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luffyvace · 6 months ago

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yandere hero & villain hxh au pt2

to explain this again for those who haven’t seen pt1, Basically the main 4 & the Hunter association are the heroes and the villains are the phantom troupe!!

Request via dms by: @animerules898

Btw this is separate for each character, and bc they’re yandere they feel like the opposite side (hero in this case) want to take you away from them so they’re protective 💃👍

This is the villain one! Pt1 has the heroes! Also! These exclude hisoka & kalluto! + have Illumi! :)

Light Yandere! Themes, mentions of death/killing—Phantom Troupe stuff yk, nothing too crazy ofc!! (Here’s pt1)

Chrollo:

Ngl unless you’re scared of this man (he’s always gentle and never hurts you physically) you’re pretty much good! 👍

like I said…..physically. 😬 depending on whether or not you try to escape (he inevitably kidnaps you bc there’s no way you’ve seen the news on how dangerous he is and will decide to date him anyway- or maybe you will! What do I know..) your mental may take a hit

he’ll give you anything you want really, and I don’t hc him to punish you by taking away luxuries, he’ll just ignore your behavior, patiently waiting for you to stop acting out (if you do, like I said)

he is heavily protective over you though! Thankfully for him, he basically has a whole gang ready to help him jump any heroes who may try and “save” you! :)

pshh! Just who do those heroes think they’re saving anyway?! He gives you more than enough love and most of them are just as bad as him anyway! 🙄

anywho! These gotta be short bc the villain version has more characters 😊

Nobunaga:

Nobunaga definitely doesn’t like the heroes but oddly enough would be open to any of them “opening they’re eyes” and switching sides if they’re strong!

not to say he immediately trusts them tho! Especially around you! His beloved! He hardly lets anyone near you! Those darned heroes aren’t even gonna be able to touch you with a 10 feet poll before they’re sliced into shreds 😤✋

there’ll be no “saving” you on his watch! 😒 he heavily watches over you, if he can’t he’ll have his buddy Uvo do it! (And boy you don’t dare try to escape when he’s around) otherwise, he’ll probably pay Shalnark to do it, this is VERY rare tho

he doesn’t really trust him like that knowing he’s a sadist…..but he’ll do it if it comes down to it. he has faith in the troupe so there’s no one else he’d rather go to

overall you have a pretty decent life! You always have essential needs met like food, clothes and shelter. And! Nobunaga actually does really well controlling his temper around you, so you’re pretty good! He keeps security tight so your chances of getting away are slim. You won’t be going anywhere, but ask for something and he’ll deliver!

Feitan

oh gosh….I LOVE this man but I feel for you when I say your in for it…😃

no. I don’t hc him to abuse/torture you cuz no. I just never liked those hcs tbh 😅 but I don’t exactly think he’ll be all kissy over you LOL

yeah he’s like 100% guaranteed no escape 👍 your not leaving and the heroes ain’t savin you so your best just negotiating with him

he has set rules you CANT trespass, you don’t dare to find out the punishment behind them….yes I think he would threaten you but it’d be the types you don’t know if they’re empty or not. Like the ‘you set foot past this red line and I’ll make sure you never think twice about it again’ type yk?

except that’s TERRIFYING coming from him so you never wanna test it 😭

he’s not sweet or anything but he knows what you like (he knows literally everything about you. You have no secrets) so he makes sure wherever you live has plenty stock of all your fav foods, equipment, merch, clothes whatever!

uhh good luck! You won’t need it too much if you don’t say or do the wrong things…….

Machi:

Machi gotta be one of the most skeptical ones ngl. She won’t let you within a 30 meter radius of a single hero no matter how weak they are. She just can’t risk it. If you see them you might try to ask for help, and if they see you and figure something’s “wrong” they, once again, might try to help or “save” you.

she’s always watching though, so even if that situation does come into play, they’ll get they’re neck slit by a thread that leads back a couple blocks down (to her ofc).

she’s very motherly so as long as your not a slob and you don’t try to escape you shouldn’t have much trouble. 😃👍 life with her can pretty much be almost domestic if it wasn’t for her yandere tendencies…😁

The most she would trust to look after you is probably pakunoda. She knows she can take care of someone (like with the cat she saw, she isn’t always hostile like uvogin or smth) so she’s always her go to. Chrollo would be on that list but she doesn’t wanna bombard her boss with her personal affairs n such.

Machi also keeps an eye out for other villains as well, like I said she’s a skeptic so she puts nothing past her. Looking at hisoka here ngl….😑 if he was still interested in pursuing her she’d flat out state she isn’t into him and to drop it. If he doesn’t leave it at that, she’ll ultimately decide to ask the troupe about the matter since members aren’t allowed to fight. It’ll have to be a new rule not to get into each others personal affairs or smth bc hisoka is a MENACE. 😭🗿 At the end of the day, shes still gonna tighten security on your house 😊👍

Phinks:

Phinks is another very possessive one. He’d get so angry if any dumb hero tried to save you and you’ve probably seen him kill before considering how angry he gets. He bashes their head into the ground and……yeah it’s a whole mess.

he likes to take you out a lot despite all the heroes that attempt to save you, oddly enough. He just wants you to get out and have some fun, get some fresh air! You know?? And those stupid heroes always try to ruin it!! Catching themselves tryna be a savior and what not….😤 it just makes him so angry!! Like?? you’re happy aren’t you?!

you get asked that a lot and you’d better give the right answer when he’s in that type of mood. If you don’t he won’t necessarily punish you but he’ll walk off and ignore you for a while. He’s trying to cool off, really, but now you can’t ask him for anything. Like when your mom is angry but you want something so you just go “nvm” 😭😂😂

anyway! It’s become very causal for multiple heroes trying to save you to get pummeled while you’re out on dates, so I hope you can handle some blood…😅 This probably deters you from trying to run away, even though you two go out often. Also the fact that you’re never not practically glued to his hip too.

ultimately you’ll be pretty comfortable in your life with him if you don’t run away and agree with him on his “heroes suck” rants. LOL 😂 he’s a pretty decent cook/at cleaning. He’s still practicing on cooking tho ….but hey! It’s not too bad!

I also forgot to mention he may send some heroes to his buddy Fei, just because he knows he can handle them better in the sense of punishing them 😗 And he’ll call up his buddy Shalnark to track you down if you ever do manage to get away (after that he places a tracker on you—yes it’s connected to his phone)

Shalnark:

Shalnark is like your ultimate op if you’re trying to get away 😭😭 no matter who your yandere is! Because they all go to him to track you down 🙏

so if your his s/o? Yeahhhh no you’re not leaving buddy. First of all he has a crap ton of technology, there’s no way the house isn’t practically bullet proof and you aren’t buffed with trackers- LOL 😭 it’s true tho and I feel for you 😔🙏

as we know he’s pretty sadistic and I don’t really know where I stand as to whether he’s like that towards you or not…..I’d say he’d do it more so mentally than physically, like Chrollo. Let’s face it he probably does view you as a toy, but thankfully one he doesn’t wanna break, so he takes extra special care of you.

for the record I don’t think he’d wanna break you mentally either, then you’d be no fun since he couldn’t even get a reaction out of you! On another note I think he’d realize Uvogin is a bit too rough to watch over you in the case he somehow can’t….(IDK HOW 😭🗿) but Phinks might do the trick! He makes sure you’re safe and demands authority! Plus he won’t hurt you physically! That perfect!

as far as the heroes go, your (missing persons—bc he erased all evidence of him kidnapping you) case will probably close for two reasons 1) he also erased you from the internet, scrubbing every nook and cranny of info on you and 2) he closes it LOL! Ez enough to just hack in the system and change it 🤷‍♀️

Franklin:

Franklin seemed pretty scary at first because he had to assert dominance, making sure you know where you stand and that your his, then he becomes a a sweetheart <3 your relationship is probably something like his and Shizuku’s 💗

Franklin isn’t worried about any heroes “saving” you, he knows he can fend off any that try, and he always keeps a close eye on you no matter what. Plus he made sure to drill ‘no escaping’ in your brain before he started being kinder to you. Don’t mistake that for him letting his guard down though, that’ll be your first mistake.

he wasn’t mean when he was training you not to leave, just strict. But now I think your life with him is second most domestic to Machi tbh! He’s a decent cook and knows how to clean, so as long as you don’t act up- life’s good! 🤗

as far as who he trusts to watch over you while he’s gone, I’d say it’d have to be one of the girls, like any of them really. Machi is caring but a good amount of strict, like him. Pakunoda is just someone simply everyone trusts and Shizuku and him spend a lot of time together, so he knows she won’t forget you’re not allowed to escape lol.

if you ever managed to leave he’d for sure find you, by any means necessary. Whether he had to threaten a random stranger or Shalnark for the info or not🗿 JOKING (abt Shalnark anyway..) The most important part tho!- (😭) is that when you get back home, 1) if a hero helped you consider them dead. And 2) he’s not gonna be in a good mood for quite some time……seems last time wasn’t enough 😬

Shizuku:

Shizuku will forget if you don’t like gore/blood, and kill any hero who tries to “save” you right in front of you, every single time. Blinky ruthlessly sucks them whole as they scream and shoot into the vacuum. Or! They might just get hit in the head with the vacuum instead. Either way it’s sure to leave you traumatized if your not used to that sorta thing..

Shizuku remembers everything about you, so it’s weird to you that she forgets if you can tolerate gore or not…..you’re starting to think she’s not actually forgetting. (She’s asserting dominance). Your chances of escaping her is 50/50. Not really but let me explain. Escaping goes one of two ways: 1) you escape, find a hero and right when you ask for help they start screaming and then get sucked into her vacuum or! 2) you actually succeed in getting away! Except she tracks you down each and every time..🙂

you don’t know how she does it, and neither do I. I assume Shalnark is one way but I feel like she has other methods…..let’s not talks about them yeah? 😊

Shizuku would trust a few members to take care of you while she’s away, like Paku, Machi or Franklin! These 4 basically stick to each other since they have similar morals when it comes to their s/o

might I mention Shizuku doesn’t necessarily hate the heroes or anything. She only cares if they attempt to “free” you. Then she kills them..otherwise your life ain’t half bad! Enjoy 🍽️

Pakunoda:

Pakunoda is like- the best, most kind yandere in the troupe. 😭💗 she lets you do whatever as long as it’s not escaping or harming yourself. You can go outside (only with her). She buys you whatever you like and indulges in your hobbies. Okay, she may be on Machi level domesticity….maybe more 🤭

Pakunoda trusts Machi most with taking care of you, Chrollo would also be an option for her if he wasn’t her boss. But she knows Machi will get the job done 👍

You can pretty much be genuinely happy with her! You won’t see any killing and the only (mental) damage you’ll like take is being kidnapped 😭 But I do gotta mention the fact that she won’t hesitate to put a bullet in the brain of any hero who dares to “save” you

she dislikes, not hate, heroes only because the try to take you away, acting like they could treat you better than her 🙄✋ She won’t kill them in front of you, thankfully! But she’ll be sure to borrow a favor from another member of the troupe! 😁 Or she might do it herself! If Machi is watching you and she’s out and about, might as well look for that idiot who calls himself a hero! 🤷‍♀️🤗

your not escaping bro 🗿 give it up. Ngl you probably can’t genuinely escape any member bc they have Shalnark + connections, etc. Anyway she has some security but will probably tighten it if you ever manage to get out. She’s not very strict though, so she’ll see it as you just wanting to be able to go out more 😭😅

Bonolenov:

Bonolenov is another that doesn’t kill in front of you because his way of doing so is long ranged and dangerous. Soooo he just remembers their face and name! 😀 bro got a hit list 🗿 On that note he’s another who doesn’t have much of an opinion on heroes. He just dislikes how biased they are.

he will ask if you wanna live in a traditional Gyudondond house and eat they’re food. He won’t be offended if you say no, so don’t say yes thinking he’ll get mad, and end up regretting it later if you don’t like living like that 😭

it’d probably be easier to have security on a traditional house anyway. His security isn’t super tight or anything though, he just keeps an eye on you like Franklin or Shizuku. He loves spending time with you so that’s no problem really.

he loves to teach you his traditions and talk about them with you. He’d be a bit offended if you expressed disinterest in it (😭) but he’ll get sad over being angry, lucky you.

If you ever escape he won’t be mad or anything, he’ll just take you back home and keep a closer eye on you. He doesn’t necessarily blame himself for not watching you, but he doesn’t get upset at you for trying to leave either. He’s pretty patient, so at least that 😅🤷‍♀️

your life’s pretty decent I’m ngl 👍 I hope you like Gyudondond food tho…..

Uvogin:

Uvogin is physically the scariest 😬 because 1) look at the dude- if I got up in HIS house the next day I’d be shivering my timbers 😭😭😭😭 and 2) even if he’s not trying to hurt you, he might one day….and you don’t know how soon

he will absolutely pummel heroes trying to save you. He despises them for trying to take away his precious, but he also has fun (😭⁉️) beating them up

he can’t cook or clean….and likely makes a mess out of your house all the time, on accident ofc. So you will probably end up being the one doing all the domestic stuff 🤷‍♀️🗿

your escape chances with this man is 0 and probably your attempts too 😭😭 THANKFULLY you’ve never made him mad and your not trying to see him mad either 🙏

definitely has his buddy Shalnark keep an eye on you for him. So Uvogin + Shalnark = you’re never going home bro 🙏🗿 On the bright side he does like to take you out to places sometimes! Mostly to boast about how wonderful you are while killing the heroes who have been trying to save you for m o n t h s 😭😭😃

um your life is very spontaneous and honestly..? I HOPE your gonna be good 😭👍

Illumi:

Illumi is another one you’re not gonna be able to even manage ONE escape ATTEMPT with 😀 Especially since Killua ran anyway? Nah your not gettin outta this one 😔

VERY strict and overprotective. I can’t decide if he or Feitan is worse? I think they’re matched…😭

Even leaving your ROOM is an adventure at this point 😬 Food is served to you on a golden platter and you have anything you could ever want (that he deems safe) buuut you might have to go through some pretty intense training bro….YEAH you heard me 😭🙏 No weak Zoldycks bro..that include YOU!

it’s not the type the Zoldycks get since birth but it’s still pretty scary considering you either train with Illumi whenever he’s home or one of the butlers. If you’re already strong, lucky you! In fact it’s highly likely! I can’t see Illumi falling in love with someone weak….

anyway heroes probably don’t even TRY to touch the Zoldycks so being saved is not an option. Unless Killua or Gon find out abt you, or you were apart of the main trio to begin with, nobody else is coming to save you……..Telling someone you ran away after getting kidnapped by a Zoldycks is just gonna scare them away anyway 😭😭😭

100% puts his nen needle in your head so you don’t run away. ☹️😬 He’s not that bad of a boyfriend…(ok yes he is)

Kortopi:

Kortopi doesn’t seem too bad! He clones your “dead body” when he kidnapped you so if you ever manage to escape it’ll be a shock to the heroes and your family 😭

if you don’t escape you’ll be presumed dead, so no one’s gonna come save you 😬 all according to his plan ofc! That makes things way easier for him, he wants a peaceful life with you, and he doesn’t exactly have combat compatible nen, so if the world thinks you’re dead, that’s perfect!

he can clean better than he can cook, he’s still learning on that part..but bear with him because he’s ACTUALLY not too bad of a boyfriend

he is a good listener (no. he won’t listen if you plead to be set free) and loves to chat with you! Will indulge in your hobbies and get you things of your interests too! :)

the biggest down slide (besides being kidnapped-) is you can’t go out ever again because the world thinks your dead 😭😭he keeps you updated on the outside world at the least..🗿

has some (a crap ton) security measures he got from Shalnark. He doesn’t wanna risk you leaving because he isn’t the best fighter + then the world would know your alive and try and “save” you

Hope you enjoyed your hcs!! :) 🩷

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murfpersonalblog · 2 months ago

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Amel is the CEO of Loustat Inc. He did NOT force Les to Beat/Drop Lou in 1x5. Stop it, y'all.

I was scrolling the main tag & saw the most desperate copium from anons in this braindead fandom.

Grown frikkin adults want SO dang bad for AMC to baby everyone by using premises from CHILDHOOD shows, and treat the fandom like we're too effing stupid & immature to handle the realities of toxic and abusive relationships explicitly shown on screen for 2 whole seasons; to instead put ALL of the onus of Lestat's pisspoor decisions & actions on an effing spiritual possession.

The same folk who were so gung-ho that the fight/drop never happened & that the Trial would revisit everything & prove Louis AND Claudia were evil liars are back at it again, hoping the Drop will be revisited AGAIN in S3; but that this time AMEL will be shown possessing/influencing Lestat during the Ep5 fight to explain why Les was an abusive a-hole who dropped Lou & broke all his bones.

People are still convinced that AMC's gonna retcon S1 AND S2--EFF agency/autonomy/ADULT accountability, EFF Lestat's abandonment issues stemming from his traumatic past laying at the heart of his paranoia & oppressive behavior in the present cuz cycles are cycling--all to say:

See!? It wasn't your sweet innocent blorbo's fault at all~! It was that naughty scamp AMEL, the spirit in Akasha that powers all vampires, that made this grown effing man Lestat so wildly insecure about the "fragility of their union" & his own child possibly taking his grown husband away from him; that it made him chokeslam his child and throw her across the room so he could go back to punching the living daylights out of Louis and bite all over his face/cheeks and crack the bridge of his nose and blind him in one eye and even though he's clearly LUCID when he asks Louis if he's leaving & trying to restrain HIMSELF he simply MUST be possessed to smash Lou through a wall and drag him out of the courtyard by his effing jaw and tell their terrified traumatized sobbing daughter to her face as he clutched Louis' battered bloody face IDGAF about YOU and fly into the effing Oort Cloud draining Louis dry to beg him to say "Lestat I'm never going to love you, it would help ME a great deal to hear it from your lips, your quivering hateful lips" and say "anything for you" when Louis demanded Les "let go of me!" to watch as Louis fell 2km from the effing sky and NOT dive down to catch him before he smashed back down to earth "LIKE AN EGG FROM AN AIRPLANE" in a broken effing heap as their daughter cried her eyes out and he floated gracefully down to watch with a YEAH I DID IT TRY ME AGAIN look of resolute coldness on his face before he effed off to Algiers for 6 effing years to bone his mistress.

And they KNOW they sound wild as all hell, cuz they put in the I'm not a p.o.s. I promise! disclaimer; anyone who doesn't agree just isn't Intelligent(TM):

Even though abuse apologia is EXACTLY what you're doing. It wasn't possession or protection or a "a mistake, an accident" or any other BS--it is what Lestat outright SAID it was:

And ofc they focus on the Drop being the moment Amel steps in, cuz it uses the exact same footage from Ep5, confirming that Louis was HONEST about his eye being busted (which the bedroom revisits don't show, meaning his eye got effed up by whatever else Les did after smashing Lou thru the wall, cuz it's already swollen when Lou's being dragged by the jaw). The Drop is the most horrific aspect of Ep5 & the culmination of everything that happened, that even made the sadistic AF audience at the Theatre gasp in shock while Santiago tried to DOWNPLAY the Drop & Lestat's fault in it--"teased until you toppled" my arse. As always, ANY excuse to absolve him. 🙄😒

WHO THE HELL IS #THEM!?! Too effing late!

See how people spread hatred, ignorance, & bigotry through shady AF microaggression? This Us vs Them jargon is so racially charged it's not even funny, cuz it's been about black!Louis & white!Lestat ever since Jacob's casting was announced, and ESPECIALLY ever since Ep5 put everything that was already sus about Lestat on the show AND in the books in 4K HD resolution and AMC STILL hasn't walked it back.

What Bipoc Louis fans/stans H A T E & get offended by is racist AF gaslighting that villainizes the Black MC (& his fanbase) into believing that Black voices can't be trusted or respected without some white person's confirmation (Daniel & Lestat); and that mistreatment & abuse & outright assault at the hands of white people can't happen without y'all bringing up an abuser's tragic backstory or concocting a whole effing paranormal entity to excuse the evil actions privileged people inflict against those with less power than they have.

Believe it or not, not ALL Louistans hate Lestans, or Lestat, or Loustat being together. Ofc I can't speak for anyone else, but I for one love Lestat, and Loustat's my IWTV 2022 OTP, and I have Lestan mutuals (who aren't racist p.o.s.).

Not ALL Louistans are offended by or even GAF about DM--who weren't even MENTIONED in this convo; why even bring that up or drag them into this????

Not ALL Louistans hate Ep5 & the implications of the fight & the nuance of toxic relationships. I for one effing LOVE how real it all is. And actually, it was mostly LESTANS who were crying about Ep5 not having trigger warnings, pissed AF about Ep5 making Lestat look like the abusive villain, spinning their tops tryna figure out a way to excuse/explain it all away for the past 2 years--case in point from this desperate anon's message!

But why am I even blaming the anon, when apparently it's Lestat's superfans like Nalyra who made these wack ideas in the first place!?

And yet people swear that we--#them--are LYING (like Louis & Claudia) when we talk about the insidious problems in this fandom being funneled through superfans who actively create this BS that their followers then spread like radioactive waste all over the fandom; then they wanna wring their hands as if they're not the problem & that #those people are bullying them!?

Sure, walk it back NOW that AMC's definitively confirmed that the Drop/fight/abuse really happened & that LESTAT was at fault for choking out Claudia first. But y'all are SO determined to make sure to victim blame & cast fault at Louis' feet for DEFENDING his child--

--as superfans fake neutrality while ignoring the FACT that Lestat attacked CLAUDIA & started the fight between them by attacking Louis' DAUGHTER; encouraging people to read ill intent in everything Louis does & wish ill upon him by every effing character--

This isn't fanfiction they're writing for the lolz, this is what they literally want to see AMC make canon to shut #them up about abuse. Like, it's not even BOOK canon that Amel would EVER feel that way about Louis! I wonder how much of the books Nonny even bothered to read to think AMC would even come up with this plotline, when not even RHOSHAMANDES was that evil & mean-spirited when he kidnapped Louis & Gabrielle & Marius.

Nevermind that Amel canonically COULDN'T compel strong vampires to do EFF ALL so long as he was trapped in Akasha's body while she was asleep & there were too many vamps sucking his core dry--hence Akasha's purges once she woke up.

Nevermind that it's only been AFTER Akasha died (in the 1980s) that Amel had gotten stronger, so by the 20teens he was able to commune with Lestat, the (chosen) one he'd wanted all along--not Rhoshamandes or Mekare.

Nevermind that when Amel DID start communicating/compelling vampires (AFTER Akasha was finally dead), he wasn't interested in making vampires kill each other over petty/toxic/jealous effing squabbles--he was busy making moves so someone could get rid of The Twins & give him (the Sacred Core) a better host, cuz he was TIRED of being TRAPPED as a prisoner in another vegetable. He was driving vampires crazy with bloodlust so that THOUSANDS of vamps around the world would die & he could be free; NOT because he hated them personally & thought "Dropping you was exquisite."

Nevermind that when Amel FINALLY got Lestat to accept him inside his body and be Amel's new host, Lestat AND Louis were skeeved out by how hard Amel SHIPPED Loustat! XD I explained this ages ago:

Amel never touched Louis during the vampire massacres. Heck, even Akasha knew that harming Lou & Gabs would be THE dealbreaker on Les ever working with her; which is why the most epic scene in QotD happens when Akasha used her Fire Gift to SAVE Gabs & Lou & Les while they're escaping the concert.

Istg y'all.

I'm convinced y'all read the books with both eyes closed.

That must be it, cuz this is too easy.

Amel felt a connection with Louis not only cuz he loved Lestat & Lestat loved Louis, but also (less importantly?) for the simple/vain fact that Louis has green eyes--and Ame also had green eyes back when he was living in Atlantis--and so did Mekare, his favorite back when she was a mortal witch who could still commune with him (& the Twins were green-eyed gingers like he was, too; he likes red hair).

The ONE aspect I can see AMC possibly changing is Louis' Fire Gift affecting his power levels, and the fact that Lou DIDN'T actually die/flatline when he tried killing himself in 2x5 a la Merrick; which permanently cut him off from Amel's neural link/silver cord/etc.

WHERE in any of the actual book canon written by Anne Rice herself is there any indication that Amel would hate Louis and actively WANT Lestat to hurt him?

Can I see AMC making Amel a bigger threat than he was in the books? Of course, since a lot of his nonsense happened off-screen anyway. But Rhoshamandes is the REAL problem in the PL Trilogy, not Amel. And during the QotD era, Amel's too weak to do much, and Akasha STILL decides to spare Louis cuz she knows what side her bread's buttered on. Once she's gone, the only compelling Amel gets Lestat to do is related to renovating the Chateau & winning Louis back so Loustat can get married & be happy together and Amel can stare at Louis & marvel at how pretty he is, cuz EVERYONE's a simp for Louis; suck on THOSE eggs! And in NOLA, Amel DEFINITELY couldn't compel Lestat to do a single bloody thing, cuz Akasha's not even awake yet. Anything book/AMC!Lestat did to Louis in NOLA was a decision HE made on. his. own.

#interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #queen of the damned #prince lestat trilogy & the chateau era #racism #louis de pointe du black #iwtv tvc metas

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horizon-verizon · 8 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/evebestthinker/751366825102770176/the-way-he-looks-at-her-as-if-no-one-else?source=share

It's funny that their relationship is so romanticized. Whether by showrunners or even people in general.

Corlys and Rhaenys in the original material have a bigger age difference than Daemyra, yet no one talks about grooming.

Rhaenys, from what I remember, certainly chose Corlys, but Rhaenyra also chose Daemon and everyone prefers to say that she was groomed to want her sexy old uncle... 🙄

The fact is that, apart from this age difference, Corlys only wanted Rhaenys to be queen for her own person and the name of her house, let's be realistic. And in Fire and Blood, it was actually Laenor and not Rhaenys who was actually proposed to the throne with Viserys.

Unlike Daemon, Corlys has also always shown a genuine interest in the throne, whether in HOTD or Fire and Blood. This guy fights for power and always goes against his wife's wishes in general.

Yet they are supposedly a great relationship ? A great marriage of love ? A couple goal ? People's double standards are astounding to me.

I will add that Corlys, aged 60 in Fire and Blood, is having sex, from what I remember, with a girl under 16 or in that age range it seems to me. In any case, a close age that Rhaenys was when he married her at the time, showing that he has a type of age range for women, unlike Daemon who in Fire and Blood was with women of varying ages.

So basically the directors of HOTD said to themselves that Corlys and Rhaenys would make a superb love story ? WTF seriously ? They keep talking about Daemyra's age difference but obviously it's only a problem when it's them and not the others.

Actually, what I'm trying to say is that... most of the criticisms leveled at Daemon : Bad father, bad husbands, way too old for his ultimate wife, power-hungry, throne-seeking, loving the girls are rather young... Well it's actually Corlys who ticks all the boxes. Show and or Book.

Disclaimer: This is to note the discrepancy that fandom does when it tries to bring up age differences, how biased people are towards Daemon. You can look to la-pheacienne's notes about GRRM and age differences HERE, where we talk abt Doylist vs Watsonian readings of GRRM's storytelling and over age diff creepiness vs what story the dude is telling in-world.

It mimics how people will say "Targs are colonizers" and then they ignore what the Westerosi did to the giants and twstsote/children of the forest. There's a clear bias and lack of reading being done, because yeah I agree. Like, Corlys is an impressive man, but that has little to do with this conversation topic. (For all who don't know, Corlys was 37 when 16-yr old Rhaenys chose him as her husband; Rhaenyra was born in 97, Daemon in 81; RhaneysxCorlys has a 21 diff, Daemyra has a 16 diff)

In the show, it makes way less sense as to why Rhaenys & Corlys are together. I did a TikTok abt it, but here it is:

Rhaenys has constantly said that she considers a "good" leader AND [good] person to be one who goes out of their way to avoid violence, war, or great conflicts. Someone who takes measures to make sure their own actions do not lead to conflicts that may hurt even more than themselves. Even at the cost of one's own political advantages. She values what HotD has implied is "self-restraint" & defends Rhaenyra from Corlys' saying everything is her fault [specifically by reasoning that out of all the men who are there, Rhaenyra is the one who is trying to not go to war or any battle]. She is also supposed to care very much for her daughter, Laena, and her own grandchildren through her. Supposedly above Corlys' interests (episodes 6-7). Compare this to Corlys' self-interest evidenced by his pushing for a Velaryon-marriage through his 12 year old daughter & keeping Lucerys as his heir DESPITE the would-have-been-clear discontent from Vaemond abt the Driftmark succession PLUS how the Velaryon boys wete not his grandkids biologically AND Rhaenys advis[ing] him to name [their] granddaughters instead. With every value and action these two take for & against their family and against the other's desires….For what the HotD writers & whoever responsible wrote for these two…. Why do we believe that this ship is one of the best ones --or even makes logical sense-- to earn the reputation of being one of the best during this part of ASoIaF history?! The [show]relationship doesn't stand up on its own without the looks & performances of its actors. It also gets away with the nonsensical dynamic in two other things:

the constant defense of "two canons"

the many time jumps that remove any possibility for us or the writers to show us how these two actually like each other & continue to like each other

Once again, Daemon was never a good person, but he is also not what is depicted in HotD and grooming does not = DV. they are not the same, thus you do not have to include DV with grooming by saying it "eventually" happens with groomers. Espe when GRRM has a track record for just stating abuse when it happens (Jaehaerys with Alysanne, her pushed to keep giving birth; Robert Baratheon with Cersei):

#character comparison #corlys velaryon #daemon targaryen #asoiaf asks to me #fire and blood characters #hotd fandom #fandom critical #fandom commentary #daemon's characterization #corlys velaryon (dance)'s characterization #rhaenys x corlys (ship)#canon shipping #asoiaf shipping #hotd ships #hotd critical #hotd comment

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axel-skz · 2 years ago

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Surpriise 🥳

A/N: I’m starting maybe an hour after my last fic… I don’t know how long this will take me to write but I’m impressed with how fast I managed to think something up lol. You might not be because the quality is meh |||| I’m going to try to make this more lighthearted… idk if future me will carry that sentiment but lets hope she does… goodluck 💀 Song shuffle on this and we got my universe :)))

Summary: Changbin had been busy with his tour and away from you for too long so you plan to surprise him.

Changbin x gender neutral reader

Changbin had been on tour for 2 months now. It was so difficult for both of you to deal with. What he didn’t know though, was that you had a surprise visit planned. All the guys were in on it.

They had been texting you non stop about how changbin had been pouting constantly, scrolling through pictures of you and complaining about how lonely he was. It felt like there was a thunder cloud hovering over him and anytime he smiled it was for a show or because you called.

You were packing your stuff as you got a call from him. You panicked for unknown reasons because unless you pointed your camera, specificaly at your suitcase, your room looked exactly the same.

You picked up the video call, ‘HEYYYY! YOU TOOK A WHOLE 5 RINGS TO PICK UP!! WHY?! HAVE I BEEN GONE TOO LONG? DO YOU NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE!?’ He threw out his wild theories and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘It’s only been 2 months. Don’t worry, I still have faint memories of us together. Although… I think they’re fading…who are you?’ You said seriously and he gasped.

‘I KNEW IT! I’m gonna die alone oh my god…’

‘I’m the one losing memories, god, way to make your tour all about you.” You laughed.

He squinted at you, ‘you’re mean.’

‘I’m also one of your favourite people in the world. Did you call just to list off traits of mine?’

‘No. I miss you and your ungrateful ass,’ he pouted as he flopped back on his bed.

‘Don’t talk bad about my ass. It’s right there,’ you were walking out of your room when you tripped over your bag.

Good one, smart stuff.

It peaked his interest, ‘you good? What did you trip over?’

‘Oh no, I’m ok, I’m just unable to walk,’ you said in a hurry.

He got worried, ‘did you hurt yourself?’

‘NO! I just mean… I haven’t been doing much so I… forgot…’

Yeah, you’re so good at this. He’ll totally believe that. 🙄

‘You… forgot…how to walk..??’

‘Yeah, your face is so distracting and everything over the top of everything… My brain just couldn’t fathom anything else.’

This seemed to distract him and you guys talked about what had been going on recently. You managed to not fall face first somewhere after that and everything went well.

Your flight was 3 days later and you were so excited. You had told the guys to make sure changbin was distracted so he didn’t text or call you. The poor baby would think you were ignoring him.

When you landed, you rested up at the hotel you would be at temporary before their next concert. Your plan was to appear in the audience and he would look so surprised to see you. Then you would duck and make him think he imagined it.

It was mean but you would appear backstage so… no harm no foul.

Everything was going to plan and now you had seungmin walking you to a safe place to get some food before you went to the floor.

You met them all except changbin and it was so refreshing. You were just aching to hug changbin again. Although your wish came true when he walked past the room. He looked in, saw you and carried on walking because obviously he wasn’t expecting you to be there.

Jisung pushed you behind the sofa and sat in your place.

Changbin came charging back in, ‘Y/N???’

‘All these years together and I thought you knew my name,’ jisung fake cried. ‘After everything we’ve been through.’

Jeongin laughed, ‘he’s hallucinating again. God, you really can’t be away from them, can you?’

‘Codependency be like,’ hyunjin tacked on with a giggle.

Changbin sighed and side eyed the members as he left the room. ‘I’m not codependent… I just love them a lot. All your single, lonely asses can’t talk,’ he mumbled with a pout.

When he was definitely gone, Chan let you know the coast was clear. You stepped out with laughs, ‘shots fired! Damn.’

Hyunjin scowled at you, ‘Y/N shut up or so help me, I’ll call him back.’

You immediately stopped smiling and sobered up. You were about to say something but then you pretended to zip your mouth shut and gave him an overly big smile.

You spent a little more time eating then moved to go to the floor. With their help obviously, you didn’t want to accidentally run into changbin.

You were having fun, all the songs on this album were SO good. You made eye contact with changbin then he looked away but he looked back, frantically scanning the audience. You had ducked and he couldn’t find you again, he blinked a bunch, took a breath and moved away from that area.

You did this 2 more times and every time, he looked more and more confused. When the concert ended, you made your way to the security guard who would help you get backstage. It took you a little while to sift through the crowd but eventually, you made it.

As you got closer to their changing rooms, you could hear changbin talking.

‘I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I thought it was a wierd moment before but now… I actually keep seeing them everywhere. Like I could’ve sworn they were in the audience,’ you could hear him sniffling, ‘I wish I could go home… atleast for a bit.’

You knocked on the door and he opened the door. His jaw dropped as he stood there, staring at you.

‘Mail for a… ‘Changbin’? We have a package for a ‘Seo Changbin’,’ you said casually.

He turned and looked at everyone else, ‘you’re seeing this too right? They’re here? I’m not about to hug a mail man to death?’

Everyone laughed and yelled surprise. He turned around so fast and within a second, you were in a soul crushing hug.

‘I missed you too baby but I do need my ribs after this so…’ you wheezed as you lightly hugged him back. He loosened the hug with a quiet sorry.

After you had all calmed down, everyone laughed at how absolutely confused changbin looked on stage. He also apologised for calling them all lonely asses when jeongin reminded him.

It was a good day. You spent the next 2 weeks with them and loved every moment of it.

A/N: I hope this makes up for me making some of you cry in the first fic LMAO I wanted to add so much angst to this but I’ll let this be. You can all be distraught on the next one 😈 I’m really showcasing my dry sense of humour in this one 💀

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 years ago

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Tell us about when Lexa tells Clarke she’s sick please?

It's certainly not their finest moment.

It's after their fourth date.

Their fourth official date in two weeks (because apparently, "Harassing me work doesn't count, Clarke🙄😏") despite the fact that she's already crazy about Lexa, Clarke's determined to take this slow. Falling in love with someone with like Lexa is terrifying and yet so incredibly easy, but she's still not the kind of girl you want to rush.

Clarke had taken Lexa out to a nice dinner a few towns over. Had smiled and worked overtime to keep the conversation flowing despite how distracted Lexa seemed all night.

And she'd noticed how Lexa had more pushed her food around the plate than ate it. Noticed that Lexa looked just a bit more pale than normal. Maybe a touch slimmer, sitting there across from at the candlelit table, than she had been when Clarke had first seen her that summer. She'd noticed throughout the night the way Lexa would random rub her temple or let her falls closed just a few seconds too long, as though she was struggling to shut the world out.

She noticed it all.

And idiotically chose to ignore it.

Instead she'd pretended like everything was fine as she'd loaded up their leftovers (a single crab cake of hers and practically Lexa's entire uneaten dinner) and driven them back to the bakery for a coffee nightcap.

Somewhere between Lexa offering Clarke one of the day's unsold raspberry pasteries and Clarke rambling aimlessly about her plans for next semester, everything completely fell apart.

Because she just had to push. She had to ask Lexa when the hell she was planning on going to college. She just had to start running her mouth about how Lexa was wasting her life in this dump. It'd been innocent to start out with, idle ideas of how Lexa could apply to the same college Clarke was going to, or at the very least one of the nearby surrounding ones. Something close so they could keep seeing each other, nothing further than a train trip away so they could be together every weekend and extended break.

And Lexa, sweet patient Lexa, had listened to it all before shattering the growing dream with a solemnly said, "That's a lovely idea, Clarke... But I'm never going to college."

Which was insane, because she's practically a genuis, and Clarke had no qualms with saying as much. And in her onslaught of a tirade of that fact, and the mounting annoyance that Lexa apparently has zero interest in planning for any kind of a future where they're together (which, fine, she knows she's the only one who's said I love you so far, but in her heart she knows Lexa feels it too), she's so pissed it takes her entirely too long to notice that Lexa's getting worked up as well.

Too long to register how green eyes turn stormy and that immaculate jaw grinds to stone.

And then it feels like the entire earth shatters, taking her fantasies and Gus's right along with it, on the heels of the way Lexa quietly grits, "I'm sick, Clarke."

She's in such completely, fucking shock that she just sits there and stares as Lexa shakily wipes away a single tear that escapes. It's like she can't breathe as Lexa explains— As she pleads for Clarke to understand that she didn't choose any of this. That of course she'd wanted to go to school and that, yeah, once upon a time she'd had some pretty big plans for her life too. But that just wasn't an option for her anymore. It just wasn't in the cards. Hadn't been since the summer after their senior year, when everyone else had been partying and planning their great escape, and she'd spent every sunny day locked inside the big fancy hospital 45 minutes away. And she explains that she'd tried, fuck, she had tried to fight and get better and do whatever it took, but it just... There was no hope left. It was just stronger than her body could handle.

"No, Clarke. No," Lexa said, meeting Clarke's valiant plans for her treatment and vows of 'fighting through this together' until she gets better with a sad smile over matching hazelnut flavored coffees that had long since grown cold, "I need you to understand... My fight is over."

It's a moment Clarke will always look back on and feel a bit of disgust with herself over, despite Lexa telling her repeatedly for forgive herself. Because out of every option in the world of how she could've reacted, she just had to choose to react with anger. To ask why Lexa had let Clarke fall for her to begin with. How she'd scoffed when Lexa had struggled through a few stubbornly falling tears, saying that she hadn't planned for any of this. That had been fine until Clarke came along and changed everything. That after all those years of being invisible and now getting to actually feel what it was like to be happy with her, to feel like she was something wonderful every time she and Clarke were together... She just couldn't handle the thought of Clarke looking at her... exactly like she was looking at her now.

It's all too much for Clarke's broken heart to sort through, and so she leaves Lexa there to clean up the remnants of their date by herself

#anon #a walk to remember au #AWTR synopsis #just FYI Lexa and Guss live in the house behind the bakery so it's not like she has long trek home or anything #still a shit move tho

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struck-stars · 28 days ago

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…I think a lot about the wicked movie. Like— ya know the musical movie— came out pretty recently— ya know that one. Ya know with like Ari the grande? Ya know that one— yeah—

I think about it.👀

I won’t lie is it embarrassing for me to admit I like— really liked this movie— a little— but that’s just cause I’m emo and normal.

AND LIKE HEY SPOILERS IF YOURE GOING TO WATCH THIS MOVIE!! dumbass/lh

Also don’t expect my thoughts about this to be in order— I’ll be going insane

But like there’s a whole scene where the animals are— well— losing their voices and having their individuality taken away. Even like a whole harassment part where someone’s writing “animals should be seen and not heard” on the board and it’s pretty depressing

So someone— who has had their voice be taken away multiple times— by multiple people. It was really nice to see ya know Elphaba want to change that and stuff.

And then ya know

Also always weird to hear people who…didn’t get the movie? At all— like I watched the movie with this one person who was like “you really wonder why she’s so wicked”

…she’s not though? She was just standing up— for what she believed in—and that’s not what the wizard and everyone else wanted. It was against the “norm” and “accepted”. So they made her the villain.

And like let’s talk about Glinda

I— kinda hated her in the beginning cause I was like >:( ok ass?? But ya know as I watched on it was— familiar— I remember those times where we were so desperate to be popular, to be liked by everyone— and with that being said— we were barely our own person

Cause we were so focused on being what other people wanted/liked/what was most palatable to the public

So I have some sympathy for her.

AND YA KNOW I HAVE TO— TALK ABOUT THESE SONGS. cause some of them >:|

So I’m gonna listen to the album again

And rate them—

1. No one mourns the wicked [6\10]

- ok look with love im not a fan of Ari’s singing in this one— the grande girlie just wasn’t giving in this [near the end I mean]

- I CAN APPRECIATE THE EMOTION THOUGH CAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE SHE HAS A LOT OF REMORSE AND LONGING FOR ELPHABA

- I kill for the wizards little number in the middle

- everything else in this just— eh sorry yall

2. Dear Old Shiz [3/10]

- :| like she’s needed I guess but… eh

3. The wizard and I [8/10]

- fuck yall I love this song AUGHHHH

- OH MY GOD AND THE LIKE SCENE WHEN SHES RUNNING IN THE LIKE FEILD HCJDBDBFBDH

- OH MY GOD AND HOW SHE LIKE SANG THE ENDINGBDJDJDBDB GUYS YES.

4. What is this feeling [10/10]

- GAY. /w love

- lowkey I love this song so much. I really do it’s kinda everything to me

- and in the movie they made it so fun to watch I was very fucking djjxhdbdbfb YES

- I like how she delivers “blonde🙄” 🤭 that was silly

- oh my god and the first part when the students come in to like “cheer on Glinda” YES. WOW. YES. EATING IT.

- “it’s so pure— so strong” ON MY KNEES SOBBING YES.

5. Something bad [5/10]

- no no I like this song cause yes. I do but also it’s just kinda— bland— in comparison to everything else

- seriously no hate. Just :/

6. Dancing through life [7/10]

- THE INTRO IS SO LONG— REDUCE IT. PLEASE. THATS IT

- ok i actually really liked this song uhhh and like idk i like thinking that there’s a bigger meaning behind the song? And if im reading too much into oops— but he has a lot of lyrics about like— hold on I’ll go get examples

Ok thanks for waiting ;)

“Life’s more painless, when you’re brainless”

“Life is fraughtless when you’re thoughtless”

“Those who don’t try never look foolish”

Now with all of these lyrics it kinda leads me to believe this song is kinda like conveying the thought process of the citizens— or at least what’s trying to be enforced

Just ignoring everything that’s happening around them ya know

Could be over analyzing but ya know

Ok now next song jeez

7. POPULAR [9/10]

- iconic I love it good job

- not much to say this is good 👍 good job

8. Im not that girl [6/10]

- guys I’m just not a fan of slow songs

- she sings very well like very well just :/ slow

9. One short day [5/10]

- LONG ASS SONG./w love

- it’s +6 minutes

- ummm well watching it on the screen was really cool and they gave like plot too which was nice

- OH AND THE OG LIKE PEOPLE WHO PLAYED GLINDA AND ELPHABA SANG IN IT THATS REALLY NICE

- umm it’s not really— stand out…to me? Like it’s GOOD but I think I just don’t have that attention span guys oops

10. A sentimental man [-85/10]

- CREEPY. CREEPY. CREEPY. MOVING ON.

[hey guys I can’t put anymore songs…]

11. Defying gravity [8/10]

- tragic gays fight 😔

- no girls just kiss/silly

- they both did a great job in this song and showed a lot of emotion it was VERY good

- “are you coming?” “…I hope you’re happy…now that you’re choosing this” STOPPPP CJFNFBFNDJHD SOBBING THEY BOTH SOUND SO SAD STOP

- SOOOOO IF YOU CARE TO FINDD MEEEEEEE—

- OH MY GOD SHE LIKE AUGHHH WHEN SHE SAYS FLY AND ITS SO GOOD. YES.

- GUYS IM A LITTLE FREAK ABOUT THIS SONG.

- guys im so normal 😔 I promise

Ok yeah I’ve gotta stop yapping or I’m going to lose my emo guy privileges/j

Insanely yours,

[🎱 starstruck]

#dissociative system #osdd system #plural system #plurality #system blog #system sillies #system stuff #traumagenic system #syspunk #system #wicked #wicked movie #wicked musical #wicked was so good #i’m insane #i’m just a girl #professional yapper

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hanniejji · 3 years ago

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Angst time💪 🙄 I had a similar dream like this so anyway.

This is au where their parents are alive and clan is still up. So Kazuha is the oldest so he would probably have to take his father's duties, and he doesn't need a lover...but Maple....well. Clan wasn't in a best condition let's say, so their parents had to make a deal with other known clan in inazuma. The caln had a kid similar age to Maple, so they decided that it would be good for both clans to have them together. ( maple is older here btw) Maple didn't really like that idea, neither Kazuha but their father told kazuha not to worry and to stay out of it. Maple had a lot of fights with their father, their mom didn't like the idea either, but thats all they can do to try to save the clan at the moment. Maple hated this, and would cry in their room because 1st they hate fighting with father, 2nd they hated that idea and 3rd they couldn't really do anything about it. Not only that, but Maple and that other person (the one Maple have to marry) hated each other.

One day their parents had a news for Kazuha and Maple, especially for Maple. They said that Maple will marry that person. Well.... things got a little complicated (bc why not 🥱). Let's say that Kazuha wasn't having it ( and maple too). Kazuha couldn't just stand there and watch his beloved sibling that he promised to protect suffer. (Nu-uh Kazuha is a badass 💪) They started an argument.

Kazubadass: "Father you can't just do that whitout talking to Maple first!"

Father👎:"Kazuha, i understand that you are upset but stay out if this, this is with me and (Name)-"

K: "Don't you see that 'Name' (when he uses Maple's real name yk something is bad💔) doesn't want this?! They hate it and you can see it but you choose to ignore it like always!"

Mom( we love mama kazuha): "L-lets calm down everyone, I'm sure we can talk about it in a more... calm way."

They were still arguing till they heard door shut with loud noise. Maple run to their room.

Father: * sigh* " 'Name' get back here-"

Kazuha: "Leave them alone, i believe you are the last person they want to see." Kazuha said angrily, and left to follow Maple.

Yeah dunno if i should continue, its pretty long anyways(?). Ya forgive me for grammar mistakes english isn't my first language 🧍‍♀️ Love yall

-🍑

clan head kazuha is kinda giving me tingles ehehe just imagining things yes don't mind me :D

these types of troupes are so frustrating too! maple knows that what their father is doing is going to benefit the clan, but can you really blame them for getting mad? a big part of their life in the future is being taken from them, it's only normal that they feel anger, right?

and if maple gets upset, so does kazuha.

he understands that this is important for the clan, but he also understands that this is important for maple. and for his father to tell him to "stay out of it"? oh no, he's going to do everything but that. he's going to do everything in his whole fucking body to show that he is against this.

papa kaedehara better stop being stupid or else he'll get the kazuha glare forever >:(

yet it's frustrating because at the end of the day, kazuha's not yet the head of the clan and he can't have the final voice in it. he can only express his anger towards hi father and that unworthy person he chose for maple. he knows that maple and this person don't get well together, so he makes sure that he's always ready to intervene and let this person know that if they ever lay a hand on a single piece of hair on maple, that he'll be met with the speed of a thousand winds that will surely throw him off a cliff. or maybe he wants to meet the sword itching to be unsheated from kazuha's scabbard?

surely it won't be murder if he disguised it with the weather, right?...

but what kazuha focus mostly is maple themselves. he makes sure to be there for them after every meetings with the clan or after they spent a hellish time with their betrothed. he listens to their rants, buys them their comfort food, just anything only the best big brother would do for his only sibling 🥺

#maple.ask #asks #nonnie #🍑.hive

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leofiat-bunny · 3 years ago

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I’m wondering if we’re going to get the “Ball” scene that what’sherface brought up when trying to talk to Leo, despite him ignoring her.

I want to know why he let her kiss him, he had his fists clenched, so he didn’t want it, obviously because he loves Fiat. But what could she have said to make that change? Fiat or Leo, I couldn’t tell which, but I think it was Fiat, said something about maybe they should’ve stayed friends. So, are we getting a full break-up scene? Am I going to absolutely loathe episode 11?

Also, will we get a good ending? Because the ig post of the last scene thing, if it’s not a good ending, then it isn’t the end. I have way too many freaking questions and I have to wait until Wednesday for more information. I know one thing for certain, I am probably not watching episode 11 when it comes on because I don’t think I can do it until I know that they’re going to get their happy ending. I refuse to believe that they’ll end this series on a bad note, even if they want to bring more to their story, there are going to be a lot of pissed off fans of this actually ends badly, even if it means a second season, or otherwise.

I hope we get a good ending because I’ve been loving this rollercoaster, but the way episode ten ended killed me. The stupid cursed episode is likely to kill me more because it’s too much to hope that this gets solved in episode eleven and handled the way everything else has been, well-communicated. I am going to lose my mind 🙄😭

Part 2:

Okay, I just sent a really long ask, but I have an actual theory this time! Okay, first, I said “Ball” rather than saying “Banquet”, I’m slow.

Okay, so we see the girl that Leon was “casual” with the one time in the early episode. She was friends with whatsherface, she saw Leon there, episode 2 or 3 I think. Anyways, King wants Fiat, wants to take what Leo wants most to ensure they win again. To do that, he gets the one girl involved because she clearly has wanted Leo a while, but she gets the girl that slapped Leon to get involved too. Basically, take Leon and Leo, then Fiat is left for King to “pick up the pieces”. Obviously the Leon thing didn’t work, but from the previews, the Leo thing did, and it’s all about splitting Fiat and Leo anyways. So Leon probably never mattered, it was just a thought.

Also, it was Fiat, but I wonder if the thing Leo was mad about was Fiat getting so drunk. The King thing probably made him mad, he must’ve been there to see it, at least it looked like it in the preview. But yeah, I don’t know if that’s all true, but I think that’s where I’m at right now anyways.

Sorry for the super long asks…

Thank you for the asks; and there's nothing to apologise for when it comes to their length 😊

The reason why is blackmail I'm 99.9% sure. What blackmail? Against Fiat. I think probably a return of the video OR Curly took his own video of his time with Fiat.

Or maybe, paralleling that time, it's blackmail that would somehow take Fiat and/or the team out of the competition and Leo "knows how much that means to Fiat" and completely fails to recognise that if he'd been given the option last year, he'd have sacrificed the competition rather than letting Fiat pay the asking price. 😒

It was Fiat who suggested they should have stayed friends. Will we get a break up? Maybe - technically? A super short one. I don't think either of them will be seeking other people.

(I don't think they would even if the break up lasted longer than I think it will, not for at least a few months on Fiat's part, and not at all on Leo's part.)

I am pretty convinced we will have a good ending. But I think ep 11 will end poorly. And I, for one, will almost certainly loathe this ep.

Would I be better off not watching for a week? Probably.

Will I be watching straight away tomorrow? Yep. 🤷‍♀️

But if you have the strength to wait, I advise you to go for that.

The idea that the other girl timed it because of this plan is a good one. I think, quite possibly, she was told about the plan and decided to take it as a sign to shoot her shot now.

I don't think Leo was mad at Fiat being drunk because of the "when we were friends, I could take it". It doesn't make sense for him to be being mad Fiat was endangering himself, since that would have upset him when they were friends.

I just posted some speculation, which you might be interested in?

I hope you don't mind it took so long to get an answer 😳

#leofiat #don't say no #don't say no ep 11 #don't say no speculation

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thatonesongyouretryingtoremember · 2 years ago

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Incorrect quotes with the boys(P8/?)

(Feat. Jupiter Jayfield)

Will: Can I be frank with you guys?

Jupiter: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Mikhail: Can I still be Mikhail?

Micheal: Shh, let Frank speak.

7/10 slay, Frank!

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Will: *Screams*

Jupiter: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Mikhail: Should we do something?!

Micheal, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

3/10 Jupiter would never he's too polite

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Will: I think Micheal was right.

Jupiter: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Mikhail: They wouldn't do that.

Micheal: You're right, Mikhail. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Micheal: *turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Micheal Told You So' on the back*

2/10 Micheal has never been right about anything

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Will: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Jupiter: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Will: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING MIKHAIL WITH ME

Micheal, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

5/10 tsk tsk we leave them alone for two hours 🙄

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Will: Listen, I can explain...

Jupiter: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?

Mikhail: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!

Micheal: You guys are getting paid?

5/10 Strangerkids heist movie

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Will: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Will and Jupiter, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Mikhail: Our turn, Micheal! One, two, three- vanilla!

Micheal, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

5/10 🤷‍♂️

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Will: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

Jupiter:

Mikhail:

Micheal:

Everyone Else At Will’s Surprise Birthday Party:

Jupiter: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

8/10 that's what they get for getting Argyle to drop him off

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Will: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Jupiter: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Mikhail: I got distracted about halfway through.

Micheal: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

6/10 damn Micheal's so desperate he's taking Steve's advice💀

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Will: *Gently taps table*

Jupiter: *Taps back*

Mikhail: What are they doing?

Micheal: Morse code.

Will: *Aggressively taps table*

Jupiter: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

8/10 Will said Mikhail was prettier than El/Jane

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Will: Yo is Micheal sleeping or dead?

Jupiter: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Mikhail: Yeah, so did I.

Micheal: Okay first of all, fuck you-

Is my input even necessary?

That's all, folks!

#mikhailgate #jupiter jayfield #incorrect quotes #mikhail madness #wheelerverse of madness #into the wheelerverse #willhail #willhail endgame

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babyspacebatclone · 2 years ago

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No, not everyone will understand.

But there can be better ways to explain. Unfortunately, it will take effort on your part, but it is possible.

Explain why the metaphor is relevant.

“I have clipboard memory.”

Huh?

“Oh, sorry, let me think… You know how, when you copy something on a computer, it stores it? It’s ‘in memory’?”

Well, duh.

“But if you do something else - copy something else - that file is gone. Poof. The new thing is all that there is in the clipboard: everything that existed before doesn’t matter.”

Ok… Oh, yeah…

“That’s what it is for me. My, what do you call it? Short term memory! That’s it! My short term memory doesn’t work very well, I forget stuff if I focus on something else.”

What, like that guy from the Memento movie?

“No, no, I would have said that. My long term memory is fine. It’s just - unless I tell myself something is important, it doesn’t stay in my short term memory very long. And even when I tell myself, a lot of the time it doesn’t work.”

Well, then, just write things done!

“What, I can remember where I put the paper? 🙄”

Obviously, this is a lot more work for you, and so much less elegant than “Clipboard Memory,” which if I understood correctly is a brilliant metaphor I completely experience regularly.

But these smilies and analogies never come from nowhere. Other Autistics and many other kinds of nuerodivergent people will almost immediately recognize what you mean (as this now monster of a post has shown with over 2k people to date reblogging to say “yep.”).

As I’m learning from reading all these responses:

People not understanding these metaphors is not a you problem.

Anyone who refuses to understand these metaphors is doing so because of their own ignorance - and it’s a refusal, if they cared they’d at least ask “Why a clipboard?” and have you go through the above so they can see your logic.

They have spent most of their life having their version of reality be “correct,” so it’s almost offensive to be expected to work out a description that doesn’t match what they already know.

But we process information differently. A surprising number of these metaphors explain underlying conditions, including possibly chronic fatigue syndrome or anxiety or an undiagnosed physical disability.

We are correct. This is our reality.

I apologize that it also means you are the one expected to also put in effort to justify your reality to people who have had the Privilege of being “always right.”

Neurotypicals: Think Autistic people are exceptionally literal.

Autistics: Describe their experiences using phrases like:

My brain feels like it’s filled with cotton laced with barbed wire, it’s not safe for me to make decisions right now.

I’m entering a Wait Mode until we leave.

Just looking at that rotten food makes my skin feel slimy.

Neurotypicals: Assume the Autistics are using metaphorical language to exaggerate common experiences.

#actually autistic #actually neurodivergent #you are correct when you say stuff like this #that’s what it feels like #it’s their fault for not #trying to understand

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years ago

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Sekhmet & Lulu pt.1

Sekhmet: You’re never going to guess

Lulu: You’re going to make me?

Lulu: okay… I’ve had time… and if it’s not your politically leaning older brother I’m going to be truly shook

Sekhmet: Now I’m just 🤔 if this is a better plot twist

Sekhmet: I think so, on the surface, less taboo, but it has more layers, actually

Lulu: It does need to be, to warrant being the first thing you’ve said to me in forever

Sekhmet: That’s how it is now, only come to you with the best news?

Sekhmet: 👌🏽

Lulu: While I wait for an apology

Sekhmet: Oh please, you’re not still in a mood 🙄

Lulu: you think now you’re not ignoring me it’s absolutely fine that you did

Sekhmet: I wasn’t ignoring you, you told me not to speak to you and I didn’t

Sekhmet: You should’ve said something before this point if you were still going to be pissy about it now 💁🏽‍♀️

Lulu: No, you should be sorry and love me again because it’s been horrid

Sekhmet: Stop being such a baby for five seconds, you’ve totally derailed this reveal

Lulu: …You have to the count of 5 to actually reveal something

Sekhmet: I know you can’t resist, bitch 😏

Sekhmet: Who would it give you the most pleasure to fuck with rn?

Lulu: you know my hit list, I haven’t been mad enough to add your name, yet, or in the mood to take anyone else off

Sekhmet: Well time to borrow Mattie’s red pen

Lulu: if it’s one of her exes, she really must start spilling secrets

Sekhmet: Warmer

Sekhmet: but no 😆

Lulu: OH MY GOD

Lulu: you’re not serious

Lulu: it can’t be!

Sekhmet: If you’re on the right sister now

Sekhmet: there’s only one person it can be

Lulu: Well duh, we’ve gone beyond the reach of prison penpals

Lulu: but no way, he doesn’t have it in him 🤯🤯

Sekhmet: I’m sure it’s totally un-lesbian to pretend to be a man, even when you’re the one strapping

Sekhmet: anyway, yes way, why would I lie!

Sekhmet: He really does though 😻

Lulu: I’m not calling you a liar, I’m calling him 🥛

Lulu: there’s a reason he didn’t click when you said [fake name] was a new yorker and it’s the whole dungeon fantasy being wildly hypothetical and Jonah a HUGE bore

Lulu: if he’s such a dark horse I’m furious I couldn’t tell

Sekhmet: Babe, he literally fucked me NUMEROUS times, not letting me know he knew exactly who I was AND that I knew him

Sekhmet: then he didn’t tell me until we were alone in a foreign country and he’d already JUST fucked me again

Sekhmet: he’s so not what you had him pegged as, at all

Lulu: Stop, that’s too hot for me to stay livid

Sekhmet: Then don’t be, that’s boring

Sekhmet: is this not exactly what you were hoping for but never thought you’d actually get

Lulu: Of course it is!

Lulu: tell me everything

Sekhmet: Jesus, don’t even worry about what remembering will do to me

Lulu: How did he do it?

Sekhmet: He just… did it

Sekhmet: like he knew I wasn’t going to freak

Sekhmet: or he didn’t care, it was the former, definitely but still, it was so fucking hot

Lulu: He hates her too, wow, this is better than every Christmas or birthday…

Sekhmet: I think he’ll leave her

Lulu: I’m going to marry him, he’s CLEARLY my soulmate

Lulu: fuck, this is incredible, forget school, I don’t even care if I fail, nothing could possibly ever touch this level of validation, I’m right about her and about you, and he knows it

Sekhmet: The fuck you are

Sekhmet: you’ll have to get in line

Lulu: Sorry? I can’t hear you over the sound of the church bells or my 💓

Sekhmet: Too bad you already have a ring no takebacks

Lulu: so does he, he’s not letting it ruin his fun

Sekhmet: If you hate me like he hates Jay you aren’t invited so

Lulu: I love you, you made this happen

Sekhmet: Yeah I did

Lulu: I love you so fucking much, for this, for everything

Sekhmet: Good

Sekhmet: because that’s what he wants to see

Sekhmet: how much you’d do for me

Lulu: Does he know I know?

Lulu: my acting has SOME limits, I’m not sure I could pretend otherwise for v long if that’s also what he wants, not when I’m feeling like this

Sekhmet: Yeah, he wouldn’t meet you otherwise

Sekhmet: he has to protect himself, right

Lulu: He knows who I am too, but not enough to say with certainty I’d think blackmail is the least entertaining way this could play out

Sekhmet: He has enough on you that blackmail isn’t a possibility

Lulu: if I cared about any of it getting out, sure, he doesn’t realise yet either I don’t, but he’ll find out

Sekhmet: I mean

Sekhmet: it’s more than you think

Sekhmet: I had to tell him some stuff or he wouldn’t even entertain it

Lulu: He isn’t as stupid as Jay makes him look, that’s a given

Sekhmet: Exactly

Sekhmet: so it’s all of us are fucked or none of us

Lulu: how perfect

Sekhmet: It can be

Sekhmet: as long as you understand that

Lulu: What’s not to understand? Telling her ends the game with the quickest and most tedious choice of move, it’s the last thing I’d do

Sekhmet: You can’t just throw the board if you decide you don’t wanna play no more

Sekhmet: It won’t end well

Lulu: I want to play

Sekhmet: Good

Lulu: I got jealous when it looked like a nobody with a trust fund bought apartment was taking you away from me, he’s somebody

Lulu: this opportunity is special

Sekhmet: What am I, stupid?

Sekhmet: it’s once in a lifetime level

Sekhmet: I can’t believe he even saw the ad

Lulu: He saw you at the engagement party, he was waiting for his once in a lifetime chance too

Sekhmet: 🥰

Lulu: I should’ve known then after I clocked his 👀

Sekhmet: Everyone stares at me

Sekhmet: most don’t do anything

Lulu: True, you didn’t expect me to

Lulu: but I still feel like an idiot for missing something that’s now so glaringly obvious

Sekhmet: If I hadn’t started a conversation, you wouldn’t have

Sekhmet: You’d still be a straight–A student wondering how to talk to guys in your class

Lulu: You’re underestimating me and how bored she, that version, would have been at the pre-hen

Lulu: Also, EW, what boys? And what supposed mystery are they holding onto which I apparently can’t fathom?

Sekhmet: You TOTALLY asked me for advice on boys at school, I haven’t forgotten, you wish 😅

Lulu: You were playing the big sister role, I was giving you what you wanted

Sekhmet: Yeah, okay bitch 😏

Sekhmet: anyway, Jay was playing the big sister role, that’s her thing, not mine

Lulu: she swapped you in because she can’t handle playing any role against me, and boys are your thing, asking for advice was an easy first move

Sekhmet: She’s as good at it as she is the girlfriend role but you know

Sekhmet: Pop off like the expert in both, I guess 🥴

Lulu: It’s no wonder he fucked you how he did every time, she’s lights off, sober, if it’s not scheduled around clients it’s not happening

Sekhmet: Well, maybe I’ll tell you what he’s told me about her

Sekhmet: if you earn it 🙃

Lulu: You HAVE to

Sekhmet: You’ll DIE

Lulu: kill me, I’m begging you, I need it

Sekhmet: Say you’re sorry for being mad at me still

Sekhmet: even though I did nothing wrong

Lulu: I’m BEYOND sorry, it was all my fault, I went crazy

Sekhmet: All this time, I’m trying so hard to sort it so you can stay with me

Lulu: I know, I should’ve trusted you and listened to you

Sekhmet: and not think I was falling for a nobody with a trust fund

Lulu: you wouldn’t leave me, you’re not like everybody, or anybody else

Sekhmet: Don’t forget it

Lulu: If you decide to forgive me I won’t remember anything but, I promise, and I’ll do nothing but behave accordingly

Lulu: perfectly

Sekhmet: Okay then

Sekhmet: [tell her what he said about a threesome and anything else that was inevitably said]

Lulu: 💀

Lulu: I have 0 words

Lulu: maybe I should apologise again for doubting you

Sekhmet: You don’t have to apologise to Jay for calling her vanilla

Sekhmet: it’s still true now

Lulu: I told Mattie she was a cold bitch while you were away, she should apologise to me for telling me off for it

Sekhmet: 😂

Sekhmet: you didn’t lie, she’s a total bitch

Lulu: Who do you think the other girl was?

Sekhmet: They either got wasted and it was a friend that she then ditched immediately because shame

Sekhmet: or they got some poor hooker in one of the various countries they’ve been to, no chance of that tidbit following you home 🙄😏

Lulu: He would’ve created an app for her, for it, if she was capable of accepting a romantic gesture

Sekhmet: she’s such a level 3, not even a good one

Sekhmet: either way, it must’ve been bad because it wasn’t made a regular thing

Lulu: if she’d gone to boarding school like mummy wanted she wouldn’t be such a huge drama queen, and turn off, about it

Sekhmet: I’m glad she is

Sekhmet: or I wouldn’t get him

Lulu: Yes you would, she still wouldn’t be able to compete

Sekhmet: Okay, true

Sekhmet: but I wouldn’t know I wanted him if he wasn’t looking

Lulu: fumbling her way through a girl on girl scenario more than once without being fully bambi in the headlights wouldn’t mean she’s satisfying him, she wasn’t yonks before, if ever, he’d be looking

Sekhmet: She’s never given him what he wants, she isn’t prepared to

Sekhmet: but she wants to keep him prisoner, it’s so fucked up

Lulu: Exactly

Lulu: bad luck putting a ring on it doesn’t fix anything, she’d try a baby next if she wasn’t scared to

Sekhmet: It’s too late now, she just won’t see it

Lulu: How does she not feel it?

Lulu: I’d be embarrassed for her if she wasn’t her

Sekhmet: She’s clueless, willingly or otherwise

Sekhmet: she’d have to face her own shit to see this and she ain’t gonna do that any time soon

Lulu: 😬 but I’m Mattie’s cause du jour re needing therapy, meaning even she thinks she’s a lost one

Sekhmet: Or she buys it

Lulu: If she thought they were the fairytale ending she’d be treating this upcoming wedding as if it is

Sekhmet: Maybe

Sekhmet: who actually likes weddings that aren’t their own though

Lulu: she doesn’t like him, I can tell

Sekhmet: Unsurprising, she actually is boring

Lulu: Does your father like him?

Sekhmet: You know what she’s like

Sekhmet: she hasn’t let anyone meet him properly and she’d be SO offended if he actually did what dads were meant to do and gave him the once over

Lulu: A real no and a fake yes then

Sekhmet: He wouldn’t like him now but that’s not relevant

Lulu: it is to you

Sekhmet: Not yet

Lulu: You’re super welcome for the 💭 though

Lulu: see, I’m truly sorry and really love and miss you

Sekhmet: Okay, I missed you too

Sekhmet: He might actually kill him

Sekhmet: except I won’t want him to so he won’t be able to

Lulu: It’s the biggest pity my other mummy’s board throwing tactics mean she’d have to be an ultimate last resort, or I could’ve given him that ménage à trois

Sekhmet: Meh, it’d just give her more to feel like she was right about

Lulu: Like she won’t already be unbearable when he leaves her at the altar

Sekhmet: She can’t fake she saw it coming

Sekhmet: she asked him, we know she thought it would work this time

Lulu: When does he want me? What did he say?

Sekhmet: [this should be before they’ve gone to Ireland so I can drop that in/make you wait some more, so like, give that however many days makes sense]

Lulu: that’s SO mean

Lulu: I love him even more

Sekhmet: that’s the spirit 😘

Lulu: Am I going to see you too?

Sekhmet: You will then

Sekhmet: but we’ve kinda tacked these days on to the business trip so she thinks he’s still in Budapest

Lulu: Not that she honestly cares

Sekhmet: Sadly she’s not that tuned out

Sekhmet: but yeah, it’s not going to be as if I can never see him, she’s all about independence, yeah 🙄

Lulu: Being a boss babe of fitness

Sekhmet: ice 👸 with no 🤴🏼

Lulu: all the things she could be using her muscles for and she’s only trying to run away

Sekhmet: She’s not going to get this back

Sekhmet: what a waste, a guy that’s loved you for a decade

Lulu: It’s disgusting, she’s throwing away a degree of loyalty I would literally kill for

Sekhmet: He’s so…

Sekhmet: loyal doesn’t even cover it, not remotely

Lulu: 😭

Lulu: something else she doesn’t deserve and takes utterly for granted

Sekhmet: I know he’s never fucked her like me

Sekhmet: even before she ruined it

Lulu: She’d never let him, I’ve never met someone who uses their influence as wrong as she does

Sekhmet: *right as me

Lulu: That too, except yours is genuine power, not tiny amounts of persuasion coming from exploiting other people’s emotions

Sekhmet: She’d need to share a mum to even be able to come close to knowing all the things I know how to do

Lulu: Don’t kill me harder than the wait already is

Sekhmet: My parents are perfect, I’m sorry

Lulu: yeah, you should be 🥺

Sekhmet: Poor baby

Lulu: Your life is perfect rn and I’m stuck here at school all alone, it’s the saddest

Sekhmet: You’ll feel better soon

Sekhmet: if you didn’t miss me how would you know it’s real

Lulu: Promise you’ll miss me, even though you have him

Sekhmet: Duh

Sekhmet: it’s different

Lulu: and don’t be mad at me anymore

Sekhmet: I’m not

Sekhmet: I just can’t stop thinking about him right now

Lulu: Okay

Sekhmet: You know it’s different

Lulu: I know how it works, I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him if I was with him either, that’s why it’s more than a job

Lulu: more than 💷💳💎🎁

Lulu: I understand, it’s the reason I hate being left out, a reason anyway

Sekhmet: Sorry I’m bad at sharing

Sekhmet: but it’s going to happen

Lulu: Me too, you’re falling for him without me and you doing anything without me makes me unhappy, that’s all

Sekhmet: We can’t both have him, not if that’s not what he wants

Sekhmet: I’m good but I’m not tell people what their kinks are good, it doesn’t work

Lulu: Again, I know, this arrangement is all him and his wants, it’s okay, I meant it up there, I agreed to it because it made the most sense for you pre his identity reveal and it still does

Sekhmet: It doesn’t change anything between us

Lulu: how often we can spend time together, or talk, or how much you think about me has changed

Lulu: I don’t want any promises you can’t keep, they’re too close to a lie

Sekhmet: It’s not a lie, that’s just now

Sekhmet: he has her and a seriously important job, it’s not like he can be around as much as all that

Lulu: Until he leaves her, like you said

Sekhmet: he said yes, to marrying her

Sekhmet: they’ve got this far

Lulu: Oh please, you don’t believe that

Lulu: you want him, you’ve got him, it’s the easiest thing ever

Sekhmet: it’s not that easy

Sekhmet: or you wouldn’t be interested

Lulu: Yes it is, you’re you and he’s a man pushing 30 who hadn’t been fucked properly before

Sekhmet: That hasn’t stopped him knowing how to fuck though

Lulu: I never said I didn’t want him to fuck me in every possible way that either of us can think of, I very much do

Sekhmet: Naturally

Sekhmet: I’ll tell him

Sekhmet: not the pushing 30 bit, I’m not that blatant

Lulu: I get the feeling he’d like it and I’m not going to be there to play nice, seeing as we’re united by mutual hatred

Sekhmet: Good cop bad cop

Lulu: mhmm

Sekhmet: We’ll see

Sekhmet: maybe I know what he has planned, maybe I don’t

Lulu: Maybe I want it to be a surprise, maybe he’ll change what he had planned because it’s not for yonks and yonks

Sekhmet: he could bring it forward, or push it back

Lulu: whatever he wants, I’ll be there whenever it is, as ready as I’ve been since you first told me who he is

Sekhmet: Right answer

Lulu: This class hasn’t been a complete disaster, in that case

Sekhmet: What class are you in?

Lulu: It makes no difference for what you’re about to ask me to do, regardless I’ll do it anyway

Sekhmet: Sorry to disappoint, I just wanted to know what you were failing at

Lulu: nothing yet, equally sorry if that disappoints

Sekhmet: Guess I’ll live

Sekhmet: you couldn’t have been that distraught though

Lulu: How distraught would you like me to be?

Lulu: I haven’t slept since you left, it’s given me 🤏🏻 study time

Sekhmet: Just be honest

Lulu: I was and am, I told you it’s been rotten

Sekhmet: So don’t ask what I’d like, I’m just trying to talk to you, not play stupid games

Lulu: It isn’t a game, I walked out of model UN because I thought I was going to suffocate if I stayed for another second and now the years I did don’t count for anything and I have to delete it from all my uni applications and Mattie’s been all over me in the least hot way possible assuring me I’m not going to get into any of them, A*s being SO far beyond my current capabilities

Lulu: but it isn’t all 💔…

Lulu: [transfer her the money you made because you couldn’t cry but one of the dudes obvs wanted you to cos that’s his thing so you got into a little bidding war type moment where he was trying to make you by sheer amounts of funds]

Lulu: from [whatever his name is so she’ll know the tea] with love 😘

Sekhmet: Don’t with model UN, I’m trying to be sympathetic here 😂 you don’t wanna be the next prime minister, or one of their various grunt workers, so the model UN is irrelevant to anything but a uni application in your life

Sekhmet: how could you care about that or Mattie being a bitter cow when you’re getting that kind of reward not to think about it 😍

Lulu: 😅 You wanted honesty, the truth is, everyone’s the worst and I need you back, expecting me to be sorry when I only am we’re not together

Lulu: this school acting as though I’ve been blacklisted from the real countries my most cringe haters are representing is never going to force me to wrongly prioritise

Sekhmet: It’s too late now, if you haven’t passed by this point you’re fucked, aren’t you

Sekhmet: they should let it go

Lulu: Seriously! There are a lot more fun hills to die on

Sekhmet: Will you be having a graduation party

Lulu: Of course

Sekhmet: That’ll be… fun

Sekhmet: you and Dolly being sent off to your new schools never to be seen again

Lulu: it could be if you’re there, and I save my gap year news for max impact

Sekhmet: Would your parents disown you

Lulu: How can they? Mummy had Jay instead of any exam results and Daddy bought his way into [whatever school he went to]

Lulu: besides which, they’re been there, done that, if they don’t have me they don’t have any bragging rights left at all

Sekhmet: You know it’s one rule for them and another for everyone else

Sekhmet: especially if you aren’t being braggable

Lulu: It’s almost effortless to spin into a positive, I’m doing charity work or working on myself to an even more insta caption approved level, they can take their pick 😇✨

Sekhmet: Hmm, good luck faking you’re building schools in Africa, babe

Lulu: I don’t have to, it’s their photoshopping headache if they care how I look to their fake friends, the wild ones’ll be all too aware I’m really 😈

Sekhmet: True

Lulu: You don’t need to worry, they can throw a huge tantrum if they like, however long I take off from uni I can fund for myself

Sekhmet: I’m not worried

Lulu: 😊

Lulu: Will you make me an outfit for my graduation party? Pretty please

Sekhmet: I might be super busy setting up my business now… 🥰

Sekhmet: but I can try to find the time

Lulu: I’ll be your walking billboard for it, the thousands of photos can be genuinely useful rather than a total bore

Sekhmet: You’ve got a point

Lulu: Duh, and you can have complete creative control, as long as it showcases I’m not wearing my locket, because she blatantly won’t notice before then, I’ll wear anything

Sekhmet: You got it

Lulu: you’ll have me, in front of everyone my parents think are important, dressed exactly how you want

Sekhmet: 😏

Lulu: It’s heartbreaking Jay won’t attend, but there are some other silver linings

Sekhmet: Not even if you said how much you wanted her there

Sekhmet: she’d kind of have to

Lulu: if you help me, we can both lay it on super thick

Sekhmet: Dolly might want her there too

Lulu: Ew, the accuracy…

Lulu: I’ll make Mattie ask her too

Sekhmet: There you go

Lulu: If she continues to refuse it’s proof she hates me, which is a different kind of win

Sekhmet: She won’t wanna look like a bad sister

Lulu: You’ll have to find time to be there

Sekhmet: Of course

Sekhmet: Even though that would be perfect time for me to be with him, as she’ll be busy

Lulu: No no, be nice, he should definitely come as well, he’s family too❣️🥰

Sekhmet: Ha, there’s no way 😅

Sekhmet: guarantee she’ll be out of the country and send you a guilt gift on their behalf, that’s how she actually rolls

Lulu: Boo! 👎🏻 I’m ignoring you if you’re gonna ruin the fantasy

Sekhmet: Uhuh, believe that when I see it

Lulu: unlike you, it’s all I have atm

Sekhmet: Aww boo

Lulu: ☹️

Sekhmet: You’ll survive

Lulu: if survival mode is the best you can offer, I for real am ignoring you

Sekhmet: I’m enjoying being spoilt myself rn, I don’t have the energy to switch roles 🤷🏽‍♀️

Lulu: Thank god I don’t have to rely on you to be treated like a 👑

Sekhmet: Thank God

Lulu: bye then, I guess

Sekhmet: Can’t you let me have anything, OMG

Lulu: No, I’m THAT twin, don’t pretend you don’t know

Sekhmet: Well it’s not cute and I’m not going to cut my good time short to deal with pouting from you

Lulu: nobody’s asking you to, I literally just did farewells, it’s the opposite

Sekhmet: Yeah, bye Lulu 🙄

Lulu: This kind of verbal tough love isn’t cute either, FYI

Sekhmet: I’m not being cute with you, you don’t deserve it, FYI

Lulu: I don’t deserve your half baked attempts at sympathy over something neither of us care about

Lulu: especially when the lack of juicy details about what you’re doing is v telling

Sekhmet: Telling how?

Lulu: You don’t want me to have anything, so don’t put it on me like I’m the one who can’t share

Sekhmet: It isn’t about sharing, I told you I don’t want to

Sekhmet: this is my thing and you want to take it

Lulu: If I wanted to take it I’d take it

Sekhmet: 😂

Lulu: yeah, it’s completely hilarious how quick it went from our thing to yours

Sekhmet: It is my thing, period

Sekhmet: it was never yours, I need the place to stay, I want to stop seeing other guys

Sekhmet: I put in all this work, meanwhile you were seeing all the clients you could, so no, it’s not ours

Lulu: Then why lie?

Sekhmet: I didn’t lie

Sekhmet: You can come see me still, that’s what we wanted, that’s what he’s okaying

Lulu: You sold it to me one way and him another

Sekhmet: No, you want in harder because it’s him

Lulu: No, earlier in this very convo you were acting as if all the work you were putting in was for my benefit, so we could be together when he’s doing whatever he does instead of fucking his fiancee

Lulu: telling me it’s different because that’s what I wanted to hear

Sekhmet: How is that not exactly what I just said, again

Sekhmet: You can come ‘round and stay… what are you not getting?

Sekhmet: If he likes you, you can play sometimes, none of that makes me a liar but it doesn’t make it yours either

Lulu: Because it isn’t about him

Lulu: you’re not getting that you can’t just put a line down the middle of things marking what’s yours and what’s mine

Lulu: everything is supposed to be ours, there isn’t supposed to be a line

Sekhmet: How can I help it if that’s not what he wants

Lulu: Again, it isn’t fucking about him!

Lulu: you aren’t meant to enjoy keeping things from me

Sekhmet: I’m not going to not enjoy this, to make you feel better, that is ridiculous

Lulu: It’s cruel

Lulu: how is it days ago that you loved me so hard you almost told everyone my real name and I gave you my locket? We were breathing in sync and now I couldn’t pay you to go back to when we first met and it hurt to miss me so badly you wouldn’t

Sekhmet: It’s not like that

Sekhmet: you don’t enjoy what you do, huh

Sekhmet: why am I not allowed?

Lulu: You know I do because I’m not keeping it to myself

Sekhmet: If I was keeping it to myself, I wouldn’t have told you who he was, wouldn’t have offered to let you join at all

Sekhmet: seriously

Lulu: Wow, you think you get credit for doing what he wanted and told you to do?

Lulu: there isn’t a single secret I have from you or would want to

Sekhmet: He wouldn’t even know about you if it wasn’t for me, so yeah

Lulu: And you clearly regret it now so it doesn’t make up for anything,

Sekhmet: I wonder why I’m regretting it, a real mystery, that

Lulu: I’m sorry you didn’t meet him first, okay? Bad luck

Sekhmet: Shut up

Sekhmet: you’re being insane

Lulu: There’s less mystery there, I love you and you’re pulling away from me in record time

Sekhmet: I’m not, you are overreacting and you need to stop or you’ll make it worse

Lulu: The honest to god reason you haven’t met either of my grandparents yet is because they’d portray me as having been dramatic and desperate from childhood, but what they don’t understand, which I thought you did, is that I’ve never felt like this before

Lulu: ever

Sekhmet: You say that

Sekhmet: but how can I trust you

Lulu: You should feel it, I am going insane, that’s what love does

Lulu: you should be going insane too

Sekhmet: I’ve seen you act like this over Mattie, and I’ve heard about it over Dolly

Sekhmet: don’t tell me I’m special when I’m not

Lulu: but you are, they didn’t love me back

Sekhmet: If that’s it

Lulu: Reality matters more than fantasy

Sekhmet: Does it, honestly?

Sekhmet: to you

Lulu: It didn’t used to, when I had nothing else

Lulu: but because of you, I don’t need to delude myself anymore

Sekhmet: I want to believe you

Lulu: Test me, I’ll pass

Sekhmet: This is what this is now

Sekhmet: like you kept saying, it’s not about him

Lulu: I know you need him, but our arrangement predates his

Lulu: I saw you first and I loved you first, I know you believe that

Sekhmet: Yeah, I believe that

Lulu: and you wanted to keep me before you wanted him to keep you

Sekhmet: That’s what I’m doing, you’re mine, not his

Lulu: I’ll never be anyone else’s

Sekhmet: Okay

Lulu: you’re the first and only person I’ve ever belonged to

Sekhmet: It’s a lot of responsibility

Sekhmet: but I’m going to look after you, you just have to trust me and my decisions

Lulu: It’s all I want

Sekhmet: You’ve made it this far, it’s just a few more days, okay baby

Lulu: Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll be good

Sekhmet: It’s okay, it’ll all be worth it, I promise

Lulu: It’s him, I haven’t stopped reeling, go ahead and believe that too, truly

Sekhmet: It’s understandable

Sekhmet: maybe I am too… it’s so insane that it’s him

Lulu: wild, I have to cut you some slack, maybe…

Sekhmet: a bit 🤏🏽

Sekhmet: I can’t decide if I knew it was him before I knew, you know

Lulu: You weren’t looking deep because the unknown was hot

Sekhmet: Exactly

Sekhmet: it would’ve been insane to say I knew before I met him

Sekhmet: and it’s not like I could remember his voice exactly…

Sekhmet: but it’s probably no more insane than acting as if I had NO suspicions

Lulu: He wasn’t bringing the conversation, just the 👀

Sekhmet: His eyes are SO intense

Lulu: and he denied you the eye contact for yonks and yonks, I love how evil he is

Sekhmet: 🥺

Sekhmet: don’t gang up on me

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I've read it on sunday of course, but I had to get back into it and leave some of my thoughts. 🤭

Three months ago. When they were still together.

I did not think you would do it post movie. But I'm glad to see that he went back to his true and quirky self. 🥰 To be honest, I didn't like Tish anyway. 🤭

...you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

I always loved the shirts. 😂 Such a simple way of giving a character some depth.

"But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

I mean... were is my Sandwich Man, when I need one? 😩 A mean, delicious sandwich can really safe the day.

"...But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

That's a strong way of making someone unpleasant. I already can't stand him. 😒

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

Yup. He needs to go.

If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

You know what? I always thought you could just see this genuine side of him between the lines. He just wanted to find someone who likes him for himself and wants to give it back.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

This made me laugh!🤣

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself.

And this just makes him more desirable. 😏

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

Aaawwww ☺

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

No! We didn't make it? 🥺

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm.

Of course she had to say something like that! 😑 Don't be like that, c'mon! You once liked him after all.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.”

Don't think that! 🥺 Oh, man... that is the moment were I would really like to hug him...

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

Tadaaaa! 😃 It took some time to sort things out, but we did not forget about our Sandwich Man 🥰

Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

Someone's a sore loser. 🙄 You had your chance, Tish. Accept it. ... But 🤭 If you decide to dive deeper into the story with these two, that could be some fuel for drama and fluff and everything else. 🤣🤣🤣

He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

On one side I felt like it was a little to early for a first kiss... and then I thought 'oh well, fuck it. I would kiss him too.' 🤣

I really loved this! It was such a wholesome meet-cute. 💕

The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.”

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail.

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.”

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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I've been waiting to read this since I first heard of this idea let's GOOOO

edit after reading: that's a long ass comment but it's hella deserved for this gorgeous story

oh no, not Thomas offering to make breakfast dgsags

ooh Valentine's!

I love that he insisted on a place with a bed big enough for all of them 😭

sdgjsakd breakfast in bed sounds dangerous

"that only look a little bit off" oh god

"and something else" gsagdjh I admire the bravery of even trying them tbh

"the sausages taste like sausages" hallelujah

it's handpainted 😭

I love the dynamics between all of them already

Vic getting whacked, as she deserves

Thomas only gets a light slap cause he's a good boy

gadjhsfasd obedient is perfect 😍

damn

"You know Vic is giving him exactly what he needs, she always does. While you often give him everything he wants - and more" I LOVE THIS and I love how you paint the picture of how differently each of their relationships to each other work and ahhh

Vic stop being mean challenge haha

😭😭 I love this so much, I would also very much enjoy this sharing arrangement

afghjfslfsdf jesus christ this story is gonna be the death of me

lmao Vic-I-don't-want-any-part-of-this still ends up wanting to go first, of course

that sounds fucking fun though

I WOULD LOVE A COFFEE COCKTAIL ETHAN

fuck that strawberry heart scene is way too adorable

as someone with eating issues because of textures this makes me shudder gdhkfsa

of course Vic would make it a competition lmao everything is

Ethan's text message hahahah I love him, good for him, get that nap, king

Thomas rolled up in his arms though 😭😭

Thomas you little shit hahaha

awwww I hope he's okay

not both of them unable to deal with Vic's token haha

ok but I just need to note that I love her calling him a kitty

kitty, kitten, I'm a sucker for cat-themed names, I can't help it

I know I already said this but I LOVE that you also portray things going a little wrong sometimes and limits are being discussed and sometimes people don't behave the way they should

I'm happy at her mediating between those two though

and thank fuck for Vic being sweet and realising and apologising

Ethan using his blank token like that 😭 I love him

NOTHINGS WRONG MY ASS, THOMAS

even for thomas' standards :((

oh Thom

oooh a little background information soaks it up like a goddamn sponge

I LOVE how this evolved and that they all talked about it and that (for now?) he's still her boyfriend first and foremost and checks in with her, it's sweet and considerate and I have feelings

aww Ethan checking in with her

"I am not a fucking monster" ghakdffas well fair, Thomas does deserve all the cuddles

I also love that she puts up boundaries though

"your heart is a little big lighter again" 😭😭

Vic suddenly loving the box when it involved going out hahaha

oh god yes please glitter on Thomas

AND LIPSTICK

HAHAHA best choice of token, well done Ethan

everyone kissing Thomas like he deserves

love Thomas being self-aware enough to know they can be insufferable haha

FUCKING ADORABLE

as if they actually would enjoy Thomas being quiet for too long hahaha

she's too distracted looking at Thomas 😭

THOMAS YOU LITTLE SHIT hahahaha I love it

ground rules sounds very good <3

Thomas stop using that fucking token challenge lmao

hahaha oh he's found out

HAHAHA amazing use of yet another token, I love it

Oh 👀

Oh Thomas has some very different ideas doesn't he

interesting indeed

👀👀

jesus christ hello

that's… really hot

"You aren't ready at all" lmao no surpirse there

THEY'RE IN ON IT TOO

oh fuck me

yeah, yes please to this whole scenario

Vic being the level headed one for once

Thomas looking fucked like that is simply something I need to see before I die

a photo with Vic while ignoring the others 🙄🙄🙄

Thomas is being a proper menace, in the best way possible

they're really not having any mercy on her today

hnnnnnnnng

this is so fucking good

with the promise of that happening, I might even be convinced to go clubbing

fucking hell

jesus christ Thomas

"How are you this in love is the only question in your mind" 😭😭😭

damn

that… that's a lot and I love it so fucking much

fuck the thigh, I'm salivating

yeah that was really fucking hot, holy hell

lmao Vic wanting to sit in front as if she's not the tiniest of the bunch

ngl that sounds like a gorgeous trip

yeah I'd be blissfully sighing with Ethan's hands on me like that too

STOP MAKING ME WANNA ROADTRIP ITALY

CHICKEN NUGGEST ARE ABSOLUTELY A SNACK, VIC

hahahah I was about to say, Thomas is really not the one to NOW demand sticking to the rules!

the description of that kiss has me yearning

lmao love the different interpretations of painting

I could do with a whole day in bed, especially with their company

hahaah only Ethan has the priviledge of blank tokens

love how quickly he turns to loving the idea

vibrating with excitement 😭

of course screen free is hell to Vic haha

I KNEW someone (Thomas) would suggest fucking fgdjhasg

I fucking love antique markets

awww online board games!!

THEY PLAYED LONG ENOUGH FOR SOMEONE TO WIN? Impressive

Ethan, baby, I love you

"It’s fun, for once Vic and Thomas are helping each other without noticing it. Vic takes Thomas’ hand when she sees that he’s getting frustrated with himself and how he loses focus. Thomas helps her looking for the piece she’s missing when she groans. And Ethan and you are looking at each other knowingly, smiling." CRYING at this I love it so much help

"If you could, you would be on your knees for all three of them but you’re sure that’s a different kind of party." fgsjhdgslds

not the collar hnnnng

awwww I love them being all over Thomas when it gets too much

hfakfhas Vic bargaining her way into sexy stargazing

awww Thomas deserves a compliment every day for a week (and the rest of his life)

Thomas as the boss hahaha oh dear

fgsahjfls I love what their "first date" was hahaha

I've said this before, but they can all (but especially Vic) reduce me to dessert any time

this went quickly from awww honey moon suite to OOOH tying Thomas up

"A new strap to fuck your girlfriend" is something I'M MAD that I didn't come up with aghkaskdasd

oooooh the gift hunt!!

Thomas can never make any jokes with piss in them ever again or Vic will see it as a sign hahaha

the presents are amazing I love it so much

NOT THEMM ALL BEING PUZZLE PIECES WHAT THE FUCK FOXY HOW DARE YOU I'M NOT EVEN GONNA START TALKING ABOUT THE METAPHORICAL WEIGHT OF THAT NOW BECAUSE THIS COMMENT IS TOO LONG AS IT IS BUT I'M LOSING MY MIND BECAUSE OF THIS AND THE WHOLE STORY AND IT'S SO GOOD AND YOU'RE SO FUCKING TALENTED IT ALMOST MAKES ME MAD I'M GONNA REREAD THIS EVERYTIME I'M SAD WHICH IS A LOT I'M SO HAPPY YOU WROTE THIS

Token of Love

Pairing: Thomas x Reader x Vic x Ethan Wordcount: 12.5k Description: For some reason you think it’s a good idea to gift a box of love tokens to your partners. Maybe it ensues more chaos (and sex) than you would have thought. Warning(s): Fluff, some (playful and not so) fighting, smut (foursome, no panties, public, orgasm denial, D/s dynamics, safeword use)

Add yourself to my taglist. / Masterlist .#####. Thomas hugs you close from behind, his arms securely around you. It’s early, the sun has barely risen and you can feel tiredness still washing over you.

“How come you’re already awake?” You ask and strain yourself to put a kiss on his lips. “Before everyone else? Are you okay or did you have a nightmare again?”

“I’m okay,” he is pressing kisses to your shoulder, “No nightmare this time. I wanted to get up so I could make breakfast.”

“You? Offering to make breakfast? In the morning? Are you sure you are okay? Or is … Oh.”

Oh. It’s Valentine's. Which explains why Thomas is up too early for his own good.

“I thought the other two wouldn’t complain about food … but it could still be … romantic.”

The other two, Vic and Ethan, are laying next to you in Thomas’ bed. Which was one of his only requirements when he looked for a place for himself, a bedroom to put a bed big enough for all of you in there and a roof terrace. Ethan is hugging his pillow and Vic is snoring at his side.

“You’re cute, Thom.”

“Well, knowing all of you, I’m the only one who thought about it,” he says but he still has a smile on his face.

“Maybe.”

You’re smiling as well and yawn before you fall asleep again. Only rummaging around you, is waking you up again. Victoria bickering, Ethan laughing. The clattering of plates against each other, liquid filled into glasses. Thomas’ lips on your forehead.

“Breakfast is ready!”

The bed turned into a minefield to get up, it’s hard not to put your hand somewhere or into something, Ethan has the courtesy to help you while Vic laughs at Thomas’ shoulder and Thomas beams at you. For Thomas’ standards the food looks good, there’s some fruit, some scrambled eggs that only look a little bit off, some absolutely burnt sad looking toast, some pancakes that are only burnt at the edges, some sausages, some cheese and there’s a little heart shaped box of chocolates on everyone’s plate, next to a flower.

“Thank you, caro.” You give him a kiss on the cheek. Vic just rolls her eyes, it’s just another day and Thomas is trying to make everything as special as possible all the time but all of you three know that this day is still important to him.

Vic and you both know better, but you still try the toast and the scrambled eggs while Ethan sticks to the least burnt pancake and carefully bites into a sausage. The toast isn’t palatable, and it’s hard to swallow, while the eggs are mushy, salty and something else. It’s a taste experience you wish you wouldn’t have had, you’re sure Vic’s face mirrors yours. Thomas is still smiling, so is Ethan who seems to have made the better decision.

“Please tell me, you also have something to drink for us?” Vic looks at him, grimacing.

“Oh, I forgot, yes. What do you want? Tea, milk, hot chocolate, juice, tomato smoothie, water, champagne?”

Vic and you both flinch at the mention of a tomato smoothie: “Something which makes me forget that I just ate this out of love for you. So maybe give me the champagne, the bottle should do.”

“That was horrible,” Vic says after Thomas skipped out of the room to get drinks. “Please tell me this is edible.”

“It’s not too bad, a bit burnt, a bit sugary, there’s some kind of vanilla in there?” Ethan looks at his plate. “And some … orange juice, I believe? You can eat it though, maybe it would be actually nice without the burnt bits and much less sugar. And the sausages taste like sausages.”

“You already had me at it’s not too bad,” you say, “This was not good for my stomach.”

Thomas is coming back with the bottle of champagne, something that looks suspiciously like the tomato smoothie and something you hope will be juice, normal juice. Vic and you both put the rest of your food on Thomas’ plate, shaking your heads. He pouts but when he looks at the plate he carefully scraps the scrambled eggs to the side.

“I actually have something as well.” You get yourself out of bed and shudder, it was warm and cozy next to the others in bed and you’re just in your panties and one of Thomas’ shirts. You get the box from your bag and put it down between them.

Thomas, looks at the box first. It’s in the shape of a heart, you handpainted it with some flowers and little things that remind you of each of them. Then he looks at you wide eyed, excited. Ethan and Victoria are sighing, annoyed. You even catch Victoria how she rolls her eyes at Ethan, who tries not to laugh but he fails when Thomas is squealing.

“God, this will break him.”

“Thank you!” “You don’t even know what it is yet.” Victoria reminds him.

“And? At least I’m saying thank you,” Thomas says, “Are you gonna say thank you for the breakfast I served you in bed?”

“You want me to say thank you for burnt toa-” You whack Vic over the head and he beams at you. “Thank you, Thomas.”

“Can I open it?”

Thomas opens the box carefully, almost as if he doesn’t want to break it or afraid he will have paint stick to himself again. Like the last time when you painted and he touched it before it was dry.

“Oh no, that’s a never ending box of bullsh-” Vic says when she sees the little envelopes in the box. This time it’s Thomas who whacks her over the head.

“Hey, you can’t read them yet, that’s not how it works.” You lightly slap Thomas’ hand when he greedily wants to open one of the envelopes. “I thought one of you could pick one out of the box every few days?”

“God bless tour life,” Victoria mumbles.

“Maybe we could take some and take them on tour with us?” Thomas looks at you, pleading eyes. “Use them when we want to? And the rest we can pick when we are here?”

“Okay,” you sigh - you can’t say no to the pouting, “I’ll give each of you three for tour, but I’ll give them to you.”

“That sounds great and then we c-”

Victoria interrupts him mid-sentence, slapping his ass. A small yelp comes from Thomas’ lips but nothing else.

“You can talk somewhere else now, caro, like here.” Ethan and you laugh, but Thomas obediently crawls between Vic’s spread legs, his head disappearing under her nightgown. “That’s better.”

Ethan sits behind you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your shoulders, your neck. There’s no urge for him to do anything else, just leaving soft kisses all over your skin. Meanwhile you can hear Victoria moan, the wet noises Thomas’ tongue makes. Little whimpers coming from him and Vic getting louder. You know Vic is giving him exactly what he needs, she always does. While you often give him everything he wants - and more. You couldn’t just interrupt him in the middle of a sentence, you love him talking, hanging on every word coming from his lips. But he needs it. And Ethan somehow always finds a balance. There’s one more loud moan from Vic and then she lets him go. He looks a bit like a deer in headlights when he’s rolling himself together in your lap not even a minute later, you can see that he’s hard. Ethan is still kissing your neck when you card your fingers through Thomas’ hair.

“Sleepy.”

“I know, babe, I know.” You press a kiss to Thomas’ forehead, he blinks at you when you put him into Ethan’s arms. “Vic and I are gonna clean up and do the dishes, you can sleep.”

“Your boyfriend has the most talented tongue, almost makes up for that box of horror.” Vic says when you’re both in the kitchen, she is sitting on the counter while you're discarding the scrambled eggs into the bin. “I’m glad that you’re sharing him, and I know Ethan is really grateful for that as well.”

“It’s not like I’m not getting anything out of this,” you smile at her and kiss her. It’s tame but not unpleasant. “And I love seeing Thom with both of you. It’s what he wants, it makes him happy and I am glad that he’s sharing this with me.”

“Do I have to participate in this?” Vic changes the topic.

“There’s not only romantic stuff in there, also some other things.”

“Please say dirty stuff,” Vic is crossing her fingers, “please say dirty stuff.”

“If you make the fill out the blank cards dirty then maybe.”

“Oh god, he will be even more insufferable.”

“These tokens are Thomas' proof. I’m planning on taking them out before it’s his turn.”

Victoria grins at you: “So even you have your limits?”

Your answer is just a sigh when Thomas comes barging in, looks at you without saying a word, grabs a bottle of water and then vanishes again without looking back. It’s bizarre, he’s behaving weirdly. Victoria doesn’t notice, or she decides not to mention it when you clean up. Back in the bedroom Ethan and Thomas are cuddled up together. Ethan spooning him from behind, his arms around his waist. If you wouldn’t know him as well as you do, you wouldn’t notice but you can hear the soft purr, the tiny little whimpers, coming from Thomas. With one hand he’s twisting one of Thomas’ nipples, the other one sprawling out over his stomach, just over where he’s still bulging his briefs. You know it’s not what he wants, but Ethan knows it’s what he needs. Thomas’ little noises speak for themselves.

.#####.

“Can we open one before tour starts?” Thomas asks one evening, and you can’t do anything about it, he smiles at you sweetly, and you can just give in. Before he can take the box from you, Vic already took it out of your hand.

“Ladies first,” she says and grins at a confused Thomas. Takes an envelope, looks at it and then at you, “This isn’t too bad. Create your own Cocktails.”

“Sounds like fun,” Ethan says. You can see Thomas taking the little envelope of Vic and pocketing it. “We could make it a challenge and only use things we already have here.”

In the evening you’re all in the kitchen, looking at different bottles of alcohol, other bottles, fruit, some random boba pearls in too many flavours Thomas has stacked away in his cabinets, juices and mixers, edible glitter you used for baking a while ago, some random stuff Thomas puts out with a shrug. It’s fun, seeing what everyone else is doing, trying random stuff for yourself, Ethan and you both drawn to the boba pearls, and everyone laughing at Thomas and the monstrous thing he creates.

By the end of the evening, you have four cocktails. Some are more enjoyable than others but no one is saying it. There’s Ethan’s coffee cocktail - you laughed earlier when he was brewing coffee, cooling it down, trying to find the perfect mix of coffee and Kahlua and finishing it off with some tapioca boba and milk. You saw him sniffing the milk that came out of Thomas’ fridge longer than is normal, Thomas looking at him offended in return. It tastes nice, but Vic announces it is nothing special. There’s your own cocktail, it shimmers and it’s way too sweet, especially for Thomas who’s wrinkling his nose. It’s prosecco, jasmine tea, rose syrup, too much glitter - your hand slipped for a second, lychee bubbles and strawberry boba that’s shaped into little hearts. Ethan seems to enjoy it more than the other two but Thomas’ finger poking you is getting you out of your thoughts. He delicately has one of the strawberry hearts between his teeth and you’re happily kissing the sweetness off his lips, taking the heart off him with your tongue.

Then there’s Thomas’ cocktail that looks intimidating to everyone, even to Thomas himself. No one wants to take the first sip until you show mercy. You don’t know how Thomas always does it but the texture has you shuddering. If you would take another sip, you are sure you would go off the walls or won’t sleep. It’s the mix of the coffee he stole of Ethan, the vanilla coke and the chocolate liqueur. There’s something alcoholic you can’t place and a slight hint of banana as an aftertaste, you shudder again. And there’s the misplaced popcorn, that should have gone on Ethan’s cocktail you think, on top of the drink. When you try to pass it on to Ethan, he shakes his head but Vic is brave enough once again.

“This is disgusting.”

“I have done worse,” Thomas smiles at her. Nipping at his straw and slurping his cocktail, all three of you watching on in disbelief.

And then there’s Vic’s. Which just is tequila, some ice, Corona and topped off with a lime.

“I won,” Victoria says. Ethan scoffs at her. “Simple, but at least you can drink it.”

“I didn’t know this was a competition,” Thomas says.

“It’s not like you would have won against me, if I would have told you about it beforehand.”

.#####.

Tour starts again, somehow comes earlier than it felt like a few days ago, and you’re back home alone, once again. They all received their tokens from you before leaving, Thomas kissing you goodbye and Vic mumbling something that sounded like And here I was hoping you forgot about it. First you just wanted to give them at random but too many tokens you would like to be part of crossed your way, which is why you selected tokens for each of them.

It doesn’t take long, a few days, and Ethan is posting a photo of a token in your group chat - One uninterrupted afternoon nap, whatever happens.

I am cashing this in, I’m tired!!!! Don’t annoy me.

Later Ethan is sending you a photo from bed. He has a cup of tea and the book he packed to read on tour.

Thanks for giving me a break from the chaos these two are causing!

A few hours later, Vic is sending you a photo. It shows Ethan snoozing, sleep mask over his eyes, but there’s also Thomas next to him, rolled up as small as possible in Ethan’s arms. Slumbering blissfully as well.

.#####.

“Thomas,” Ethan sighs, “you really have to clean this. I can’t clean up after you in every hotel we step foot in.”

He looks up from his phone, isn’t saying anything but then wanders over to his suitcase and puts a tiny envelope into Ethan’s hands.

“Any household chore done for you,” Ethan reads and he sighs. Thomas picking the little envelope out of his hand again. “You want me to clean here and pack your suitcase, don’t you?”

He still isn’t speaking, smoking at the window, but nodding his head. It doesn’t take Ethan too long, Thomas is chaotic and it looks shit but most of it just needs folding and some things have to make acquaintance with the bin but nothing worse than that.

“Are you okay?”

Thomas just mumbles a Thank you against Ethan’s shoulder when he hugs him and Ethan leaves it at that.

.#####.

Vic puts a token into the chat on a concert free day.

One day of no complaints or reminders.

Ethan and Thomas both text you, upset and displeased. It’s quite comical to witness and a reason why you handed it to them. Funnier when you aren’t involved in this one.

Boys, it’s just for a day! You can make it!

By the end of the day, you yourself aren’t sure if you will make it through the whole day. Instead of complaining to Vic, the boys complain to you. A lot, and you understand. Vic is using her power with them not being allowed to talk back or complain about her demands. Ethan loses it when she asks him for a foot massage, he isn’t doing it, Thomas doesn’t mind and takes over. But he loses it a few hours later when she demands to deal with some stuff for her, and to listen to her for the evening when they’re going out.

“Can you believe that?” Thomas snorts over the phone. “She called me a kitty and told me to behave in that sweet voice, all while she was scratching me behind my ears.”

You have to cackle, you’re sure he purred, but Thomas groans - he doesn’t sound happy.

“What was the problem, Thom?”

“She did it in front of Damiano and Ethan…. In a car with someone driving who I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, “That wasn’t okay of her. The day is over soon, Tho and tomorrow you can tell her to piss off.”

“I don’t want to go out now,” he admits. Something else is behind this statement, at least you have the feeling but he isn’t saying more.

After you hang up, you call Vic.

“I know, no complaining,” you start and once again you sigh, “but … You’re taking it a bit far, don’t you?”

“But it’s so fun to see them suffer,” she laughs.

“Fair enough. But could you … could you not do that with Thomas again without asking him first. Or not in front of people, that’s his limit and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t cross that.”

“Yes, okay, sure.” Victoria’s voice is small. “He looked fine, he could have told me.”

“Vic, we both know when he isn’t allowed to do something, he won’t if he can avoid it and …,” you smile, “You know his brain stops working when you’re scratching behind his ears.”

“I don’t want to make him uncomfortable with it,” Vic admits. “I know he likes it when it’s only us, I won’t do it again in front of people. I … I somehow never think about Thomas’ limits, I need to change that, I know but he also never talks about it, I know that isn’t making it better, I should know better. You don’t have to tell me, I know that’s bad, actually it’s horrible, thanks for calling me out on it.”

Vic apologised to me

It’s what Thomas texts you a while later and you finally feel like you can go to bed without everyone ending up in a fight.

.#####.

The next morning there’s another picture in the chat, it came from Ethan. It’s the blank token you gave him.

I would like Thomas to tell me why he’s upset lately

You would like to know as well, you feel relieved that you aren’t the only one thinking something is off with him.

Nothings wrong

It’s only two words but it’s two words and you know he’s lying. He only picks the phone up after you try to call a third time, he rejects the video.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Can you turn on your camera? I just want to talk, we can talk about something else if you want to.”

He looks dishevelled and tired. A bit too tired, even for Thomas’ standards.

“Did you sleep well?”

He shakes his head: “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Did you sleep the night before?” You’re worried about him.

Again he shakes his head, he doesn’t look at you.

“Thom?”

“I can’t sleep,” he bites his lips, “I don’t want to sleep alone, it sucks.”

“Honey.” You know Ethan and Vic would be there but you also know they wouldn’t just climb into Thomas’ bed. It’s the first tour after you figured things out between the four of you, after Thomas admitted that him staring at Ethan and having thoughts beyond friendship and the one time he dreamt of Vic holding him down might deserve an honest conversation. They are part of it when you want but he’s yours, they respect that. It must be tough for Thomas, he struggles. And it must be even harder having them with him and still staring at the ceiling not having anyone next to him. “You can tell them, you don’t have to sleep alone.”

During the evening Ethan asks you, if you’re okay with them sleeping in Thomas’ bed, without you. You are, there’s nothing you could have against it when it makes him feel better. There’s just one rule you set, no sex with Thomas in any way, you don’t care what Vic and Ethan do with each other. Ethan asks if he can cuddle. You imagine that he laughs when he reads your I am not a fucking monster. Just no sex, not with Thomas on top or as a bottom, especially not the second. It makes you squeezy, you are open to renegotiate at a later time but now you don’t feel comfortable. But cuddling, he can have all the cuddles he wants to have.

Victoria and Ethan both end up in Thomas’ bed. They are watching a film, while you’re out for wine with a friend. Ethan sends you a pic of Thomas sleeping in Vic’s arms after midnight and your heart is a little bit lighter again.

.#####.

The Italian leg of the tour comes around faster than you thought. Thomas catches you when you jump into his arms. You took the time to go to two concerts, there’s nothing better than to see them live. To see Thomas doing what he loves, what brings him joy and how it puts that huge grin on his face. There’s nothing better.

“It’s time to redeem this token,” Vic says after the show in Milan, “Night at your favourite nightclub, maybe this box isn’t a box of horrors after all.”

You’re all getting ready in Vic’s hotel room, Vic having fun doing Thomas’ and your make up, she puts glitter eyeshadow on Thomas’ eyelids and you might love her a little bit more for it. Ethan already opened a bottle of prosecco while Victoria tells you which club she wants to go to, she puts some pink-coral-toned red lipstick on Thomas’ lips.

“Are you for real?” He furrows his brows at her. “That’s the best club you can choose?”

“My token,” she grins at him, “my choice.”

Ethan and you roll your eyes while they bicker like a couple that has been together for the past twenty years, married, divorced and remarried again. They are still having a go when you reach the club almost an hour later. You take Ethan on the dancefloor with you.

“A day without them having a quarrel with each other,” Ethan laughs - putting his hands on your waist, “And they would die.”

Thomas turns up behind you, kissing your neck: “That’s not the best club,” he grumbles into your ear.

“You can still have fun and now you’re dancing with me, doesn’t matter where that is,” Vic is squeezing herself between Ethan and you, “Usually you don’t care, you can always have fun.”

Ethan sighs and gets something out of his jeans pocket, you can see it’s a token and you have to laugh. You know what he’s going about to do.

“You leave me no other choice,” he clears his throat and reads: “You win the argument. Wanted to keep this to for one of your fights but it’s enough, I win the argument, clubs are shit, no matter what. And now behave and have fun.”

You dance the night away, you watch Vic dancing with Thomas, Thomas climbing on a table, Ethan kissing him. He dances with you, the glitter looks adorable on him when he leans down to kiss you. And you only stumble out of the club when they kick you out hours later.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Vic asks.

Thomas kisses her while holding Ethan’s and your hand.

.#####.

Thomas sends you a voice message when you’re back home again.

“We noticed something. Did you take any of the tokens?” You press pause, you’re surprised. You made the tokens, they aren’t for you. “We know you made them, but you should take some as well, just some. It should be fun for you as well and we’re insufferable, I know, but it’s fun, even with all the complaining, really. I don’t think any of us said that yet. And I just want you to have some for yourself. I am gonna give my token to you, you can use it whenever you want. You get some flowers. You can’t say no by the way, it’s yours now.”

He’s the sweetest, you think. And you love flowers, he knows, which makes it even sweeter.

I would love some flowers, Maso!

The next morning there’s a little ivy plant in front of your door. A bouquet of white and rosa flowers with some green eucalyptus twigs strown in. And a lovely bouquet of dried wildflowers. It has a note on them: Love you! I know you like to keep them but the other one was catching my eye as well. Thom

.#####.

You can’t wait for Thomas to come home, for them to come home. It's been two months since Milan and now you are the one who can’t sleep alone. When they are all together in bed with you again, Thomas hugging you close, it’s better again. You missed them.

“I still have this token from tour,” Vic says in the morning - you almost forgot about it, “One day without the others most annoying habit. Finally I can have a day with all of you but Thomas is shutting up.”

Thomas and you are both looking at her, you furrow your brows - Ethan looks at you with a little bit of concern.

“But …”

Vic shakes her head: “No talking, Thomas.”

During the morning it works, you’re in bed, he cuddles up to you, bumps his nose against your skin. He gets his head scratched and scratches behind the ears before he starts purring happily on your stomach and then on Ethan’s chest. He avoids Vic, he looks at her carefully from time to time but if any of you looks at him then, he turns his head back.

“Hey,” you try to get his attention when Vic is leaving to have a shower, “This isn’t a punishment, okay?”

He only shrugs, pretending not to care but you know he does. He watches something on his phone, while Ethan reads a book next to you - glasses low on his nose, and you write in your notebook. The next time you look, Thomas fell asleep.

When you’re all sitting for dinner in a restaurant, Vic is the only one talking. Ethan is too busy studying the menu to care. You’re too distracted looking at every little gesture and facial expressions Thomas shows and when she asks you something directly, you just shrug. Vic snorts, but you can see the tiny smile appearing on Thomas’ face.

“Anyone?” Vic looks at all of you.

Thomas raises his hand and Vic looks at him expectantly but he isn’t saying anything.

“God, please talk. Please!”

He takes his phone from the table and types:

I’m sure you can beg better and a bit longer

Ethan and you have to laugh, so loud that some people look at you.

“Thomas, please. Everything, just talk, god that was a shit idea.”

Everything?

“Everything. Just talk, please.”

“Okay,” he grins, “My turn to talk and you can shut up and I might have another idea.”

He winks. And Ethan and you laugh again.

Later Victoria follows you when you go to the bathroom: “I fucked up again, didn’t I?”

“Not talking out of context is like a punishment for him.” You look at her through the mirror. “He needs context, Vic. And we need to talk, all of us actually, we need some ground rules and limits. I don’t want him to think, he can’t share a bed with you on tour again or Ethan thinking he can’t touch him when I’m not around, and I made this box to have fun.”

“Okay. Ground rules and limits.”

.#####.

Thomas is the next one who draws a token out of the box.

Movie marathon - Your choice of films

“I’m getting the snacks and drinks,” Thomas says and looks at you, “But you can choose the movies.”

In the end, you can’t decide. You’re overthinking it, Thomas tells you to chill, no one will judge you for your choice of films. That’s why you go for your favourite childhood movie, Thomas’ favourite film and after snooping around the favourite films of Ethan and Victoria. By the end of the evening, you’re picking popcorn that Vic threw at him out of Thomas’ hair.

.#####.

“Thomas,” you aren’t annoyed but you’re running around like a headless chicken cleaning around him, “Could you at least vacuum?”

“Hmmm.” He gives you something and you groan, you almost forgot that you gave that to him. “Next time.”

Any household chore done for you.

“It’s our turn to clean up,” Ethan says a few days later after dinner. Vic helped you cook pasta earlier, and the boys will clear the table before you move to the couch for a lazy evening in. “Thomas?”

You furrow your brows when he gives a token to him, Ethan also raises his eyebrows. But Victoria is the one speaking up: “You used that on me three times already.”

“On me as well,” Ethan says.

“And you only gave that to me not even a week ago.”

He looks at you sheepishly and pouts.

“Oh, you’re in trouble,” Ethan comments.

Thomas still smiles, there’s a blush creeping up his throat for being called out but then he turns over another token to you.

Get out of trouble, no questions asked.

.#####.

“What is the token?” Vic asks him. “You went a bit pale.”

Ethan takes it out of Thomas’ hand: “One wild fantasy fulfilled.”

“Thomas' wild fantasy is probably having dinner under the eiffel tower or some shit,” Vic jokes.

You can see how he swallows heavily. And you know it’s nothing like what Vic imagines at this moment.

“No … no panties for you,” he steps closer to you and you just nod, “when we go out.”

“Uhhhh, interesting.” Vic’s eyes light up.

The day comes sooner than you think it would arrive. One morning you’re already dressed when Thomas comes out of the shower, only a towel around his hips, and looks you over. That he puts one of his hands down your tights isn’t too surprising, that he rubs you through your panties until you can feel yourself getting wet isn’t either. But then he’s getting you out of your tights.

“Thom, we don’t have time to fuck.” You’re supposed to meet Vic and Ethan for a shopping trip and a day out, and you’re already running late, thanks to Thomas’ talent for oversleeping.

“Oh, don’t worry, we aren’t fucking.” He frees you from your panties as well. “Open your mouth for me.”

When you woke up a few hours ago you wouldn’t have thought that today is the day where Thomas would use your own panties as a gag on you while he feels you up and then starts fingering you without warning. You grab onto his hair to have some kind of stability but your legs are violently shaking. Just before you cum, he stops, it’s almost a ruined orgasm and you mewl around the panties in your mouth. Sometimes you forget that he can be much more cruel than Ethan and much cruller than Vic expects him to be.

“Don’t think you will need them today.” He takes the panties out of your mouth and kisses you sweetly. You put your tights back on while Thomas rummages through the wardrobe naked and then gets dressed, you try not to stare too obviously. “You ready?”

You aren’t ready at all.

Thomas and Ethan are in the seats in front of the car, while Vic is in the back with you. She’s almost sitting on top of you, letting her fingers wander. Over your knees, up your thighs, Thomas is smiling at you wolfishly through the rearview mirror. And then Vic’s hand is in your tights before you can stop her, there’s no obstacle of more fabric in her way and you whimper.

Vic smiles: “You already got her wet.”

“No touching,” Thomas scolds her, “That goes for both of you and for you.”

Whereas you nod obediently, Vic and Ethan try to question his authority but Vic pulls her hand back and lets the elastic of your tights snap back onto your skin, you yelp.

Shopping always is a blast with them, you almost forget that you aren’t dressed appropriately and about the wetness between your legs. Sometimes, when Thomas puts his hand a bit too low on your hips, you have to swallow. But then Vic puts a silly hat on Thomas’ head and you have to laugh instead.

Somehow Thomas shoves you into a fitting room, all three of you. It’s cramped but before anyone even has the chance to complain about it, Thomas already pushes you against Ethan and both of you against the wall and then he’s on his knees. He deliberately pushes down your tights and he looks at you with big eyes before his head ends up under your skirt. You can’t stop the moan that follows when he starts to lick and Ethan heavily breathing into your ear. Your consciousness tells you that you’re way too loud for such a tiny space but you can’t bring yourself to stop. On the contrary, it feels like you are losing your mind when Thomas licks through your folds and presses his wet lips to your clit now and then. You’re only getting louder - until Ethan puts his hand over your mouth and you can just pant.

There’s someone clearing their throat in front of the fitting room: “Everything okay in here?”

“Yes,” Vic answers happily and to your shock even pulls back the curtain a little bit to pop her head out. Your only comfort is that the curtains are floor-length, so the store assistant can’t see Thomas on his knees, you still blush furiously and gasp into Ethan’s hand when Thomas sloppily presses his tongue deeper. “My friend has a busted arm, I’m just helping her with some tops. I hope that is okay?”

“Sure, please let me know if you need any help.”

As soon as you hear how the footsteps are getting more distant, you cum all over Thomas’ face. You can hear him laugh under your skirt. When he emerges again, he cleans his face, Ethan cleans his hand but when you take the tissues from Ethan, Thomas takes them away from you again. Maybe Thomas looks more fucked then you when you leave the store, he’s dishevelled, lips swollen, and a clear outline in his tight jeans which he partially tries to hide under his coat and partially doesn’t give a fuck about. You’re only ruining your tights and your mind is racing, maybe you don’t look any better.

You’re grateful that the restaurant you go to later isn’t anything fancy. The waiter doesn’t look at any of you twice, just wants your orders, a photo with Vic while ignoring Ethan and Thomas and then he pisses off again. Waiting for food is a test of patience for you, you’re hungry, and Thomas dipping his fingers under your skirt from time to time almost has you jump. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom but when you look at yourself in the mirror Vic is standing behind you, she’s dragging you into one of the cubicles wordlessly.

The kiss you’re sharing has you gasp for air. Vic easily guides your hand into her underwear, she doesn’t have to tell you what to do or what she wants. Your fingers find their way into her pussy easily, finding a rhythm, you moan into her mouth when she slips her hand into your tights in return.

“No … no touch-,” you moan again, “Thomas said no touching.”

“Can’t see him anywhere,” she laughs but she seems to see your pleading eyes, “Don’t worry, he was really happy about the idea. Just be good and make me cum, honey.”

You know how to touch her, you know how to move your fingers in her, how deep you have to go for her, which rhythm she likes - you know how to get her off. How she will always moan loudly when someone sucks at her collarbone - Thomas, Ethan or today you. She only needs soft pressure to her clit and then she cums, moaning into your mouth. Her fingers are still playing with you when you try to pull back.

“Vic,” you whimper, “please let me cum.”

“No,” she smiles at you sweetly, “Thomas said no.”

“Pleeease,” you beg, “please, Vic.”

“That isn’t my decision.” But she gets out her phone and you can hear Thomas’ voice not even a few seconds later. “Someone has a question for you.”

“Please.” Vic is moving her fingers in you faster. “Can I cum, please, god, I need to …”

“No.” You know he says it with a smile even when you can’t see him. “Only when I want you to.”

“I love when he is like this,” Victoria whispers into your ear after hanging up.

Thomas kisses your nose sweetly when you’re sitting back next to him.

For some reason Ethan is the one who wants to go dancing, it’s so suspicious that you think it’s Thomas’ idea after all. The club is dark and you’re dancing between Ethan and Thomas, Thomas lightening himself a cigarette without care. The beat is vibrating through your veins, it’s loud, Ethan has his lips against your neck. They both take your hands, dragging and pushing you at the same time until you end up in a small room with a couch on which Ethan takes a seat. It’s not like that they were people all around you making out a few seconds ago, and doing worse than fucking. You wouldn’t have had a problem for Ethan showing you off like this, but this is Thomas’ game. Not Ethan’s, and certainly not yours.

Thomas is undressing you slowly and to your surprise fully. He kisses along your neckline up to your ear, leaving sloppy kisses on the shell. His hands caressing your hips, then your thighs and you whimper.

“I think it’s Ethan’s turn.”

You don’t need another invitation, Ethan is sitting on the sofa, his jeans and his briefs partially pulled down. He’s soft with you, helps you getting on top of him, kisses your hair. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear while Thomas watches your every move. You whimper even more when his dick stretches you out, how he finds a slow but no less torturing rhythm. You moan into the kiss he gives you. For the thousands time your head spins today and it spins even more when you think about Victoria and the girl she vanished with, a girl she will make cum, while you’re still going to be denied.

“Please,” you whimper again but you lose your train of thought when Ethan bucks his hips up into you and Thomas steps behind you, pinching your nipples. “Please.”

“No, honey, no.” Thomas coughs sweetly and pinches your nipples harder. “I promise, I’ll make it hurt when you cum. I’ll ruin it for you.”

Ethan cums with a loud groan and you lose your mind completely.

“I’m gonna clean you up when we’re home,” Thomas says and kisses you between your shoulder blades.

He does make good on his promise when you’re home, Vic in tow again - her smile satisfied. Your eyes roll back on their own accord when Thomas cleans you with a warm wet washcloth. It’s too much, but at the same time not enough. You’re already overstimulated but you still can’t cum. It doesn’t help that Thomas has you in front of the bathroom mirror and that you can see yourself.

“Please … let me … please.”

He laughs, you can hear, you can see it through the mirror. How are you this in love is the only question in your mind for a few seconds until Vic and Ethan enter the bathroom as well.

“No,” he still laughs, “I told you, if you’re even thinking about it, I’ll ruin your orgasm.”

Almost you say fuck it, you want to see what happens, you want to know how it feels. Thomas sometimes threatens you with it but you never misbehaved as much to have him do it. The thought comes and goes when he presses himself against your body and you realise that he cleaned you up just to fuck you again.

Your brain is in overdrive, there’s no way to calm yourself down. Thomas isn’t letting you. Ethan and Vic are watching, he has her in his arms. Your sanity suspends when Thomas enters you. Your fingers tighten around the bathroom sink, just to anchor yourself to something. His groan is loud and too close to your ear. And Ethan and Vic make it their challenge to make you cum while Thomas still tells you no. Vic is going down on her knees, licking over your clit, Ethan is kissing you. And everything drives you crazy. But in the end Thomas’ no still rings louder in your head than anything around you. He holds you up and then everything stops, Thomas cumming over your thighs, he kisses you behind your ear. He cleans you up again and Ethan carries you to bed, you are sure your legs wouldn’t have worked.

Thomas caresses your back, kisses you, just holds you in his arms until he falls asleep. You can hear the evenly breathing of all of them all around you. His heartbeat under your ear. But you still … You still want to cum. If you wouldn’t be so sure to wake him up from it, you would use Thomas’ thigh. You yelp in surprise when Thomas catches your hand between your legs and looks at you out of wide eyes.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Please.”

“Come here,” he gets his thigh between your legs and you rub yourself against him without thinking, “When you cum, you’ll cum as many times as I want you to, okay?”

“Yes, just …” You whimper and it just washes over you. You crash and then you crash down on Thomas who holds you close.

“And now again.”

.#####.

“Your turn,” Thomas shoves the box in front of Ethan’s face.

“Oh, nice.” He turns it over - it’s blank.

“Why is he getting all of them?” Vic is looking at you.

“Luck?” You shrug.

“I want to plant a fig tree.”

You doubt that any of you has a clue how to plant a fig tree but Ethan looks happy with his choice. You already see yourself washing dirt out of Thomas’ hair.

.#####.

“How about we all get a token for the weekend and try to combine them with each other?” Thomas says one Wednesday evening. They are off for the weekend and it’s the perfect opportunity.

Thomas picks an envelope but Vic takes it out of his hand before he can open it: “My one, thank you. Uhhhhhhh, massage night. I’m up for that.”

Ethan picks next and reads it to you: “Weekend getaway to a destination of your choice. That’s nice, we will take my car, and I’ll drive, that’s my only condition.”

“Shotgun, I’m sitting in front!” Vic looks at him. “No way, I’m putting my legs in the back of that convertible.”

“Okay, now you.” Thomas passes the box to you. You want to protest but they all shake their heads at you.

“Back kisses.”

“Wonderful, and now me.” Thomas picks the last envelope before putting it back where it lives on the windowsill. “A post sex snack. Nom, that’s better than a massage.”

“You’re just greedy for food,” Vic laughs. “Where are you carrying us off to?”

“Alberobello.”

“Albe-what?”

“Alberobello, Thom,” you say, “I want to go there. I said I want to see the trulli houses and I want to go to Lecce to the botanical garden and I want to see Martina Franca.”

Thomas blinks at you: “Okay, how about we start tomorrow, go to Alberobello, stay there for a night and then stay in some town?”

That’s what you do, the next day all four of you scramble into Ethan’s car. You marvel over the architecture, take photos of the houses and silly photos of Ethan who seems the only one to care. Victoria and Thomas are sitting on a bench in the sun, drinking Aperol. Someone carefully approaches them and asks for a photo. You stay for the night and Vic gets her token out.

“Massage time.”

“I definitely have to massage Thom’s nose with suncream.” There’s a sunburn blooming on his face. “Or at least some aftersun, you will look like a crab by Sunday otherwise.”

“You can nurse him,” Vic laughs, “Ethan can take care of my back.”

Ethan is sitting on Victoria’s thighs, massaging her shoulders, sometimes dipping lower to her waist, she’s blissfully sighing. On the other side of the bed you’re taking care of Thomas’ nose and his face, there’s no blissful sighing, he looks like he’s being tortured. His mood changes when you scratch behind his ears, his eyes flutter shut and he hums. After a while Ethan and you switch places. You massage Vic’s back, Ethan massages Thomas’ shoulder. Vic is pushing you down between her legs after a while, you can hear Thomas’ breath hitch before there’s a loud whimper. You can’t see, Vic holding you down, but the next morning there’s a massive bite mark where his throat meets his shoulder.

Friday you spend in Martina Franca, this time you put suncream on Thomas before leaving the house. Ethan and you are restlessly wandering around the city, ancient walls around you. There’s too much to see, too many photos to take, food to try, you stopped counting the amount of drinks Thomas and Vic already had. They giggle when you’re visiting a Basilica and at Ethan and you looking at the ceiling. Too many narrow streets to walk, Thomas finds some traditional cured ham that he’s munching next to you while you take a photo of Ethan who is leaning down to Vic. You just fall into bed when night comes.

Lecce is a beautiful baroque town. More narrow streets, another Basilica that took 200 years to build as Ethan and you learn, more food, more drinks, the botanical garden you want to see. At one point Thomas just sits down and refuses to walk another step, you can only coax him with the promise of getting lasagna for dinner. You took a photo of an angel on one of the walls. Another one of Thomas kissing it hands, and Vic jumping his back. Ethan is immersed in the tourist guide book but you can hear him laugh.

“I want my back kisses now,” you say even before your head hits the pillows of the hotel bed. Waiting isn’t your strong suit, and luckily you don’t have to wait, Thomas’ hands are freeing you from your dress and then your bra. His lips on your shoulders, Vic’s on your lower back, Ethan’s somewhere in-between. Thomas sucks a love bite into your skin, Vic biting and Ethan licking over the skin she bit mere seconds ago. You don’t know who initiates it but you end up on your back, Thomas on top of you - between your legs, Vic playing with your nipples and Ethan’s hands on Thomas’ hips. Everything's a blur, even when you cum, until he crashes down on you, panting and heaving, still in you.

“Snack?” You can hear Ethan whispering into his ear and Vic giggles.

“I want chicken nuggets.”

“That’s not a snack,” Vic reminds him but Thomas doesn’t care.

“That counts as a snack for me.”

He rolls you around until he can kiss your back again.

.#####.

“I would take one, if that’s okay?” Ethan looks at you and Thomas. You’re sure Vic would raise her eyebrows if she were there. You nod your head. “One Knock-Your-Off-Your-Feet Kiss. Exactly what I need right now, can I cash this in with everyone of you?”

“No.”

Thomas immediately shuts up when you both look at him: “I don’t think, you have any right to say that, Mr. I’m using this token until I drop dead.”

“Good,” he gets closer to Thomas’ face, “I’m starting here.”

You have seen them kiss before but it’s breathtaking. Thomas leans into every of Ethan’s movements, his hands tangled up in Ethan’s hair and Ethan pulling his hair in return. Thomas’ eyes are closed, there’s a tiny bit of spit on his chin and you can hear him moan into Ethan’s mouth. It would be a lie to say that it doesn’t get you hot and bothered.

Your kiss happens a few hours later when you’re both on the balcony. Ethan is smoking and then he’s pulling you close, cigarette still in hand. Where with Thomas he was still careful to not scare him aware, he isn’t with you. His tongue is everywhere where you want it and you finally kiss back. You know, Thomas isn’t busy with his phone anymore.

Ethan gets his kiss from Vic a few evenings later. And Thomas and you are both staring.

.#####.

Your choice of date night.

Thomas is delighted when he reads it to you. You step on Vic’s foot when she says something that sounds like You should’ve taken this one out as well. Somehow she thinks it’s the worst thing to have Thomas plan a date night, but you know it’ll be nice and still chill, he just puts more thought into it.

You kiss his cheek when he gives you some flowers on the evening of the date.

“Giving you some flowers, would be like throwing money out of the window,” he says to Vic but gives her a bottle of wine before he gives some flowers to Ethan as well. “Looking at you, I am hilariously underdressed.”

It’s as chill as you thought it would be, he takes you to a small but not too fancy restaurant. He doesn’t complain when it’s time to pay, he gets Vic some gelato when she’s whining. And you’re watching a film in some outdoor cinema, hidden in the back, so no one of them is drawing any attention, before heading home.

.#####.

Vic takes a token out of the box without anyone bullying her into it one weekend. Which earns her some comments out of Thomas’ direction.

“Paint something together.” She smiles at you and wiggles her eyebrows, “You could have just asked, this doesn’t involve body paint by any chance?”

Ethan rolls his eyes and Thomas giggles.

“No,” you smile back, “painting on a canvas.”

“Can I just fling paint at it?” Thomas asks but he looks interested.

You should have known that he would fling paint at everything that moves, including you, as well.

.#####.

Spend a whole day in bed.

It’s almost funny that Ethan draws this one as well. It would have been the perfect one for Thomas but he didn’t get this or the one for a nap. You aren’t sure if he really pouts or if you imagine it. Luckily Ethan is taking everyone to bed with him, he reads, immersed into another world. Vic is listening to music, scrolling her phone, poking Thomas’ side when she gets bored. You’re listening to the video Thomas is watching on his laptop while embroidering but you’re thinking about knitting a beanie for Thomas - like a grandma Vic would say. And not even ten minutes into the day, Thomas is out. He falls asleep on Ethan’s stomach, Ethan mindlessly scratching his head and playing with strands of his hair.

“Does this include dinner in bed?” Thomas asks yawning when he opens his eyes again.

.#####.

Thomas and you are both alone when he picks another envelope out of the box. There’s one with a bend, you’re sure you know which token it is but Thomas isn’t getting the hint when you put it directly under his nose.

“Ugh,” he says, “Can I take a different one?”

You shouldn’t allow it but he looks at you with puppy eyes. You want him to get the bend one, you choose it with Thomas in mind from the beginning. That’s why you take the envelope from him and give him the other one: “Here, that one is better.”

“Is this because you’re keeping the blank ones from me?”

“You …”

“Yes, I know,” he shrugs, “I … The only funny thing is that Vic isn’t getting them either.”

“Mysterious,” you smile at him. The truth is, you trust Ethan to be responsible with them. “Open your token, Maso. I’m sure it’s a good one.”

“Watching the sunrise and sunset on the same day,” he reads - his hands shake a little bit, “Oh my god, that’s perfect. Can we do that somewhere at the beach?”

“There’s a token for a beach picnic somewhere in here.”

He looks at you pleadingly again, you skim through the envelope until you find the token.

Picnic at the beach.

“You know this is cheating,” Thomas laughs at you. You don’t care, as long as it makes him happy. “Can we do this alone? I want to spend some time with you, without the dickheads.”

Victoria is happy to get out of the whole thing, no questions asks, only the plea to Thomas to not send her pictures of the fucking sun. Ethan doesn’t complain, somehow he still ends up in the supermarket with you when you have a grocery run for your beach picnic. Thomas goes crazy, it’s on brand but Ethan still looks confused.

“Is he about to buy the whole place?” Ethan asks you.

You don’t even have time to answer: “Do you think I could afford that?”

“I guess?” He looks around. “It’s small, so they don’t have that much inventory but … before I give you silly ideas, that’s a lot of perishable food, Thom.”

There’s no doubt that you’ll have enough food for the next week when you step out of the supermarket again.

For once Thomas is awake when he has to, yawning but vibrating with excitement so much that he doesn’t care about the tiredness. It’s still dark outside and you’re happy that he agreed to driving, you fall asleep for most of the ride.

You’re happy that Thomas knows his secluded beach spots, you’ll be alone for most of the day. You’re still half asleep when the sun rises, you don’t stop him when he sends a photo to Vic and captions it with The fucking sun. By the evening you have the second bottle of wine between your legs, Thomas smokes and you couldn’t be happier when you lean your head on his shoulder and the sun goes down.

.#####.

Vic is crinkling her nose looking at the token she got out of the envelope: “This sucks.”

“Why?”

“Can I put it back and take a different one?”

No one answers her, but Ethan takes the token out of her hand: “That isn’t bad,” he says, “One screen free evening - no phones.”

“That is hell,” Vic corrects him, “I can’t do that, I’ll miss something.”

“We could go out for dinner,” Thomas suggests - he might be feeling bad for her drawing the token he put back, “or have some drinks, go out for the night, go to a concert. Fuck, if that helps.”

“Can we do all of that?”

After the third time Vic is reaching for her phone, Ethan takes it away from her.

“But I’ll miss something,” she complains.

“Yes, you’re missing what’s going on around you,” he says, “Believe me you can have a conversation with us without clinging to that.”

“But what is the time? We’re gonna be late to ....”

Ethan looks at his watch: “It’s quarter to eight.”

“Good that we have someone sophisticated enough to wear a watch in our midst,” Thomas jokes and Ethan pockets Vic’s phone under loud protest coming from her.

When you’re laying next to her in bed, heavily breathing, hours later, she fumbles for her phone again. Thomas catches her wrist: “What do you possibly need your phone for now? Do you want to tweet how much you love my dick?”

“You would love that.” Ethan and you snort, but Victoria doesn’t stop there. “Next time you can blow yourself.”

“I might just do that.”

“Careful,” Ethan interferes in the conversation and puts his hand on Thomas’ throat - you can see him swallow, “Don’t promise me anything you can’t deliver. You know how that ends, kitten, don’t you?”

Thomas swallows again and nods.

“That might be more interesting than my phone.”

.#####.

The seasons are slowly changing from summer to autumn when Ethan picks the next token, and this time he’s delighted while Victoria and Thomas already roll their eyes and high five each other.

“Antique market and thrift store shopping,” he reads, “I decide how we use this, right? I want some decor and have a look around for some books.”

“Some weird lamps again, perhaps?”

Thomas laughs about Vic’s joke but Ethan’s gaze is shutting him up.

“You’re all going to accompany me,” he announces and Victoria rolls her eyes once again.

“It can’t be that bad, right?” you whisper to Thomas.

He looks at you amused: “You clearly are underestimating the amount of weird shit Ethan is into.”

You know hours later when Thomas is carrying around some of Vic’s purchases and Ethan is still looking at some antique clothes racks. Thomas seems to give up on life when you enter a shop for antique clocks. His hands are shaking, and you suspect it’s the cut off of nicotine as he chain smoked the whole mid-morning. It doesn’t surprise you when he wanders outside to light another one.

“How many clocks can he look at?” Vic asks when she joins you outside.

.#####.

They are releasing a new single, you know that they’re excited but that means a few weeks on your own again while they are on a promo tour. It eases you that you talked about stuff like this a few months ago.

“You should take one,” Vic says and gives you the box.

Board Game Night.

Not the best thing to do on your own, you think sarcastically. Thomas seems to see the annoyance on your face.

“We can have one online when we’re gone,” he says, “and then we can have another one when we’re all together? You can choose all the games.”

When the time comes, they are all on their laptops in their own hotel rooms - you’re grateful for it, that you’re all on your own and it isn’t only you. You play Monopoly for hours and Vic is the first one to accuse Thomas of cheating when he wins. He does that when you play at home, taking money out of the bank when he thinks no one looks at him, somehow having a house or a hotel on one of his streets where the last time you looked was none. It got so bad one time that Victoria announced she would rather piss herself than leaving Thomas unattended or even out of her eyesight with the board. Board game nights were usually them bickering and Ethan and you picking up the pieces afterwards, but after every night they swore that they loved it. Sometimes the competitive aspect just turned their heads in. You can’t wait for the game night in person after everyone says their goodbyes and Thomas blows you a kiss.

Could we puzzle?

No!

No!!!!

You didn’t expect anything different from Vic and Thomas. He lacks the concentration for it and Vic admitted it drives her insane. At least they can hate something together, you giggle to yourself.

YES!

On the other hand Ethan was always up for a night in with a puzzle.

You two think puzzle mats are the best invention of the century. You shouldn’t have a vote in this.

Somehow Vic seems to have forgotten that you can choose every game you want, and you want to puzzle.

It’s the best, go die mad about it. Anything in mind?

You send a link to a puzzle with 42.000 pieces. It’s more of a joke but at the same it’s a dream.

Noted

Wait what? That’s against the geneva convention and my human rights!!!!!!

You’re a bit dramatic, Thomas.

Do you want me dead or something?

Victoria and Thomas try to argue that a puzzle technically isn’t a board game but they both take defeat when you remind them that Thomas said everything you want, their opinion on the matter doesn’t count. It’s fun, for once Vic and Thomas are helping each other without noticing it. Vic takes Thomas’ hand when she sees that he’s getting frustrated with himself and how he loses focus. Thomas helps her looking for the piece she’s missing when she groans. And Ethan and you are looking at each other knowingly, smiling.

.#####.

The next is one of Vic’s token again, and this time she’s happy about it.

“Dress up for dinner and dancing or a movie at home,” she grins, “This is gonna be a party, you’re all gonna dress up pretty for me and we’re going to decorate this place. I want a mirror ball.”

You don’t question it but Ethan gets her the desired mirror ball, he goes so far to order some buffet style catering and turns up in a fancy suit. Vic is dressed in a fancy short dress, your dress isn’t showing as much but it’s fancy enough. Thomas is dressed in wide suit pants, for some reason he’s barefoot, and in a shirt that’s mostly unbuttoned showing off his chest hair. If you could, you would be on your knees for all three of them but you’re sure that’s a different kind of party.

“Here,” Thomas blushes furiously when Vic puts a collar around his neck. His fingernails are digging into the skin of your hand he’s holding, “You should be thankful that I’m not putting you on a leash.”

You can see how the blush deepens.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you.”

You can hear how she whispers to him, you’re sure that you can hear her asking if this is okay, and the grip he has on your hand loosens.

All four of you are dancing, drinking, kissing, your hand wanders into Thomas’ trousers while Vic and Ethan are whispering into his ears, he blushes and moans and then you dance again. Thomas looks a bit lost and wobbly on the legs when you get him to dance again. Until one of Thomas; neighbours threatens to call the police on you as the music is way too loud.

When you clean up a little bit, so you don’t have to do it the next day with a horrible hangover, you see that Victoria really brought a leash. It surprises you but out of fun you ask Thomas to give it back to her. He swallows, hard. But he’s still doing what you asked of him.

“Oh,” you can hear Vic laugh, “You want me to leash you?”

“Or I can spank you with it,” you see Thomas squirm on the spot when Ethan speaks, “Your choice.”

“No-none,” he almost chokes on his words, “None, please. Please. Red.”

And then you’re all three all over him, you’re kissing his face, Ethan and Vic hugging him.

“I’m proud of you, Maso.” He looks at you confused, he’s sniffing. “For knowing it’s enough and using your safeword.”

.#####.

After the party at home, you should have known how serious Ethan can take some things when he’s allowed to do so. It turns out that he can still surprise you when he gets the token Have a tasting party with a box of chocolates.

The box of chocolate is some quality chocolate but you all thought you would eat it, joke around a bit and otherwise enjoy the evening. Somehow Ethan has other plans. Every chocolate is on a tiny plate, with some tiny plagues on which he wrote what it is, some tasting notes on the side and he serves wine with it. He’s in a waistcoat, when he starts a speech which he’s reading from a handkerchief, Thomas sitting next to you loses it and snorts the wine almost through his nose. Vic is biting her lip so hard it almost starts bleeding.

“Silence,” Ethan claps into his hands, “Your undivided attention on chocolate number one, please.”

.#####.

There’s some confusion the next time around. Thomas tells you that Vic took a token but when you ask her she denies it. Problem is, you know Thomas is right, as there’s a token missing out of the box. After closer inspection you know why, someone doesn’t want to go stargazing - it’s the token missing out of the box.

Spend an evening stargazing.

“Would it help if we take a bottle of wine?” You ask her when you’re all on the couch, Thomas caressing your feet in his lap.

“We could use mine,” Ethan shrugs when you look at him, “I took someone earlier, it says Champagne and strawberries on it. I don’t know if that would help.”

“Does that somehow make stargazing more appealing to you, Vic?”

“Only if I can watch Thomas lick that champagne from your nipples.”

You sigh but Thomas all of a sudden is way more interested in the conversation than before, even stargazing didn’t have him pique up like this.

“As long as we can do that after and not in the park.”

.#####.

Thomas is next up for a token and he already blushes when he reads it, and even more when he shows it to the three of you.

You get a compliment every day for a week.

“Oh, you will blush a lot the next seven days,” Vic laughs.

There’s a range of compliments from, you’re the loveliest clown - Vic, you have the prettiest eyes - Ethan to you’re the best person to wake up in the middle of the night to go on a walk with me - you. But there’s also the compliments that make him blush like Vic predicted. All the pretty noises you make - you, the way your blush starts on your chest - Vic, the way you look when you come - Ethan.

You can see how he gets more and more flattered day by day but there’s something else. And he breaks one night when you cuddle up to him and whisper against his lips: “You’re the best and loveliest chaotic idiot to me. God, I love you.”

He squirms, he’s getting uncomfortable, he looks like he isn’t believing you.

“It’s true, I -”

You kiss him instead.

.#####.

As soon as Ethan is smirking at Vic, you’re sure that she isn’t going to like whatever he has planned.

“You choose who is boss for the day.”

“Oh, you’re choosing me, right?”

“No, I’m choosing Thomas.” He’s still smirking at her.

“What?” She looks at him. “Are you serious?”

“I thought you’re into Thomas being more bossy?” You have to laugh as well.

“In bed,” she looks at you, furious, while Thomas laughs, “With you.”

“We can arrange that,” Thomas says, “I can boss you around both.”

To no one's surprise Vic has to suffer the most under Thomas’ regime and you have to try not to giggle when she groans at him for the billionth time.

“He deserves that,” Ethan whispers to you.

.#####.

“Recreate your first date. Does that mean ours?” Thomas gestures between you and him, “Or does that mean ours?”

“What was your first date?” Ethan asks.

“We went to a museum, Thom took me to a wine bar,” you smile at the memory, “And then I fell asleep on him drunk a few hours later.”

“Yes, and we had pasta,” he smiles at you.

“What was our date again?” Ethan asks.

“We fucked,” Vic laughs, “First Thomas confessed a lot of kinky shit to us and then we fucked for like two days.”

“Oh,” Ethan grins, “How could I forget that?”

“How about both?”

.#####.

“I’m gonna already start arguing that I think this should translate to sex,” Vic says before reading the token to you, “Dessert only dinner.”

“You have a problem,” Thomas comments, “I am not getting reduced to dessert.”

In the end, Vic is outvoted and Thomas isn’t getting reduced to anything but he’s patting his stomach by the end of the evening. You all had too much food and somehow Vic managed to eat the most. You had cheese and grapes, cake, tiramisu, dessert wine, cannoli and florentines.

You pass out in Thomas’ lap while he smokes. Overindulgence.

.#####.

Ethan takes one of the last tokens, it’s a blank one once again.

“How is that possible?” Vic looks at Ethan, then at you. “Why am I not getting one of them?”

“Maybe they don’t like you,” Thomas winks at you, “They don’t like me either.”

“Back to my token, I want a night in a honeymoon suite.”

“Okay?” Thomas looks interested.

“I want room service, a pool or a whirlpool,” he looks directly at Thomas, “a bed big enough for us and where I can tie up Tho.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think they have beds where you can tie him up,” Vic says - her phone is already out, “And can you compromise on having a butler but no hot tub?”

“Can you look for a room with a terrace then? I can tie him to the railings as well.”

“Would that be okay, kitten?”

Thomas only shamelessly moans and then hides his face on your shoulder.

The suite Vic chooses in the end, does have room service for food that’s too fancy for your liking (who pays 12€ for blueberry juice you ask but Ethan just looks at you and deadpans me) and a terrace, just as he requested.

Thomas adam’s apple bobs, he already whimpers.

.#####.

There’s only two tokens left and one you kept hidden for last.

“Last one,” Vic says before opening the envelope, “before I can forget about this box of horrors.”

She squeals - it’s a blank one.

“Oh no.” As if Thomas already knows what’s coming his way.

“I could do with some new lingerie,” she muses, “A lot of new lingerie actually and Thom is going to pay for it.”

“Anything else?” he groans.

“Hmmm, I could do with a new strap,” she sticks her tongue out at him, “You know … to fuck your girlfriend.”

.#####.

“The last one is yours,” Thomas says and gives the envelope to you.

Swing on the swings at a nearby playground.

“I want to give that one to you.”

“No,” he protests, “you barely took any. It’s yours.”

“You should have it. I know it’s cheating, but …,” you smile at him, “I want you to have it and you can use it with me whenever you feel like it.”

“That means I can take you tonight?” He looks at you as if he doesn’t trust what he just heard. “We can take a bottle of wine and when I feel like it next week or next month we can repeat it?”

“As often as you want,” you assure him.

That night you end up drunk on a swing set with Thomas for the first time.

.#####.

“I have one last one, just for fun.” You feel like making an announcement. Vic is blinking at you confused but Ethan takes the envelope from you.

“Gift hunt. At the shopping centre everyone is getting 15€ for each partner and an hour to buy something for the other.”

“That sounds like fun.” You’re surprised to hear that from Vic but you’re happy about it, she seems excited.

The array of gifts and your reactions is cute to look at. Vic gives her presents to you first. There’s a pair of nicely padded handcuffs for Thomas, he blushes and you suspect that she used more than her 15€ she had to spend. There’s a beautiful strappy bra with embroidered flowers she gives to you, and then you’re sure she used more than she should have. Ethan grins when she gives him a leather paddle and your head spins. There’s something else everyone gets: It’s a little V on a keychain.

“Are you trying to mark me?” Ethan asks amused and gives her smack on the thigh.

“Yeah, I sure feel pissed on,” Thomas says and she wiggles her eyebrows at him suggestively, “No, no, no, no. We talked about this, Victoria!”

She shrugs and you laugh but Thomas looks at you terrified: “If you ever change your mind …”

The next round of gifts comes from Ethan. It’s little portraits, a bit bigger than a business card. After closer inspection you can see that they differ slightly. Ethan has the “original” of the four of you for himself, he is carrying it in his wallet. On Vic’s version she makes bunny ears behind Thomas’ head. On Thomas’ version you’re kissing his cheek, there is a headband with kitten ears on his head. On your version Thomas is kissing your cheek.

There’s no theme to the gifts you got for everyone. You have a poetry collection of Rainer Maria Rilke for Ethan. There’s lipstick in a deep burgundy red for Vic. A coffee table book of sunsets for Thomas and a little box - it has love tokens written on it.

“You gotta be joking?” Vic looks at you in disbelief.

“It’s not for you,” Thomas says and kisses you on the cheek like he does so often, “That’s for me only.”

And lastly there’s Thomas, you hope that you didn’t stress him too much, you know he takes his buying presents for people business really seriously. You can imagine how he was biting his nails because of the time restraint. He gives his present to Ethan first. It’s a notebook with a matching pen and a small puzzle that shows a Roman alley. For Vic he got something that looks a lot like lube and a book titled “Getting Off: One Woman's Journey Through Sex and Porn Addiction” - Vic only rolls her eyes at him. And then there’s the one for you, it’s a little flower press.

“You know that the place will be plastered in flowers?”

“Good,” he smiles at you.

.#####.

A few evenings later Vic and you find Thomas sitting on the floor, hunched over. He happily hums to the vinyl that plays in the background. When he hears you, he tries to hide what he’s doing but Victoria steps behind him.

“That’s why all the tokens were puzzle pieces?” she laughs, “And why you pocketed them all? Are you going to betray me and enjoy puzzling now?”

“I’m missing one,” he tells her.

“I think, I can help with that,” you give him the chore token you took off him.

And he puts the last piece in place.

.#####.

END.

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