all that much for women anymore, nothing south of his belly button functioned too well and he had three knee surgeries. Even if it weren’t for that, his wife had died long ago and so did his desire.

Then he saw her.

She arrived on a Wednesday. He knew this because she was getting a walkthrough of facility as he headed sat outside the physical therapy room. She did not dress like she was preparing for a funeral, but instead, still carried herself as he imagined she did in her youth. Her dress was far shorter than he had ever seen in the facility, but still modest, he could see her bony knee sticking out. As she passed him she smelt of honey and lavender. Her voice was pleasant, soft and raspy, as if she had only ever smoked a few cigarettes in her lifetime. More importantly, she was the only other Japanese person in the facility.

His aide was surprised to see him dressed when she knocked on the door. He had been here for exactly two years and had not went to any event where he couldn’t illegally gamble.

His aide doted on him. She smoothed out the wrinkles from his shirt like a mother would a child. From her lips fell words like groovy and other slang from this decade he didn’t quite understand. She extended her arm out to him for balance.

He let out something between a scoff and sigh, waving off her arm. He could use the help walking but he wouldn’t see the mystery woman with any signs of weakness.

They walked down the hall together. Close enough in proximity for her to catch him if he fell, but enough to give him his independence. When they reached the door he stopped for a second, staring as if a portal to another world might exist on the other end.

“ Are you scared, Mr. Taisho?” She asked playfully.

“Keh!”

He analyzed all parts of the room, his eyes searching for her everywhere. Something close to a frown tugged on his lips as he failed to identify her.

“ Come on now!” The aide pleaded with

“ I’m going back to my ro-“ he finished as soon as he began. As he turned to look behind him and there she was the definition of beauty. Her hair gathered together in a bun that revealed her delicate neck. He had only glanced at her outfit for a second before returning to her face and then her scent. That scent intoxicated him to the point he was without words.

What he didn’t realize is that everyone else could notice him staring at her. Mr. Taisho did not have countenance that coincided with flattery. He looked like the nurses had referred to him in secret, a mean old man.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you not to stare? “

Her voice awakened something deep in his soul. He could feel something pulsing deep inside of him.

He blinked a few times while he pondered a sarcastic comeback. He watched as she continue walking with an airy step.

“ I ain’t looking at you.”

His aide shook her head placing both hands on his back to softly nudge him inside. He gave in reluctantly, now, sulking very close to the entrance so he could escape at any moment.

He watched her subtly as she moved around the room. People were drawn to her like bugs to honey, her pool of warmth and sweetness was worthy a terrain to die in. Her smile radiated, called to him, but he tried his best to ignore it. When her eyes darted to meet his he looked away, pretending to be interested in the tray of jello.

He imagined how he would have approached her in his youth. Not likely that it would go much differently. He exuded confidence in everything, that is, except for love. Perhaps she would have approached him then. Her with rosy youthful cheeks and him with an icy glare waiting to be thawed by her glance.

Mr. Taisho was handsome in his youth in a way that only clean-cut women searching for a wild escape were drawn to. He looked as if his life had been unkind to him. But there was a certain charm in a face that looked like it had actually lived. Skin that had been burned by the sun too many times. His black tresses drawn in a ponytail that collected down to his back. Proof that he had not cared for societal norms. His hazel eyes that mimicked the yellow of the sun in the light.

Now, his eyes were replaced with a gray film from the cataracts. His long hair had been chopped long ago, the maintenance far too much for his aging body. The color of snow that was a clue to everyone that he had few years to claim his life on this earth.

He was pulled out of subconscious thought by her smooth voice. She talked about many things at once. He pretended to ignore her as she spoke about music, about her time as a dancer, about her children. He lifted his head up as he was met by silence.

“ I was listening. “

Then she quizzed him on all that she said. A hand on her hip as if she was to scold him. Something that resembled a smile crept on his face as he repeated her conversation verbatim. New York City Ballerina, taught at Julliard, kids too busy so they shoved her in here.

She looked pleased and extended her hand out to him, propositioning him. At first he refused scowled at her. Looked at his feet as if they have been put on wrong. But she insisted, her hand pulling on to his with force. There he was, trapped in her pool of honey as she moved him to the dance floor.

♪ Haven't felt like this, my dear. Since I can't remember when. It's been a long, long time. ♪

They twirled in silence to the ballad. The older woman rested her cheek on his chest as they moved together in unison.

♪ You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you. Or just how empty they all seemed without you. ♪

His soul awakened to her tender touch. Unbeknownst to him, it had awakened hers as well.

what took you so long?

you weren’t easy to find this time.

i thought you’d never come.

i always do, don’t i?

i thought our story had ended.

that will never happen, kagome.

how much time do we have left?

not much, not much.

inuyasha, you feel warmer.

you are mine.

has this lifetime been kind?

doesn’t matter.

the songs almost over.

you smell like heaven.

will you find me next time?

always, always.

His aide peaked at them throughout the night with caution. Not for them, but for the fear of Mr. Taisho catching her staring. Her eyes darted with playful happiness as he watched him gather jello cups for them, as he listened to her talk, as what might have been a smile broke slowly on his face. She had become so entranced by his softness that she had forgotten that he could see her.

“ What are ya’ looking at! “ He gaped at her angrily. The woman beside him tapped his shoulder lightly, before smiling in the direction of the aide.

The aide pretended to be scared to appease Mr. Taisho. Softly she smiled to herself, her hands collected over her chest where she felt the familiar pulse.

Her soul spoke out to no one in particular.

one hundred lifetimes, reborn the same.

AN:

The aide is sango bc she will spend her lifetime as Inuyasha’s BROTP. All italics/ no capitalization are convos of the soul. The current body/ mind has no idea.This is a small part of a larger piece that expands on the piece that’s linked!

#Inukag #inuyasha #kagome #kagome higurashi #sango #miroku #otp: dog boy and time travel girl #inuyasha white day #mine #words #fluff #reincarnation

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yievie · 5 years ago

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whew! what’s up everyone! my name is crissy and yes, i am the clown who sent my account ask on anonymous last night. luv that for me! I GOT A COOL FAMILY ICON IM CRYING!!! now this is yi eun hye, better known as evelyn yi or evie, paging dr. sexy md don’t call her that though, she’ll kill you omg the second eldest princess of the four neglected korean princess sisters aka the mom friend sister or the buzzkill responsible sister.

~`click anywhere here for a link to my app ~

under the cut i’m gonna throw some important personality and background stuff along with maybe? half-formed plot ideas? if not i’ll make a follow up post later, but pls like this plot if you wish to plot, i’ll try to come bother u. my ims are open hmu anytime (also bc im anxious af to b first message bc im BABY) and I ALSO have a discord located at quarantine queen#2918 where i’m usually v v v active. (lmk if u cant add me shoot me a message on here and ill fix it) ok imma shut up here is cranky daughter! ITS LONG SRRY

( pS: also if my blog is too hard to read just stick /mobile on the end of the url xx )

background

the empress and emperor of korea had 5 kids, 4 daughters, 1 pampered son and evie was the second oldest daughter after dianna but like, she’s bossy and high strung and acts like the oldest anywayS so it doesn’t matter!

woo! however, korean tradition is rooted deeply in patriarchy and other backwards thinking, >:(((( so evie’s parents basically pretended like their son was the only kid they had and sent evie and her 3 sisters off to swedish boarding school to ROT as they each turned 10 and forgot abt them while they groomed their son for the throne! thx mom n dad! luv u too! sdjlaksjd

during her time at boarding school evie was expected to not learn much of anything, not do anything spectacular, she wasn’t expected very good grades or to be smart or successful or anything bc that was Men’s Work and so evie did . . . THE EXACT OPPOSITE.

evie EXCELLED in school, straight a’s, top of her class, honors, ap valedictorian, which meant all nighters, nose bleeds at 2am from studying too hard, looking dead walking through the hallways, eating ramen 25/8, falling asleep w her face in her textbooks, getting bullied a lot for being a nerd and Not looking like her sisters and like...the creature from the black lagoon.

her parents, understandably, were not very happy with this but it wasn’t until she wanted to go to medical school that her parents were like FURIOUS. to them, women, esp the princesses, were only supposed to get married, have kids, THAT WAS IT. so evie wanting to be a doctor enraged them. STAY MAD!

they tried to have her engaged SO. MANY. TIMES. but she has a really repellent personality, she’s very kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you. and is rude and states her very liberal very socialist opinions often, dresses sloppy and hurts mens feelings a lot just for fun so they all went rUNNING from those match appointments! her parents literally are losing their minds they don’t know what to do w her theyre like god why did we give birth to the aNTICHRIST!?!?!?

not wanting anything to do with her parents, evie got into college and medical student on scholarship based on her own merit and skill. evie went to the seoul national university for 4 years then did a 2 year residency at the country’s top hospital, becoming one of the best on call heart surgeons there.

the korean media likes to clown on her A LOT! bc shes scary and angry and cares very little abt her appreance is A DOCTOR and not a princess really for the opposite reason they clown on dianna but evie does not really care she doesn’t care abt impressing people, just saving lives and proving people wrong. finger guns

but yes! thats what u missed on glee. evie was a heart surgeon in korea before being shipped off to thailand! shes v salty by the way ... even more than usual.

fun facts?

evie wears massive grandma glasses to see bc shes BLIND when shes in line with her sister people do not think she’s related and are like “OMG OMG THE PRINCESSES!!! BUY WHATEVER U WANT ON THE HOUSE I--oh? maam? uh? can we help u, ahjumma?” HELP

very dry, mean, will call you out on ur shit and hurt ur feelings probably. doesn’t really know how to Chill or have fun, stays out of drama and parties for the most part literally that old man that tells u to get off their lawn

LOVES HER SISTERS!!!! LOVES THEM!!! moms them and nags the FUCK out of them tho abt everything. wear a sweater its cold, drink water, dONT DO THAT GET DOWN FROM THERE, i told u to eat before u drank all that soju pabo!!!! skhaslkfh BUT SHE LOVES THEM VERY MUCH HER WOOOORLD the only people shes kind of nice to

as stated, has tried to been matched up before but has basically scared away all her matches by being A Lot and not polite or dainty and burping probably

her mom calls her all the time to talk abt how shes having a heart attack bc her second daughter is an unmarried, childless, spinster with a cat who is embarrassing her by being a doctor and being loud and obnoxious and outspoken against the royal heirarchy and right wing politics. evie just puts her on mute and lets her keeping yelling at no one for the next hour

loves beer, loves fried chicken, very unladylike, wears oversized sweaters and her hair messy and watches love island australia and the bachelor just to make fun of the people being in love and stupid i think secretly she kind of wants it but...thinks shes unlovable and will die before she says that shh

bisexual legend! cue mr and mrs yi screaming somewhere

not that it matters bc she cares little abt romance and sex and always put work and school before everything so everything touchy like that she either ends abruptly or stays the hell away from

never parties or goes out but when she does get really drunk gets very cute and touchy and happy there is one video on the internet of her like on a table ashdkh yikes

is soft deep down just like *shrek voice* donkey, orges are like onions they have layers and u gotta get past a lot of them for her to get past her level 4 tragic backstory and into the soft, vulnerable part of her personality its nice i promise she is SQUISHY

weird plots???

best friend? im sure she has one somewhere. or friends at all? people who arent scared of her who shes nice to....mostly

enemies woo! hate her its very easy to hate her so do it

u want to do a daredevil thing like when matt shows up bleeding and dying or after a fight or something and she patches u up

just anyone need a doctor bc paging dr sexy md~

past loves? boyfriend? girlfriend? weird flings? weird tension unresolved stuff WOOO

ANYONE who broke her heart for the angst and drama

hit on her itll b funny

anyone who she was previously matched w who she scared off

someone shes currently trying to be matched or betrothed to GOOD LUCK

someone she has a crush on YIKES or vice versa

any of the college kids need a tutor?

roommates?

ANYTHING PLS HMU <333

#;;ooc ( out of crissy ).#hello this is angry daughter shes scary but we stan #sorry this was so long pls hmu #ALSO LOOK AT MY COOL ICON!!

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billyhargroveinaponytail · 5 years ago

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Good Ole Dacre Montgomery

Chapter 7: 'I fell victim to the sound of your love'

Songs for this chapter:

'To Build A Home' By The Cinematic Orchestra 'Grace' By Lewis Capaldi

'Waves' By Dean Lewis

The rest of this story:

* https://my.w.tt/i2KaR5fm55 *

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The smell of pancakes filled the air of Myra's trailer,coming in through the small crack in her door. '11:30am' The bright screen of her phone shinned back at her. Myra moved the cover off her body to realize that she was still in her bathing suit top and shorts. She dug around in her suit case and took out a pair of shorts and her signature bed shirt. She pushed back her bedroom door to see Paisley seated at the dining table with Joe.

"Hey there sleepy head! I decided to invite Joe over for breakfast I hope that's ok with you!" Myra nodded, her head pounding with every step she took. "Why did you let me drink so much?" She groaned searching through the cabinet for a pain reliever. "You needed to relax, you deserved a night to let loose." Paisley gave a warm smile, hoping Myra had forgotten most of last night. Unfortunately Myra hadn't forgotten, the image of Dacre and Liv wrapped in each other's arms stayed burned into her memory.

"I'm liking the shirt,MJ!"Joe spoke. Myra glanced down at what had become her favorite shirt with disgust. "I'm going to change and go do some laundry, do you need any done?" Myra walked into her room, switching out her shirt with a black hoodie and her slide on shoes. "No I will take care of it tomorrow, you want me to go with you?" Paisley took her empty plate to the sink,rinsing it off. "I'll be fine, you spend time with Joe. I'm going to run to the store and get some Advil too, if you can think of anything you need let me know!" Myra shoved her dirty clothes into a large bag, lugged them down the steps and out of the trailer.

They offered a laundry mat on set in a small building that also contained vending machines with every snack you could think of. Myra luckily brought her headphones so she wouldn't have to socialize with anyone. She inserted her quarters and took a seat, as the machine began to fill up with water. Every song Myra found on her phone happened to be a sad song, so she decided to call her mom instead. The phone rang a few times before a sweet southern voice answer the other line. "Myra!" She spoke in a sweet voice. "Hi mom, how is everyone?"

"We are great! How are you? How are things going? Are you having fun?"

"I am good,mom! Things are going great,I am having such an incredible time, it is everything I have ever wished for!"

"We miss you here so so much! We can't wait for you to come back to visit!"

"I miss you guys too! I will be home for 3 days, while we are on our break, I will make sure to stop and visit everyone!"

"Yay, we can't wait! Your dad says he misses you! Your brother does too, even though he won't admit it!"

"I miss all of you guys too so so much!"

"Paisley's family just got her for lunch I will call you later, sweetheart I love you!"

"I love you too mom!" Myra hung up her phone, she hadn't even realized she was crying until a tear landed on her phone screen,she really did miss her family. The laundry room door swung open and a tall blonde walked in. "Hey you're the girl from the party!" She didn't even have the curtesy to remember Myra's name.

"Yeah, Myra!" She wiped her face of any tears and sat up in her chair. "Yes! Maya!" Myra didn't even have the energy to correct her. Liv was carrying a large pink bag with what seemed to be the entire Victoria Secret store inside. She took over the two remaining washers,throwing her clothes in one and what looked like Dacre's in another. "Listening to anything good?" Myra quickly locked her phone and looked in her direction. "No nothing at all!" She removed her headphones, when Liv flopped down beside her. Liv's phone made a loud alert, she glanced down rolling her eyes and laughing. "Oh guys, they're crazy you know what I mean?"

"You have no idea!" Myra glanced at the time on her washer, wishing it would go by faster. "My boyfriend has been bugging me nonstop this morning, he's so needy!" She turned her phone to Myra to display their messages to her.

Myra swallowed down the lump that had formed in her throat, fighting back every tear. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Liv spoke,moving her phone back down to her lap. "N-no, I don't." Liv crossed her legs pulling her chair closer to Myra's. "You're telling me with all these cute boys running around here none of them have caught your interest." She looked at Myra in shock.

"One did but that was a mistake." Myra mumbled,glancing up at the machine again. "Well I'm sure the right guy will come around!" Liv scrolled through social media, posting a picture of her and Dacre from the night prior. Liv sighed at the speed the machines were going. "I'm just going to have Dacre's assistant get these and I am going to head back to the trailer. It was nice seeing you, Maya!"

Again Myra rolled her eyes watching the girl leave the laundry room, swaying her hips. A number popped up on Myra's phone that she was unfamiliar with.

"Hey." She spoke in a confused tone. "Hey My! It's Jake! I just got a call from Dacre's girlfriend asking if you could pick up his clothes from the laundry room in about 45 minutes or so. So you've officially set yourself as his assistant huh?"

"No!" Myra spat into the phone, "I am not his assistant, I am an intern here I am helping everyone and I am not getting his laundry!" Jake chuckled to her response. "The honeymoon stage over between you two?"

"Honeymoon stage? There was no honeymoon stage! I was just helping him that is all!"

"Sure,sure, so that's a no on the laundry?"

"Yes that is a no, I have got things of my own I have to deal with!" Myra hung up and dug around in her bag for a book,The Fault in Our Stars. She had folded in the page she left off on and continued from that spot, ignoring the world around her. The sudden buzzing from her phone caught her attention. It was Dacre calling.

Declined. Myra pushed her phone back down inside her bag and continued on her chapter. She had reached the forth chapter when the washing machine notified her it was done. She switched over her clothes and noticed the two machines Liv had been using were done as well. She restrained herself from being helpful and returned to her seat.

"You know the boy dies right? He smoked in the movie."

"It was a metaphor. He put the killing thing right between his teeth, but he didn't give it the power to do its killing." Myra was zoned into her book not realizing who was talking to her. "So you're not going to answer my calls?" Myra glanced over the page to see Dacre bent over at the dyer putting his clothes inside. "There's nothing for us to talk about." Myra raised her book back over her face.

"I need to talk though, I need to apologize and explain things to you."

"There's nothing to explain,it was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened." Dacre pulled a chair up beside Myra his knees against hers. "Myra you mean so much to me and I wish I could explain all of this to you, I should have told you before and I screwed up." Myra kept her face into the book to disguise the tears crossing her cheeks. Dacre pushed the book down giving her a faint smile," I care so much about you please understand this.." "Don't you have somewhere to be? Liv must be waiting for you." Myra moved from her seat and inspected her clothes in the dryer. They had 8 minutes left so she stood by the machine,waiting eagerly. "I'm sorry again, please understand. I will see you tomorrow." Dacre pursed his lips for a moment. It was quiet and he looked deep in thought. "Myra," He breathes,approaching her once more. "You looked beautiful the other night. I meant to tell you that but I-uh got so busy and I am sorry. The dress just looked great on you." The loud bing from the dryer, informing Myra her clothes were done, brought her attention away from Dacre. She shoved her now cleaned and dried clothes into her bag and rushed out of the building, not speaking a word to Dacre.

Myra returned to her trailer,making sure to knock before coming inside. "We're decent don't worry!"Paisley rang from inside and opened the door for Myra,taking the laundry bag from her hands. "You doing alright, MJ? You look a little flustered." Myra nodded,choking back tears. "I'm fine! Ready to just relax before the big day tomorrow!" Paisley knew her friend was lying, something had happened but she didn't want to mention it in front of Joe. "Did you get yourself some medicine?" Paisley questioned, placing the laundry bag onto Myra's bed. Myra had completely forgotten, she was in such a hurry to leave the laundry mat. "I forgot, I will be fine. I will get these clothes put away and then sleep some more." Myra collapsed down on her bed, in the pile of freshly dried clothes.

"Joe and I planned on going out, so I will be sure to grab you some, anything else you'd like?" Paisley waited at the door feeling sorrow for her heart broken friend. "I'm alright Pais, thank you." Myra pulled the cover over her legs and surrounded herself with the warm clothes,sighing in relief. Paisley and Joe left out the door, the entire trailer instantly becoming silently. Myra took in a few deep breathes before falling asleep.

The entire day had consisted of napping and eating for Myra, the only productive thing she had done was put the clothes away and that was only because they had lost their warmth. Paisley and Joe returned back, with multiple shopping bags. "M, you awake?"

Myra walked out with her comforter wrapped around her. "Yeah,I'm awake." She took a seat in the booth, noticing Joe's sympathetic look. "I am fine Joe, I promise!" Myra tried not only convincing themselves but also herself. "I know, I am sorry just worried about you is all!" Joe gave a kind smile, showing that he actually was concerned for his new friend.

Monday morning had come and Myra was ready to take on the world. She felt strong and confident, she knew what she was here to do and she was going to kill it. There would be no distractions, no one was getting in her way. She had taken up the opportunity to work with Joe today, partially to get away from seeing Dacre, but also partially so that Paisley could see Joe more.

"E Pluribus Unum" Myra read off the script to Paisley. "That's the title of today's episode,it means one of many." Paisley was a little too focused on the set to even be listening to Myra. "This is insane! It looks so incredible!" Myra walked behind her looking around the room. "The set designers do an amazing job!" Joe joined them wearing his Scoops outfit, this time it was covered in blood and his face was decorated with bruises and gapping wounds. Paisley was taken back by his new look. "aw poor babe!" She brushed his cheek, placing a small kiss on his nose. "You look terrible!" She busted out laughing,along with the others. Joe placed a quick kiss on her cheek before rushing over to his place on set. Sylvia appeared behind the two girls with a big smile. "Good morning ladies! How was your weekend? I saw the live interviews, you did great M!" She spoke with praise. "Thank you, it-it was a great weekend!" Myra gain the courage to form a smile. Paisley agreed. "Are you ready to show us more of your creative directing skills?" Sylvia took a seat in the empty chair closest to them. "Directing skills?" Paisley looked over at Myra confused. "She didn't tell you? She helped create a lot of this scene, she came up with how the whole thing would be set up!" Myra's stomach twisted instantly, she didn't want Paisley to know, what if she hated it? Or what if it was terrible?

"My, you ready on set?" Myra rolled her eyes at the terrible nickname and then nodded to the calling voice. She took out her clipboard and sat next to the camera with the Duffers. "Everyone in places anddd action!"

The large Russian man stood in front of a tied up Joe, pretending to swing his fist into the side of his face. "Oh," Joe grunted. "That one stung."

"Who do you work for?" The Russian spoke in a thick, rough accent. "For the millionth time, I work for Scoops Ahoy!" Joe pleaded. "Scoops Ahoy!" He tried catching his breath that had been knocked from him. Again the other Russian swiftly punched Joe in the stomach, causing more blood to spew from his face. "What the hell?! Look at my outfit!"

"Look at my outfit!" He repeated. "You think I just wear this!? You think I'm a spy in a sailor's uniform?" Another punch was slammed into Joe's diaphragm, he gasped, beginning to pant. "How did you get here?" The main Russian questioned him. Joe took a deep gasp before replying. "I already told you! I told you before." Joe gasped for more air trying to form a reply. "My delivery didn't come, my friends and I thought that it was left on the loading dock, so we went into the room and it turned into an elevator and then..and then we dropped, next thing we know, I open my eyes, and we're in this..wonderful facility." Joe looked around the empty room, blood pouring out his nose and mouth. "But I swear to god, nobody knows about us, nobody saw us. You could just let us go, alright? And I am not going to tell anybody about this,okay? Shit happens, life goes on!" He rambled on.

"And uh-uh Ice--ice cream. Ice cream okay? You guys know what ice cream is. Everybody loves ice cream. I don't know if you have Russian ice cream or if that's considered Gelato. I don't know what's what, but whatever you guys want, seriously. USS butterscotch, I mean, you gotta try it. It is out of this world, I am telling ya!" Joe tried to change his tone to convince them. The two solider's began laughing in sync. Joe joined in with them,nervously. "I like this guy!" The head Russian spoke up from the laughter. "USS...butterscotch." He mocked Joe.

Joe gave a panicked look between the two, waiting to see their next move. The laughter came to an instant halt, the Russian moved his face close to Joe's. "Who do you work for?" He spat.

"Oh come on! No,no! No seriously!" The second soldier moved in close to slam his fist against Joe again, knocking him to the ground. Unconscious Joe was now drug down the hall by the solider's throwing him into the room where at the same time Robin has been tossed in. "Get your hands off me!" She screamed fighting off the two guards carrying her. She was thrown on the ground and quickly got to her knees trying to help her unconscious friend. "Steve? Steve! Steve?" She repeated trying to shake him awake.

The head Russian now made his way into the room, to join the others. "What did you do to him? What did you do?" He smacked Robin across the face, bringing her to join Joe on the ground.

"Put them in chairs."He spoke in Russian to the fellow guards. Robin was brought to her feet and strapped to the chair, while the same happened to a still unconscious Joe. "Steve, wake up!" Robin yelled, her back being strapped to Joe's. Robin grunted as two large straps where wrapped around them, their arms tied together in their laps. "What did you do?"

Joe's head was ripped up by his hair and Robin begin begging the Russian to leave him alone. "Steve,Steve can you hear me?" Robin tried turning to look at him. "I think your friend needs a doctor." The Russian spoke,pacing around the room. "Good thing..we have the very best!" He leaned in close to Robin's face. He turned to face the other guards laughing, but when he turned back to face Robin she spat in his face with anger. The room instantly became quiet as he took a raged look to his face. "You're going to regret that, little bitch!" He gave the others a command in Russian and they left the room together. "Bastard, let us out of here!" Robin yelled at them,exiting the room.

"Help!" Robin yelled repeatedly from the room. "Hey," A groggy Joe spoke up. "Would you stop yelling?" A look of relief came to Robin as she turned to see her friend now waking up. "Steve! Oh, my God!" Robin panted. "Steve, are you-are you okay?"

Joe grunted, taking in a deep breath. "My ears are ringing, and I can't really breath, my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull. But you know, apart from that, I'm doing pretty good." Joe's eye was swollen and Myra glared back to see Paisley on the edge of her seat almost in tears. "Well the good news is that, they're calling you a doctor." Robin let out a small chuckle, while Joe glanced around the room. "Is this his place of work? I love the vibe. Charming." Robin laughed more at his reply. "Yeah tell me about it. So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right? No your other right!" Joe turned his head in the correct direction. "Yeah okay, do you see those scissors?"

"Uh-uh" Joe spoke up. "Yeah well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there,and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap."

"And I could cut the binds!" Joe spoke finally understand her plan. "yeah and we could get out of here!" Joe nodded his head in full agreeance. "Gotcha,okay yeah we can do that! Those morons. They left scissors in here?"

"Yeah morons, total morons!" Robin laughed along with Joe. "Okay on the count of three,we're gonna hop." She confirmed her plan with him. "Okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha!" Joe agreed, beginning to sway his body.

They both successful jumped into the air together on Robin's count of three. "Okay that worked. All right, let's try again." This time they both counted to three. "Holy shit, this is gonna work!" They both grew with excitement, counting to three again. This time both of their chairs toppled to the ground with a loud bang. "It's okay!" They both lightly chuckled. "Don't cry Robin!" Robin giggled more, showing Joe she was not crying at all. "A-are you laughing?"

"Jesus." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it's just I can't believe I'm going to die in a secret Russian base with Steve "The Hair" Harrington. It's just too trippy,man." Joe spoke in a calm tone trying to comfort her. "We are not going to die, we're going to get out of here,okay? Just- you gotta let me think for a second."

Paisley turned in her seat to see Dacre standing behind them watching Myra smile widely at the scene she had worked so hard on, Dacre looked proud.

"Do you remember,um,Mrs.Click's sophomore history class?" Robin said softly. Joe shook his head in deep confusion. "What?"

"Mrs.Clickity-Clackity. That's what us band dweebs called her. It was first period, Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you were always late. And you always had the same breakfast, bacon,egg and cheese on a sesame bagel. I sat behind you two days a week for a year." The camera continuously panned back and forth between their faces.

"Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The king of Hawkins High himself. Do you even remember me from that class?" Joe stayed quiet with a look of shame on his face,causing Robin to only let out a small chuckle. "Of course you don't. You were a real asshole, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know." Joe spoke groggy and monotoned. "But it didn't even matter. It didn't matter that you were an ass. I was still..obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretended to be above it all,we still just wanna be popular...accepted."

"If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn't all that great. Seriously, it just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it's all just," Joe scoffed before finishing his sentence. "Bullshit."

Myra chuckled a little at her throwback idea to season 2, when Nancy and Steve broke up.

"But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?"

"I feel like my whole life has been..one big error." Robin replied. They both joined in laughs,agreeing. "At least it can't get any more messed up than this."

"You know, I wish I'd known you in Click's class." Joe admitted to her.

"Yeah?"

"Really, I do. Maybe you could've helped me pass the class. Maybe instead of being here, I'd be on my way to college right now." Joe confessed, the blood now dried around his eye and nose.

"And I would have no idea that there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck." Robin glanced back at her friend.

"Gotta say, though, I liked being your schmuck. It was fun while it lasted." Joe gave a sweet smile. Dacre still stood behind them watching the scene take place. "What're you doing here?" Paisley questioned him. He moved his head down towards her, his eyes never leaving Myra. "I heard she was working on this scene I wanted to see what she came up with. She's truly amazing at this." He spoke with honesty. Paisley nodded, looking at the scene still continuing. "You really hurt her, Dacre. She hasn't admitted it but, she's my best friend and I know."

Dacre sighed, "I know I did, I screwed up, I should have told her what was going on in the first place. Myra means so much to me I hope you understand this." He glanced at his watch and then to Paisley. "I have got to get going, but please don't tell her I was here I don't want to upset her more." Dacre walked off and Paisley gave a sympathetic look.

Russians rushed onto the scene through the large door,buzzers sounded. "Where were you two going?" The head Russian questions them,clicking his tongue. A bald man in a long,white jacket shook a bottle of blue substance in the camera,while the fellow Russians picked up Joe and Robin off the floor.

"Try telling the truth this time, yes?" The head Russian came face to face with Joe, while the doctor loaded the blue container. "It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful." He ran his hand through Joe's hair, then pressed his thumb into his face wound,causing Joe to wince.

The head Russian nodded to the doctor, he stepped to them as Joe began begging. "Wait a second. Wait. Hold on. Okay! Wait, wait,wait! What is that thing?"

"It will help you talk!" The doctor spoke in a thick accent, gripping onto Joe's head and shoving a fake syringe into Joe's neck. "Did you even clean that thing!?" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Cut!" Myra yelled, smiling over at the director. "That was amazing, great job everyone!" The director clapped with enthusiasm.then patting Myra on the back. "You did great!" Myra's face was glowing, at least that is what Paisley said after approaching her. "That was so good,MJ! Aside from seeing my boyfriend get the crap beat out of him, I loved it!" This was the first time Paisley had addressed Joe as her boyfriend and it made Myra so happy. "Boyfriend,huh?" She smiled wide, looking over at Joe talking with the directors then back to Paisley.

"Joe has been nonstop talking about you this morning during makeup!" Mary came over to join them,congratulating Myra on a job well done. "He-he uh, he called me his girlfriend last night so I guess it's an official thing." Joe walked up behind Paisley wrapping an arm around her waist. "You guys over here talking about me?" He looked to Myra and then Paisley. Paisley quickly shook her head no, while Myra blurted out, "Yep!"

"You did an awesome job on that scene,Myra! It was so much fun!" Joe squeezed Paisley in more. "Getting beat up is fun to you?" Paisley raised a brow at him. "I mean you like getting spanked and no one is over here judging you for it!" He smirked down placing a kiss to her forehead, while she shoved her elbow into his side. "There are some things I don't need to know about my best friend and that is definitely one of them!" Myra gagged at the image in her head.

"Are you stopping by to see Dacre's scene?" Sylvia joined the group, a schedule in her hand. Sylvia was unaware how the weekend went and what even happened between her and Dacre.

Both Paisley and Joe looked to Myra for her answer. "No I think I am going to head back to the trailer and work on the next scene a little. You guys go, have fun!"

"If you don't mind would you drop this off at Jake's office on your way back! He needs this so he can turn in your progress report to your college." Sylvia held out a sheet of paper to Myra. She took the paper placing in on top of her others. "Yeah I'll take care of it! You two be safe!" She chuckled, walking in the direction of the Jake's office. Paisley and Joe both waved her off.

The long hallway leading up to his office was brightly lit up and the sound of music left the room through the closed door. She gently knocked but there was no answer, unsure if he heard her she turned the door knob walking inside.

"Jake..Liv??" Myra was traumatized.

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When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go

A Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood fic. 2748 words. Rated T - Smoking and alcohol mentions, war mention, mild language. Set in Season 1 roughly, pre Maes-Hughes-you know what.

6:00 PM = Ed

It was raining again. He hated the rain.

Not as much as the Colonel, of course. It’s not like it rendered him totally useless. But losing his limbs had turned him into a human barometer. Each drop in the pressure meant that his stumps ached, and the the pain usually lasted until the weather changed. He’d woken up the night before from the pain, then slept uneasily until it was time to report for duty that morning, careful not to stir. He didn’t want Al to see how much it hurt him. Al had enough to worry about as it was. And he’d only blame himself. Ed could see the looks Al gave him when he thought he wasn’t looking. So he’d stayed still, and gotten up like he normally did, exuding only his typical amount of grumpiness. Thankfully, their day hadn’t involved a lot of moving around. They’d spent it in the East City library, reading and re-reading alchemy texts until Ed’s eyes ached almost as much as his arm and leg. Lieutenant Hawkeye had borrowed the Colonel’s car to drive them back to their hotel room, and left them with a picnic box for dinner, courtesy of the Hughes.

Ed ate the entire crock of chicken soup and four whole wheat rolls despite himself. It had been a long day, and the warmth from the food sank into every crevice, warming him inside and out. He described the taste to Al, who added it to the “to eat after my body’s back” list. The pain receded to the background as he ate. In its absence, he felt hollowed out - the tension keeping him on alert had finally let loose. Then it hit him. The wall he had held up all day against fatigue was finally breached. That darned soup. He told Al not to wait up for him, he was just gonna finish some research in their room. And he tried, he really did. Sprawled out on the bed, his jacked and boots tossed over the chair in the corner, he willed his eyes to stay open. Just one more page. Maybe chaper 5 of Complete Biological Processes for Alchemists would have the answer. Maybe if he held his head up. Loosened his collar. Put his head on his arm. Rested his eyes just for a second.

8:00 = Al

Al hadn’t heard from Ed in awhile. He wondered how long it would take him to fall asleep. Ed thought he could hide it, but Al knew it had been a bad pain day. He always knew. It must’ve been really bad for him to go to bed this early--usually he stayed up at least until he had eaten dessert. The double slice of cherry pie Mrs. Hughes had packed was still on the table though, next to the bottle of milk, both untouched. Al could only imagine how warm and fragrant that pie was. He scribbled a note about it in his food journal, then went to go check on his brother. As he suspected, Ed was sprawled out face-down on the bed, his head laying on his right arm. His shirt was hiked up a bit from tossing and turning, and one of his socks had fallen to the floor. Al shook his head. Sleeping with his tummy out again. And no blanket. He crossed the room softly and laid the blanket from his bed over his brother. Ed didn’t move. Out like a light, he thought.

He sat down in the chair by Ed’s bedside. It would be nice to sleep himself. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to fall asleep. He remembered so much about what it was like to have a body - he could imagine the taste of foods he’d tried before, the feeling of his favorite clothes and blankets, even smells he liked. Falling asleep, however, was a memory that eluded him - it was something you felt by not feeling anything, after all. But about a year into heir quest to get their bodies back, he had developed a work-around. He couldn’t sleep anymore, at least not like other people. But he could dream. It had started as small bursts of deja vu during the lonely nights he spent watching over Ed. Over time, he had figured out how to enter his memories at will each night, reliving them in a daze until he lost track of time. It wasn’t quite as good as sleeping, but it took him away from this body, and this strange place they were living, if only for a few hours. He leaned back in his chair and looked inward, calling up whatever memory his soul decided to play back for him tonight. And then Winry walked into the classroom, and those boys were teasing her, and he was telling Ed not to--

10:00 = Riza

Riza felt like a frayed rope. The week had been meetings on top of PT exams on top of paperwork Roy forgot to file. She’d strangle that man, Colonel or not, one of these days. All he had to do was sign his name and save the both of them from a week of heartache and a note to his file. But that might get in the way of his sucking-up time. Stupid state dinners, that sort of thing, she thought with a laugh. She poured herself another ounce of bourbon and sighed. It was getting late. Black Hayate was curled up in her lap, twitching in his sleep every so often. Probably hunting rabbits in his sleep, she thought with a smile. At least one man in my life never lets me down.

She took a long sip of her drink and sighed, letting her head sink into the back of the chair. No end in sight to all this chaos. Roy’s ambitions of becoming Fuhrer and current position as colonel meant he was forever in strategy meetings, personnel conferences, and diplomatic events. And he always wanted the hawk’s eye there to watch his back. She could read a room faster than he could blink, and their five-minute post-meeting conferences proved more useful than weeks of departmental consulting. Never mind that she had her own men to attend to, and that she was stuck cleaning up the mess after Roy was inevitably late with something, again. And he wonders why I drink, she thought. Well, that was one reason. There were other reasons why she needed help from a bottle to sleep at night. But she wasn’t going to dwell on that. No need to remember the past, in all its technicolor gore and misery. That was then. This was now. Now was a fireplace, and an armchair, and Black Hayate snoring, and her clock chiming - ten o’clock already? Better head to bed, then. Early morning PT drill tomorrow, and she had some new recruits to beat some sense into. Slowly, she peeled herself up from her chair, swaying slightly as Black Hayate jumped down off her lap. She laughed at his little sleepy whine and--was that a hiccough? Damn. She’d had more than she thought. Oh well. Her head was going to hurt tomorrow regardless. She slunk back to her bedroom, undressed down to her undershirt and threw herself into bed.

12:00 = Jean

What a night. First the cafe, a delectable steak and an even more delectable date. Damn, he thought, flipping over onto his back and pulling the blanket up. She was so hot. His eyes danced across the void of the ceiling as he traced the memory. From the cafe to that dive bar, where she had impressed him with both the quality of her conversation and the quantity of shots she could take down. She could drink him under the table, he thought, if they were going for that. But this was a Thursday night, so they left the bar and went instead to...a dance hall. Jean wasn’t exactly sure how that had happened. But he was sure of how he felt watching her move through the crowd. She had waist-length hair that tumbled down in waves to her waist, swaying as she did in time to the music. He chuckled to himself, and kicked his feet out from under the blanket. Still feeling the warmth from that one, he thought. He hadn’t wanted that night to end. But by eleven, the weeknight crowd had started to thin out, and in the absence of its energy, their conversation had stalled. A few minutes later, he was waving sadly at the bus as she sped off to her apartment. He stumbled back to his, alone.

He didn’t know what it was about him. Every date he had had for the past long while started out well enough. They would talk, offer a cigarette, maybe get a coffee. Something would spark. They’d go out. And at about the 6-hour-of-acquaintance mark, she’d mumble some excuse about an early morning shift, or an elderly aunt, or...he thought one girl had even made up a kid sister she needed to babysit. Regardless, they’d thank him for the lovely evening, and there he’d be. Sleeping alone, like he always did. He heard the clock in his neighbor’s apartment strike midnight. Tomorrow morning was gonna be rough, he thought. He had to report at--0400? 0430? Sometime. The lieutenant would have his head on a plate if he was late one more time. Sleep. Now. Gotta focus on not focusing, Jean. Don’t focus on falling asleep. Just let it happen. Just breathe. In and out. In. Out. in. out. in...out...

2:00 = Gracia

Being a mom is hard work, Gracia’s mother had told her. She remembered it well. That day when they had finally made it to her family’s hometown, six months after they found out they were going to have Elysia. Her mom had thrown a big party at her childhood home, and invited all the surrounding friends and relations to stuff themselves on her home cooking and wish the newlyweds well. Gracia joked that she was trying to make everyone as fat-looking as she was to save face. Her mom had just laughed. And that’s when she told her, her eyes blinking back proud tears, how hard it was to be a mom, and how proud she was that Gracia was going to be one. It was one of her favorite memories of her mother. Her mother lived just long enough after that to see her granddaughter one time, on her first birthday. Three generations of her family were under the same roof, for the first and last time she could remember. It was heavenly. With her mother there, it seemed like nothing could go wrong.

What she wouldn’t give for some of that magical mom power right now, she thought. She could see Elysia’s outline in the doorway, lit from behind by the hall nightlight. Somehow she had woken up right as her daughter crossed the threshold of their room, though she couldn’t hear anything over Maes’ snoring. Must be that special sixth sense moms get. Elysia had thrown up, it turned out. Her little face was stained with tears. She had tried to clean it up herself with her blanket, then stood in the doorway until mommy woke up. She knew she would. She was right. One set of fresh sheets, a warm washcloth, and a changed nightgown later, and her baby girl was tucked into bed again. She looked up at her mother and tugged at her sleeve. Would mommy sleep with her tonight? Gracia sighed. Between the kicking, the stuffed animal tossing, and the sleep talking (she inherited this from her father), sleeping with mommy meant mommy not sleeping much at all. But those brown eyes looked up at her, and Gracia melted the same as she did the first time she saw them. Yes, mommy will sleep here tonight. And now, installed in the toddler bed with her daughter’s feet planted in the small of her back, there was nowhere else she’s rather be.

4:00 = Pinako

Old age changes a person. It used to be, Pinako thought, shifting to her left side, that she could just look at a bed and fall asleep. A lifetime of hard work will do that to you. She had proudly worked her way through four years of uni, two more of automail training, and another two of apprenticeship without ever missing a night. Early mornings were when she got her best thinking done, anyway. And that’s how it had been for the past forty years. But as she neared seventy, things were changing. She slept fitfully now. Every small noise might wake her up, even the ones she was used to. Tonight, it was the dog barking at heaven only know’s what. She muttered some choice words and eased herself off of the bed. Better go shut that dog up before he wakes up anyone else.

She found the dog on the porch, holding the freshly-killed mouse he had caught in his mouth. More like a cat, that one was. Well, it was good for him to earn his keep. She patted him on the head and sat down in her rocking chair. She had left her pipe on the end table beside it. Hmph. Getting forgetful in her old age as well as sleepless, she thought. She tamped down the bowl and lighted her pipe, blowing a test smoke ring out into the starry night sky. Yep, still got it. She smiled contentedly and smoked for awhile, the dog curled at her feet. It was quiet out here. A light breeze whispered in the apple trees her and Yuriy had planted so long ago. The pipe got a little too warm, so she set it down and just rocked for a while. Maybe I should just stay out here tonight, she thought. Not like I was getting much sleeping done inside. It was going to be time to get up in a few hours, anyway. Just stay here, keep rocking. Let the wind blow. Stay quiet. Be still. Rock back. And forth. and back. and forth.

6:00 = Roy

Ishval. All he ever thought about these days was Ishval. The rain wasn’t helping. He had been stuck inside going to meetings all week. Mind-numbing stuff. This is not why he’d signed up to be a state alchemist. All these meetings and paperwork were getting in the way of...what? Sometimes, if he was being honest, Roy didn’t really know. At first, the path had been clear. Take this job, accept this assignment, fill out these forms. Drag yourself through enough mud, they’d assured him, and your gilded cage was waiting for you at the end. So he had, in central command, then at Briggs, and then - Ishval. There were some things you just couldn’t unsee, things that played out again and again on the blank wall you were staring at, trying desperately to put out the fires in your mind so you could sleep.

Tonight, it was the hospital camp they had taken, early on in the conflict. His superior officer assured him that the wounded were to be taken alive, as prisoners, unless absolutely necessary for the safety of their men. The position they held was valuable, and wounded Ishvalans didn’t pose much of a threat. But of course there’d been complications. It was an ambush. The rebel troops burst at them from all directions, and the order was given to light up the camp. Together, he and Kimblee had reduced the entire area to ash and rubble. They’d celebrated that victory that night, bits of wheelchairs and stretchers littering the ground around their bonfire. Another victory like that might have killed him.

Roy rolled over to his other side and willed himself to close his eyes. He hadn’t slept a wink all night. Make that the past three nights. Damn, this rain had to stop. He could hear it pattering merrily on the windowsill outside, mocking him. He felt so useless in the rain. Lately, he’d felt useless anywhere. What was this all even for? What was he trying to do? Could a country like Amestris really be saved? Could it come back from the brink of destruction? Could it ever atone for Ishval?

Just as his mind had given up trying to solve that conundrum, he jerked awake. His clock struck 0600. Time to get up.

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dacreskars · 6 years ago

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It’s Complicated (Part 2)

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Trevante Rhodes x Reader

A/N: sorry I’m late posting this...it been a long ass day and I was trying to hurry up and finish this so if it sucks im sorry I promise the next chapters will be good (I hope).

It’s Monday morning and you’re finally back at work after what felt like the longest weekend ever. You sat in your office when you see Maya walking towards your office. She excitedly walks and and sits in the chair in front of your desk.

“So how was it?” She asks leaning in.

“How was what?” You ask her.

“Bitch! Your date with Roman, considering you hadn’t called you text me all weekend I’m gonna say your weekend was a little busy.” Maya says winking at you.

“It was a busy weekend...just not with Roman.” You say giving her a look.

“What happened?” Maya sighs with a disappointed look on her face.

“Roman never showed the fuck up that’s why happened.” You say standing up from your chair.

“Are you fucking serious? I’m gonna fucking kill him.” She yells.

“No it’s cool even though your good deed went wrong there was something good that came out of it.” You sit on the desk in from of Maya. “Even though Roman never showed up I met another guy and I actually had a amazing night. And before you ask no we didn’t sleep together.” You tell her.

“Why not?” She questions.

“Because we were getting to know each other like normal ass humans and plus he didn’t really seem like the type.” You continue.

“Spill it who is he?” Maya says getting closer to you.

“His name is Trevante, he’s a lawyer and he’s fine ass fuck.” You smile.

“Well then shit fuck Roman.” Maya laughs.

A few minutes later Ava’s assistant comes into your office to let you know that Ava wanted to see you to talk about a upcoming shoot. Maya leaves and heads back to her desk while you go to Ava’s office.

After a day of getting things set up for a shoot that was coming up you tiredly grabbed all your stuff and went home. As soon as you got home you received a text from Tre. He wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime this week. You told him that you had to go to San Francisco for work but when you came back you were available. You later got ready for bed and prepare yourself for work tomorrow knowing it was gonna be hectic especially because you knew Ava was gonna try to change plans at the last minute.

You walked into work the next morning to people scrambling all over trying to find pieces for the photoshoot that was scheduled for tomorrow. You went to your office to put your stuff away and make your way to Ava’s office to make sure everything was set before you left for San Francisco later tonight. To your surprise Ava didn’t really change much of what was originally planned which made it easier to finish what needed to be done.

You and Maya were boarding your plane when you got a call from Trevante. “Hey how are you?” You ask. “I’m amazing actually how about you?” He replies. “I’m doing really well. I’m sorry but can I call you back my plane is about to take off?” You tell him. “Yeah sure just call me when you get there or when your not busy.” Trevante say. You say your goodbyes and hang up your phone and put it away.

You spent three days working on this shoot and you were exhausted. The last three days were spent on sets and making sure everything was going smoothly. When you did get time for yourself you spent it trying to get some sleep even if it meant a little 10-20 minute nap. You were in your hotel room getting stuff together for the next day. You get a call from Maya saying that everyone was headed back to LA in the morning because they had everything they needed.

Friday morning you arrive back in LA and instead of going straight to work you took the day off and stayed home to rest. You showered then watched tv for a few minutes before you drift off to sleep. After about 4 hours you woke up and made yourself something to eat. You decide to call Tre to make plans to got out after a few rings he answers.

“Hey Y/N!” He answers.

“Hey! Am I interrupting anything.” You say.

“No you’re good I was just walking out of a meeting. What’s up?” Tre asks.

“Sorry about not calling you back work got crazy and I forgot.” You say apologetically.

“No worries I understand.” He pauses and you start to speak but he continues. “Are you free tonight?” He asks.

“Yeah I’m free!” You tell him.

“Ok cool I’ll pick you at 8:30.” Tre says.

“Perfect see you then. I’ll text you my address.” You smile.

“Perfect see you soon.” He says before hanging up.

Later that night you got ready and fixed up your hair and make up when your doorbell rang. You answer the door to Trevante standing there with a huge smile look as gorgeous as every. You let him in as you grabbed your purse and put your shoes on. The two of you walk to his car and he opens the door for you. He gets in the car and starts to drive to your location.

“So where are we going?” You ask looking at him.

“To this new restaurant downtown.” He says as he glances at you.

The rest of the ride was silent with a few stares and glances back and forth with each other. When you get to the restaurant Trevante get out the car and opens your door as he guides you inside. You’re greeted by the hostess and she escorts you to your table. You sit down as your waiter walks up to take your drink order. A few minutes later you waiter shows up with your drinks and takes your food orders before leaving again.

After a brief silence you look up at Trevante and notice him looking at you.

“What?” You laugh.

“Nothing you’re just beautiful.” He says smiling back at you. You laugh again and he starts talking.

“How was San Francisco?” Trevante asks.

“It was crazy, kinda wish I got to explore more of the city but we had so much to do in so little time. I’d love to go back one day and actually see the city.” You tell him. “What about you how’s being lawyer?” You continue.

“It’s good actually I get to handle so really high profile cases and some really crazy ones.” He says.

You food soon arrives and both of you eat while continuing your conversation. When you were done you left and Trevante started to take you home. On the drive Tre’s rest his hand on your leg. Your breath started to hitch and you suddenly became hot. You rolled down your window a little to cool down as you pulled up in front of your apartment.

Trevante gets out of the car and helps you to walk you to your door. You two didn’t say anything until you got to your apartment door. You thanked him for everything and he suddenly pulls you in for a kiss. You get into you apartment and continue kissing Tre as both of you undressed each other. Trevante picks you up carrying you to your bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and kisses you once more and starts to trail kisses from your neck to in between your thighs. After what felt like hours both you and Trevante finally meet your release. You went to the bathroom and came back out to lay in bed with Tre has you watched tv. After a while he drifted off to sleep and you later on his chest as you fell asleep soon after.

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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Where did you get the pants you are wearing from? They’re my sister’s; I borrowed them for the semester because these shorts are conducive for my PE classes, but since we already finished the class last week I should probs give it back to her soon. Do you find smoking unattractive? I used to, but now I can’t really say that I hate it. Have your parents ever searched your personal belongings? They did, back in Grade 6. They took away two of my very private diaries and ever since then I never wrote down my thoughts in a notebook. I never did get the two back. Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? I thought I could, then my friends made me try a margarita a month after I turned 18 hahaha. Is there someone you'll never forget? There are loads of people I haven’t and will never forget; this is a very broad question.

Do you miss someone right now? Yes. Last time you were on the phone? Just to use it? Maybe some four minutes ago. But the last time I was on a call – if that’s what you meant – was last night. Do you get distracted easily? Yeup. Earlier I was doing a reading, picked up my phone for a short break, then never realized I was on my phone for the next two hours. Have your parents ever caught you drinking? They never ‘caught’ me; whenever I do drink I let them know/ask permission. I respect them enough to do that because I know how alcohol had nearly ruined our family in the past. Do you think flirting is cheating? Uhhhhhhh yes. Do you hate the last girl, other than family, you had a conversation with? I could never hate Gab. Who was the last person you sat next to in a car with? It was my brother. Is your room messy or clean? Fairly clean. I had a general cleaning of my room not too long ago. Do you drink tea? Not the hot or herbal kind. I only have iced tea occasionally. Wish you could be somewhere else right now? Sort of? Kind of? Idk it’s either way. I’m content that I’m home but I wouldn’t mind being out drinking right now too. What are you listening to right now? I can only hear the electric fan’s white noise. I don’t feel like listening to music. Where did you get your last bruise from? I don’t remember my most recent bruise but it probably has something to do with PE and me hitting the mat/floor way too hard. Are you looking forward to anything? The weekend. When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? The fact that I stared at this question for a good minute must mean I haven’t thought this in a while lmao. That’s gotta be a good thing! Whose house where you last at? Other than mine, Gab’s. When someone says 'we need to talk', what do you think: If I know that that person doesn’t have a problem/potential problem with me, I just assume it’s something light. The only time this was said to me and it turned out to be something bad was my mom gathering us to say that our grandpa died, so I don’t really have a bad experience in general with that sentence. Tell me what's on your mind? I would have been able to sleep in tomorrow if I didn’t accept a 10 AM commitment and now I’m hating myself loads. It’s exhausting to accept an executive position sometimes. Will you be in bed before 11 tonight? I doubt it; it’s already 9:55 and I just started on this survey. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? It’s fine, but it’s not super solid or anything. They don’t know anything about me other than what I post on Facebook. How much money did you spend today? I spent P45 on an egg and cheese sandwich just to get through my hunger this morning, and my orders from online shopping came so I dropped P1,120 on that hahaha. In other words, I’m slowly GOING BROKE Can you see a cat from where you're sitting? Nope. I can see a dog, though. Who was your last text from? My professor for a history class. I’m the beadle in this class, so he texts me reminders from time to time. What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? It’s fairly new so it hasn’t acted up ever. The only bad thing that happens to it is me dropping it D: What's been upsetting you lately? I am so fucking burned out from this semester and just wish it’s over already. Is there anyone getting on your nerves at the moment? Nope, everyone’s safe. Is there a member of the opposite sex on your mind? Nopes.

Last place you fell asleep other than a bed? The living room couch, I think. Does it take a lot to make you cry? Not at all. I’m an easy target. Do you have a dog? Yes, the goodest and bestest. Do you like to wear pants? No, I hate jeans and wish I had more shorts than jeans. How many people do you trust fully? I trust everybody I know, is the thing. I feel like my loved ones and friends deserve that. But I can cut off ties with them very easily if they abuse that trust. When you're bored in class, what do you usually do? I use my phone but make sure I’m hidden behind my laptop. If that’s too risky, I’ll doodle whatever lyrics on my notebook (if I’m writing). Otherwise I’d just check my social media on my laptop. What’s your favorite color out of these five? Green, Yellow, Blue, Pink: Pink. What was the first thing you said when you woke up today? “...Already?” I set my alarms this morning for 4 AM, 4:30 AM, and 5:30 AM. I woke up at the 4 AM alarm, went back to sleep, and the next alarm that woke me was the 5:30 one. I must have turned off the 4:30 one too but I was probably half-sleepy and groggy AS FUCK because I don’t remember turning that one off at all. Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday? Yeah. I kinda have to because the way I run during the day depends on the amount of sleep I get. Ever like someone older than you? I haven’t. What's your favorite amusement park? I don’t really have any. Universal Studios in Singapore was great fun though. Are you cold at this very moment? A little bit. I’ve since turned on the AC and also have an electric fan directed at me, so I’m quite chilly. Do you prefer people who talk a lot or are quiet? Depends on my mood..sometimes I’m talkative, and sometimes I just want to be on my laptop and be undisturbed. Is there someone in your life you wish you never met? Other than incompetent groupmates from past projects who temporarily made my life a living hell, not really. How many hours of sleep do you need to function? 7 to 10. Nothing more, nothing less. What do you think Avril Lavigne is doing at the moment? This question is so creepy. What's one fear are you most paranoid about? Not getting a nice enough job that doesn’t pay enough. Have you ran into an old friend recently? A couple of weeks ago I bumped into Mils; I was headed to my car and she was headed to class. It was super brief; we just said hi and she complimented my water bottle (which I have since lost lmao). Have you ever had a song stuck in your head for more than a day? Most likely. Could you go a whole year without cursing? I doubt it. Would you rather give up the computer or the TV? TV! I gave that up like, 6 years ago lol. That’s no problem for me now. Have you ever liked someone who had a girl/boyfriend? No, I haven’t. As of this minute, what is going through your mind? I want to play Mario Kart Tour again but I have to finish this survey first. Does anyone know your password besides you? Gab and my sister. Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? I dunno, I’ve never been in that situation. Have you ever ridden a horse? Yes. Are you a patient person? I’m patient with people more; I don’t like the other aspects of waiting, like traffic or waiting in line for something. Could you go a day without eating? I could, but it would suck and it would hurt and I’d probably pass out. Honestly, are things going the way you planned? More than, I guess. I mean I didn’t plan on making it to 21, so I guess everything I do from here on out is more than what I had planned. Are you a forgiving person? No. I prefer holding grudges. When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH YES What is something you disliked about today? My anthropology professor instructed us to watch a film over the weekend. Completely forgot about it of course, and crammed my viewing the night before even though I was already tired. Today, I walked into the room to find out we were gonna watch the exact same movie as a class anyway; meaning I could have rested up last night lolololololol but guess not When's the last time you had a headache? A week ago, I think. Is there anything that you are craving right now? A burger from Pound :( And samgyupsal, ughhhhhhhh. What was the first thing you thought of this morning? How I fucking hate my Wednesday schedule. What part of your body hurts right now? I’m good at the moment. Eyes are starting to feel heavy though. Is there anyone you would like to just appear at your front door right now? Not really. Gab’s working tonight and I wouldn’t want her to drop everything just to surprise me at home. What is something that you realized today? I really dislike my course. I had a very productive afternoon today and started work on each of my final requirements for all my classes this semester – I met progress with every single major requirement, except for those of my journ electives, about which I could really not care less. Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be? No. Do you remember who your first crush was? Yeah, my 5th grade science teacher. I remember feeling ashamed to disclose it on these surveys back when I was new to this, but it’s been like ten years and I’ve gotten old as fuck and I can just spit it out now lmao. Ever walked into the guy's bathroom? I don’t think so. Have you ever cried from being so mad? Sure. What's a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? Binoculars. Do you have a bad temper? I can, most especially on my period. How many wives or husbands do you want? Wow, just one please. What's the closest pink object to you? My keyboard cover. Do you consider yourself lucky? No. Whats on your bedroom floor right now? A single sock that I’m too lazy to pick up for now, and my dog. Do you trust anyone? I trust lots of people. What's your favorite color gummy bear? Maybe red? I like strawberry/cherry flavored gummies. What's the last movie you saw in the theater? Portrait of a Lady on Fire. If you could push one person off of a mountain, who would it be? Duterte. Wish you could be somewhere else right now? Meh, yes and no. What color is your iPod? I don’t use it anymore, but my Nano is blue. What should you be doing right now? Sleeping maybe? Or at least settling in. Do you like roller coasters? Nope. One famous guy you would marry in an instance? Does it have to be a guy? I got nothing.

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quicksilversquared · 6 years ago

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How to Fake a Marriage Ch. 32

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Saturday morning, Adrien groaned as he woke up to the sound of an alarm blaring. He lay there for a few moments- it was Marinette's alarm, and she always turned it off pretty quickly- but the lump at his side didn't even budge.

In the background, the alarm continued to beep.

Frowning, Adrien pushed himself up and reached over Marinette to turn the alarm off before bending down to check on his girlfriend. Within a second, it became obvious that Marinette was very much asleep. Her breathing was deep and even, and she hadn't even budged on the bed.

Okay, so she clearly needed more sleep. Adrien checked her phone to make sure that she didn't have any more alarms set (she didn't; clearly she had been planning on getting up with the first one) and then he rolled back over to fall asleep.

Maybe he should have tried to wake her up, but Adrien was worried. She had been pushing so hard to get things finished for weeks now, stressing out and worrying herself into the ground. Adrien knew that she had made a lot of progress on her commissions, too- of her twelve commissions, nine were finished, two were nearly done, and one, well...

The last one required some work still, but there would be plenty of time. They had all weekend and the week, and after that was Easter Break.

Adrien fell back asleep, one hand resting against Marinette's hair. He didn't wake up again until the bed shook and he heard a shriek of "What do you mean it's ten-thirty?"

It took Adrien a few seconds to remember that a) it was the weekend, so he didn't need to try to scramble to try to get ready as well and b) it was 100% his fault that they slept so late, so he should probably be working on keeping Marinette from panicking too much.

"It's still plenty early," Adrien said, reaching out to snag Marinette before she could shoot out of bed and end up tripping over her own feet and hurting herself in the scramble. "Bugaboo, slow down. There's plenty of time in the day still. And since you got enough sleep, maybe you'll be able to focus better."

Marinette blinked and turned to look at him. "Wait- did you turn the alarm off?"

"You were sleeping through it, so I figured that you could use the extra time." Adrien slid out of bed after Marinette. "And you're mostly caught up with commissions. It's not going to help anything if you end up making mistakes because you're exhausted or if you work so long that you make yourself sick."

"Oh, I suppose. I just want to get everything finished before break, though!" Marinette yanked a new shirt on and hopped across the room as she tugged on a pair of lounge pants. She snagged a comb and started yanking it through her hair. "And I'm so close! I want to get a lot done this weekend so I can maybe take it a little easier during the week."

Adrien nodded to thin air. Marinette was already in the bathroom, frantically brushing her teeth. With a sigh, Adrien decided to head out to the kitchen to get breakfast ready.

"That was nice of you to let her sleep," Tikki said, popping out of the hall closet. Plagg was close behind, probably because he wanted his morning cheese. "She's been yawning at work really often."

"Are you telling on me?" Marinette demanded incredulously from the bathroom. "Tikki!"

"We just want you to take care of yourself, love!" Adrien called over his shoulder. "If you aren't doing anything wrong, then Tikki wouldn't be able to tell on you!"

He got a rather rude noise as a response. Laughing, Adrien headed to the kitchen and got some toast going.

Twenty minutes later, Marinette had been fed and headed over to work in her apartment. Adrien cleaned up and tried to figure out how he could help her now. There was no hardware to attach to anything, no chains to cut, no more screen printed shirts to iron (because Adrien had spent all. week. long. chipping away at those to get them finished)... but there were several boxes to mail yet, sitting in a neat stack just inside Marinette's door. He could get those mailed off before the post office closed for the day, and then Marinette would be able to fully check those commissions off of her list.

(Adrien was pretty sure that by the time the last of the commissions got sent off, everyone at the post office was going to know him by name. Since he could only carry two boxes at most over at a time, he had been making a lot of trips.)

"I bet you'll be glad when this is all done," Plagg said as he rode along on Adrien's shoulder as Adrien struggled to carry the two large boxes. "Then you'll have your wife all to yourself again!"

"She'll still be taking commissions, just not so many so she won't be so stressed. Hopefully she'll only be working for an hour or two every night instead of four." Adrien paused to push one of the boxes against a railing to he could adjust his grip. "But yeah, I'm looking forward to this batch of commissions being over. She's planning on taking a bit of a break from the commissions to recalibrate a bit so she can do quality work again, so I'm looking forward to that." It looked like the start of her break was going to line up well with the start of his break. Adrien had a large rough draft paper project due plus two midterms that he really had to study for, so he would be busy for most of the week. Any study breaks he took would be spent helping Marinette finish up in any way he could.

It was going to be a busy week.

"Dude, I thought you normally started studying ages ahead of time," Paul commented when he saw Adrien studying before class on Wednesday. "What's going on?"

"I've been spending a lot of time helping Marinette with commissions." Adrien flipped the page and kept reading. "She's only catching up now, so I'm having to crunch all of my study time. It's not that bad, though. And part of the problem was that I had the Quantum Mechanics exam last week and I had to really focus on that then."

Paul winced and nodded. "Yeah, that exam was hard. But it looked like you sailed right through it!"

"Yeah, because I studied!" Adrien had been pleasantly surprised at how straightforward the exam had seemed, so much so that he had spent a fair amount of time reviewing all of the questions and his answers just to make sure he hadn't misunderstood anything. Part of him was still worried that he had forgotten or misunderstood something important, but they were meant to be getting the scores back during class today. "I just really want to know how I did. Like, I think I did well, but who knows."

"I already know what's going to happen," one of Paul's other friends joked from the next row back. "You're going to do better than most of us and you'll still wish that you had done better, because you'll have made, like, three 'stupid' mistakes."

Adrien shrugged. So he had high standards, so what. He didn't like losing points on things that he should have gotten right.

Adrien had to put the book away as the professor entered, stack of graded exams in her arms. Everyone sat up and watched as she handed the exams back. Some people looked thrilled when they got their papers back. Others shrugged and put their returned exams away- they must have gotten the grades that they were expecting- while others groaned, flipping through the pages to see where they had gone wrong. Paul made a bit of a face at his paper before flipping through. Adrien accepted his own paper from the professor and grinned at the near-perfect score.

Clearly even spending so much time helping Marinette hadn't affected his scores. Marinette would be pleased to hear that, since she had been so concerned about how her mistakes when it came to dealing with commissions were costing him study time, too.

Adrien practically hummed his way through the rest of the day. He returned home to his apartment, studied for a couple hours, then did a quick run to the post office to mail one more package of clothes. Marinette just had one more commission to finish now, and based on the state of the pieces around the sewing machine, she didn't have too much longer to go. They were more intricate than a lot of the other designs- apparently the band had some sort of owl theme and an owl's face had to be worked both into the design of the jacket and the top. It was a gorgeous design, one that would no doubt have the band coming back for more- but it was a lot of little fiddly pieces, a lot of piecing, a lot of short seams and odd joins.

Adrien was of the opinion that it was very good that this particular commission was the last one. Marinette could take her time working on it instead of feeling like she had to rush at all.

Once the package was in the mail, Adrien headed back to his apartment to study. He was busy writing up a summary sheet when Marinette arrived home, looking a little wilted.

"Photoshoot day," Marinette explained. She shoved her hair back out of her face. "Lots of hot lights that we had to run around in all day. I don't know how the models do it."

Adrien grinned at that. "Easy. We don't run around. We just sit and look pretty and try to keep out of the way of the people running around."

"I'm taking a shower," Marinette decided. "I feel half-dead right now, but I still want to work on my commission like normal tonight. If I keep working on it, I'll be done with it and have it sent off before my birthday!" She headed towards the bathroom, still talking as she went and completely missing the frozen look on Adrien's face. "That'll be nice, to just be able to kick back and relax then."

"Right, right, of course!"

Tikki gave him a somewhat unimpressed look as soon as the bathroom door shut and they heard the water start running. "You forgot, didn't you?"

"I knew it was coming up," Adrien defended himself. He checked the calendar on his phone. "And I know it's on Saturday. I just wasn't on top of, ah, remembering stuff." He scrambled for a second, trying to think of what he could do for Marinette's birthday. She had indicated interest in having a relaxing day, which meant nothing crazy. Maybe he could invite a few of Marinette's closest colleagues and friends for a dinner together and they could all eat out somewhere. He didn't know what he could get her as a gift, though. If he could buy relaxation...

Suddenly it hit him like a train. He and Marinette had talked about going to the Bath spa at some point, and they hadn't done that yet. They could both use some relaxation time in the warm waters and maybe even a massage. Adrien scrambled for his computer, pulling up the Bath Spa page. He scrolled through page after page, trying to figure out when they would want to go. It would be easiest to go Sunday, because Marinette wouldn't have work, but Sundays were busy and it sounded like the services would be more limited. Midweek was least busy, but Adrien wasn't sure how good of an idea interrupting Marinette's work week would be.

Monday would probably work best, then. It was definitely a good thing that Marinette wouldn't be returning to Paris until Thursday evening and that he hadn't gotten his train tickets yet (much to Nathalie's everlasting ire). Sure, he was meant to have fittings Tuesday, but if he got an early train back to Paris then maybe the fittings could be pushed to Tuesday afternoon and evening.

But what if there was something going on at Madam Rosalie's on Monday that Marinette wouldn't want to miss? He wouldn't want that to happen and make a day at the spa turn into a stress fest. Maybe he could ask Madam Rosalie, but then again, she might not know everything about what was going on in Marinette's design group at all times. It would be better to ask one of the members on Marinette's team.

"Is Sarah home, do you know?" Adrien asked Tikki. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You aren't going to ask her about what to get Marinette, are you?"

"So little faith! No, I just want to ask her about timing for Marinette's present." Adrien headed for the door, figuring that since Marinette was home, Sarah probably was as well. "And I might ask about if people on Marinette's team might be interested in getting together on Saturday."

"Oh!" Tikki promptly cheered right back up. "Okay! In that case, Sarah is home."

Adrien checked to make sure he hadn't left his computer open to the Bath Spa page and then headed upstairs to Sarah's apartment. She answered within a couple seconds and raised an eyebrow when she saw him standing there. "Adrien! Does Marinette need more help on something? I think I'm too wiped to be much help today."

"She's good with the commissions right now," Adrien told her. "I just had a question- is there anything important going on at work on Monday? I wanted to get Marinette a trip to the spa up in Bath for her birthday, and from what I can tell it would be best to go on Monday instead of over the weekend so it's not so busy."

"It's her birthday soon?" Sarah sounded surprised. "Oh! Shoot, we totally forgot. She should have said something! We always go out for lunch or dinner when it's someone's birthday. I'll have to tell the rest of our team. What day is it?"

"Saturday."

"She should have said something," Sarah repeated. "I think most of us should be able to be here, though. How does dinner on Saturday sound? Do you know what her favorite restaurant is?"

"That Greek place down the road is a big favorite of hers," Adrien told her. "But about Monday-"

"It's just a normal day," Sarah assured him. "And I can talk to the head of our group to make sure Monday stays normal so Marinette can miss it. Do you know what you're doing at the spa? There's some really great massages and everything."

Adrien just grinned and shrugged. "I figured that I would leave the specifics up to Marinette to decide. I'm guessing that she'll probably go for some sort of massage , though, after all of the time she's spent bent over her sewing machine lately." At the rate they were going, both of them were going to have aching backs like a pair of elderly grandparents before they got back to London. He had seen her stretching and twisting like he did whenever his back got stiff, and more and more frequently. "Have you been? Any suggestions?"

"I like the traditional massage, but then again that's the only one I've ever done." Sarah grinned. "So maybe I'm not the best person to ask. And I've only done it twice, since that place is expensive. But it was great."

"Fabulous." Adrien couldn't help but smile as well. Hopefully Marinette would like her present. "So, what time do you think would work best on Saturday?"

The last piece of the commissions was finished Friday afternoon and mailed three minutes before the post office closed, and the last of the edits for the last album cover was sent off several hours later. Once it was sent off, Marinette collapsed in bed and just slept for a solid fifteen hours. Adrien did his best to not wake her up either when he went to bed or when he got up Saturday morning, though he did fetch his heated rice pack and arrange it on her back for her both times in hopes that it might help alleviate some of the pain that she was getting from being hunched over her sketchpad (or her tablet, or her sewing machine) for so long.

"Ah, she lives!" Adrien announced with a grin when Marinette stumbled into the kitchen mid-morning, yawning widely. "Happy birthday, Bug."

"Mm-hmm." Marinette yawned again and hugged him. Adrien tried not to laugh as she snuggled into his chest.

"Are you seriously still tired?"

"No making fun of the birthday girl," Marinette informed him. "'S not nice."

Tikki giggled. "But Marinette, you've been sleeping forever! Do you even know what day it is anymore?"

For a moment, Marinette looked truly alarmed. Then Tikki giggled, and Marinette pouted as she swatted at her kwami. "Don't joke like that! I thought I had slept for an entire day for a minute!"

"Technically, if it were Sunday, you would have slept for a day and a half," Adrien teased, dodging his own swat. "And I wouldn't have said anything about your birthday, either."

"Ooh, you're being terrible," Marinette grumbled, but she kissed him anyway. "So what are we doing today?"

"Besides sleeping, you mean- ah! I yield, I yield!" Adrien yelped, dancing away from a pouting Marinette. "Well, I was making mac 'n cheese for lunch, and then we can do your favorite Greek place for dinner? It sounds like some of your team members want to join us for that."

Marinette perked up. "Really? We did lunch last year, but I thought maybe we wouldn't this year since my birthday is on the weekend."

"So you didn't even mention it?" Adrien asked incredulously. "I said something to Sarah and she immediately started asking around to see if people could come. She said that someone named Lily wouldn't be able to make it because she was going home to see her parents, but the others could come."

The first part of the day went by fast enough (probably because Marinette had slept through most of it), and then they were heading down the sidewalk towards the restaurant. Adrien carried his present for Marinette (wrapped in festive paper) in the bag hanging at his side, just in case the opportunity came up to give it to her while they were at dinner. Sarah had texted them to say that she and several others were already at the restaurant, holding a table so that they wouldn't find themselves standing around waiting during the diner rush.

"I actually first ate here for Ellen's birthday last summer," Marinette told him as Adrien ushered her in the restaurant's door in front of him. At his slightly puzzled look- who was Ellen, again?- Marinette explained. "She was an intern last year, but now she's working at some fashion house up in Glasgow, I think. It was closer to where she grew up, so she could see her family more often."

"Aha."

"Oh, look, there they are!" Marinette exclaimed, pointing. Adrien glanced over and saw six people sitting around a series of tables pushed together in the middle of the room. He recognized most of them, either from other dinners together or from ducking into Marinette's workplace. Only two of them were guys, which surprised Adrien slightly. He had always gotten the impression from his father that there were a good number of aspiring male fashion designers as well, nearly as many as women designers, but Marinette's team was apparently skewed two guys to six women.

"There's a lot of women on your team, aren't there?" Adrien asked Marinette as they headed towards the table. "Is that typical?"

Marinette shrugged. "Yeah, at least at Madam Rosalie's place. Her aesthetic is just something that draws more women than men, I guess." She giggled. "We design practical stuff for women, that's probably a deciding factor. A lot of men don't tend to think about things like pockets and bra straps when they're designing tops and dresses, and that's fine in some companies. Not for Madam Rosalie's, though."

"Happy Birthday, Marinette!" the table chorused as they approached. Marinette turned a bit pink as all of the attention turned to her, and several people from other tables turned as well to glance over. She didn't waste any time in settling down in one of the chairs that had been left open in the middle of the table and waving shyly to everyone. Shannon laughed.

"Don't go turning so shy on us! Man, is it ever a good thing we hadn't gotten the chance to ask the servers if they ever sing to people on their birthdays."

"Oh, don't tease her like that," Mrs. Kelley scolded playfully. "And happy birthday, dear. I'm glad you chose this place. It's my favorite, too."

Even with as busy as the restaurant was, it didn't take long for them to order and for a couple appetizer plates to arrive. The eight of them laughed and talked as they waited for their meal to arrive, and Adrien learned more about everything that was going on at Madam Rosalie's. With the spring Fashion Week done and a number of photoshoots for late spring and early summer done, they were in a bit of a lull now, getting final polishes done on the spring lines and little details cleaned up before they could move on to proper summer designs. Pieces from photoshoots and runway had to be put away, and shoes and repeat accessories sold off. They had to communicate with the manufacturer how to make specific pieces so they would match what was shown in the catalogue, and then the fabric room had to be reorganized so that the heavier-weight fabrics and more wintery colors were put away until fall and the light cottons and silks and pale-colored fabrics more common in summer were brought forward for easier access.

"I kind of just want to go driving into the scraps and fabric ends bin and see what I could make out of some of that stuff," Emily admitted. "Like, just make something crazy, something I would wear but that might not sell really, really well. I've seen patchwork dresses before and I would love to make one. Or five, or ten, or-"

Shannon was laughing. "Okay, okay, we get it," she teased. "But honestly, I think it would be fun to just go bin-diving some time and then have some quality alone time with the fabric and a sewing machine, just to see what would come out. There's some crazy variety in the fabrics in there."

Adrien couldn't help grinning and shaking his head at the number of agreements from around the table. He would never stop being amazed by how creative designers could be, creating endless variations on dresses and shirts and skirts and jackets and everything, and on such a regular basis, too. If he saw a bin of leftover fabric, he would think quilt, or maybe...uh...

Yup, that was it. A quilt or maybe a pillowcase cover. Creative, he was not.

"I might be able to persuade Madam Rosalie to let you guys scavenge the bins," Mrs. Kelly offered. "I know she's mentioned before how full it's getting, and with the bit of a lull before we really have to dive into the summer stuff. We might have to put it aside at a moment's notice to do actual work, though."

There was a cheer around the table.

Dinner arrived shortly, and they all dug in. Adrien had to swat Marinette's fingers away she tried to swipe a slice of pita bread from his plate, and then the second his back was turned to talk to Justin, the pita bread piece mysteriously vanished.

Adrien sighed and stole a bite of her spinach-feta pie in retribution.

It didn't take long for them to finish their meal, even with all of the talking and laughter among the group. They ordered dessert, and while they were waiting Mrs. Kelly passed a colorful bag down the table to Marinette.

"We all pitched in to give you a little something for your birthday," she told Marinette. "And I might have done a small amount of digging in the ends bin, too."

Grinning, Marinette took the bag and pulled it down into her lap to peer into the large bag, The first thing she pulled out was a clear bag of what looked like fairly common sewing supplies- a set of white pens, rotary cutter blades, and three seam cutters, plus what was apparently a sharpening stone for her scissors. Adrien was puzzled- surely Marinette's coworkers knew that she already had stuff like that, and she had gotten some similar stuff from her parents at Christmas- but Marinette seemed thrilled.

"Oh, this is great!" she was exclaiming, digging through the bag. "My marking pens are all practically dry after all that leather from the commissions, and I swear every blade I own is pretty dull. And I can always use more seam rippers!"

"Yes, I know," Sarah told her dryly. "Considering that you told me that you own five and yet it still took you five minutes to track down any of them whenever we needed one."

...ooookay, so maybe he didn't have a great idea of what designers did and didn't need, despite being the son of one and dating another. Huh.

Maybe he should start taking notes.

The next thing to come out of the bag was a small iron and something rolled up in a tube. Marinette inspected the packaging and then grinned. "A travel iron and roll-up ironing mat! That's great!"

"We figured that a small iron would mean that you would be able to take it back to Paris once you're done in London," Abbey explained. "And it's useful for travel, too, if you need to iron something on the go but don't want to haul along a big iron. And that's a good brand, I have one just like it."

"Thank you!" Marinette exclaimed. "This is great. My old iron at home died right before I came over to London, so I'll definitely be using this all the time."

"And you'll be able to do your printed shirts whenever you want," Sarah pointed out. "Travel irons might be smaller than normal, but they don't lack anything in power."

Grinning, Marinette dug into the bag one last time, and pulled out several pieces of folded cloth. Adrien had been around designers for long enough to be able to tell that the pieces were probably no larger than half a meter (or a meter at most), but they were fun colors and clearly quality fabric. Adrien couldn't tell just by eyeballing the fabric if there would be enough for Marinette to make a shirt or skirt- he had no idea what kind of yardage was needed for anything, really- but judging by the gleam in Marinette's eyes, she probably already had plans.

"Oh, I loved working with this fabric!" Marinette exclaimed as she thumbed through the folded pieces. "This is great! Thanks, guys!"

There was a chorus of "You're welcome"s from around the table as Marinette packed her gifts back into her bag for easy carrying. While she was distracted, Adrien slid his present onto the table in front of her. It was a small box, not at all like the large bag that Marinette's coworkers had gotten her, but Adrien wouldn't let the difference in size bother him.

After all, great things could come in small packages, and he was sure that Marinette would love it.

Marinette blinked in surprise when she glanced back up and saw the package in front of her. It only took her a second to see the tag and glance over at Adrien with a questioning look before starting to unwrap it. The first thing she pulled out was a cute bird-shaped patchwork pincushion. Marinette groaned.

"Adrien!"

Adrien grinned as everyone around the table looked on in confusion. "What?"

"Still?"

"It was a good idea!"

"I'm lost," Abbey admitted. "What's wrong with it? That's a really cute pincushion."

"It's part of a joke," Marinette told the rest of the table, trying not to laugh. "It wouldn't make sense out of context, but he's been getting me something bird-themed for every holiday ever since Christmas."

Emily grinned at them. "So... just Christmas and now, or for Valentine's Day, too?"

Marinette froze, deer-in-the-headlights look on her face, and floundered. Adrien froze for a moment as well, then recovered and tried for some of that tried-and-true Chat Noir charm and smoothness. "Well, you know, it was an opportunity to give gifts, so I did."

"Well, it is pretty," Sarah told them, though she was grinning widely as well. "I don't know where you find stuff like that."

Adrien grinned at the opening that she had just handed him and Marinette groaned, burying her face in her arms. "Well, I had to do a bit of hunting, but I was happy with my catch in the end."

"I regret everything."

"You know it's funny."

"Is there something else in the box, Marinette?" Sarah asked, craning her neck to peer into the box. She glanced over at Adrien. "It looks like there's a brochure or something."

Marinette reached back into the box and pulled out the Bath spa brochure. Adrien had stuck a Post-it with the information for what day he had gotten the train tickets for and that he would pay for entry and whatever treatment she wanted. He had made sure to call ahead to check that there wouldn't be any groups taking up the spa and that there were treatment package spaces still available, so they wouldn't get to Bath and discover that they couldn't get in because something was reserved.

That would have stunk if that happened, especially since they had to have train tickets and Marinette would have to take a day off.

"I remembered that we had talked about going there last time we were in Bath," Adrien told Marinette. "And it would be a chance to relax after the last few weeks."

Marinette was grinning as she flipped through the brochure. "I love it!" Then she laughed. "I like the white-out over the prices. Very subtle."

Adrien grinned. "Yeah, I thought so too." He hadn't wanted Marinette obsessing over the prices and just trying to pick what might be cheapest over what she actually wanted to try. While yes, some of the spa packages were maybe a little expensive, it was hardly as though he couldn't afford it. He had years of modeling payments saved up, plus what he had earned the past summer with his job, and he only really had groceries as an expense at the moment thanks to his father paying for everything else. "So, does that work for you, going on Monday?"

"I already got it cleared with Madam Rosalie," Sarah piped up, grinning at Marinette's startled look. "She said to tell you to have fun."

"Well, I was already thinking about taking an extra day off next week to relax and get my head back on straight after all of those commissions and photoshoot week," Marinette admitted, a smile on her face as she flipped the brochure over again to look at one of the pictures. "So this is just, like, an upgrade of that day. Thanks, Adrien! I can't wait!"

It was mid-morning by the time Adrien and Marinette arrived at the train station on Monday, loaded down with bags packed with their swimming things and a light lunch. Marinette had left both her tablet and her sketchbook at their apartment after several minutes of consideration, admitting that if she brought either along, the idea that she should be looking for design inspiration would be in the back of her head the entire time.

"I feel like I've done nothing all weekend," Marinette admitted as they found their seats and settled in for the ride. "I haven't designed anything, the only reason I touched my sewing machine was to unplug it and get it covered so that it wouldn't get all dusty, and I haven't cleaned things up from my commissions at all. And I haven't responded to anyone on the wait list yet."

"Doing nothing is a good thing sometimes," Adrien reminded her, and he could see Tikki nodding in agreement just inside Marinette's bag. "You'll get creative burnout if you keep going at the rate you were going, and that's no good if you're in the middle of a commission. Add on to that the fact that it would affect you at work, too, and that wouldn't look good."

"No, it wouldn't," Marinette agreed. The train gave a small shudder as it started up, and then they were slowly starting to pull away from the station. "It helped- creatively, I mean- that what I was designing for commissions and what I design at Madam Rosalie's are so different in style, but there's only so many ideas I can come up with in a short amount of time."

The train picked up speed, and their conversation turned towards the upcoming holiday. Marinette was looking forward to going home, even if she would doubtless be spending at least a day working in the bakery. The stuff she helped with- the decorations, mostly- were apparently mindless work for her and were all but automatic after so many years and hundreds upon hundreds of similar treats decorated in just the same way. Adrien would be doing fittings, photoshoots, and commercials (what a surprise), leaving him with only odds and ends of time left to meet up with Alya and Nino.

Well, odds and ends and Thursday evening, when the newspaper contest people were hosting an awards dinner where the winners would be announced. They had learned the previous week that Alya had gotten past the semi-finalist pool and into the finalists, and she had invited them to join herself and Nino for the dinner since her parents weren't able to make it. Of course, both Adrien and Marinette had accepted. It would be a good time to be able to see their friends for an extended period of time, and if Alya won they would be able to celebrate with her.

And if she didn't win... well, they would be there to distract her, then. At least for a couple days.

"I think Ladybug and Chat Noir should make a short appearance if Alya wins," Adrien said as the train slowed for their stop. He scooped up their bags and pulled Marinette to her feet. "Not at the dinner itself, probably, since it'll be hard to excuse ourselves without it being obvious. But afterwards, once we've all gone home for the night."

Marinette grinned. "I think that would be a great idea! And it would be fun to go out for a run either way. It's been way too long."

It had been. Adrien's legs were itching to go out and run- he could tell that he had lost some muscle tone without his superhero activities and at some point, his photographer was going to notice as well.

Maybe he should look into getting a gym membership of some sort. It wouldn't be as much fun as going out as a superhero, but it would be better than not getting that energy out just because the moon was out or the weather was poor. It might also help him with his back problem if he spent more time moving and less sitting, since the problem seemed to be with him spending too much time sitting hunched over at a desk.

They headed down the sidewalk towards the spa, bags slung over their shoulders. They barely had to wait at all to pay for their passes. Marinette had picked out a couple's package that included a massage and a meal, a choice Adrien heartily approved of. He had once learned how to do a bit of a shoulder massage, but Marinette had gotten so tense over the past few weeks that having a professional work their magic would be much better. He had booked their treatment as soon as Marinette decided on it Saturday evening, and the massage would fall about halfway through their spa time.

"Oh, that's expensive," Marinette murmured immediately when the price came up. "Adrien-"

"Nope, you didn't see anything," Adrien teased her, sliding one hand over her eyes while he handed over his credit card to pay. "And honestly, it's not that much if you take everything into consideration. It's passes for four hours for two people, plus a meal for both of us, plus a massage for both of us. It would cost more if we got all of that separately."

"I don't need a massage-"

"But you wanted one and you're getting one, and it'll feel wonderful." Adrien signed the receipt and tucked his credit card back in his wallet and took the receipt and the bracelets the cashier handed him. He slid one on Marinette's wrist and the other on his own before urging her forward. He glanced at the receipt, checking the times on it. "We'll have some time in the pools first to unwind a bit, and then we'll have the massage. Now c'mon, let's go get changed."

"What about us?" Plagg wanted to know, peering out of Adrien's bag. "Do you expect us to stay in your bags for- what? Six hours, with the massage and the lunch and the pool time? That's forever."

Adrien sighed, poking Plagg back into the bag before anyone could see him. "No, you can go out as long as you don't get spotted and as long as you don't completely pig out in the kitchen. And if you aren't back by the time we leave, we'll hang around outside so we don't get charged for the extra time. Tikki, can you keep an eye on the clock once it's about time for us to leave?"

Tikki popped out, beaming up at him. "Don't worry, Adrien! I'll make sure we're back before your time runs out. And if we get too far from you, we'll know anyway."

Once again, Adrien couldn't be more thankful for Tikki. The little kwami could keep even Plagg in line so that Adrien wouldn't spend the whole time worrying about what trouble Plagg might be getting up to.

Once they had changed, the two of them wasted no time in heading down to the main pool area. Adrien hung back to let Marinette slid into the water first with a happy sigh (and no, he was not just doing that for the view), then followed.

Ahh. Oh, Adrien could see why people might come back here frequently. The warm water was heavenly, and the lazy tendrils of steam rising up from the water made the whole scene feel a bit surreal. There weren't a ton of other people in the pool, but the drifting steam obscured most of them from view, making it feel even more private.

Adrien just had to remember that it wasn't completely private and he couldn't kiss Marinette or flirt ridiculously. He could manage that. Probably.

"Oh, I like this." Marinette was already paddling around, flipping over to float on her back. "Best birthday gift ever."

"I hope you know that I'm doing my best to stop myself from splashing you," Adrien informed her with a grin. "But I figured that it wouldn't be very relaxing."

"Rude."

"Hey, I said I wouldn't do it!"

Marinette rolled back over onto her stomach to grin over at him. "Uh-huh. And I'm just supposed to trust you?"

Adrien pouted at her and reached through the water to snag her hand so he could press a kiss to her knuckles. "But of course, my lady! What do you think I am, a ratty alley cat?"

Marinette pasted on an overly thoughtful face, and Adrien laughed.

The two of them drifted between pools and even ventured over to try out one of the steam rooms. Adrien saw a couple people giving them lingering looks- apparently some people recognized him, and maybe Marinette as well- but the spa's ban on bringing phones or cameras into the pool area meant that no one was snapping pictures of him pulling faces at Marinette while she paddled in circles around him or both of them wandering around the spa together.

"I'm going to turn into a raisin by the time we leave, but I'll love every minute of it," Marinette told Adrien as they pulled themselves out of the pool to head over to where they were supposed to check in for their massage. "I'm so much more relaxed already."

"Hopefully this will relax you even more." Adrien guided Marinette around a corner with one hand on her back. "Your parents won't be happy with me if you go home with an aching back because you overworked yourself."

Marinette giggled. "What, did they tell you to keep me from overworking myself? They're so overprotective sometimes."

"They had me promise to try to keep you from overworking yourself when I got your sewing machine back in the fall," Adrien told her. "Which I failed to do, by the way, because someone didn't ever mention to me that she was absolutely buried in work. Which reminds me- I meant to ask Tikki why she didn't say anything, but I keep forgetting."

Marinette cringed. "Yes, well... I thought I had it under control, until I didn't. And I won't let it happen again. I'll only accept one commission at a time to work on, and I'll give myself really long deadlines. That way, I only need to do a little bit of work per night. I can be finished for the evening when you're done with your homework, or even before, and I can work on my own projects too if I want. And I'm going to take a break before I start anything else. I want designing to be fun again."

Adrien couldn't help but grin. He had hoped that Marinette would say that, but he hadn't been able to help worrying that Marinette would want to do two commissions at a time, or otherwise push herself to do as many commissions as possible without overwhelming herself just to get her resume and portfolio built up. He just hoped that she would keep the same attitude even months in the future, when the piles of commissions and late nights and her aching back were just distant memories.

"And promise me that you'll work on not sitting for so long that you hurt your back when you're doing schoolwork," Marinette said, looping her arm through Adrien's. "I wasn't the only one overworking myself in the past couple months."

"I promise," Adrien said immediately. "I just took Ben's advice too literally about the papers for classes this semester. He told me that too when he proofread everything before midterms, that I tried to shove three-quarters of a semester's work into a quarter of the time. He's making me suggested timelines again for next year's classes, since he's taking them now, and I've gotten strict instructions to stick to that schedule, or at least not get more than a week ahead." He made a face as a thought occurred to him. "But I'll have to find someone else to read through my essays for grammatical errors for me, since he'll be graduating. So I might try to be a couple weeks ahead of schedule- but nothing like what I did this semester, I swear!" he added quickly when Marinette gave him a displeased look. "It's just that since other people will be busy with their own projects at the same time I have stuff due, I'll need to have mine ready to proofread a little early. Or I'll try to find another proofreader from the tutoring center."

"And you'll remember to take breaks?"

"I'll take breaks to get up and stretch and walk around a bit," Adrien promised. "No more sitting for hours on end and only getting up if I want something to eat- or if Plagg wants to eat. I know the problem was that I was sitting for too long instead of getting up and moving around, because when I was younger I always had to do homework between akuma attacks and photoshoots and my other activities so I couldn't just be getting up and doing other stuff all the time. But enough about that- ready for our massage?"

It was two very relaxed and loose superheroes who left the spa several hours later, muscles freshly massaged and hair still damp from the pools. Plagg and Tikki had managed to return to their bags while Adrien and Marinette changed into their street clothes, so there was no need to wait around before they headed back towards the train station.

"I've never been so relaxed in my life," Marinette said happily, bumping up against Adrien's side as they walked. She stretched, bending backwards before continuing to walk. "It's hurt to bend like that for weeks, but now it's fine again."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." They paused at a street corner to let a car pass before crossing. "I'm glad that you picked that package. We got plenty of time in the pools, plus the massage, plus the meal. Totally worth it."

Getting on the train and sitting in the less-than-comfortable seats there was a bit of a shock after the uber-comfortable spa chairs, but Adrien wasn't going to let it bother him. Next to him, Marinette nodded off ten minutes into the ride, her head pillowed on his shoulder.

All in all, it had been a wonderful day and a very successful birthday present. Adrien wished that he wouldn't have to head back to Paris so early the next day, so he could have more time to spend with Marinette now that they were both so relaxed and ache-free. But he supposed that Marinette would be at work for the next couple days, and he would be earning money to replace what he had just spent (and then some) with his modeling, even if it wasn't the most enjoyable work in the world for him.

Smiling, Adrien settled back into his seat and adjusted Marinette's head against his shoulder. Perhaps they wouldn't get to have quite as much time together post-spa as he would have wanted, but he wasn't going to let that tarnish the time that they did get to spend together before he had to go back to Paris.

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lilaclilabear · 6 years ago

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Voltron Bingo: Sheith

here’s my second fill for @voltronbingo ! the prompt was once again chosen by my friends on our sheith server :)

i had some trouble relating “abandonment” to sheith, so this took some more time and effort than the last one. now, it’s important to listen to the songs in order because i arranged them to tell a story. hope you guys enjoy despite all the pain !

A B A N D O N M E N T

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1. what would i do (fur)

pre-kerberos; keith and shiro are both bad at maintaining relationships. their personalities make it difficult for people to stay with them, which is why they’re used to people leaving them alone. for keith, everyone around him has already given up on him and dubbed him as “the kid with discipline issues.” for shiro, so many lovers have left him after finding out about his illness, or even because shiro prioritizes his work over them.

2. because of you (kelly clarkson)

because of all the times keith has been abandoned, he is wary of people. he’s careful not to get to close to people, lest they leave him behind again. he carries this mindset even when shiro comes along, although, slowly but surely, he starts getting attached to him.

3. all i wanted (paramore)

after finding out that shiro had been selected to pilot the kerberos mission, keith is less happy than he thought he’d be. he wants to be happy for shiro, but finds that he can’t. he doesn’t want to go back to a life of being alone while waiting for shiro to come back.

4. i was an island (allison weiss)

post-kerb; after seeing the news of what happened on the kerberos mission, keith goes into a shock. he doesn’t want to believe that shiro is gone-- that shiro left him behind. he wants shiro to come back, crying that he can’t survive on his own again.

5. three cheers for five years (mayday parade)

after getting kicked out of the garrison, keith goes back to his shack in the dessert. he spends a lot of time thinking about shiro. he thinks about all the things they said they would do together, and all the promises they made. sometimes, they make him feel better about it all-- as if shiro would be back in a few years-- but most times, he ends up crying himself to sleep.

6. stay away from my friends (pierce the veil)

after some time, keith goes into a depressive state. everything around him somehow reminds him of shiro, but he wishes he wouldn’t associate everything with shiro (hence, “stay away from my ‘friends’”).he just wants to stop being depressed about it. he wants to forget shiro the way he forgot everyone else who abandoned him.

7. runaway (maroon 5)

over time, keith realizes that there are so many things he didn’t get to tell shiro, but he’s so tired of crying over it. instead, he feels bitter. he blames shiro for going on the mission and leaving him behind. he blames shiro for the way he feels.

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8. the night we met (lord huron)

post season 2; after shiro’s disappearance, keith goes back to the days he was still trying to cope with the news of the kerberos mission, only with the pain of being left behind twice. he wishes he could go back in time and stop himself from getting attached to shiro. maybe then, he thinks, he wouldn’t be feeling like this again.

9. nana (the 1975)

even as the days pass by, keith still struggles to cope with shiro’s disappearance. sometimes, he talks to shiro as if he’s still there. sometimes, he curls up on shiro’s bed and cries until he falls asleep. sometimes, he daydreams about shiro coming back as if he’d never disappeared.

10. all i want (kodaline)

even after becoming the black paladin, keith still hopes for shiro to come back. he’s angry at how well the others seem to be coping with his absence while he’s still questioning why shiro left him behind twice.

season 4; although he refuses to let it show, shiro wishes keith would come back to them. he wonders why keith left him almost as soon as he came back.

11. ghost of you (5 seconds of summer)

as more time passes after keith joins the blades, shiro starts to wonder if he was the reason keith left. it’s not long before he’s convinced that that’s the case, and the guilt slowly eats away at him. he misses keith’s presence, and thinks about him often.

12. lover, please stay (nothing but thieves)

post season 7; even after freeing earth from the galra, the paladins haven’t had the time to rest. they are always busy with meetings and missions to ensure the world’s safety and well being. as time passes by, keith can feel shiro growing distant. they don’t spend as much time together as they did before, and he barely even sees him either. at first, he tries to convince himself that they’re just busy with more important matters, but over time, the thought that shiro would leave him again ebbs away at him.

13. left alone (sleeping with sirens)

the stress that comes with being leaders slowly catch up to keith and shiro. more often than not, they take their frustration out on each other and end up arguing. one day, keith brings up the fact that he feels like shiro is growing distant, and shiro responds badly. he snaps, telling keith that there are more important matters than the state of their relationship. hurt, keith says nothing and leaves.

14. you’re not here (ayokay)

after leaving shiro, keith stays holed up in his lion. he wonders if he ever meant anything to shiro, and if he could have done anything to change how their relationship turned out.

15. stay (mayday parade)

after keith storms off, shiro realizes he messed up. he tries to apologize and make it up to keith, but keith keeps on avoiding him. when he finally catches keith, the paladin tells him not to talk to him outside of their duties. he relents, and hides his sorrows from everyone else. one day, keith finds shiro drunk by his door. as soon as shiro sees keith, he starts babbling about how much he misses him, and how sorry he is. keith said nothing as he went into his room.

16. sick of losing soulmates (dodie)

after his encounter with drunk shiro, keith thinks back on his relationship with keith. admittedly, his life would have been a lot different if he hadn’t met shiro. he’s still grateful to shiro for that. he remembers everything they went through together, and realizes that shiro is just as hurt and tired as he is. they’re both scarred and a little bit broken. he decides to give it another shot.

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whence-and-whither · 6 years ago

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For posterity

((With the dissolution of the Sixth Sword Accord -- a portion of Cauld’s living acquaintances -- I am posting here this small collection of Cauld’s inner thoughts and reflections as they pertained to some recent experiences.))

#1: You can’t go home again.

I've always felt guilty about how I acted the first time I saw the place where we lived in the Grizzly Hills. It wasn't the kind of home I thought we'd get when we ran away from Stormwind, and I guess then I was still thinking about what Dalaran had been like. But in the end, I didn't hate it. I probably shouldn't have complained like I did — I didn't really mind helping with the repairs. Even if it was a shitty cobweb hovel, we could have eventually got it looking nice. I think I'll miss living there, to tell the truth.

I know it looked shabby as hell, and always like it could fall in on itself any minute... come to think of it, I guess that kind of describes my dad, too. Maybe me, as well. I don't know.

I know he worried that the people there would question why we were where we were. I don't think it made a difference, but I never told him about the old lady that stopped me near the graveyard once when I was coming back from a job. Waggled her finger at me and everything, going on about how she was so sure I was up to no good, like she thought I was robbing graves or something. Bet she would've lost her shit if Rae had been there to croak at her. That would've been funny.

It doesn't matter, because here we are, running again. He introduced me to some pirates he met, and we're shipping off with them.

I hope he knows what he's doing.

#2. “I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”

Boralus is alright.

It seems okay, I mean. I found my dad in a fucking brawl with some codpiece who was drunk off his ass, so that was.. Yeah, that was something. It apparently got us room and board for a week, so at least there's that. It doesn't sound like we'll be staying here long, but that better not be what it takes every time we need a place to stay. I'll beat the shit out of someone, I swear I will.

Sometimes I really do find myself wanting to ask someone why things just can't be normal.. but I don't even know what I mean by that.

A normal family. A normal home, a normal life.

It's better than it was. Ever since Ky found me there, it's been better than it was. Even at the worst times.

But about Boralus..

We're a world away from Stormwind here. Everything feels foreign, but maybe it's not all that bad.

We've only been here two days, but.. In a way, I'm starting to feel like maybe I'm finally free.

#3: Monsters

Everyone I know is monsters. I'm starting to realize everyone I've ever known is, in one way or another. Or, rather, that everyone is.

I wonder what kind of monster I'll be. I think I saw a glimpse of it once, but.. I don't like to think about that. ..Well, that part of what happened, anyway. Light knows I still think about the rest of it...

But, uhh..

Monsters. Right. If everyone's a monster, maybe the only thing that makes a difference is what you decide to do about it. Maybe it's if you apologize, but.. I don't know. That never actually changes anything.

My dad still wouldn't know he's a worgen, if they hadn't made me tell him. Maybe it wouldn't have happened again that night he disappeared, if not for that. Maybe. I just know he sure as shit wouldn't be worrying now about it happening again. I think for him, he's turned it into an excuse to hate himself. Evelyne's like that too, in some ways. She was ready to just turn herself over to those paladins, like she didn't think there was anything about her worth saving.

The monsters like Shaw, I think they embrace being monsters. Who wouldn't, with that kind of power? To never be downtrodden, to never feel helpless.. They’re not right, but are they completely wrong?

What about these pirates? I don't know anything about them yet.

Then there's the ones that refuse to admit they're monsters, and some people never see through it. When that elf grabbed me, and tried to drag me back to Stormwind..

Piss, it still bothers me that he tracked me down here. Wasn't even three days.

I got to thinking about how I could've just gone with her, and what I could've done to make sure I'd be free of him for good. For real this time, and not to let him stop me. Wouldn't have to feel like I'm running away, if there's no one hunting me.

And then I thought..

She said he paid a fortune to bring me back. I started thinking, what if it's because he actually, really, wants me back? If he handed over that much, it had to mean he cared. What if it meant things would be different? That it would be better. That I'd have a home, and not just failed attempts at living somewhere. That I wouldn't feel like this all the time.

That’s bullshit. Like there's anything he could do to make up for the shit he put me through.

.. I'm disgusted that I thought it at all.

I might not have a home, but my dad's the only family I need.

#4: What the shit?

What the fuck? I knew he'd been acting weird.

#5: Inadequate

Reichart is alright, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't have called him what I did. We're fortunate he was there when he was. I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't been there that one time. Maybe I shouldn't have been being useless.

I still feel weird about this. I guess I knew, but.. maybe I didn't want it to be true. Maybe I'm selfish.

But Ky's my dad. It's good that they have each other and all, but..

What if he stops caring about me?

#6: Death

I tried to kill Reichart.

I was trying to protect both of them, but then my mind filled with so much anger and hate. He needed help. I know I meant to stop it before it could swing another tentacle at him, but..

I think the worst part is knowing, even now, that some of what that thing whispered in my head.. was true.

No. The worst part is that when I heard it, I wanted to kill him.

Dianara said.. she was impressed by my death magic. I don't understand, I don't know what she meant by that. I only channeled the arcane. I didn't conjure anything else. I didn't want to cast anything at all, but then I thought that was the way to stop it.

She did mention the dead bodies in the sea.. it had to be from those.

I want to say she was just mistaken, but I saw how much it fucked up Reichart's face.

I don't know what to do. Ky didn't want me there, because he was afraid he might hurt me. He's going to hate me for this.

The old man was right. It is my fault people get rid of me.

I feel like throwing myself off this ship.

#8: Suffer

I need to talk to Dianara.

I thought I would last night, but I.. I don't know, I couldn't. And then she asked me if I wanted to help her look for books, and.. well, I didn't feel like doing that either.

Probably should have. It couldn't have gone worse than what did end up happening. I'd forgot I had something I was supposed to drop off. I wasn't going to wake Ky up.. if he was asleep — note to self, don't ever try going in there again — so I just went alone.

Didn't think there'd be anyone around. Or that.. ..yeah.

Ugh.. I feel like shit.

At least I stopped dry heaving by the time I got back to the Octopus. Wouldn't have wanted to explain that to anyone.

I'm sore all over. Feels like even my blood hurts. Whatever's left of it, I guess.

Ugh. I look like shit, too. Maybe Ky won't notice. He definitely can't know what happened.

#9: Worthless

Someone woke me up and told me he was okay, that they had found a healer for him. I think I heard him out there arguing with someone, so I guess he is. I don't remember the trip back, but I wish I hadn't gone.

He never needed me.

Dianara told me I had to stay ahead of him, and that it was up to me to protect him. Told me what to say to the tidepriest when we got down there. I don't know what it was, but I memorized it just the way she said.

Not that it mattered.

Just when I was going to do it, suddenly he was just walking right out into the open in front of me. It didn't even matter, because he called out to the tidepriest himself and right away the guy was acting like they were long lost friends.

I thought I was going to collapse while we were walking back. Why do I still feel so weak?

I saw him get thrown back by his magic when everyone was fighting that squidface, and I tried to help him -- hell, even Reichart got onto me the other day for not helping him -- but then.. well, that happened, and he just went tearing off.

Then he got hurt, and I just.. I can't even remember. I couldn't do shit. I don't even know how we got back. I remember my stomach twisting, and trying to puke again. It still hurts.Someone must have brought me here, but I hope no one made a fuss over it. I hope they didn't tell.

I can't do anything. What's the use. I'm either in the way and failing to protect anyone, or I'm trying and I'm just hurting someone who I'm supposed to care about.

I'm worthless. I really fucking am.

What have I ever done but cause him trouble and worry that he doesn't need? All I ever do is make things more difficult for him.

I feel so sick. I think I'll just stay in bed.

#cauld

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