#My blog turned 2 yesterday

[wildpiercy-art]

He disapproves, this is his neutral state.

[llovely]

christmas SUCKS

[robot-pup]

Mizore the ringed seal has passed away

Yesterday Otaru aquarium confirmed his death, he was only 3

Read below for some background on his situation (as well as my thoughts)

in august last year it was announced that Mizore from osaka aquarium was going to move to Otaru aquarium. This right away caused concern, mizore had a tricky birth, he was sick & his mother didn't want to care for him because of that, so the staff at osaka aquarium nursed him back to health and raised him. He had a very strong bond with the staff there as well as living with 2 other seals yuki & arare.

In october he was moved & it was said that he'd be moving for a breeding program, mizore only turned 3 this April and male ringed seals mate at around 7 so this was odd.

Once moved to otaru mizore was put in a small cube enclosure by himself. From what I saw from the people who went to visit him he hardly had any enrichment, he just sat around & scratched at the walls. At osaka mizores favourite spot was this litte raised ice shelf he could lean against and there was nothing alike it at otaru, I didn't see much videos of keepers coming in to play with him. He was very social & loved people. Otaru aquarium seems to have a tricky history with animals passing away which concerned people regarding Mizore moving there.

According to Otarus blog post he started to refuse food early June, that is an obvious sign of an animal stressed in its environment. On June 19th he would pass away.

It is very sad to say but I think poor mizore died of loneliness & a broken heart, he was neglected and isolated which over the course of 7 months wore him down until he couldn’t go on anymore. This never would've happened if he stayed at osaka aquarium and I, as well as many others, am very upset with the situation

Rest in peace sweet mizore

[infamous-if]

Happy 1 year anniversary to this blog!

It was yesterday...though I do find it fitting that I've been focused on writing so much that I forgot lmao

When I first had the idea for Infamous, I didn't work on it right away. The concept was cool, yeah, but was it enough for interactive fiction? A medium I never even tried before?

I let it marinate in my head for a while wondering if it would be a good story or not. I listened to a lot of music, made a lot of idea boards and outlined routes but told myself I wasn't actually writing it. Just playing in a new literary sandbox with no strings! I was very close to not publishing my idea because it felt like it wasn't a story that I could handle. And it was daunting. I've published stories before, but they were completed novels that I could just forget about it and move on from once I was done. This was a commitment! I kept asking myself if I was even a good enough writer for the plans I had haha

But it didn't stop bothering me and I was getting irritable over my own brain creating this whole world without my permission. So I posted the intro post on a whim just to see what would happen! Turns out, I'm really happy I did!

One year later and there's been a whole community of people who have enriched the story and elevated it to a place that I wouldn't have been able to do it on my own. The amazing fanfics, the head canons, fan art and the suggestions, it's been really nice to work on this with the support and encouragement I've gotten. I think the best parts of the story so far have come from the collective, not me, and knowing that there are people who watched me serve my ideas on a platter like "here. take it pls." and accepted it is really nice. I'm grateful :)

thank you guys for reading the story and being kind to me and my ideas and having so many discussions over these characters that were once just in my mind, alone with me to tend to them. and to the if authors who have been here much longer, thank you for welcoming me with open arms. thank you to the group of if authors in particular who took me under their wing and gave me advice on how to handle things and how to move forward. you didn't have to come into my dm's and give me guidance or help me, but you did anyway and im eternally grateful!

I'm excited for 2024 to be the year that we really dive into the story. I still can't believe we're only 2 chapters in. it feels much longer, doesn't it? lololol

thanks!! <3

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

MIDNIGHT CINDERELLA MEMORIAL POST

The Midnight Cinderella app will be closed on Monday August 26th, 2024 (5 PM JST). The English version was actively updated from 2014 to 2021 when Cybird announced the ceasing of operations for MidCin, but the app remained accessible until today. I'm sure I'm not the only one who mourns the loss of it even after all these years of discontinuation, so I wanted to put together a post to properly say goodbye to it. Trying my best not to make it all too sappy - I'd rather look at it as a show that reached its final episode. Some things might be left unresolved but in the end, you remember the cast and the emotions they made you feel more than the actual plot. Nowadays there arguably may be better titles by Cybird out there, but for me, the simplicity of MidCin was what made the details so memorable.

1. VIDEO - POV: You're playing Midnight Cinderella (for 10 minutes)

The 10-minute version (without sound) is accessible via the link above (opens in Google Docs) This one I was really excited about recording! It's just your normal day playing midcin, I'm sure many will find it nostalgic and comforting. You log in, claim your daily bonus (I used the chance to do a present box reveal, 90+ items, many of which you might recognize from route grace checks), play the garden gacha (in my case, I used up all the points I had accumulated, 7800 which equals 39 solos), do your princess lessons, change your avatar, greet your friends, read 1/5 of today's free story parts, check the ranking and your stats, look at your memories directory. The video has no sound, as the game wouldn't let me turn it on (you will see me try to do so throughout the video...) but later on I got it to work so I recorded a one-minute video (the one imported above) of me replenishing stamina just for those iconic sound effects that you either loved or absolutely couldn't stand the volume of, haha.

2. A Midnight Cinderella playlist (spotify link)

While I wasn't there for the early days of midcin, the songs I associated with the game almost always captured this very specifically nostalgic 90s-10s period, you'll see what I mean. Many of those are taken from 8track playlists dedicated to Midnight Cinderella, and if I'm not mistaken you can still look at what is left of them if you search them up. Others are just my very random interpretations of the route stories and the characters.

3. Fic recommendations

We have a lovely community of creatives and there are still so many works left behind which you can check out on the tags! But especially for fics I wanted to list some that truly touched me during the years (all links open in ao3) -

i'm on fire and its NSFW bonus scene bloodstream by a deleted user - words are not enough for this one. It's like it meant more than Nico's whole route for me at one point, and the songs are forever in my heart as Nico songs...

MidCin Works by DBMidCin (SoftSen) - ALL of these. This is my go-to collection of writings for midcin when I start to miss the game, it has a little bit of everything. The headcanon of Giles teaching his girls French for instance is one of the things I still remember reading like it was yesterday!

Bedroom Etiquette (NSFW) by RubyLeeRay - Because this is the dream. Doing something forbidden with your tutor Giles is the ultimate fantasy, I swear. I just love it.

And of course, many, many more. There are currently 166 works on the midcin tag in Ao3, and I'm sure there are a lot of hidden gems here on tumblr as well! Reminder that writers LOVE it when you interact with their old works, it's not weird, you shouldn't hesitate doing so if you find yourself enjoying any of them! <3

4. My own humble collection of MidCin writings on my writing blog @xxsycamore!

Maid, Butler, Chamberlain (NSFW) - Nico x MC with Giles joining them

Grabbles: 💋 Demand for a kiss, right here, right now (GILES); 👔 Stealing their clothes to cuddle when you miss them (BYRON); more coming soon as there are still some in my askbox and I plan on including midcin in future short writings request openings too.

Shared Moments (NSFW) - Nico x Reader - Secret relationship

Ice-cold heat (NSFW) - Byron x Reader - Temperature play

Double the Surprise - Alyn and Leo birthday fic

Leo Crawford having a misadventure with a cat (ao3 link) - crack fic featuring most of the suitors

5. Out of context Midnight Cinderella screenshots

This is a sideblog of mine dedicated to posting out-of-context funny screenshots that I took while playing the routes - @oocmidcin . If you have some of your own that are not on there, you're free to submit them and add to the archive!

6. The perfect MidCin song - The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

When I first discovered this song back in 2020 I dreamed of making it into a midcin music video with simplistic art and animations... It ended up being just something you daydream in detail about while in the car, but that's alright. I could at least share my vision with you! Disclaimer, this is just an interpretation and obviously it can't fit all characters ideally - In the brackets, I explain how the lyric is related to them and usually it reveals their backstories. Some of the details I've already forgotten, sorry if it's inaccurate.)

Tell me once again

I could have been anyone, anyone else

Before you made the choice for me

(Giles - his family making the choice for him since birth and later disowning him once he failed to become a knight due to his illness)

My feet knew the path

We walked in the dark, in the dark

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead

(Nico - wandering the streets with his mother once they were thrown out of Stein castle because she was a commoner having an affair with Byron's father, the King)

All those empty rooms

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else

Instead I made a bed with apathy

(Robert - the empty rooms of the once flourishing palace of the country that Robert ruled and led to demise, nowadays becoming a mere court painter)

My heart knew the weight

Ten years' worth of dust and neglect

We made our peace with weariness and let it be

(Leo - the years in which Alyn didn't speak to him, after the death of their parents)

The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

(Albert - loyally standing in king Byron's shadow)

Name your courage now

We could have had anything, anything else

Instead you hoarded all that's left of me

(Sid - his relationship with his fiance that he agreed upon just to find out more about his parents by getting close to her father)

Swallowing your doubt

Like swords to the pit of my belly

I want to feel the fire that you kept from me

(Alyn - searching for answers about the murder of his family and the fire that burnt down their home)

I shine only with the light you gave me

(I could have been anyone, anyone)

(Louis - being a nobody and MC being his sun)

7. It goes on

I went to read what I could of chapter 4 of Rayvis' route, using my last two chapter tickets as well, thinking it won't make me cry. And then I'm hit with those familiar things.

So let's close this with a word about the things that never change in the universe of Midnight Cinderella.

Stumbling down the grand staircase and right into the arms of somebody. Escaping the palace at midnight with Nico's help. Sitting at breakfast with Giles giving you your schedule for the day. Nico's teasing little smile as he accompanies you everywhere and listens to your relationship troubles. The way he's just a little suspicious at times. Finding Robert painting in the garden of Wysteria palace. Going to the room of your chosen suitor for the first time and meeting a pet there. Leo teaching you history and politics in his office. Dance lessons with Louis. Needing those dance lessons because King Byron is coming to Wysteria and a ball is going to take place. The bureaucrats being unhappy with you as a princess elect, no matter what. Galloping on a horse with Alyn who just protected you from an enemy attack. Getting information from a certain flirty merchant at a bar. Albert bickering with Nico, Sid teasing Louis. Being introduced to Archduke Herneit at Stein castle. King Byron appreciating the night sky. The sight of your yellow and orange princess elect room where on the large bed with its blue bedframe and tall see-through canopy you lie awake and think about the events of the day and how would a wise future Queen of Wysteria deal with the current situation. But ultimately you fall asleep, hearing the melancholically beautiful sounds of a violin coming from somewhere deep within your dream, and leave it all to the following day.

Thank you for everything, Midnight Cinderella!

08/26/2024

[lukolabrainrot]

End of Year PSA and Thank You

As 2024 comes to a close, and I know it's NYE in some parts of the world already, I wanted to talk about a few things:

Privacy PSA

i just want to say that yesterday is everything I hate about this fandom. It was disgusting and unacceptable behavior. Period. No argument. It is not alright to go on private spaces and share information to the whole world WITHOUT PEOPLE'S CONSENT. And what did you prove?? NOTHING!! Except that you're a shitty person who likes to invade people's privacy... Karma comes back to bite people, remember that.

No wonder L hardly shares ANYTHING anymore. I'm honestly shocked L OR N even have public SM accounts anymore after the BS of this year tbh. WE COLLECTIVELY NEED TO DO BETTER AND GIVE THESE PEOPLE SPACE AND PRIVACY. Focus on what they publicly share, and eventually we will publicly have answers.... Do not go on a witch hunt to try and "prove" your point, THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN PROVE!

The events of yesterday is another big reason I haven't been posting as much. This fandom has just turned SOOOO toxic, and honestly, I could write a whole psychology dissertation on why that is... but y'know what, it has almost NOTHING to do with L or N. But people are dumping ALL this stuff on them, and still claiming to be their "fans". L/N is what brought all of us together. And with the state of the world, I think there is something truly positive about the energy L/N put out there when they are with each other that really resonates with a lot of people and makes them happy and more hopeful. But L/N are their own people, and we'll get confirmation at some point about the big things in their lives. We can't force it, even if we're feeling frustrated at times.

So as the year comes to a close, let's think about the following... If you call yourselves fans of L and N, think about the energy you want to put out in the fandom, and think about how you would want to be treated if you were in L or N's position (or their family members' positions). And if you're just around to create chaos or shit on people, it's time to do some internal processing of your past and go to therapy and heal.

Now, on to the more positive part of this post...

2. Thank You to All My Followers

I want to say I am truly grateful to all my followers on here! I have over 1,300 followers atp, and I barely post anything anymore 😅 I was going through my own stuff earlier this year when I stumbled upon the Lukola magic in May, and then I was just hooked. I decided to start the blog because I had a LOT of things I wanted to talk about regarding these two. And although there is a lot about this fandom I really don't care for, I have met some amazing people on here through our mutual interest in L/N, have had some amazing conversations, and this whole experience has had a significant impact on me. I will always remember this year as the year of Lukola lol

As we move into 2025, I likely will not be posting as much until we get more substantial information related to L/N. I'll still post when I'm able though, and my Asks are always open ❤️️

Wishing everyone a happy New Year!! 🥂

[talaok]

At the Met

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress! reader

summary: You and Pedro, Hollywood's hottest couple, attend the Met Gala together, but when you find out your ex was invited too, things start going sideways.

warning: angst, jealousy, age-gap

a/n: this was a request by the lovely @vawnila but since I am delusional, I decided to merge it with yesterday's event bc this man...

Pt. 2

[ "And here they come! y/n y/l/n and Pedro Pascal, Hollywood's hottest couple!"

"wow, they look amazing" ]

You'd been to the Met before, and so had Pedro, but going as a couple was something much different, especially with all the talk you two had caused in the last six months. There wasn't a magazine or a blog that wasn't talking about your age gap or the way you'd both robbed millions of women and men of the chance to be with Hollywood's most desired bachelor and bachelorette.

The past few months had been a mess, and still, you didn't think you'd ever had that much fun.

Pedro was everything you had ever wished for in a man. he was kind and sweet and funny, and not any less handsome, he was perfect.

So when he took your hands in his as you walked up the carpet, you couldn't help but smile up at him, just for him to meet your glance with the same adoration.

The carpet was the easy part though, what actually scared you, was the dinner.

Being seated next to a bunch of celebrities you didn't know... that was your personal version of hell, but at least this year Pedro was gonna be next to you.

The first part of the dinner went well, the first moments were awkward as you had expected, but then the woman sitting opposite you broke the ice and everyone seemed to relax.

Pedro sensed your tension at times and tried to soothe you by placing his hand on your thigh, or murmuring something to your ear that most times resembled something like "We're almost done, sweetheart".

It was a good table, don't get me wrong, but there was something about knowing you were being watched and filmed and photographed by the world's most popular celebrities that always prevented you from fully calming down.

You were always on edge, only waiting for something bad to happen, until finally, your fear came to life.

You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and were finding your way through the maze made of chairs and tables arranged in the room, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey baby"

wait a minute,

you knew that voice.

You turned around, "Hi Nathan"

Of course you'd meet your ex here.

"Funny meeting you here" he grinned

"I had no idea you were coming"

"Neither did I about you, darling," he said, his eyes traveling up and down your body, not even pretending to not be checking you out "You're beautiful as ever" he complimented, his fingers tracing the side of your dress, and you just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully "really" he spoke, his voice lower "You're breathtaking, baby"

"thank you" You felt your cheeks get some involuntary color "You're not so bad yourself, you know?"

"why thank you" he joked "I wanted to find someone to have some fun with, but I think I might just have"

"Nathan..."

"What princess?"

You sighed "You can use my name y'know?"

"oh I know" he reassured "I just know how much you like when I call you names" he murmured, getting closer as he moved some hair away from your face "especially on some occasions"

"Nathan what are you d-"

"c'mon y/n you know what you mean to me," he said, his voice already resembling a beg "I'm not asking for anything, I'm just saying you know we could have fun... like the old times"

"Nathan I-"

"y/n I love you" he confessed, not for the first time since the breakup "You know I love you. I love you so much I can't live without you. This past year has been hell, and I know it's been the same for you. I need you y/n, and you need me, baby, we need each other." he spoke seemingly without taking a single breath, and you were frantically looking around you, praying no one was paying you two any mind "and I know you love me back, just admit it, we could start all over again, just forget all about the past" he implored.

"Nathan I have a boyfriend" you spat out

"who, that grandpa?" he mocked "I know you don't love him, he's just a-a phase, you know you should be with me. Deep down you know" 

You hadn't noticed how his hand had made its way to your arm.

"Let's go now, we can take my car and run away baby"

Your mouth gaped open but before you could speak, a barking voice intervened.

"go where?"

Your eyes traveled to your left, and just as you suspected, they met Pedro's.

Nathan, like the coward that he was, swallowed nervously as he looked back at you.

"nowhere," you said "Don't worry babe" you tried being casual, as you took a step toward your boyfriend, feeling grateful for a way out of that situation "Well it was nice seeing you Nathan, but I better go now," you forced a polite smile at him, as you intertwined your arm with your boyfriend's.

"goodbye buddy," Pedro said, in a more than slightly threatening tone.

"c'mon," you urged him, starting to walk away.

"think about what I said" Nathan spoke again, his tone deprived of all bravery all of a sudden.

You didn't even look back, just started to quicken your pace towards the table (Your need to use the bathroom had been long forgotten) when you felt Pedro tightening his arm's grip as he moved you into the trajectory of a private part of the gallery.

You frowned, once he stopped, looking around at the empty room.

"what is it?"

"What is it?" he repeated, clearly incredulous

"What?"

"What did he tell you?"

"Who"

"y/n..."

"Nathan?" you asked "Babe who cares, you know how he is, he's dumb, there's nothing I can do about it"

"tell me what he told you" you could see perfectly through this calm act.

You sighed "he told me he loves me and that I should run away with him"

"that's it?"

"Yes Pedro, that's it"

"What did you say?"

You gasped, offended and slightly annoyed "What do you think I told him, that I loved him back and to wait for me outside?!"

"What did you tell him?"

"Are you fuckin- I told him that I have a boyfriend"

He nodded perhaps satisfied "He was touching you"

"my arm" you reminded him.

"and your cheek" he reminded you too "this is the last time he does this" he decided "I'm gonna go talk to him"

"No, Pedro-" you grabbed his arm "I can deal with this on my own, plus, you're too mad, you can't go now"

"You've already dealt with this on your own, and it doesn't seem like you've made much progress"

You gasped, now actually mad "This is my problem, Pedro, you don't have anything to do with it"

"It's my problem too when it involves you"

"no, it's not."

"y/n I'm trying to help you"

"well I don't want your help, not with this"

"Why? 'cause it sure looks like you need it"

You scowled at him "fuck you"

"It's the truth y/n this guy's been bothering you since before we got together, that's not fucking normal"

"I know it isn't but I'm dealing with it in my own way"

"and I can't try my way?"

"well, I'm sorry if I don't want you to go out there and punch him, Pedro!" 

He paused, clearly as a part of him wanted to reply that he wouldn't have, another part informed him that there was a high probability he would have, in fact, punched the guy.

"y/n-"

"no you know what, I'm tired of this- this thing you do. I don't need to be saved, I can take care of myself"

"I don't doubt that, but I just wanted to help"

"you know you were not gonna help Pedro" You shot him a look "And I'm tired of this- jealousy" you sighed "I love you, Pedro, you know that, but if you don't trust me I don't understand how we could possibly have a relationship"

"I do trust you"

"then I could go out there and talk to Nathan right now?" you challenged "or you fear he might convince me, and I might run away with him?"

His jaw twitched.

"see" you breathed "just as I predicted"

" y/n-"he tried putting his hands on your waist but you stopped him.

"no, Pedro" you took a step back "Just-" you sighed "I need to be alone"

[ "Someone's coming out, it looks like... Pedro Pascal has just left the Gala"

"Where's the missus?"

"I don't see her"

"well you heard it here first folks, It looks like Pedro Pascal has just left the Met Gala with y/n y/l/n nowhere in sight" ]

Pt. 2

[lasi-nariyoyoreads]

✨1 year anniversary tarot event✨

EVENT IS CLOSED!

Hello my beautiful cinnamon rolls! This blog is turning 1 year old soon around mid-October (which is also around my birthday lol) and to celebrate this milestone I decided to do a little game.

I thought hard about what I could do, my main idea was to have you, person reading this post, as the main character, so this game will somehow be about you. But let's stop with the yapping and explain what this is about. What you have to do is pick one of these ask formats ->

📧Ask formats:

Ask 1: what would *insert idol's name* like about me if we met irl? Ask 2: who would I get along the best with in *insert group*? Ask 3: yes or no question (about any topic)

I don't know if it will be fun for you, or if this will flop hard, but hey trying won't hurt anyone. Of course you can choose the idol/group you prefer. For the yes/no asks, the topic can be anything, it can be also a personal question like "will I meet a new lover soon?" or it can be about an idol i.e. "will X have a comeback next week?", in other words it's blunt questions that can be answered in a straightforward way. Of course my answers won't be literally only a yes or no, I'll always add some comments, but it won't be an essay/in depth reading either. Now let's move on to the rules ->

->Rules:

Before sending an ask:

Follow this blog

Like and reblog this post

I'll accept anons, but if I receive a lot of asks, public asks will have a priority

In the Ask I need you to:

pick one of the ask format

tell me your name/initials/nickname

tell me your preferred pronouns

if you want/can, add your zodiac sign/placements

add a lil comment 🥺 it can be anything, what's your fave song right now, what's the weather like where you live, what you ate yesterday etc.

->Timetable:

Asks will be open until October the 5th!

[justastraymoa]

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 11

Masterlist

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

That night after showering, Felix crawled into bed with you. He seemed unsure of his welcome and without a word you turned onto your side and pulled on him until he was situated in little spoon position against your front. You hooked one leg over his hip and sighed as you nuzzled into his long hair.

Felix shifted slightly to get comfortable and pulled your hand up to his chest. You felt a soft warm touch to your fingers as he kissed them. “Are you okay?” He asked hushed in the darkness of the room.

He was, of course, referring to the reactions to your video and the overall reveal. Starting tomorrow you will need to be treated like your soul mates. You would need security and escorts, and you would have absolutely no privacy. You finally deleted your social media so that was at least one less thing to worry about. All the changes on top of the general hate from fans was a lot to handle.

You had successfully hidden in 3rachas music room and buried yourself in work all afternoon and well into the evening. As such, you were able to ignore the whole thing until now.

You also didn’t know how to properly explain how you felt. How to communicate all the jumbled feelings you had going on inside you.

“I don’t know.” You finally settled on several seconds later.

“Don’t worry. You have all of us. We will always be on your side. Nothing will happen to you.” He promised.

You didn’t respond. There was nothing really to say. You both knew there was only so much they could do. They weren’t with you 24/7, and it was impossible for them to be.

So instead, you nuzzled into him once more and settled in to sleep, falling into dreamland easily with Felix breathing a peaceful lullaby and his thumbs rubbing your hand soothingly.

~

Early the next morning you saw everyone off before getting to work. You were at home today, several hours on video call with Binnie, Lino, and Ayen for today’s interview just seemed easier from home. And in between them you were cleaning up the shorts the boys had filmed yesterday and getting them queued to the socials. And then approving more of the boys’ replies and new posts. Now that you were officially revealed they all seemed to want to post about you, using pictures you didn’t even know they had.

Luckily even though you needed to be on video call for 2 hours, their interview went smoothly, without surprises. And the people you dealt with were friendly and respectful. Exactly the kind of people you needed to deal with after yesterday.

The hate was more prominent on the socials today as more people saw the video and it was meme, clipped, and gifed thousands of times. You were all over Tumblr and X.

Stray Kids, and your name, were top searches and hashtags on nearly everything. Stray Kids 9th member was a trending topic. Someone had even gone as far as hunting down where you grew up and posting childhood photos.

You were on the video call with your three traveling soulmates when you found a picture of your grandfather and you posted to someone’s blog. It froze you in your tracks.

Seeing the picture unexpectedly knocked the wind out of you. Your eyes immediately start to burn, and your breath turns uneven. Your shoulders tighten so much they start to hurt.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Ayen asked, noticing the change almost immediately.

His question got the attention of Bin and Lino who leaned forward.

Taking a deep breath, you shake your head and get yourself back under control, shaking your shoulders out. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. STAY just unearthed something I hadn’t expected to see.”

Lino squinted into the screen, scrutinizing you. “What did STAY find?”

You cleared your throat. “A picture of my grandfather and i. I didn’t know it still existed. Nothing to worry about, I promise.” You clicked out of the photo and to the replies instead, morbidly curious what people had to say.

The comments were pleasantly neutral for the most part. Mostly about how strict he looked and the words ‘Tiger Grandpa’ were used a lot. You could tell the Korean natives from the nonnatives as natives tended to be more respectful of your grandfather, but harshly judgmental of me and my Korean-ness. It seems they didn’t think you were Korean enough to be in Stray Kids soul group.

Since two members were Australian Korean, it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to say you weren’t Korean enough because you didn’t grow up here. And your grandfather made sure you knew and followed your heritage and traditions. It was very important to him.

“What are they saying?” Bin asked after a minute, correctly guessing what you were doing. Ayen was back on his phone, typing.

You shrugged. “The usual, nothing I wasn’t expecting going into this.”

“Y/n-“

A door opened behind their end of the video call, interrupting whatever Bin was about to say and a tech announced that they were ready for them, officially bringing the conversation to an end. Lino grabbed the phone as they walked out.

You were set on a stand near the main camera to watch and listen to what was going on. The boys looked like they were having a lot of fun during the interview. It was one that played out kind of like a game of truth or dare with challenges and punishments. For sure you had a great time. Most of the call you were trying not to laugh so you could make proper notes. You mostly failed.

When it ended Ayen grabbed the phone and they all went back to their ready room. “Your laugh is so cute, Y/n!” He gushed with a wide, dimpled smile.

You blush. “You could not hear me! I was not that loud!” You protest.

Lino held up his pointer and thumb close together. “Just a little bit. Promise.”

You were so embarrassed. Everyone there could hear you being extremely unprofessional! How were you going to get people to take you seriously if you do stupid shit like this! “Dammit! I’m sorry, guys.”

Bin snorted. “It's not like you were alone. I'm pretty sure one of the assistants wet themselves.”

That information didn’t make you feel any better, but you didn’t feel so alone in your unprofessional behavior, that was something at least.

Your notifications chimed again, grabbing your attention. “That was your last item to do until your flight. For now, get changed and relax.”

“Bye Y/n! Thank you!” Ayen cheered from off camera.

You waved. “Bye loves! See you soon!” You ended the call and immediately started dialing for another meeting with a potential new ambassadorship offer.

Bin, Ayen, and Lino were on track to get home just before midnight. And you wanted to be done with work for the day so you could sit out in the living room and wait for them. They hadn’t been gone long, but you were anxious to see them again. And you had worked hard all day with very little time for breaks, so an early night was called for.

So about two hours before they were set to land you were curled up on the couch in some fuzzy pajamas, a soft blanket over your legs and a comfort movie playing softly on the TV so you didn’t bother anyone trying to sleep. They had all gone to bed already, it was just you awake. They needed to rest for a full day of learning new choreo tomorrow.

It was a full day of choreo for you too. You were bringing back the original dance practice videos and adding a bit more ‘human’ to them. A right from the beginning video where everyone got to see – carefully chosen and edited – mistakes. You would be in the practice room with the boys all day filming from multiple angles. Taking more shorts for social media, and getting clips and photos for insta as well. You had the easy job. And you got to spend all day with your soulmates.

Now that you were settled and comfortable you opened the photo of your grandfather again. You had saved it to your phone and personal drive on your computer now. You weren’t sure if you wanted to keep it there or frame a physical copy and hang it up. There are mixed feelings, and you weren’t sure if this photo made you happy or sad or even angry.

You loved your grandfather, of course, but he was a difficult and strict man. Tough but fair, very stern. Not known for bending. Even so, you loved him, and you are grateful he was so insistent on you learning your culture. Especially now.

“That your grandfather?” Chan asked from over your shoulder making you jump and almost throw your phone. He almost got an elbow to the face out of instinct.

You glare at him as you click off the picture. “Don’t scare me like that. And it's rude to read over someone's shoulder.”

He smiled, not even a little apologetic. “Thats the picture STAY found?”

Signing you turned back around. “Seems like they already tattled on me, why bother asking.”

“They were concerned. You were upset and they wanted to make sure you were alright.”

The explanation was completely reasonable, of course, but you were still annoyed knowing that they were talking about you behind your back. Even when you specifically said that it was nothing.

“I'm fine. Thanks for the concern.”

“See. You are upset.” He pointed out. He circled the couch to sit next to you, crushing your feet under him.

“What about those words said that I am upset? I am not upset about the picture! I don't know how to feel about it, if you must know.”

Chan, being the annoying pest he is, poked your thigh repeatedly, trying to get a reaction out of you. “Then what are you upset about?”

The irritation built in your chest with each poke. It was actually starting to hurt a bit too. Growling you swat his hand away. “Go to bed, you big annoying freak!”

“You know I can't sleep. Might as well find out why you are upset. Kill some time.”

“I am not upset!” You snap.

Chan just blinked at you silently, waiting for you to realize. Waiting for you to give in.

He is a stubborn, annoying, pestering, stinking, MAN! You give in. “I’m unjustly annoyed that you guys were talking about me behind my back.” You look away when you say this, avoiding his triumphant look as he won the standoff by being annoying. His persistent ass would just keep going until you told him. Fucking manchild.

He jerked away slightly, confused. “It's not like we are saying bad things about you. Mostly we just talk about how adorable you are and share pictures of you.” He paused and shrugged his shoulders. “And occasionally share worries when we notice something.”

He reached into his pj pants and pulled out his phone, tapping at it a few times before handing it back to you with the group chat ‘Unapologetic Y/n simp support group’ pulled up. “You can do what you want. None of us would mind. We have nothing to hide. Not from you.

Your mouth was open in shock. You looked at the phone in your hands. The few messages you could see without scrolling already had you blushing. They were hopeless. There was a picture of you on the couch yesterday with Felix and Minnie both sleeping on you. You were running your hand through Minnies hair with a look of pure unhidden peace.

You immediately hand the phone back without scrolling further. “Thats okay. I don't think I would be able to handle it.”

Chan chuckled. “We do get pretty bad. Especially if we don't get to see you all day.”

“Ugh! You are all horrible! Go to bed!” You freed a foot and pushed at his thigh with it, trying and failing to push him off the couch.

He laughed and stood anyway. “Okay, okay. You are sure you're okay?”

Smiling toothily, you nod. “I promise. The picture only caught me off guard.”

He got serious again, looking at you with a strange unnamable look. “I know this is all very difficult. It was for us too, in the beginning, and sometimes even now. You can lean on us. We can handle a little extra weight.”

You nod, feeling a swell of affection in your chest. Behind you the soft sound of a door opening reached your ears and you looked over.

A super soft, sleep rumbled, half asleep Han came around the corner, rubbing his half open eyes like a kid. You really wanted to coo and swaddle him up.

“Hyung, are you coming to bed?” He mumbled, big eyes finding Chan, glassy with sleep.

“Go. Your baby needs you.” You told Chan.

“You’re my baby too. Find us if you need us.” Chan leaned in and kissed your forehead.

You watch as he went over to Hannie, picking him up from under his armpits like a toddler and cradling him close. Hannie locked his ankles around Chan's waist and rested his head on his shoulder. Then they both disappeared into Hannies room.

You snuggled back under your blanket to wait for the others to get home. If they were still running on time, they would be home in just over an hour, and you hoped you could stay up that long to greet them properly.

Unfortunately, you didn't manage to do that. A soft brush of wind and strong arms scooping you up under your shoulders and knees woke you gently. You immediately recognized Bin by smell and the feel of his chest under your cheek.

“M’elcome bck.” You mumble opening your eyes just a slit.

“Hello Angel. Did you wait up for us?” This was Lino from your other side.

“Obviously not.”

“It's the thought that counts.”

You snort, still half asleep and blinking slowly. Your sluggish brain picked up on someone missing. “Ayennie?”

“In the kitchen. He slept through the in-flight meal and is starving.” Binnie answered, chest vibrating with his words.

Blindly you reach up to pat Bins cheek, getting his ear instead but going for it anyways. “Glad you're all home. Missed you.”

“We missed you too.” You could feel Bins cheeks lift with a smile as he spoke.

There was a crunching sound. “Oh, hey Y/n!” Ayen sounded way too awake and chipper for the hour.

You wiggle your fingers in his direction while simultaneously realizing Bin was still holding you. For a long time now actually. You had to be really heavy.

You twisted to stand up and release him of your weight, but he just moved with you, gasping in panic. “Yah! Careful, babe, you're going to fall!” He complained.

“I’m heavy.”

At this Bin outright laughed. “Trust me, heavy is the last word I would use to describe you. Ever.”

“Thats a nice lie, Bin”

“For once I agree with him.” Ayen put in between mouthfuls of whatever he had found to snack on. You just hope it wasn't the veggie chips you had stashed in the cabinet.

You gave up, too tired to argue with them. “Whatever. Bed time.” To prove this, you snuggled further into Bins chest and let out a deep, slow breath.

There were a couple of ‘nights’ and you felt Bin begin to walk. You expected him to take you to your room, but was surprised to feel unfamiliar sheets under your skin. Not the soft cotton you had on your bed. You opened your eyes in confusion, disoriented. You were in Bins room, laying on his bed.

“Hope you don't mind. I've just really missed my bed.” He tucked his blankets around you.

Instead of verbally responding you freed your arms and made grabby hands at him, wanting to cuddle.

He gently took your hands. “Give me a few minutes. I want to shower off the flight.” You pout but let him leave with little fuss, watching as he left the door open a crack.

This was actually the first time you had slept in any other member's bed. You weren't against it. It was more intimate, private. You felt like you needed an invitation. It felt invasive to just plop into someone's bed without permission. It made you really happy that Bin had given you this honor.

You know you dozed off waiting for him to get cleaned up, but you still managed to wake up when the door softly squeaked open again. Bin immediately climbed into the bed, radiating wet warmth from his shower and smelling softly of the same soap you had used that first day here.

You vaguely note that he had placed himself between you and the door, now firmly shut. Odd observation, but you had a teacher once who told the class that men tended to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. Most of the time they didn't even realize they were doing it. Just some ingrained need to be between what was important to them and any possible threats. You had always thought that it sounded romantic and wanted a man who would do that for you. Protect you without even thinking about it. Without consciously realizing that he was even doing such a thing.

Bin wrapped himself completely around you, pulling you as close to himself as humanly possible. You kissed the bit of bare chest that peeked out from the collar of his sleep shirt, about the only part you could get to so firmly secure in his arms like this. Then, without another word, you both fell asleep.

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Hyunjin woke you up in the morning by forcing himself in between you and Bin. He was fully dressed and ready for the day, the rough texture of his pants unpleasant against your skin, you curled away from it. Groaning in protest, you roll over and cover your head with the blanket.

“You two are going to be late.” Hyune sing-songed patting at your butt in time with his words.

“I'm quitting. Effective immediately.” You grumble, far too tired.

Bin hadn't even twitched the whole time, still completely conked out. One hundred percent in dreamland and two hundred percent a-fucking-dorable!

“Resignation not accepted. Get moving!” Hyune was kicking at Bin now to wake him up. Bin woke up far less forgiving than you did and Hyune ended up on the floor with a thump.

You chose a practice room that had ample space so you didn't get in the way of any of their work. You also chose one with no windows and far away from where anyone else was working for the day, just in case. It was darker walled and sparsely decorated, not one of the fancier made up ones, but good for what needed to be done today. And the dark walls would be a good backdrop.

You immediately started setting up the cameras, expertly avoiding getting the other cameras in the shots, while your soulmates changed and warmed up around you. They occasionally brushed against you or flicked at your hair and clothes.

As you attempted to adjust the lighting with everyone moving around Chan called over to you. “What's the plan, Hun? What do you need us to do?”

“Face the camera so I can check the lighting. And stop moving!" You ordered studying the screen. The 8 of them immediately obeyed, lining up and staying mostly still. You had to make sure it was right. You didn't want to wash anyone out. That would just give you hours more work that you could have avoided with just a few minutes of double checking now.

“What else?” He asked when you were satisfied.

You looked around. “Nothing. Let me adjust the rest. Then do your thing. I'll try and stay out of your way.” You stepped to the next camera and they turned to keep facing you helpfully.

“Nothing?” Seungmin double checked.

Were you supposed to have them do something? “Yeah. Just learn the choreo. The video and pictures are my job, I'll worry about angles and editing.”

They all seemed stunned by this. “There isn't a skit or lines or anything?” Chan had to make sure.

“You are missing the point of a dance practice video. All you need to do is dance. Don't worry about looking good, either.” You moved to the next camera to check the lighting again. They followed, like flowers following the sunlight. “I will make you look good during editing.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love that you are in charge of all this now? Because I do. You can never leave.” Felix stated firmly. Everyone looked strangely happy, relieved.

You smiled up at Felix, moving to yet the next camera. You were very glad they liked the way you did things. Even with Chans assurances the other day, you couldn't stop the nagging doubt. That was just your nature and would probably never truly go away.

From what you knew of dance practices – admittedly very little - this one seemed to go very smoothly. You bounced from camera to camera, constantly adjusting them. In between you were on the floor or on top of a chair you found, finding good angles for photos of each member.

When they took a lunch break you decided to skip eating in favor of taking a nap. You were exhausted and you hadn't even been dancing all morning! You curled up in the corner of the dance room, using someone's hoodie as a pillow. You could eat later.

Hyunjin again woke you when break was over. “You keep waking me up and imma start hating you on principle.” You yawned, taking his offered hand up.

He kissed your temple in apology and wiped some drool from the corner of your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, embarrassed. “You are too cute when you just wake up though. All soft, sleepy, and pouty.” Hyune said as he fluffed up your sleep matted hair for you. You couldn't even be mad at him now, damn it.

Now that they knew the basic steps of the choreography, they were having more fun with it. Testing it out and tweaking it to fit more their style as a group. It was interesting to watch them experiment and throw out ideas. They worked really well together, though they were all tired. Even when they got frustrated messing up or not figuring out a move they wanted.

The backup dancers would be added in and it would start to be blocked out tomorrow. So, you would all be right back in here to do this all over again.

Near the end, when you had been done with taking pictures and were focusing solely on the video now, Ayen ran over and pulled on your arm. “Come dance with us!”

You laughed nervously and stayed planted where you were. “Ah, no. I'm not a dancer.” You were not about to embarrass yourself in front of all them. You were so bad you didn't even classify as having two left feet – you were worse than that!

“So? It's just for fun! Please, please, please!” He was starting to attract the others' attention.

“Ayen, no. I'm still working. The video!”

In response he pouted at you, eyes big and lower lip jutted. You really wanted to melt and give in, but resisted. The thought of showing them just how horrible you really were kept you from letting the look sway you.

“Oh, please come dance! I bet you are better than you say.” Felix added in, joining in and pulling gently on the arm Ayen wasn't.

“I’ll only tease you a little bit. Promise.” Lino joked, smile far too mischievous to be truthful. He would never let you live it down and you knew it.

“Bin smiled, waggling his eyebrows and shook his hips to entice you. The whole picture made you crack up in loud laughter. He is such a Babygirl, and he owned it!

You were beginning to feel outnumbered and you knew this would only get worse, so you gave in with a sigh and a roll of your eyes. Unplanting your feet and letting Felix and Ayen pull you forward to the middle of the room with the others.

Because you watched them practice and learn the dance all day long, you knew the moves, in theory. But knowing them and doing them are two very, very different things.

Shaking off the feeling of self-conscious embarrassment, you tried to just let yourself have fun with it. This was just for fun. Just fooling around with your soulmates. No big deal.

On the second 8 count you tripped over your own foot and landed hard on your butt, laughing at yourself even as the dull pain subsided from the landing.

“You weren't kidding when you said you couldn't dance.” Lino joked with a smirk. Still laughing you kicked out at his shin.

Channie lifted you to your feet from behind easily. “Honestly it was pretty bad. But not horrible. Try again.”

Why were they taking this so seriously? “I’m not stretched, warmed up, or dressed for this, guys.” You whined getting back into position.

"GUYS! Are we just guys to you! You wound me, Y/n!" Hyune gasped from his spot, you smiled and rolled your eyes at his dramatics as he clutched dramatically at his chest and swooned in on Han who caught him.

“You have been twisted in unnatural angles all day long to get good shots. You are stretched and in good clothes.” Chan ignored the theatrics going on behind him, used to his kids and now a master at selective hearing.

The music started again and you let your head fall back, but began on que. This time you stayed on your feet, but missed a step or messed it up several times. Twice you went one way while the others went the other.

For whatever reason they actually started to seriously teach you the dance. Stopping to help or reposition you several times when you needed it. Lino especially seemed to really be enjoying teaching you and watching as you struggled before eventually getting it right.

You, however, were not having a good time. You were panting and dripping sweat. Disgusting.

“How long have we been doing this?” You asked, accepting a bottle of water from Minnie.

“45 minutes.” He deadpanned.

“45 minutes! How in the hell have you been doing this all day! I’m dying!” You gasped out in a shout in between your panting breaths.

This got you a chorus of chuckles. “Lots and lots of practice.”

“God I’m not going to be able to move tomorrow!” You complained sprawling out on the floor face down.

Someone smacked your ass lightly and then sat on it, crushing your pelvis almost painfully into the floor.

“I know where you sleep, Lino.” You warned the floor.

“You are welcome in my bed anytime, Jagi.” Lino teased, voice not coming from where you expected it to. “But I am not sitting on you. I am nowhere near you.”

You strain your neck to see it was actually Channie sitting on your butt. He was playing on his phone without a care in the world. “Why are you sitting on me?” You ask.

“Why are you laying on the ground?” He countered.

“I’m lying on the ground because my soulmates tried to kill me. I'm tired!”

“You would have more energy if you hadn't skipped lunch.”

“Pretty sure my nap gave me just as much energy as food would have. And I enjoyed it more.”

“You two argue like an old married couple.” Seungmin pointed out.

“We are married.”

There was a spitting sound and you felt a fine wet mist settle over you.

“Did you just fucking spit on me!” Your voice was high pitched as you rolled over to look at Minnie in disgust, knocking Chan off you in the process.

Minne was staring at you, mouth hanging open, still dripping water. You furrowed your brows confused about his reaction. What was he so shocked about? You knew JYP said on that first day that he had you sign the soul bond marriage certificates when you were drugged. Did Minnie somehow not know? Did he forget? Maybe he just didn't believe it.

“You're freaking married?!” Hyunes voice was high as well in disbelief.

Looking around the room it quickly became apparent that the only ones who knew about the marriages were the 4 of you that were in the office that first day.

“You didn't know?” You breathe. Your heart was racing. How could they not have been told? Surely it had come up before now. It had to have been mentioned at least in passing!

“A lot happened that day.” Chan seemed stunned.

“It just...slipped my mind.” Felix actually looked a little sick.

“You knew too?” Bin was a mixture of angry and ready to cry.

“We didn't not tell you on purpose! There were just more important things going on at the time!” Han tried to defend all of you.

Bin scoffed and turned away from the room, hand going to his mouth.

“More important than telling us Chan and Y/n are married?” Lino had a hurt look on his face that made your heart hurt even as it still raced.

“She is married to all of us. JYP had her sign when she was drugged.” Chan corrected.

You stood up and dusted yourself off. “Not helping, Channie.” Chan looked over at you with a shrug and gestured to the others with both hands, eyes begging for help. “Look, point is, we didn't keep it from you on purpose. It was an honest mistake.” This situation was getting tense and you all had to remember you were in public. Ears and eyes were everywhere.

“Is it even legal? You were drugged and forced to sign, after all.” Ayen asked. Bin made an angry noise from where he faced away from everyone, shaking his head.

You move to turn off the cameras and pack up. They were still recording, catching this whole disaster. “We can talk about this at home.” You warned them, quickly shoving your things into their bags.

Chan stood with a grunt and a few cracks. “Y/n is right. This is not the place to discuss things like this.”

No one argued with him, moving to gather their own things and get ready to go home. It had been a long day, and this evening promised to be even longer

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Snakebit

Author's Note: This is not the entire story due to some images. The entire story can be found over at my blog (link on my Tumblr homepage). I hope you enjoy!

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Day 1 Andrea wove through the crowd at the local fair, her hand clasped tightly in Ryan’s as she pointed out booths that caught her eye.

“Oh! Let’s stop here,” she exclaimed, tugging him toward a stall covered in temporary tattoos. Magic Millie’s Tattoos claimed the sign. The designs were intricate, shimmering under the string lights overhead.

“Really?” Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re gonna spend ten bucks on something that washes off in two days?” “Why not?” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “It’s fun.  Don’t you think I’d look cute with a tattoo?”

She flipped through the designs, finally settling on a small black snake design. “This one,” she said, holding it up to the vendor.

Andrea pressed the tattoo onto her arm.

“Damn,” Ryan said, leaning in to inspect it. “That’s actually pretty cool.”

Andrea grinned. “Told you.”

------------------------------------------------------------------ Day 2 Andrea blinked awake. She stretched, yawning, and her gaze fell on her arm.

Her eyes widened. The snake was bigger. Its tail now extended down her bicep, and its head rested on her shoulder.

“Ryan!” she called, her voice full of panic.

He stumbled into the room, still groggy. “What’s wrong?” “Look!” She thrust her arm toward him.

He frowned, leaning in closer. “Wasn’t that…smaller yesterday?” “Obviously! And it won’t come off!” She rubbed at it furiously, but the tattoo didn’t budge.

“Maybe you should go back to that booth and ask about it,” Ryan suggested. “And say what? ‘Hi, your fake tattoo’s growing and it’s freaking me out’?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, Andrea. But this is wrong.” ------------------------------------------------------------------

Day 3 Andrea groaned as she woke, feeling an odd weight on her body. Her eyes fluttered open, and she froze.

Her reflection in the bedroom mirror was unrecognizable. 

“Ryan!” she shouted, sitting up and staring at herself.

He walked in, a cup of coffee in hand, and stopped dead. The mug slipped from his fingers, shattering on the floor. “Holy shit,” he whispered, his eyes wide as he took her in.

Andrea turned to him, her expression a mixture of panic and anger. “What’s happening to me?!”

Ryan didn’t respond immediately, his gaze drifting from her face to her body. He swallowed hard.

“Ryan,” she snapped. “Stop staring like that.” “Sorry,” he said quickly, his face flushing. “It’s just…you look…different.”

“Different?!” she barked, standing up. “That’s an understatement. I look like a completely different person!” She gestured to her reflection, her pajamas stretched to the limits against her swollen curves.

Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah, I mean…you do. But…you also look…amazing.” His voice softened on the last word, and Andrea’s sharp retort faltered as she noticed the way his eyes lingered on her curves.

“Seriously?” she said, her tone incredulous. “You’re turned on right now? I’m freaking out, and all you can think about is how hot I look?” “I didn’t say that!” he protested, though his cheeks flushed deeper. “I mean, I’m worried! But also…uh, yeah, maybe a little?”

Andrea glared at him, her frustration mounting.

“Whatever,” she muttered, turning away. “I need to figure out what the hell is going on.”

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❥ DAY 15. Morning sex! with Porco Galliard

Summary. Marcel brought his not anymore little brother to the beach vacation, you thirsty in the morning might lead you to let your morning desires lead you.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, mention of pregnancy. No proof edit, might edit later.

Word count. 1,611.

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Your best friend, Marcel, invited you and your friends to go to the beach on vacation. By indications of his mother, he had to bring his little brother with him since the little Porco was in a rebel phase.

As you remember, Marcel’s little brother was always noisy and glued to his big brother with his usual high pitched voice even though he was only a year younger than you.

Suddenly, he was all grown, fit and with a deep voice. What ruined you as soon as you saw him was that damn haircut that he got.

“Shit—  Shut up or they are going to hear us!” Porco covers your mouth with his hand as the other rubs small and fast circles on your clit.

You muffle in his hand, holding the kitchen counter for stability while his lips behind your ear makes your legs feel like jelly.

“Fuck, God bless the beach temperatures.” Porco whispers against your ear, biting your earlobe softly. “This tiny short of your pajamas makes everything so much easier.”

The sunlight is just sneaking out through the kitchen window, you woke up half asleep because you wanted a glass of water. That leaded you to find Porco looking for the leftovers of last night, you joked of his morning hungry and… Fuck.

How did you end up like this?

“It’s the hangover” You think, but you’re sure that is just a lame excuse.

Porco lets go of your mouth to slide his hand under your top and pinch your nipple between his fingers. You whimper, trying to be quiet but your chest burns in need when his hard crotch covered with thin sweatpants rubs against your ass.

You push your hips back against him as you throw your arm back to hold his neck as his fingers keep torturing your clit.

“Porco— Stop playing and slide your fingers in.” You whine and can’t hold the frown in your eyebrows when you hear his laugh vibrating against your ear. Ignore how wet you are getting with his voice. Remember: It used to be so high pitched that it gave you headaches!

“Already so needy? Yesterday you were avoiding me and now you beg for my fingers?” He passes them a little lower, teasing against your folds and causing you to roll your eyes at the sensation. “You’re so crazy that it makes me want to ignore everyone in the house and make you scream my name.”

In the soft silence of the morning, the wet sounds of his kisses on your neck are just slightly heard over your low whispers. Due to the soaking in your cunt and panties, everytime that he teases you rubbing them up and down through your folds, the wet sound makes your heart skip a beat on fear that the echo made it louder.

“Do you really want me to finger you? I won’t mind. But, what would my brother think?” He sucks on your neck while his hand squeezes your breast, shaking it. You bite your lip to hold the moan and he slides the half of one of his fingers inside. “He’s so fucking annoying by overprotecting me, what if I just breed you so good until I get you pregnant? Would you like that?”

You try to answer, but he fully slides two fingers inside and curls them on your G-Spot almost immediately as he enters. Fuck, what fucking college he goes to? He just goes to have sex and learn how to fuck?

“That it’d be so fucking hot— God!” You move your ass up and down against him, sighing at the feeling and his words. “J–Just imagine, babe. My cum dripping on your thighs while we breakfast with my brother and his friends, these sweet tits getting bigger— Fuck, just let me do it raw, please?”

He slides out of your cunt, receiving a soft whine from you as he turns your body to face him. He takes off his shirt in front of you and pulls down his pants, he's all naked in full sight for you and your common sense betrays you to let your hormones lead your actions.

“Okay, but pull out when you’re cumming.” 

He smirks, grabbing your waist to lift you and seat you on the counter before pulling down your shorts. Just like before, your common sense betrays you at all when you lift your top over your head to also get rid of your shirt.

The warmth of the first rays of sunshine covering your bodies through the window makes you shiver in excitement for pleasure.

Now, If anyone comes for a glass of water they’ll find more than just Porco eating the leftovers.

“Just be silent, okay? My brother is kinda old and needs his full sleep hours” He winks at you as he slowly starts to slide inside you.

You bite your lip as you hold his shoulders, feeling his thick cock making a way through your wet walls.

“H–He’s just a year older— And I’m the same age as him. Fuck!” Your final swear comes out a little sharp and louder than your previous whispers, feeling his tip hitting fully inside with a hard thrust.

“See? Old people don’t listen to the younger ones, I told you to be silent.” He smirks, grabbing your hips as he thrusts devilishly slow.

“Fuck, go faster, idiot” You groan, throwing your head back as his lips reach for your nipples to suck them.

He lets out of your bud, leaving it hard and wet as he kisses your skin between them as he reaches the other.

“I need to go slow if you don’t want them to find us.” He groans, reaching the other nipple to also keep his mouth busy with something to not let out a lewd sound. 

You sigh, hugging his neck as you clench your cunt around him to make his movements harder as his fingers ding on the skin of your hips, groaning at the sweet grip of you around him.

“If you move a little faster, I…” You sigh, moving your hips upwards and backwards for more as his growls get more irrepressible. “I may let you cum inside.”

Porco widens his eyes by your words before starting to get a quicker peace, maybe your skins are not slapping too loud, but the wet sound of your pussy dripping with every thrust. He just shakes his head in answer as he takes more and more of your with his hips hitting on you.

You hug his neck, sinking your moans on his shoulder while he has to shut his eyes and look at the ceiling as he enjoys the sensation of your pussy tightening around him.

When your legs hug his waist to keep him closer, he lets out a tiny whine as he bites your shoulder to not groan loud. His morning hard was annoying him for a while, that’s the reason why he came to the kitchen to distract himself, but you came and… Well, this happened.

He’s already feeling close, he doesn’t wants to cum without making you do it too so he grabs your hips and starts hitting harder, without caring of the skin slapping sound or your moans now being so much less able to hold as you tighten on his cock.

“I–I’m close!” You moan against his ear, sending painful pulses on his crotch slamming between your legs. “M–Make me cum, please!”

“As my senior says.” He groans, pleased as his thrusts get harder until you legs around his waist hug him harder and you whine sharply his name feeling the waves of your orgasm showering you.

You shut your eyes, riding the orgasm with every thrust, expecting to feel the hot feeling of his cum on your cunt, but when he suddenly pulls out you open your eyes to the sight of him pumping his erection until his cum spread around your thighs and some drops in your fold’s entrance.

A guttural growl follows his orgasm, holding the counter on the sides of your thighs for support while you breathe hard, playing with his messy hair while he tries to recompose.

“What? Did you get scared of cum inside?” You ask with a shaky voice, grabbing your top from beside you to put it on again. “It could be that the kids of today don't know about birth control?”

He snorts, shaking his head as the kneels down to straighten again as he pulls up his sweatpants.

“I’m a good man who respects the desires of a girl who’s not sure of me cumming inside” He tilts his head, faking an innocent expression and you hit his shoulder as you look away with a  smile.

“Shut up, good man.”

“It’s good to see that you both finally get along.” A feminine voice calls for your attention and you both feel a cold sweat running through your foreheads as you look at Pieck smiling at you both half naked.

“Pieck! This is just—”

“No, you don’t have to say why you’re showing your pussy in full sight for Porco” She smiles, looking away as Porco awkwardly stands between your legs covering your intimacy. “Just dress up, and don’t worry, I brought everyone earplugs yesterday since Porco said that he’d finally make a move with his crush.”

She winks before walking away again as Porco swears at her between his teeths. You laugh softly, caressing his neck with your nails to get his attention back to you and see his soft blush.

“I’m not ready for the pregnancy part, but I guess that we can try some dates before.”

@softlilpeachxx

[taahko]

I just found your blog today can you please explain or point out a post that explains the MASH timeloop thing? I love the show but I've never heard anyone talk abt it that way before

oh yay hurray ive been waiting for an excuse to talk about this lmao sorry this is long

ok so basically maeve (my gf) and i started watching mash for the first time about a month ago and we started joking about it being like the characters were stuck in a time loop mostly because the same basic episode format is repeated over and over, because it's a sitcom from the 70s and the episodes arent meant to be watched en masse where you can start noticing all the little repetitions and plot holes and inconsistencies that naturally occur in longform tv

but then i started to pay attention to the dates being mentioned in the show - famously the korean war never technically ended, but american troops were involved in active on the ground fighting between 1950 and 1953, so the entire 11 seasons of mash have to be squeezed into that three year period. with 251 episodes occurring within 1,129 days, that gives every episode about 4.5 days of real time. so it works right? no time loop right? well wait a sec

for the first 5 seasons or so of mash they give very consistent dates about when things are happening. for example, bj arrives in korea in september of 1952, at the start of season 4. colonel potter arrives about a week after him, and talks about how he has 18 months left before his retirement. that gives us about 7 months for the shows final 7 seasons to take place in, meaning that by the episode 'point of view' in season 7 we should be around december of 1952. in that episode the pov character starts writing a letter home and in the corner he writes the date:

september of 1951. ok, could be that this episode isn't meant to take place in the regular timeline of the season - maybe for some reason its just like, a random flashback episode. but bj, charles, and potter are all present, even though none of them got to korea until 1952. now i KNOW that this is not like, the True Hidden Secret Lore of MASH, this is the writers realizing they were running out of road and turning back the clock a bit to accommodate for how long the show was running on. but play in my time loop space with me please

more talking points:

consistent jokes about time zones and how difficult it is to call the states because "our today is their yesterday but if you call them now it might not reach them until our tomorrow and by that point our yesterday will be their today"

hawkeye's increasing mania over the seasons and his conviction that the war will never end, comparing the camp to dante's inferno multiple times. maeve once pointed out that the closer hawkeye comes to realizing that he's trapped in a time loop the closer he gets to being institutionalized - and what does the series finale cold open onto ? hawkeye in a mental institution. the only way out is to lose yourself etc. sidenote frank also escaped the time loop by going insane and getting institutionalized

in a war for all seasons bj potter and charles are all present at the 1951 new years party as well as the 1952 new years party

there are three christmas episodes, two of which bj is present for even though he should only have spent one christmas in korea

details of people's families and lives shift around - sometimes potter's got multiple grandchildren, sometimes he only has one, sometimes its a girl, sometimes its a boy, sometimes she's 5, sometimes he's 2

we're not the first people to talk about this either, here's a good video compilation posted a couple yrs ago of time loop moments

overall ive been using the time loop thesis to add another layer to my mash viewing experience. it increases the already present sense of constant dread, anger, frustration, and disgust with their situation that the characters feel, plus it feels like a very poignant take on the united states' constant warmongering and violent existence. it really never ends, it just goes on an on. the future's been canceled by the war department- we're just gonna replay the past.

[judesmoonbeauty]

2024 Villain’s Festival: Jude Jazza Bonus Story Part 1 ♛

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Please note, I will translate what I am able to obtain during the event. This is a two-part story with part two only available to those who rank. I can not guarantee I will receive part two. Part 2 was achieved.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with///

Kate: Haa…

(Yesterday, Victor's momentum got me nodding my head…..)

(It's a lot of responsibility to decide where all that money goes.)

Starting today, I’m sure they’ll go after my heart any way they can for the bonus.

(But, I don't think I can stand the thought of being targeted for a while….)

I think I understand a little better now how the criminals targeted by the Crown feel.

I'd like to hide myself at least for the morning to prepare my mind.

(Okay, I got out of there without anyone finding me….!)

(Let's just stay out here and kill some time and go back in this afternoon.)

???: Where are you going out so early in the morning, Princess?

(This voice is…?)

Kate: Jude…?

I slowly turned around and saw Jude standing at the gate under the dazzling morning sun.

(I knew it was Jude. But there was something wrong with the way he just spoke.)

Jude: What’s wrong? You’re making a strange face.

Kate: What's wrong with…..the way your talking?

Jude: You’re curious?

Jude: I wondered if this way of speaking will make you like me more.…..

Kate: Huh? Like?

Jude: Ah...I almost forgot. I bought this because I thought you would like it.

He hands me a paper bag, manipulating his beautiful Queen's English even though he is not at work.***(See T/L at the bottom).

It was a paper bag from my favorite bakery. The bag was warm and smelled good, as if it was freshly baked.

Kate: I can have this?

Jude: Of course. I bought it for you.

Jude: I just think it's a bit much for one person to eat.

Jude: I'm hoping we can have breakfast together…..what do you think? 

Kate: “What do I think”?!

(I can't believe you asked me for my opinion…..!? Who is this, could it be prank ......!?)

It was almost as if Victor would jump out and say something like, "Yeah! It was a huge success!

Jude is being totally strange right now.

Kate: Um, have you been working too much? Or did you hit your head?

Jude: What makes you think that?

Kate: Because you’re acting too strange! I think you should see Roger!

Jude: Am I sick? There's nothing wrong with me……but if so, I hope you’ll take care of me, Kate.

Jude scooped up my hand in a flowing gesture and dropped a kiss on its fingertips.

Kate: Eek….!!

Jude: …….

I thought I saw a vein on Jude's temple rise when he saw me scream.

I may have seen it wrong, though, because it disappeared in an instant.

Jude: I've only recently fallen for you by accident, so it's no wonder that you’re surprised.

Jude: What do you think? What if we went on a date for the day, and I let you know how I feel about you?

(Oh, he stared acting strange since today...... perhaps, without a doubt.)

Kate: Jude, did you do something elaborate like this just to collect all the bonuses?!

Jude: No way….

Kate: Because, even if heaven and earth were to topple over, there’s no way that you would fall in love with me, Jude. 

Jude: ……..

Kate: See, I knew it!

Kate: If you can get money just by spoiling me, you’d think it’s worth the money! 

Jude: Haa…..***(See T/L note at the bottom)

With a sigh, the mask of the pasted-on smile crumbled.

Jude: Ya know exactly what I’m doin’….If ya know that much, then give me what I want.

The sweet atmosphere from earlier has completely changed. Jude shoots me a sharp look.

I felt a little relieved because his eyes, which held a dangerous light, were the same as usual.

Kate: Give it…..

Jude: The winner's necklace. Ya wear it, don'tcha?

Kate: I will not give it to you!

Kate: This is my very heart and I will not give it when threatened. Because those are the rules. 

Jude: Tsk, how annoyin’. If you're gonna talk about rules, whaddaboutcha, who tried to escape from the review?

Kate: I’m not trying to escape….

Jude: If ya weren't gonna run away, where were ya goin’ to go out so early in the morning?

Kate: That’s…

Jude: Oh, I remember now. Ya were gonna go out with me, weren'tcha?

Kate: What? I didn’t promise that….

Jude: Is there any other reason why ya left the castle so early in the mornin’ other than your plans with me?

Jude: I can't imagine. Why don't we ask some of the other guys?

Kate: Is that...a threat that if I don't go out with you, you'll reveal that I tried to run away?

Jude: If that's whatcha think, then that's whatcha think.

Jude: So, whaddya doin’ today?

Kate: …….

Kate: I'm going out with you Jude.….

As I gave up and accepted the proposal, Jude smiled wryly, as if convinced of victory.

***Queen’s English. This is a literal translation. According to Cambridge Dictionary: the English language as it is spoken in the south of England, considered by some people as a standard of good English. Essentially, Jude is speaking proper, well-educated English when trying to woo Kate. 

***I believe it's self-explanatory, but I went all out on his informal speech just to contrast it with his proper English that was described as beautiful by Kate.

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[atheneum-of-you]

I've talked a lot about priest/ priestesshood on my blog recently as well as my journey as a priestess in training for Lord Hermes. (I promise I'll post other stuff as well this has just become the forefront of my life recently and I enjoy sharing my journey!)

With that in mind, I wanted to share what it's like deciphering card pulls with Hermes, particularly when it comes to tasks. As I've started in a couple of previous posts, tasks are basically your training and given to you by your god to strengthen your skills with them and teach you how to work under them. It's similar to job training.

The Cards

Before I ask for my tasks, I like to ask him if he has any messages for me, typically a 1 or 2 card pull. I was immediately given the Sword card.

The card represents birthright and purpose. I had taken this as another small confirmation that priestesshood was the right path for me (as I had done a small tarot reading for myself earlier saying something similar). I had no clue that he had drawn the card for a meaning I would only figure out later, but with that now in mind, I moved on. I asked for my next task for him and drew the following cards:

I was a little surprised to see 2 cards from my last task reappear (the fields and the cottage in the woods) and at first glance of the cards I assumed it would be another Demeter message (as it is winter it would make sense for her to be particularly active). But the crossroads stumped me. The crossroads are typically associated with Hecate, not Demeter. Additionally, I didn't draw the Herald card (Hermes's card), so I wasn't entirely sure if this was a message to be delivered. Did Hecate want to speak with me directly? But why draw the Pair card? Hecate is a trio goddess.

Epithets

The cards stumped me for a while and I ended up leaving the task incomplete, deciding it'd be best to revisit with a clearer head (I was dealing with a lot yesterday).

As I woke up this morning, I looked to my references to find a suitable epithet of Hermes to pray to this morning. And while looking, I noticed one specifically that piqued my interest. One I wasn't aware of before.

Hermes Trikephalos.

Hermes of road-intersections. Hermes three headed.

Hermes has a crossroads association.

Suddenly my cards started to slowly piece together. The crossroads card was never about Hecate, Hermes is the god of travel, the messenger of gods. ALL gods, including the chthonic. I didn't need the Herald card, he had represented himself using an epithet he wanted me to learn.

Interpreting the Cards

I had learned from my previous task that Hermes doesn't always use the cards' intended meaning when giving me my tasks, so I always observe the cards themselves and the picture they create before interpreting them individually. I almost exclusively use this deck for Hermes because it's a panoramic deck, meaning when put together, the cards can form a much larger image:

While naturally everything doesn't line up perfectly, it does create a scene. A pair (which I immediately considered lovers) overlooking a field and home in isolation. Across from the home (a little distance away), a goddess statue points to a crossroads. I'd already established that the crossroads card signified Hermes, but it was more than that. The crossroads represent the intersection between our world and the gods' and are heavily associated with the chthonic gods. It represented a goddess at the crossroads, her back turned to a lonely field that she overlooked with her lover.

Suddenly, it all made sense. The cards spoke of Persephone, leaving the mortal fields of her mother's (hence me drawing both cards of Demeter's from my last reading) and making her descent back into the Underworld. My task was not a message to deliver, but a study session.

The Completed Task

I had learned a new epithet oh Hermes, had learned how to read my cards without using the actual meanings of them, and learned how to read them as a vision/ story. Sometimes, my duties as a messenger will involve me needing to not observe the strict meaning of the cards and instead interpreting them as a vision. Similar to skrying.

I was fully prepared to run around trying to figure out what message to give to who, but this was an absolute blast to decipher. Hermes's tasks tend to be criptic and very much as a combination of games. Clue, Guess Who, word association, puzzles, riddles, etc. He makes you have to think critically and outside of the box and purposely tries to stump you. Things won't mean what you think they mean, and it turns into a battle of wit, and if he can successfully outsmart you. And your job as his underling is to not let him. Honestly, I think if I were using any other deck, I'd be pulling my hair out.

I revisited the Sword card from earlier and realized it had a whole new meaning. It wasn't just confirmation. He was telling me to be sharp, and to always be ready for his tricks and games. And I'll be moving forward with that in mind from here on out.

This is what it's like, training under Hermes. And it's the most fun I've had in years.

[myokk]

Ok a little diary post for today as I wait for it to stop raining so I can walk my dogs♥️

1 & 2: the view I’m leaving behind & the mountains I am moving to♥️ this move is SO bittersweet for me, because I genuinely love the sea so much and the best part of my day is often when I go swimming in the morning. I go every morning, rain or shine, 0° or 20°, and sometimes I’m lucky and get to see the most breathtaking sunrises like this🫶

3: rainbow I saw today (I always get excited when I see rain and sun and can’t take my eyes off of the sky JUST IN CASE🤭🤞)

4 & 5: as I clean and packed everything up, I found SO MANY FREE SAMPLES of makeup and skincare😅 I’m trying them out and pretending I can afford these brands for a few days💅 plus David and I went to a village recently and just hiked from beach to beach until it was dark♥️

6: later sunrise + the two goblins👹👹

Ok I know that normally i am so positive and I don’t like to complain or anything on my blog…but this has genuinely been one of the worst weeks EVER😭😭 moving is the most stressful thing, and I every night I get lucky if I get 3 hours of sleep🥲 I lie in bed at night with my brain just screaming at me everythinf I need to be doing & I’m just so so so stressed out and anxious about everything. I feel like all I’ve been doing lately is clean or cry and I’m ready for it to be over😭😭😭 my dogs are finally done being sick as of yesterday (all the dogs in my city seemingly caught a stomach virus), but I think a really bad sickness is just starting for me due to stress/no sleep & Thursday can’t come fast enough!!! (We turn in our keys on Thursday and then I just need to accept that it’s over)

If I’m not super active or responding to anything these days just know that it’s because ummmmm this has been the worst month ever🥲 but thinfs will slow down a lot in the village & even though I don’t like change that much, I think this is going to be an amazing one once we are all settled in♥️

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Never Have I Ever (Part 2) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Civilian Contractor! Reader (Callsign: Dove)

Length: 3.1k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Female Reader with a Callsign, but no Physical Description or Name; Not Necessarily Healthy Decisions/Coping Mechanisms; Shy! Reader; Slow Burn; Coworkers to Friends to Lovers; Oblivious Idiots; Excessive Pining; Suggestive Humor

Summary: Hangman and Dove move into some more awkward topics as they continue Dove's challenge.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Master List

# 13 - Ridden a Motorcycle

Stepping out of her apartment building, Dove paused when she saw Maverick waiting for her instead of Hangman in his truck. 

“Hey, Mav,” she greeted him, raising an eyebrow when he offered her a helmet. 

“Hangman looped me in about your challenge to yourself,” Maverick explained as Dove took the helmet. “And I thought I would offer some help.”

“Thanks, Mav.”

Dove put the helmet on and nervously climbed onto the back of the Kawasaki. Looking around, Dove turned back to Maverick. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

“That doesn’t really make me feel safe!” Dove yelped as Maverick drove down the road. 

~~~~~

“Why did you have Maverick drive me to Target?” Dove asked Hangman as they walked inside together. “I’m here at least once a week.” 

“We’re stocking up and looking for some inspiration,” Hangman explained, leading the way. 

“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this trip?” Dove sighed, following behind him. 

They worked clockwise through the store. They spent some time in the food section, picking out a few items for inspiration before moving onto the beauty section. Dove was looking at the hair dye options when Jake dropped a box into the cart. Looking down, Dove raised an eyebrow.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Hangman?” 

“You can wax whatever body part you want. You haven’t ever waxed . . . something before, right?”

“No, I haven’t. And I’ll just leave it there,” Dove replied, turning back to the hair dye options. Picking up two bottles, she showed them to Jake. “Should I do blue or red?” 

“You’re going to dye your hair?” he asked, sounding a bit concerned.

“Just temporary. This stuff is spray-on and it washes off with a shower.” 

“Then red. The blue is too . . .” Jake trailed off, meeting Dove’s gaze. “I don’t want to be rude.” 

“I’ll just get red then,” Dove agreed, placing one bottle in the cart and the other back. 

~~~~~

# 14 - Bought a Pregnancy Test

Jake and Dove slowly walked down the ‘family planning’ aisle. Dove forced herself to stare straight ahead as she and Jake stood side by side in front of the shelves. She leaned forward, grabbing a random pregnancy test before tossing it into the cart. 

Jake didn’t comment on her choice.

~~~~~

# 15 - Bought Condoms

“What size should I buy?” Dove asked Jake.

“What are you talking about?” 

“The condoms.” 

Jake turned to Dove, who refused to meet his gaze. Clearing his throat, he rubbed his cheek, trying to find a way out of the awkward question. 

“Just buy whatever size you’ve bought before.”

“I’ve never bought them before, that’s why I suggested it,” Dove pointed out, causing Jake to clear his throat again.

“Well, just buy a size that one of your exes wore. Just to get it over with.” 

“I don’t remember what sizes they wore,” Dove lied, but not in the way that Jake assumed.   

“Really?”

“Why?” Dove replied defensively. 

“You have an almost perfect memory,” Jake stated calmly, causing Dove to grow sheepish. “How much was your bill at the Hard Deck yesterday?”

“It’s unimportant.” 

But $16.53 kept flashing in her mind. 

“Just pick one.” 

“I’m not going to just pick one. It’ll just go to waste.” 

“Alright, let’s not overcomplicate things,” Jake sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Glancing over at Dove, and causing her to turn away from him quickly, Jake leaned down, grabbed a box, and tossed it into the cart. “There. Done. Let’s move on.” 

“Gladly.” 

They got to the self-checkout area and they were about to start scanning when Dove let out a groan. 

“I forgot to get milk.” 

“I’ll go grab it,” Jake offered, stepping back. 

“Thanks.” 

“Well, you’re buying me condoms,” Jake mused, causing Dove’s cheeks to warm. “I think I can return the favor.” 

Dove nodded and swallowed thickly before going back to her scanning. She moved through the items before she picked up the box of condoms. She had told herself and Jake that she wouldn’t look, but her impulse control wasn’t what it once was these days. 

“That was a bad idea,” she cursed herself, scanning the box and tossing it into her shopping bag. “A dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb idea, Dove.” 

Jake eventually caught up with her and they walked out of the store together. Putting the bag into the back of Jake’s truck, Dove walked around and sat in the passenger seat. Jake placed the milk carton down beside the bag and quickly grabbed the box of condoms and shoved them into his pocket. 

“You just had to open your mouth in front of the condoms,” he scolded himself, closing the trunk. 

~~~~~

# 16 - Bought a Lottery Ticket

“Why are we stopping at a gas station?” Dove asked Jake as he held the door open for her. 

“Well, I assumed that you’ve never bought a lottery ticket before.”

“No, I haven’t,” she admitted quietly. 

Dove walked over to the clerk and bought a random lottery ticket. After grabbing it, Dove and Jake headed back out to the truck. 

“You think you’ll win anything?” Jake asked as he started the truck. 

“No. I'm not usually lucky,” she replied bluntly, tucking the ticket into her purse.

“You never know,” Jake returned, causing Dove to look over at him. “You could get lucky soon.” 

“Maybe,” Dove agreed quietly. 

~~~~~

# 17 - Tried Baby Food

“If anything, this should be the safest food you'll eat all day,” Jake stated, opening the jar of baby food. “And it’s apple flavored, so it should taste just like applesauce.” 

Dove pulled out a spoon and scooped out some baby food. Bringing it to her mouth, she tasted it tentatively for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and nodding.

“Yeah, just like applesauce. It’s weirdly smooth though.”

~~~~~

#18 - Waxed

“If this burns my skin, it’s on your head, Seresin,” Dove warned Jake, applying the wax to her thigh.

They were standing in her bathroom together and Dove had changed into a pair of gym shorts while Jake heated up the wax for her. Holding out her hand, Dove thanked Jake when he handed her the paper strip before placing the paper down on top of the wax. Turning back to him, she gripped the flap, took a breath, and yanked the strip. 

“Fuck!”

“What? What?” 

Dove hopped on one foot and eventually balanced herself on Jake as she looked down to see if her leg was actually on fire or not. Jake held her right hand as Dove poked at the now irritated skin. 

“You still have two legs,” Jake remind Dove, causing her to scoff.

“Why don’t you try some then if it’s not so bad?” 

~~~~~

# 19 - Waxed Someone Else

“Just put it on my leg,” Jake sighed, pulling up his shorts a little more. “Tit for tat.” 

Dove placed a heavy glob on his thigh and spread it around. Picking up another strip of paper, Dove pressed it down onto the wax before looking up at Jake. She grabbed the flap and offered him a smile. 

“You need a countdown, Lieutenant?” 

With how they were situated, Dove was sitting in between Jake’s legs as his leg was resting on the edge of the tub. And the way that she was smiling at him and the way that she let his rank slide off her tongue . . . he forced himself to look up at the ceiling.

“Just pull it.” 

~~~~~

# 20 - Left a Negative Review Online

“You know, I didn’t actually rip your leg off.” 

“Still, we have to warn people. Don’t need anyone else getting skinned alive,” Jake replied, accepting a bag of ice from Dove. “Grab your phone.”

“To take a picture of you being dramatic?”

“No, to write a bad review. That shit’s horrible!” 

“It was only seven dollars. What did you expect?”

“Just write a bad review,” Jake sighed, sitting up as he rested the bag of ice against his red skin. Looking up at Dove, who made no move to grab her phone, he tilted his chin up. “You’ve never written a bad review before have you?” 

“Of course, I have!” Dove protested, folding her arms over her chest. When Jake stared her down, Dove winced and turned away.

“Grab. Your. Phone.” 

Dove sat down beside Jake and pulled up the product that they bought. Glancing over at Jake, she turned back to her phone and typed out a review.

Wax was a bit difficult coming off.

“Even when you’re writing a bad review, you’re being nice,” Jake sighed, causing Dove to sour.

Wax felt like you were ripping your skin off. Leaves an angry red rash behind. And it reduced a big tough naval aviator to tears.

“I didn’t cry!” 

“I could see tears,” Dove replied, laughing as Jake tried to snatch her phone. 

Leaning away from him as he pressed up against her, she held her phone away from him. Managing to hit the post button before he could grab it, Dove turned to Jake, who was a lot closer to her than she was expecting. And Jake, in turn, seemed to realize how far he had leaned over, pretty much pressing Dove against the arm of her couch. 

“Well,” Jake stated awkwardly. He scooched over to the opposite end of the small couch and cleared his throat. “I have a couple more ideas.” 

“Alright,” Dove agreed quietly, slowly sinking back into his seat. 

~~~~~

# 21 - Watched Keeping Up with the Kardashians

“I can feel myself getting dumber,” Dove commented, frowning at the ridiculous scene. 

“You want to switch to something else?” 

“Wait, I want to see how Kim flips out first.”

“So, you like it?”

“You’re the one who had it under their recommendations,” Dove pointed out, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

~~~~~

# 22 - Watched a Horror Movie

“This is more like psychological horror than jump scare horror,” Jake replied as Dove hugged a throw pillow, staring at the screen. 

“That can be worse,” Dove stated quietly. 

“Phoenix liked it.” 

Dove groaned and held the pillow to her face. Jake reached for a handful of popcorn and leaned back in his seat. The movie progressed and Jake could feel Dove getting more and more on edge with the direction that the movie was taking. And when it got to the truly creepy scenes, she winced and hid her face in the pillow. 

“Well, you’re watching half of a horror movie,” Jake commented, earning an indignant look. Rolling her eyes, Dove turned back to the screen out of spite

“You’re such a—” 

The jump scare, of course, flashed onto the screen and Dove jumped a bit. She didn’t scream or anything excessive more than a gasp, but because she had been kneeling, she fell over and landed on his thighs. Jake winced and Dove quickly apologized.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jake assured her, wincing a bit as she slid off of him.

“Do you need more ice?” Dove asked, causing Jake to momentarily panic.

“For what?”

“Your wax burn?” Dove suggested, like it was obvious.

“Oh . . . no, I’m fine.”

~~~~~

# 23 - Pressed Every Button in an Elevator

The elevator bell dinged overhead and Dove grit her teeth together just a little bit more. The doors held open for a moment before closing again.

“If we ever make it to the bottom of the building, Hangman, you have a five second head start before I kill you,” Dove warned him.

“You’re not a very patient person.” 

“For murder, I am,” she replied, shooting him a look.

Jake offered her a smile that had earned him a lot of sharp remarks over the years, but with the way that Dove was glaring at him, the edges of his smile softened. She tried to look menacing, but she only managed to appear about as threatening as a kitten. 

“Where are we going anyways?” Dove sighed, turning back to the door. 

~~~~~

# 24 - Snuck In to See a Movie

“Jake,” Dove hissed to him as he led her in through the side entrance to the theater. “What are you doing? We’re too old for this shit.” 

“No one’s even going to be in here. Come on,” Jake insisted, grabbing her hand and tugging her into the theater closest to the door. “I mean, how many people are going to watch this movie? It’s been out for weeks.”

“I don’t know.” 

“In the middle of the day?”

“If we get kicked out and banned, it’s your fault,” Dove hissed as they took their seats. 

The movie started and after a while, Dove actually relaxed and started to watch it. They walked out together along with three other people and headed out to Jake’s truck.

“That wasn’t too bad for a free movie.” 

“No,” Dove agreed, hopping into his truck. “I mean, Jon Hamm makes every movie better.” 

“You like Jon Hamm?” Jake asked, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Really?”

“What?”

“Isn’t he a little old for you?”

“And a little too famous for me,” Dove scoffed, putting her seatbelt on. 

“Doesn’t he look too much like Cyclone for you?” Jake continued, starting up the truck. Turning quickly to Dove as realization struck him, he asked, “Is that why you’re so nice to Cyclone? Because he looks like Jon Hamm?”

“He’s our boss, of course, I’m nice to him,” Dove snapped, leaning back in her seat. “And besides, Cyclone doesn’t smile.”

“You like a guy who smiles?” 

“I like a guy who actually drives instead of holding me hostage in a parking lot.”

“Picky, picky,” Hangman joked before driving off.

~~~~~

# 25 - Taken a Coin from a Fountain

“Are you kidding me?” Dove hissed to Jake, who shrugged in response.

“Just do it.” 

“No!”

“Why not?”

“It’s wrong, Jake.” 

“What? It’s just a coin. Look, that dime’s barely even in the water. You can scoop it up easily,” Jake insisted, pointing at a coin. 

“Someone made a wish and put it in there. We can’t just take it.” 

“They won’t know.”

“But I’ll know,” Dove replied, causing Jake to groan. 

“Why does it matter so much to you?” 

“Because.” 

“Because why?”

“Well,” Dove sighed, looking away from Jake. “My parents divorced when I was a kid and they always met at the local mall when I would switch parents. And my dad always gave me a coin to make a wish while we waited for my mom and . . .” 

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Jake stated as Dove turned her back to him. “We don’t have to do it.”

“Even if I was just lying?” 

“Even if . . . you were lying about that?” Jake demanded, causing Dove to smile proudly. 

“Yeah. Well, my parents are divorced, but the rest of it was bullshit.” Nudging him on the arm, she laughed. “But I thought you of all people wouldn’t fall for the whole ‘divorced parents’ sob story.” Smiling to herself, she folded her arms over her chest. “Maybe I’m a better liar than I thought.” 

“So, you’re going to take a coin then?”

“No, it’s still wrong, Jake.” 

“Here, I’ll throw one in and you can pick that one. I don’t mind if you crush my dreams,” Jake offered jokingly, pulling out his wallet. He grabbed a penny and tossed it onto the edge of the pool. “There.”

Dove huffed and looked around before bending over and grabbing the penny quickly from the water. Turning back to Jake, she handed the penny back.

“What did you wish for?”

“That I don’t fall for your little stories again,” Jake muttered, causing Dove to grin. 

“We pulled the coin out, so your wish isn’t going to happen.”

Jake sighed and shook his head, earning a smile and giggle from Dove in return.

~~~~~

# 26 - Committed a Federal Crime

“Jake, this isn’t a crime.” 

“You’re taking my mail. It’s a federal crime, Dove.” 

“You handed me your mail key.” 

“Sneaking into the movie theater, taking a coin from a public fountain, and now you’re stealing mail? Where will it end?” Jake listed dramatically, causing Dove to shush him. 

“Here’s your mail. All two envelopes,” she replied, handing over the key and mail.

“You have to open it.” 

Dove huffed and rolled her eyes, opening one of the envelopes begrudgingly. Pulling out the paper inside, she turned to Jake.

“Did you want to upgrade your WiFi?” she asked sarcastically.

~~~~~

# 27 - Licked a Bar of Soap

“When I said that I could eat, I wasn’t referring to soap,” Dove replied, opening the box. 

“The rest of the squad is coming over soon. I told them to bring food.”

Dove stuck out her tongue and licked the bar of soap before wrinkling her nose and walking off to the bathroom to wash out her mouth. 

“You pick the dumbest ones,” she huffed.

~~~~~

# 28 - Had an Anchovy

“They’re not that bad,” Bob stated, ignoring the disgusted looks from the rest of the people in the room. “What? They’re not.”

“Let me just get this over with. If the taste doesn’t kill me, the smell will,” Dove sighed, grabbing an anchovy from the tin and shoving it into her mouth.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust but swallowed it like a champion and quickly reached for her drink. Sliding the tin over to Bob as she took a few gulps, Dove finished her drink and hiccuped. 

“You can keep the rest, Bob.”

~~~~~

# 29 - Been Given Flowers

“Sorry, I’m late,” Rooster stated, sliding into Jake’s apartment. “Have we voted yet?”

“Not yet,” Phoenix stated, shaking her head. 

“Good.”

Rooster set the grocery bag down on the countertop and turned to Dove, who sighed when she saw the look in his eye. 

“Please don’t tell me that you brought more fish.”

“No, but have you ever been gifted flowers, Dove?”

“Not that I can think of, no. Why?”

Rooster pulled out a small bundle of yellow flowers wrapped in plastic and handed it to Dove. Her eyes widened and she took the small bouquet in her hand, staring down at it curiously. She sniffed the flowers before turning back to Rooster.

“Thanks.”

“Any time,” Rooster replied with a wink before moving to walk around the kitchen island. “Excuse me, Hangman.”

Rooster passed by Jake, completely ignoring his death stare, and grabbed a plate. Phoenix got everyone’s attention while Dove quietly placed the flowers down behind her. 

“Alright, where are we going to go for our team vacation? Vegas? Or the lakehouse that Bob found?”

“Vegas,” Rooster quickly voted. 

“Lakehouse,” Hangman immediately challenged. 

“Something tells me that I should crack open a beer,” Coyote sighed, walking to the fridge.

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