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[koppeine-writings]

a trivial conversation

the air around him has gone thin; breathing in shards of glass, breathing out crystals that float and paint abstract art in the windows around him.

it wasnt the first of the frost, but he had never felt so cold before. the last of the flora remained deceased, replaced by what wasnt meant to be. the sky wore gray and white hues, cloaking the city in bright devoid colors.

he begged the man at the door to leave him alone, that his life was far too trivial, like the flowers he bought for his own demise.

for every word he said, every whisper, every time he crossed the line, every vow, and every smile; everything he released and spilled, to his reflection with a mask of white— accompanied by snowflakes, he said even his love was all a lie.

[pjisskullourful]

𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

☕ Ethan × Victoria × reader

NSFW🔥 kinky action to the power of 3!

° Ethan Torchio/Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° Ethan has been your favourite café customer for ages, you’re secretly interested in him. one day he brings bestie Victoria in with him & her forwardness brings out more from your friendship

wordcount:::    9,117

° anon request:  i love the way you write smut 😩 and to be honest, it always turns me on. can i ask something, would you write victoria x reader x ethan? 🙃 ° HAPPY PRIDE🏳️‍🌈noone in this fic is heterosexual ° thankyou to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault 💋

° [ITA]:  molto bene: very good

“...and some caramel sauce, but can you make sure that gets drizzled on the inside of the cup please?”

You paused from hitting the button on the touchscreen to add this ingredient to the order and you looked up at the blonde woman standing on the other side of the counter. She visibly cringed, her pretty face twisting into a grimace and it looked like she wanted to walk away. “I know, it’s so extra. But it’s not for me, it’s for my friend and he is-...”

“Wait, is it Ethan?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, but how did you know that? I swear I hadn’t said his name yet…”

You laughed, shrugging this off. “He lives next door, we see him literally every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He’s so nice and you always remember the nice ones and their orders.” 

You were grinning as you checked over the requested drink, it looked exactly as it should - a white mocha with a triple shot of espresso (there wasn’t any button on the computer to indicate his preference for two shots to go on the top with the last one separated to the bottom of the cup, but you had made the specific drink so many times that it would be impossible to forget), made with almond milk, served extra hot and with the caramel drizzle on the inside of the cup, not just added to the top of the drink. You didn’t divulge to his friend that you had this order memorised because, ever since the first second you had seen him walking into the café, you had felt a deep need to impress him. She didn’t need to know that you always remembered serving him because he was the highlight of each day.

“And what can I get for you, hun?”

“Just a caffe latte.”

You had this added to the order with one tap of your finger. “What name can I put that under?”

“Victoria.”

You grabbed a second coffee cup sleeve, scribbling her name down as you wondered why you hadn’t seen her in here before. In the six months that Ethan had been living in the apartment building directly next to the coffee shop, he had never been accompanied by anyone during his extremely regular visits. You were certain that you would have remembered Victoria, she was effortlessly stylish in her red flannel shirt, smokey black and grey pigments applied around her eyes to bring out their natural blue all the more.

“I’ll get started on those for you right now.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were dotting the I’s in her name with two love hearts - a completely unnecessary flair that you didn’t typically add to a customer's cup. 

Some of the other baristas had to apply extra focus when they were making Ethan’s drink, the method not coming as naturally to them as other standard orders. But it had become automatic to you, just like fixing the locks into place on the back door when you were the last to leave at night.

And so your mind wandered, not too far - over to where Victoria was standing, looking at the display shelves of prepackaged gift boxes. You instantly wanted to know more about her, your eyes darting up whenever possible, greedily drinking in the details of her outfit and all of the antique-style jewellery she wore. Who was she thinking of as she considered the different selections of boxes? Surely, a partner, there was no chance of someone as attractive as her being single. She would be sharing those chocolates with a boyfriend, or burning the artisan scented candles in anticipation of a visit from her girlfriend.

“Victoria?” You called out and she looked up, instantly showing you a wide smile.

She reached out for the two drinks. “Thanks. I was gonna ask if you wanted me to say hi or anything to Ethan, but I feel like this lovely drawing says it all…” She said of the quick cartoon cock you had drawn.

You felt your cheeks heating. “Yeah, don’t worry- he’ll know what it means.”

“Awesome. See ya later.”

You spent too long watching her leave, your eyes taking in the sight of her tight black jeans, going down to the rainbow shoelaces that decorated her Doc Martens. By the time you came back to Earth, the next customer at the front of the line was looking at you impatiently, arms folded over their chest.

“Hi, what can I get ya?”

--- --- ---

Your response from Ethan came in the form of a direct message via Instagram (you didn’t have his phone number, you hadn’t had the courage to ask for it and he hadn’t offered it). It wasn’t the first message you had received from him - the two of you shared memes back-and-forth or he would tell you he was reminded of you when out at a bar and a Backstreet Boys song came on (your ultimate guilty pleasure, he had learnt that when you were in charge, you would play the boy band over the café speakers all day long). There were times when you thought he was flirting with you, never certain if you were reading between the lines to find what you wanted.

This message could not be slipped into that classification, his intentions of having a purely platonic joke with you were clear.

There’s a dick drawn on my cup.

You were standing by yourself, enjoying your lunch-break cigarette in the shady area beside the coffee shop. You were laughing as you started to type your response.

New phone. Who dis?

I'm going to go FULL Karen next time I'm in there. He threatened. Tell your manager to start preparing now.

Karen Torchio, I am so terrified.

--- --- ---

"M'lady…"

You looked up from wiping a table clean, finding Ethan approaching you. "M'Ethan." You responded in your typical fashion, even crossing one ankle over the other to bob down into a curtsey. 

It wasn’t unusual for him to pop into the coffee shop later in the day - looking for a five pm caffeine fix because he kept hours that would only seem regular to a vampire. He would need a kick to get him ready for a gig or rehearsal with the band.

More than once, one afternoon coffee had stretched out with the two of you chatting, him keeping you company through the mundane tasks of closing the café. Before you knew it, the floors would be mopped and all of the machines were cleaned without you having a chance to become bored by the tedious activity. He would always help you carry the trash out, never complaining about the stench. He would walk you to the bus stop, waiting with you under the dim street light and waving you off into the night. 

“Oh, hi again.” You said to Victoria. “Same as before?”

“Actually, can I get tea this time- peppermint?” She asked.

He made a face. “Ugh, you and your hot toothpaste water.”

“While you keep making fun of me over this, we’ll see who gets to make-out with more girls- coffee-and-ashtray-mouth Torchio, or fresh-and-minty De Angelis.”

“I’ve never had any complaints.” He said, pulling up a chair to one of the available tables.

You returned back to behind the counter, typing the order of one peppermint tea and one very specific mocha into the till. The peak hours of the coffee shop were well and truly over for the day - there were only two other tables occupied. It was time to let some of the tension roll off of your shoulders, time to start thinking about what you would make yourself for dinner. There would be no more noisy and crowded moments, the most you expected were some school kids ordering their favourite sugar-filled drinks on their way home.

You could quickly prepare the order of the two friends, carefully carrying the full mugs over to their table. You set the tea down first, then the coffee in front of Ethan. “No dicks this time, Karen- does that make ya happy?”

He took an exaggerated pause, playing at needing time to think this over. “It’s an improvement, but I’m not gonna delete my negative Facebook review, not yet.”

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Victoria asked, blinking up at you curiously and you saw him raise a hand, half-covering his face. “It’s kind of personal.”

“Vic…” He sighed heavily. “You can’t just ask her about this- she’s at work and you literally met her five seconds ago.”

“What?” She asked defensively and you looked between the two of them, your mind racing as you saw him squirm in a way you weren’t used to. “I said: can I ask, do you see that distinction? It’s not like I just came right out and said it, she doesn’t have to answer, that’s why I phrased it as a request, not a demand.” She held a finger up, tapping it in midair to emphasise each syllable of the next word. “Dis-tinc-tion.”

You tucked your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, feeling uncertain of what you were about to walk into. “Right, do you wanna just ask it?”

She gave him one last smug look before looking up at you, batting her eyelashes a little. “Are you gay?” Now the rest of his face disappeared behind his other hand. 

You nodded, even as your cheeks filled with a natural and bright blush. This wasn’t the kind of conversation you usually had with a customer and you certainly hadn’t shared this revelation with Ethan before. It was clear this was something the two of them had discussed, but you could only wonder for how long or why it would appeal to them as anything of interest.

“Yeah, well, if you wanna get specific or whatever- bisexual.”

She grinned, raising her eyebrows as she looked back at him. “I told you. You need to stop questioning my gaydar.”

“How did you know, am I flaming back there without even realising?” You asked.

She giggled, the way that she was so pleased with herself was infectious. “No, no, nothing like that. But when I was in here before, there was a Tegan and Sara song playing and, whether on purpose or not, you were singing along, every single word.”

“Is that the same as gaydar?” He asked.

She dismissed this with a quick flick of her hand. “Irregardless, I was correct.” She gave you a subtle wink. “Thanks babe.”

You stepped back, prepared to walk away and at least pretend to be a productive employee. But you paused. “You are too, right? I mean, you’ve got the rainbow laces and the flannel, and you knew the song well enough to know it was Tegan and Sara…”

“Okay, well now I really have to get your phone number. Finally, someone who can match my gaydar.” She said, a look of awe on her face.    

You hesitated, for some reason, your eyes going to Ethan. You were used to women being far more upfront and bold with their advances, but this was by far the most confidently anyone had ever asked for your number. It was so cocky that you assumed this must be a joke - no one was this level of self-assured.

But she had grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser and was very purposefully pushing it across the table, to where you were standing. 

“Sheesh, don’t let Karen over here see me handing my phone number out to customers.” You said, attempting a joke to remove the awkward feeling that was currently stuck in the back of your throat. “He might update his review to include a bit about how this is a family café, not some sort of lesbian hook-up zone.”

“Anywhere can be a lesbian hook-up zone so long as you’ve got courage.” She said.

“Oh molto bene.” He said, the sarcasm thick. “Tell me, are there still tickets available for your TED Talk?”

She poked her tongue out at him. She picked up the napkin as soon as you were finished writing, folding it and tucking it into her pocket immediately. “Maybe if you lost the attitude, I would put you on my guest list.”

"Okay, holler if you need anything else."

Neither of them opposed you leaving and you got back to work - close to entirely distracted at this point. You couldn't keep yourself from glancing in their direction, especially when you heard Victoria's loud laugh.

More than once, you looked across in time to find Ethan staring at you while she was talking. Was it too presumptuous, too narcissistic to think they were talking about you?

You felt shy under his gaze and you couldn't properly recognise him in this moment. You weren't sure how to act while there was so much hanging in the space between the two of you.

You endeavoured to keep your distance (this seemed like the best option until you could remember how to treat him as your friend again). 

After about an hour, your last remaining co-worker was leaving and all of the other customers had left. You were completely alone with Victoria and Ethan.

“More toothpaste water?” You asked, approaching the table where they showed no signs of readying themselves for an exit.

“No, thanks.”

“Do you want us to clear out so you can clean in peace?” He asked.

“No, it’s fine, you can stay.” You said, collecting their empty cups. “So, what are you two up to tonight- some combination of raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer your guts out?”

“No, but that’s what we should do.” She answered excitedly.

“There’s a bar down the road that allegedly makes the best lychee cocktails in the whole world and our friend just won’t shut up about it and how much we need to try it- so, that was what we were planning to do, for a start, at least.”

You forgot about needing to wash the mugs, instead energetically jumping on to his train of thought. “No, they really are the best, though. It’s this new bartender they’ve hired. And on Fridays they do this deal where you can get a whole pitcher so fuckin’ cheap.”

“It’s Friday today…” He said.

“You should come with us.” She said, smiling up at you. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh, but I do.” You said. “I’ve got some leftover soup waiting for me in the refrigerator and then I get to do about a million loads of laundry.”

“Uh-huh, but after that?” He asked.

“I’d love to.”

— — —

“Would you stop fuckin’ looking at me like that?” You burst out.

Ethan finished lighting the cigarette that was already between your lips, the expression on his face reminding you of a puppy. You knew you should have felt bad for this, but the three cocktails you had consumed were making you feel bolder than usual.

Spirits had been high since the three of you had met up again at the familiar bar. You felt good in the outfit you had selected and he was being very generous in how many cigarettes from his pack he was sharing with you. Victoria was so easy to talk and joke with - it was as if you had already known her for ages, with the conversation getting louder as more of the second pitcher of the fruity cocktail was consumed.

But there was clearly something on his mind - regularly, he was the first person to stop laughing at any jokes and when you looked in his direction, more than once, you had been struck by how serious his expression was. He always looked serious, his default expression was that of someone on the verge of making a sombre life decision.

It was more than that tonight and you could feel that it had the potential to kill your mood. Something was keeping him preoccupied and it worried you.

“Like what?”

Victoria had disappeared in search of the ladies room, so it was just you and he tucked away in the corner of the smokers area. This seemed like the best time to confront him and give him a chance to get whatever was bothering him off of his chest.

“Like you’re over there trying to divide two-hundred and thirty-two by thirteen and you wanna ask me for help, but you don’t know if you should, or something.”

He laughed at that, the creases of concern leaving his forehead. “That is very specific.” He lit a cigarette for himself. “What makes you think that I don’t know how to solve that equation? Do you think that just because this is such a pretty face that I’ve got nothin’ going on in here?” He tapped his right temple.

“You’re dodging my question.” You said humorlessly.

He smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette. "I know and I'm doing a great job of it."

You scowled and got up from your stool, taking the step over to where he was sitting. You swatted at his shoulder a few times. "Stop it. I want you to talk to me." You continued to play-slap him, your wrists limp and flailing. "And if you don't, I'll be forced to give you the thrashing of a lifetime."

He furrowed his brow at you. "What? Hey, cut that out."

"Resistance is futile."

He gestured to the space behind you. "Your chair has just walked off."

"Huh?" You whipped around, finding that your barstool had been taken and relocated by another smoker. "Oh, sonofa…"

"Here, have mine. I'm not gonna make you stand in those heels, especially not after you were at work all day."

You put a determined hand to his chest, managing to stop him as he made as if to get up. "Actually, I have a better idea." Before he could question you any further, you placed yourself in his lap, crossing your legs and coming incredibly close to his face. "Okay, now resistance is futile. Talk."

He didn't start speaking immediately, instead he just looked at you, his surprise evident. You took a drag from your cigarette, wondering what it would take to get him to start talking.

You were aware that this level of closeness was beyond the familiarity the two of you had established. He didn't have anywhere to hide and neither did you, now you had to confront what was lying under the surface. You did your best to get comfortable, draping an arm over his shoulder, but there was a sense of restraint, caused by your uncertainty over how pleased he was with this.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing." He said, his brow furrowed once more as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Well, it's kinda awkward." He rested his hand at the small of your back.

"I- well, it's- you and I have- and I…" He sighed, scratching at his head. "I didn't expect that Victoria would ask for your number so quickly." He shook his head to himself. "I shouldn't be surprised, she's always been quick on the draw, especially when it comes to picking up gorgeous women. But this- this might just be a…"

"Hang on, hang on for a second- you just called me gorgeous."

"I've told you that you're gorgeous before."

"Nope. I mean, you've complimented me before, sure and you always tell me that you like my hair when it's freshly coloured. But…" You smiled, taking a drag of your cigarette, watching him. "...you think I'm gorgeous?"

"Of course I do. Are you kidding?" He said. "I'm sorry that I hadn't told you- you're the kind of woman who deserves compliments all the time. But then, I worry about being creepy and putting you in an uncomfortable spot 'cause I'm a customer, so you have to be nice to me and-"

Sitting in this semi-private corner, your body close to his, a nice buzz from the alcohol - you felt bold enough to act, to step over the old boundary line. You put your hand to his cheek, getting his attention as he breathed out another cloud of smoke. As you leaned in closer, he watched, his brow furrowed.

You kissed him, finding no resistance. Instead he sought to deepen the kiss, lips parting until you were fully indulging in his taste. It was warm and wonderful, making your heart soar, reminding you of how a compliment from him could change your day, could make you forget about any annoying customers. Reminding you of how a smile from him made it worth getting out of bed and going to work.

You were smiling, holding your eyes shut even as the two of you parted. It didn't matter how loud the music was, you were close enough to hear the heavy, trembling exhale as it fell from his lips.

"I think you're gorgeous too." You bumped your nose against his, very tempted by the idea of kissing him again. "You and your ridiculous coffee order. You and your shy smile whenever you catch my eye over the room. You and your concerned little frown lines when I tell you that I've been having a bad day. You and your absolutely bizarre sense of humour, sending me the most niché memes known to man. I think it's all so gorgeous."

When you opened your eyes, you found your new favourite of his smiles on his face. It was small, but so honest, reaching his eyes without showing any teeth. It was the calm look of a man comfortable with the decision your lips had just made. It made you want to kiss him again, because you had the feeling that he would kiss you back.

"So, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked.

You giggled, a crinkle forming on the bridge of your nose as you took a drag from your cigarette. "I was trying to play it cool. How was I supposed to know you felt the same? Imagine how awkward it would be if I had tried to hit on you, and you could only say something like, you're a great girl. And then we would have to keep seeing one another, everytime you wanted a coffee, this awkward dark cloud over us. That's nightmare material."

His hand had started to caress your thigh. "Well I wouldn't want to be the fuel of anything but pleasant dreams for you. But it is still kinda awkward, 'cause I think Victoria likes you and…"

"I think I like her too." You said, eyes still lingering back down to his lips. "You don't think that you can be attracted to two people at once?"

"I can't say that it's ever happened to me. But that doesn't mean it's not possible." He was still rubbing your leg.

"You've never experimented with two people at the same time?"

"That's not what I said."

You were smirking to yourself, watching him and the way he worried over his bottom lip. "So, what are you saying?"

He was shaking his head a little as he took another drag from his cigarette, another thoughtful look on his face. "I don't- what do you think I'm saying?"

You laughed, his deflecting was cute, but you were keen to get to the point. The two of you had been dancing around this for far too long and you were in a different setting, now you could be different versions of the people who saw each other almost daily. "Well, I- uh…" You cleared your throat, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "I'm not sure how you pronounce it, or anything. But…" His hand was so warm and firm on your leg, taking full advantage of the short dress you were wearing. "I believe it’s ménage à trois, right?"

"Right." He said, before laughing again and you joined him, marveling at how far you had progressed from what was typical. This conversation would have seemed ridiculous, out of place, only hours before. But somehow the two of you were navigating into this new territory together.

"What's so funny?" Victoria was sidling up to where you were sitting and you felt your cheeks get even hotter.

"She's teaching me some French." He said, suddenly not lost for words.

You shoved his shoulder as he laughed. You rolled your eyes before looking over to her. "It's not-"

"French kissing?" She asked. "'Cause it looks like you two are wearing the same shade of lipstick all of a sudden." She rested an arm at his shoulder. "Or is that just the lighting?"

He didn't rush to wipe his lips free of the dark shade, he didn't even try to hide his mouth behind his hand. "It wasn't especially French. But I mean, what's the classification for all of that?"

"French words." You clarified for her. "Ménage à trois…"

She smiled, giving a knowing nod. "Well, he already knows that phrase pretty well…" Her smile turned smug as she poked his cheek. "Don't you, honey?"

"Vic…" 

She stood up a little straighter. "Had you not gotten-"

"No, I had not quite gotten to that part yet." He said, almost scowling at her. "I was working my way up to that."

She rolled her eyes. "Always working your way up to somethin'..."

You put your hand to his wrist and pushed his hand down somewhat. "Hang on, I feel like I'm picking up on something and I could be way off here, so please correct me if I'm wrong. But have you two done this before?"

"Yeah."

He half-covered his face. "Subtlety Vic, can you please Google it?"

"What? She asked, so I answered." She said. "There's nothing wrong with being forward."

"She's right." You said, wrapping your fingers around his.

"Maybe if you were more forward and ditched the whole shy guy routine, you wouldn't need a wing-woman."

"No, I like the shy guy stuff." You said before meeting her gaze. "And I also like the wing-woman."

She smiled and moved in a bit closer. You couldn't help but follow the motion of her tongue sliding across and wetting her lips. She put her hand over your bare knee and you leaned forward.

Her hand went to the side of your face to draw you in those last few inches until you were close enough to kiss. You pressed your lips to hers, your heart racing as the aroma of her perfume filled your nostrils. Her soft fingers caressed your skin as the rest of the bar seemed to fade away for the moment. You leaned into her as she gently sucked on your lower lip.

Before you could open your mouth and invite her in deeper, she was gently pulling back. At once you were swarmed with a yearning for more, slowly opening your eyes to see her grinning at you.

“The wing-woman likes you too, babe.” She said.

You glanced at Ethan and saw that he was smiling as well - but not in a shy way that you were accustomed to seeing. Nor did it appear to be forced for your benefit. You were convinced that he was just as comfortable as you, invested in this increasingly-exciting encounter.

You readjusted how you were sitting in his lap, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body. You had mostly forgotten about the cigarette between your fingers, not rushing to return it to your mouth.

“But you two aren’t…?” You trailed off, gesturing between the two friends as a means to complete this question.

She gave her head a little shake. “No, it’s not even a friends with benefits situation. More like partners in crime…”

“Yeah, ‘cause conveniently we have the exact same taste in women.” He said.

“Sometimes guys.” She added.

“That sounds like a pretty great set-up.” You said.

Her smile had a mischievous quality to it. “We know how to have fun.”

“So, is there some sort of routine that you stick with, like do you always take people back to your place, or is it your place?” You asked.

“No, it’s not this choreographed thing.” He said, ready to give you a full explanation. “It’s more in the moment. We go to whoever’s house is closest, and what the third is most comfortable with, you know.”

She cleared her throat loudly. “Honey, this is when that subtlety thing you love so much doesn’t really work out.”

“Huh?”

She showed you a knowing smile as you took a drag from your cigarette. “She’s asking us to take her home.”

He looked at you, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. “You are?”

“I am.” You said with a confident nod.

“Well- I think, um… If that’s what you wanna do… ‘cause I would really-...” He trailed off, clearing his throat before trying a different approach. “My house is literally down the road.”

You licked your lips and grinned. “I know.”

“Thank God you like the shy guy stuff.” She said. “But this is shyer than usual, you’re having an extra affect on him, like-...”

“Two choices here, Vic- you shut up or I make you pay for it later.” He cut in.

— — — 

Ethan’s apartment was just as neat and well-organised as you had always imagined it would be (and you had imagined it. Sometimes you tried to picture him in his ‘natural habitat’, other times you wondered what it would be like to go home with him.)

But you didn’t get to see much of it - there was no time for a tour of the space when you had both he and Victoria whisking you away to the master bedroom. Their intentions were clear and even though you had never done anything like this before, it was easy to follow their lead.

Once in the bedroom, Ethan let his hand drop from yours so that he could pay her some more attention. He joined her at the foot of the large bed and you saw the two friends share a smile. She initiated the kiss as he pulled her to him.

He wrapped his arms around her petite body and lifted, getting her off of the floor. Then he tossed her backwards, with as little effort as if she were a ragdoll. She landed on the bed with a grin on her face and instantly set about getting comfortable.

You put a hand on his shoulder as you stepped closer to where he stood. “My turn?”

He bent down, placing his arm behind your knees so that he could scoop you off the floor. You felt entirely steady as he straightened up, carrying you into the air.

For an exhilarating moment, you weightlessly flew, expertly thrown away from his body. It happened so quickly that you didn’t have any time to register fear. Instead, your trust remained intact and you just had fun. You were also smiling when your back hit the mattress. Victoria moved in closer to you and slid her hand across your middle.

“Two gorgeous women in my bed…” He said, his tone full of awe.

She looked over her shoulder to where he stood. “What are you gonna do about it, honey?”

"Whatever our guest is comfortable with." He said, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Oh don't worry about me. Currently I am very comfortable." You said, taking in the sight of his bare torso and feeling your heart beat harder. "Very, very comfortable." 

She sat up and leaned forward, slowly crawling across the mattress to him. "What does my nasty boy wanna do, hm? Should I get the box from under the bed, is that what kind of mood you're in?"

"Maybe." He said, his eyes appearing darker in this moment as he looked at her. "Maybe I'm in the mood for some pegging."

"Really? God, you know how much I love pegging you…"

"Yes, I do know." He said, bending down until he could capture her lips in a kiss.

As he kissed her, she put her hands to the buckle of his belt. She took this off of him as they separated from the kiss, she tossed the accessory away. Then she was moving, climbing off the mattress in pursuit of this box.

This left Ethan to place all of his attention on you. He brought his knees down to the mattress, starting to move toward you, his eyes fixed on you as the target. You licked your lips, staring back just as intently. His hand began on your ankle, travelling upwards as he came in closer.

"Let's get you out of this dress, yeah?"

"Yeah." You eagerly responded.

You moved your hands up to his face, your fingers caressing his skin and you licked your lips. Tilting your head to the side, you initiated the kiss. His warmth engulfed you as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands moving to your back. He found the zipper of your tartan dress, pulling this down. He eased the fabric away from your skin, letting it pool around your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to tease your tongue at his lips. He was busy unclasping your bra, moving the lingerie aside. Then he wrapped his arms around you and relaxed his jaw, sinking into this deeper embrace with you. You pushed your bare chest flush to his, enjoying the feel of his firm hands grasping your back.

Victoria's hand collided with his butt with a loud smack, interrupting your flow. He pulled back, glancing over his shoulder. She had removed all of her clothing, revealing a pierced nipple. 

Aside from a smirk, the only thing that she wore was a harness-style belt, with straps that wrapped securely around her upper-thighs. Her hands were full - a black dildo in one and a bottle of lubricant in the other.

"Pants off, honey."

She rejoined you on the bed as he moved away. She placed the objects down, emptying her hands before starting to kiss you. Both of you let your hands explore, with you caressing her neck and shoulders. Her hands travelled up your sides, squeezing as you arched your back into her.

You were breathless, keeping your eyes shut as her kisses started to move down your neck. You let your fingers play through her silky hair as she kissed across your collarbone. Your nipples were hard before her mouth reached this area, her lips wrapping around one of the stiff peaks. You moaned when she started to suck, you were too turned on to contain yourself or feel inhibited.

Your eyes fluttered open, finding where Ethan was standing. Your eyes bulged as you looked at him now that he was naked. Your throat clenched and you found yourself looking at the largest dick you had ever seen.

"Oh my God." You could hardly get the words out.

This got Victoria's attention. She sat up, following your line of sight. "You've never seen one that big before, eh?"

You shook your head, your mouth feeling dry. "Um, only in porn."

"Yeah, I was the same the first time we fucked." She said while he patiently waited at the end of the bed. "But it's okay, he's really gentle when he needs to be and he makes it feel so good."

"I've just never had one that big before…" You said.

"I'm sorry, does it freak you out?" He asked, one hand bashfully moving down.

You instantly shook your head. "No, no, it's not that, it's just…"

"It'll fit." She said, close to your ear. "Don't worry, he knows how to make it fit and once you take it, you're gonna love it."

You finally broke eye-contact with his hardening dick, looking at her smiling face and nodding. "I believe you, I'm just surprised…"

She stroked your hair. "Just relax, babe. We're gonna take really good care of you and make you feel really amazing, okay?"

You drew in a deep breath. "Okay."

"Are you alright if I come over?" He asked.

You looked at him and smiled. "Yes, of course."

He crawled across the bed, his eyes studying your facial expression. "We can start off… let me warm you up a little bit."

Your smile widened and you felt yourself relax some. "Okay."

"I want you to get comfortable on those pillows." He said. "You can lay down, you can rearrange them, you can take your dress off if you like. However you're most comfortable, baby."

You grabbed the fabric around your waist and lifted the dress up, removing it. You parted your legs as you watched him coming closer.

She tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you on the cheek. "We're gonna make you feel amazing."

You leaned back against the pillows, taking another deep breath. He came in between your legs, leaning down. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him remove your underwear.

He started to lay kisses down upon your cunt, with your belly filling with butterflies in response. His lips moved slowly as he thoroughly discovered this area.

Victoria leaned in, placing her hand to the back of your head. She guided you in for more kisses. You let her tongue tease your lips apart as the two of you settled into a decadent rhythm. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her naked body to yours as her tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

He put both of his hands against the insides of your thighs, gently pushing so as to part your legs even further. Then he moved lower and the tip of his tongue found your slicked entrance. Your whimper was muffled by her lips and you put your hand to his head, a silent encouragement.

His tongue dipped inside of you and your body swarmed with a lovely warmth. She pulled away but you kept your eyes shut. You lazily twisted some of the strands of his hair around your fingers as his tongue worked between your inner-walls.

There was a smile on your face as your eyes fluttered open, curious of what the other woman was doing. Looking to your side, you found that she had attached the dildo to her belt, affixing it at her crotch. She moved away from you, her eyes travelling down his naked body.

She moved down the mattress, taking the bottle of lube with her. She held her index and middle fingers out, then squeezed some of the product onto the extended digits.

Ethan whined into your pussy as she began to play with his hole. He rubbed his tongue harder against the inside of your cunt. She worked at coating his hole in the lubricant, easing her fingertips inside.

She squirted more of the lube out, this time applying it to her temporary phallus. His tongue was moving faster inside of you as his anticipation grew, flicking up-and-down.

She smacked his butt again and he pulled back, moaning. "Are you ready for my cock, nasty boy?"

He nodded. "Mm-hmm, but I… it makes sense for- if we- if I'm inside of you first…" He gestured to you. "And then you can put it in me." He gestured to her. When he looked back at you, it was with wide eyes. "Do you think we can try? We don't have to if you don't feel…"

You leaned forward and took one of his hands in yours. "I want to."

"What a good girl." She practically purred.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I want you to fuck me, I'm sure."

"Just let me grab a condom." He said.

She came back over to sit next to you, rubbing your arm. You could feel the swarm of butterflies in your tummy, but you returned the smile that she showed you.

After applying the condom to his erection, he returned to place himself directly in front of you. You leaned in, kissing him and moving your hand up to his cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he filled the space in between your legs. He leaned his body weight into you, easing you against the headboard of his bed.

Your body pulsed with anticipation as he repositioned his legs, pressing his hips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him to you.

Your cunt was fluttering as the head of his dick began to stretch you open. He moved slowly, gradually filling more of you. Your arms tightened around him as you had a moment of reminding yourself that this was actually (and finally) happening. You broke the kiss, keeping your eyes shut to savour this closeness.

And he was still getting closer.

“Do you feel good, babe?” Victoria asked.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning to look at her.

She captured your lips in a kiss as he worked deeper inside of you.

He stopped with a heavy sigh, and you were full. Your body buzzed with all of the anticipation, thrilled to discover what would come next.

She parted from you, leaving you licking your lips. He was looking between the two of you, watching your intimate exchange with great interest.

She leaned over to him, closing the distance between them. They each began to smile when her nose bumped against his, and then they kissed.

“Are you ready, nasty boy?” She asked.

Words seemed to fail him in his excited state and he just nodded his head. She glanced in your direction (a lustful grin on her face) before moving away. The false phallus swung and bobbed in the air in front of her as she sought a new position. She placed herself behind him, her hands stroking across his bare skin. She sat behind him, her chest pressed to his back as her hands explored the sides of his torso.

She wrapped an arm around his middle while her other hand worked out of sight, directing the dildo to his awaiting hole. He let out a shaky exhale and his eyes became unfocused as the penetration started. You felt him twitching inside of you as she eased the dildo in deeper.

“You like that, honey?” She asked.

“God, yes.” He moaned.

His eyes shut as he tilted his head back, presenting his face to the ceiling. You watched as different muscles in his body tensed and quivered, the pleasure radiating out, poised to ruin him. His breathing deepened and she smiled as she checked his expression, delight sparkling in her eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, wiggling his hips a little.

Her arm around him started to relax. “Is that-?”

“It’s fuckin’ perfect.” He quickly affirmed.

“Good boy.” She said, loosely holding onto his hips. “Can I leave some marks on your shoulder here?”

“You’re so tacky.” He said.

“What, since when have hickeys been a crime?” She innocently asked.

“Yeah, I think they’re sexy.” You contributed.

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you really gonna say no to both of us?”

“Alright, go ahead.” He admitted defeat.

She maintained eye-contact with you, her light eyes glimmering as she began to place kisses on the skin of his shoulder. At the same time, she adjusted her hold on his hips to something more secure. She held him in place and thrusted forward.

One of his strong arms encircled your waist and he braced himself with a hand on the headboard behind you before he began to move as well. He stroked himself deeper into you and you felt excitement blooming in your chest.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss as another buck came from his hips. You kissed him deeply as he began to find a tempo, your pussy stretching around him again-and-again.

His moans vibrated into your mouth and it wasn’t long before his speed increased, becoming confident in his momentum. You arched your back, lengthening the collisions between your bodies as each pump from him awakened more sensitivities in you. Victoria’s huffs of effort accompanied the wet sounds of your mouths working together.

When you parted, he stared you down. He was looking at you differently to how he ever had before - seeing more, seeing deeper than all of those glances across a crowded room could allow. And, amongst all of your whimpers and whines, he didn’t see anything that turned him off, consistently taking you further with every masterful pump.

“You like that, do you feel good?” He asked.

You grinded your hips against his. “I fucking love it.”

Victoria nipped at his earlobe, her body still moving with his. “Now’s not the time to be shy, nasty boy. Tell her that you love it too. ‘Cause I know you do, you’re having the time of your life right now.” She grabbed at a section of his long hair, twisting some of it around her fist to give it a tug. “I bet you’re gonna come so hard for us, aren’t you?”

He turned to look at her. “Why don’t you find out, hm? Make me come.”

She licked her lips and snapped her hips into him faster, skin audibly slapping skin as she set into a more intense tempo. His lips parted, but he didn’t have anymore words to say, he just panted for air as he came into you quicker-and-quicker.

The pressure was building up inside of you, to a level that was almost too much to cope with. You put your mouth to his shoulder (the side untouched by Victoria) and began to kiss, leaving an invisible trail of your spit. Riding the incredible waves of pleasure, you started to suck on his skin. You moaned into his muscle as your body trembled.

With your walls spasming uncontrollably, you shattered at your peak. Your jaw dropped as your strength wholly fled you in one second.

“Yes, ah.” You whispered, starting to peel back from Ethan.

Before you could get too far, he was gripping your body to his, craving more friction between your bodies. He was greedily chasing his own release, unrelenting in his need. You felt like you could be split in half in the face of his impassioned jolting, and she kept surging him on.

“God…” He cried out as your swollen pussy clenched on him.

“C’mon honey.” She said over the sound of his laboured breathing.

His tempo began to suffer, desperately carrying on until he ultimately dissolved into the heights of pleasure.

She could read him, instantly quitting her effort. He leaned forward, resting his head against you, his arm loosening around you. As he shuddered slightly, she withdrew, resting back on her elbows and trying to regain her breath.

Gradually, he pulled away from you and you slumped against the headboard. His fingers caressing your cheek prompted you to open your eyes, finding him studying your expression.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Fucking fantastic, that’s how I’d word it.” You said, earning you a smile from him. “Is the wing-woman alright?”

“You two wore me out.” She said.

You leaned in closer to him, whispering into his ear. “You could use this moment to get revenge for those love bites…”

He nodded in understanding, while she remained oblivious. He crawled over to where she lay and began to remove the harness that held the dildo, which she didn’t resist.

He hovered over her, giving her a few kisses. “You can’t be too worn out yet, you haven’t even had your turn. I’m not gonna just leave you out, honey.”

“I’d be an idiot to turn down an offer like that.”

“You just lay there and relax and we’ll take care of you.” He said.

You edged forward, you didn’t know what he had planned - but you knew that you wanted in. “Yeah, we’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Her eyes darted between the two of you and a smile on her face gave away some of her excitement. He guided her legs apart, rubbing the inside of her thighs with his thumbs. You moved in closer and began to stroke the smooth skin of her leg.

He leaned down, taking his face up to her cunt. She shivered as he exhaled upon the sensitive area. “Hm. You’re looking quite wet, maybe you’ve been ready for your turn for a while.”

He dragged his tongue between her labia and her eyes fluttered shut, with her face taking on a dreamy kind of expression. He then worked his way off to the side, bringing his lips to her thigh. He applied lingering kisses to one, before returning to her crotch. He moved slowly over to the other thigh, then back to the centre, setting into a decadent routine. She lazily stroked her fingers through his hair as he treated her.

“You have a really gorgeous body.” You said, your eyes sweeping up-and-down as you couldn’t help but admire all of her. “And your legs, especially, are very sexy.”

“You think so?” She asked.

“Definitely.” You instantly replied. “It’s probably a testament to the amount of time I’ve spent grinding on thighs that legs can turn me on so much.”

He lifted his head to look at you, showing you the glisten on his lips. “She tastes as good as she looks. Try.”

She nodded and he moved out of the way, offering you the space between her legs. You were fast to reposition yourself, eager to experience this part of her. She watched you and raised one of her hands, stroking your face.

You got down to her cunt, taking in her primal, intimate scent. You placed a kiss to her clitoral hood, letting the little bulb rest against your lips. Then you gave it another kiss. You completed the third kiss by pushing your tongue forward, rubbing it against her, which prompted her to whisper your name.

Beside your head, he began rubbing her thigh. “I don’t think that I’ve ever properly appreciated your legs.”

“Yeah, you’re usually pretty improper.” She teased.

“Now that she’s pointed it out, I’m just noticing how very kissable they are.”

“All of her is very kissable.” You said, briefly breaking contact with her cunt.

He joined you in lying between her legs. She didn’t question his motives, lying relaxed as he began to kiss her bare thighs. You were running your tongue in circles around her clit.

“Can I just say that I love my turn?” She said.

“Enjoy all of the attention, honey.” He said.

As he laid more-and-more kisses on her skin, you opened your mouth and inched your face lower. You placed the tip of your tongue at her entrance, then dragged it up between her folds. As you repeated the motion you were tasting more of her.

You returned your tongue to her entrance, using it to work her open. She cursed under her breath and you felt her body stiffen as you moved your tongue deeper. Your lips were pressed flush to her skin as you used long and slow strokes on her inner-walls. She could hardly contain her whimpers, arching her back.

“Are you…?” She began, sounding as if she were struggling to maintain her focus. “You’re giving me fuckin’ hickeys, aren’t you?”

He released her skin from his mouth. “I thought you said it wasn’t a crime.”

“I should’a known you wouldn’t let… that… go.” Her speech became slower as you returned to playing with her clit. “You’re so damn pett- ah…” You made her whole body jolt as you stuffed two fingers into her cunt. She sputtered wordlessly as you worked both your tongue and fingers on her, feeling her walls start to spasm.

She gave up on her sentence with a huff. When she spoke next, her tone had changed. “Actually, I don’t care. While she’s doing that, you can do whatever you want.”

Along with her laboured breathing, you could hear the sounds of him sucking at her skin as he worked to leave his mark.

Inside of her, you pumped your fingers, setting into a merciless rhythm. All the while, you kept toying with her clit. You felt her walls clench every time you sucked it. The faster you circled it, the louder she got.

The mixture of saliva and cum dripped from your lower lip. Her arousal was blocking out your other senses as you chased different reactions from her.

“Oh, babe.” She whimpered. Her composure was starting to abandon her and her hips stuttered upwards in a desperate, unpredictable fashion. You didn’t let this dislodge you, sticking with your consistently quick pacing. “Fuck.”

It only took a couple more strokes from your fingers to get her over that edge. Her pussy clamped down on you as she whined louder than ever. Her body jerked and twitched uncontrollably as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

You and Ethan sat back at the same time, giving her the space to go limp. She laid mostly still, an occasional flinch happening while she worked to regain her breath.

Without a word, he got up from the bed and walked out of the room, the two of you left to recover in silence. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and began to wonder how quickly he would want you out of his home now that the deed was done.

He returned to the bedroom carrying two bottles of water. One was handed to Victoria, the other to you.

He met your eye as he sat down, then he slightly bowed his head. “M’lady…”

You grinned. “M’Ethan. It’s kinda weird, you bringing a drink to me.”

“And I did it without any training, can you believe it?” He joked, making you laugh, which helped this encounter feel less foreign.

“Where’s your bathroom?” You asked and he pointed it out for you.

When you returned, she was sitting up with him. Their conversation halted as soon as you stepped through the door, with both of them staring at you. You saw that they each wore a smile, but you hesitated, unsure of what you had just interrupted.

“What, what did I miss?” You asked.

“Nothing, just come sit down.” He beckoned, there was a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I dunno about that, I feel like you two partners in crime are up to something.” You said with exaggerated suspicion.

“Definitely not. Just come chill with us.” She said.

You made a show of how slowly you approached the bed, then you perched yourself at the very edge. “So what were you talking about?”

The two friends shared a knowing smile before she spoke. “We were talking about how there’s no way you’re leaving here without a hickey.”

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an escape from her own mind [Aemond Targaryen AU!]

part 1  part 2 

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

summary: a silver boy that seeks company to release his own nightmares that follow him even in the lightest places crushes into a heavy reader that seeks alone time in her own world of fantasies.  

word count: 1.461

A/N: please don't be too harsh on judging it, i’m still learning so be patient with me. reblogs and comments are grateful appreciated, I am always open to new ideas and suggestions. I should mention that english is not my first language. 

this is a work of AU! fiction utilising characters from HBO’s House Of The Dragon series.

“I didn’t liked the last book at all, it was too cliché. I mean… every book you read is cliché, but that one, too much. Don’t you ever get bored of those books?”

“Don’t you ever get bored on complaining on the books you wanted to learn more from?” He makes a grimace at her before opening the caffe door. This was already a routine for them, every Wednesday and every weekend they spend time together. As he promised to buy her the coffee in exchange of her reading for him. They also made a deal that he will keep a journal that she is not allowed to read until they finish ten books. That journal should answer all of her questions, she thought. Waiting in line to get the precious coffee, that she feels she can’t function properly without, she asks. 

“Why don’t you ever drink coffee?” “I prefer fine wine to keep me alive during the day” With that, it was their turn to order and before she could speak, he beat her to it, ordering her favourite cup of coffee. “You remembered’ She said with a little bit of shock and blush on her face. “You order that every time, how could I not” With a pout on her soft lips she thought 

“Why don’t we stay here a little bit more for me to drink the coffee and you can get yourself some cake” He looked at her and ordered some sweets too. 

Staying opposite her, he silently wrote on his notebook while she was bragging about the new collection of books that her favourite author just published. When she sees the silver haired boy doesn’t particularly listens to her, she gets up and slides next to him on the couch to get his attention. “there is something you need?” he asks without even looking at her. “only a little bit of your cake. it looks good. Can i?” “go ahead” he pushes the plate in front of her. “after you finish i think it’s time to head off the library to get some time on that reading.” She doesn’t say anything, only nods her head and digs in the sweet pastry. 

Time had passed and they were heading to the library. She already had in mind what book should be started, she believes that this time he will like it more since it has more action than actual romance. 

Opening the door for her as usual, they head off first to a shelve that holds fantasy books. She eyes the specific book but her height is not doing her any favour. He lets out a heavy sigh and gets behind her to reach the book. She can feel the heat that his body leaves, his addictive scent, she closes her eyes to enjoy every aspect of him more, that’s until he clears his throat. Embarrassed she questioned “Why don’t you read this time?” He looks at her and frowns his eyebrows “I found out recently that I quite enjoy your voice.” 

Heading to their little corner she stays to think of something he will enjoys and she adds “I will braid your hair if you do” he would actually love that, but she doesn’t have to know, but also is tempting “Sure, fine. But only today” With excitement she gets a chair for her while he will sit on the floor to start reading. Her frail fingers brush gently in his smooth and long hair. She can feel how well he takes care of it like a precious part of him. At her touch he closes his eye craving for more, he remembers the book in his hands, sighing he opens it and starts reading enjoying her touch more. 

“I don’t understand why would someone start a revolution for a simple girl” He comments on the chapter that was just read. “That” she giggles “Is called love” “No, that is just purely stupidity.” He explained. “You can express your love in other ways. Ways that don’t intend to kill you or your dearest” She ties his braid and adds “Oh look, someone is learning way faster than expected” 

He closes the book and turns around to look at her “I have a good teacher” he said while smirking at her. The blush on her face gives him enough satisfaction for now “It gets late, it’s time to head off” She clears her throat and answers while getting up “Yes, you are right” When they get to the exit they find out that it started raining and it doesn’t give any sign that it will stop soon. Luckily the librarian had an extra umbrella that they can use and return it the next time they come there. “I don’t live too far, you can take it” she pleaded. 

“You will get sick and I don’t intend to be responsible for that” he adds “I will get you home first and then I can go in my way” she agrees and starts leading the way to her apartment. The walk was quiet and quick as she claimed. “You should come to dry first and I can make an exceptional tea in meantime” He doesn’t let out a word but follows her inside. 

Leaving their coats on the hanger, she shows him the way to the small couch. She didn’t had a big place, only the necessity, a room with a couch and a tv, the small kitchen, one bedroom and a bathroom, for her it was enough. All she needed was a place to sleep and keep her many exotic plants. He roams in the room inspecting the pretty flowers that hang on. “I didn’t know you like that much flowers” “You don’t know a lot about me, I might be a serial killer” She says loudly from her kitchen. Taking one more look at her roses he heads off to her. “I might be a killer too” he whisper, being close, too close to her. She turns around to look at him and show him she is not afraid. Some of his hair escaped the braid due to the wind.

If you ask her, he was looking majestic in that moment, the white hair was completing his blue eye, the eyepatch was looking good him, she will not lie about it. His tall figure was touring her, one of his hands was gripping on the table behind her. His pinkish lips were close to her plump ones, she was feeling the connection as much as him “The tea will get cold” she says looking away. “I.. yes you are right” Heading to the sitting room in a suffocating silence with the hot hibiscus tea she just made. “I wanna apologise for my act” he says while getting himself on the soft couch. 

“Please do not apologise” she said “I didn’t mind it” she whispers it more for herself hoping he will not hear, but luck is not on her side. After taking a first sip, smirking he compliments on her skills of making tea “My sister taught me how to make it” she blushes “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” He laughs for a bit and shakes the notebook “you will find out when you read my lady” shock, that’s what you can read on her face 

“I guess those silly books, as you liked to call them, have a good impact on you sir” they both laugh at the silly conversation.

“I should get going” She looks outside and sees the rain has stopped but it’s getting darker. Getting up, he gets the coat and wait on the doorway for one of them to say something. “Good night, I will see you on this weekend to continue the book” she looks up at him but doesn’t say a word, just nods her head. Turning around and prepared to make one step he feels a soft hand gripping his “Is there something wrong?” he asks confused. She gets on her tiptoes, grips gently with her free hand on his collar and kisses his cheek “Good night to you too” her soft voice says. 

He shakes himself from the shock, his hands find the way to her waist, he pulls her closer, goosebumps swarming every part of her body, he locks eyes with her and pulls her face closer, the moment he was craving for secretly happens, he kissed her, on her pinkish and plum lips, their eyes are closer trying to enjoy the moment as much as they can. When they brake the kiss, it leaves a tingly feeling. “Indeed a very good night” he smiles truly at her and says his goodbye.

The feelings she was having left her waiting to meet him again impatiently.

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[ethoslays]

ETHUBS COFFEE SHOP AU

EEEE oke so i imagine it like .. modern-ish ?

Both of them are like mid 20ies methinks But Etho looks much younger because of his style (i had to take the opportunity to put eefo in alt clothes. im not sorry) And as the note in art said, Bdubs is basically a plant mom– Bonus points if Etho turned out to be older than Bdubs after Bdubs would call him a kid. I- I see this happening. Even more bonus points if Bdubs is transmasc bcs i take this as a option here Alrighty so how i see the whole caffe- Surely it's in vintage style, there's a lot of plants and books on the shelves and vinyls on the walls….. pics i found on pinterest that kinda give me the vibe:

Oh and also! Scar and Ren work there with Bdubs! Scar always brings Jellie there and she often sleeps in pots.. Can you imagine Bdubs’ face when he was watering all the plants and in one of them he found a sleeping Jellie.. 

IMAGINE IF JELLIE WALKED INTO A JUST WATERED PLANT OH NO SHE’D BE COVERED IN DIRT……. I think Jellie chews on dirt too… and bites leaves.. Yeah it’s fun there- Also Grian shows up only when Scar’s there. He says it’s not on purpose but we all know the truth :>

Okok but back to ethubs LMAO

Etho when he shows up in caffe for the first time he just finds the most quiet and hidden corner and sits there. As much as he loves black coffee it’s actually not the first one he orders! He asks Bdubs for a recommendation, he mentions he likes black coffee but is like. y'know i haven't been here before i might as well try something you have to offer… Bdubs gayass brain is already turned on because. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GUY! THE GUY IN FRONT OF HIM! HOLY SHIT HE'S SO PRETTY WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! Bdubs is glad Etho didn’t give him exact order because he would fuck it up v badly. 

So he goes to prepare the coffee, but first; he almost starts screaming. He's flushed. His face is literally a tomato.  Ren looks at him and acts surprised like it has never happened before…….. But then Bdubs realizes he forgot to ask him for a name to put on his cup. Well fuck- (BONUS POINTS IF HE WROTE “emo boy :)” THERE..... IT’D BE SO FUCKING FUNNY..............) He draws a little butterfly :) He likes butterflies :) Etho doesn’t have to know it yet :)

But hey after all Etho did enjoy his coffee! And he even showed up another day again! Win for Bdubs’ gay ass !!!1 And that time he actually asked for the name just to misspell it immediately  yes he wrote “eefo” .. 

So yeah Etho was showing up like every two days or so- Bdubs kept misspelling his name but Etho figured that after a while he was doing it just to annoy him.

Etho’s revenge for misspelling his name was to order the most insane coffee in the world. Bdubs had to write it down because he knew there was no way for him to remember this shit. And afterwards he wrote Epoo on the cup:) 

JKAFHAKJ OK I'M DONE FOR NOW….. IF ANYONE'S INTERESTED I MIGHT WRITE SOME MORE STUFF JUST LEMME KNOW!!!

wait no i have some more random info– 

bdubs loves butterflies 

he has tiny colorful tattoos with flowers n butterflies all over his hands

He collects stuff found on the ground. of course he does.

he sees a flying insect. he tries to catch it. with his hands.

bug lover. ren hates him for it

etho keeps cups with his name being misspelled. not every but only the ones he finds funny

he/they eefo propaganda hello

sometimes he brings his sketchbook and doodles flowers . there's a few doodles of bdubs in there and that's the only reason he doesn't let him look at the doodles….

one time while paying he slipped butterfly doodles to give bdubs bc he figured bdubs is obsessed with them 

KK NOW I'M DONE TY FOR READING MY SILLY BRAINROT UR EPIC <3

[koppeine-writings]

raining colors on the window pane

abandoning it all for the touch of her climbing up small mountains where bridges shattered and fall; he didn't dare tip over the edge, peering into the icy waters.

he reassured himself that it wasn't cold, but a refreshing spring that pierced his heart.

it would burn him, if he fell and descended within. his mind and he drifted apart as the water whispered truths and sweet delicate lies, that terrified him.

the bedroom lock clicked, forgotten, staying awake as the sun rose and descended; he held onto the nothingness again, and again.

[oolathurman]

found this in my draft from before i left tumblr so have this now. it’s silly shit about wanwo and vette recruiting quinn to help renovate the ship.

--

yknow i was thinking about that post i did about renovating the with warrior starship

(yknow this one http://oolathurman.tumblr.com/post/172211844145/house-hunters-narrator-voice-newly-appointed )

And how stupid it was of wanwo to decide that renovating a starship of all things was a good idea

Anyway, I feel like by the time wanwo and vette get to balmorra, the renovation has only just started and although it’s gotten to a point where only the basic necessities have been completed (bathroom is technically functional and there are technically enough beds and the kitchen technically has all the basic appliances in)

So when Quinn requests to be part of the crew, Wanwo’s just all ‘hm idk man what can u do’ and vette’s all “who cares what he can do? I can use some help around here.”

Wanwo thinks it over for a moment and then asks, “Quinn, how handy are you?”

“Excuse me, my lord? I don’t follow...”

“Can you take measurements and hammer in nails and install appliances?”

Vette snorts and explains, “Our big scary sith lord here decided it would be more economical for us to buy a used starship that’s in desperate need of renovation. And by renovating, he means gutting everything but the supporting frame and beams and throwing everything else out the airlock.”

“But you were getting headaches from the lighting system in there too! It’s been a mutual choice, right?”

“Uh, no? Cuz you’re the one with all the money, big guy. I’m on your crew. My income comes from yours. And I definitely wanted to go with the one that needed less renovating, by the way.”

“I— y’know what, I see how that was definitely a decision I made on my own and am definitely starting to feel consequences of. And that bit about how you’re on my crew. It was weird to think about in that context. But we’ll talk about it in a bit. For now! Lieutenant Quinn, how handy are you with power tools, measuring things, checking if they’re level, that sort of thing?”

“I, um— I can review the guidelines and rules for starship modifications, to ensure everything is up to code.”

“Well, considering those building codes are what makes sure we don’t have furniture flying around if the grav stops working, welcome aboard, Quinn! Get your things inside and settled in, but be careful. We haven’t finished the renovation in the crew quarters quite yet, so storage may be outside the actual room for now. At least until we can get the other bunk bed in and get started on the loft bed.”

“Oh? You are installing a loft bed in the crew’s quarters?”

“Yes, let me show you the bluepr— actually, why don’t you just come inside, and you can get an idea of what it looks like?”

“The ship does seem to be an older model...”

“That’s cuz it is. Mister Rich Sith was making it rain when he decided to buy a starship that was ten years old. Hey, if you know how to fiddle around with the engines later, maybe the sound won’t be so horrid at night. Anyway just throw your jacket on the table AND LEAVE YOUR SHOES AT THE DOOR! We aren’t tracking dirt onto my ship!”

“Technically mine, I signed the papers. Anyway, slippers are to your right in that corner, we plan to add a mirror in the entryway because otherwise the entryway looks less dismal and actually larger.”

“I see you’re in the process of adding shelving here...? What for?”

“For additional storage of things. Trying to figure out what yet. Anyway, this way is the kitchen, and as you can see—“

“Why is there a microwave on the floor next to the caff maker?”

“— we have a long way to go. Other side is worse though.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask...”

[ask-healthy-light]

In the library, close to the entirety of history was available. From the start of Equestria, to the emergence of the Pillars, through the growth of the Tree of Harmony and the return of Princess Luna, books dating back to hundreds, if not thousands, of years ago. Works from folks of all walks of life, reaching through history to readers of today.

Over the last few years, due to the efforts of the Royal Princesses, and especially the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony, connections were made outside of Equestria, and the tales and accounts of many races throughout history became available, from Griffons to Yaks, Hippogriffs and Seaponies to the area of Klugetown and beyond.

Though the collection was vast, it was not entirely complete. Whether through vandalism, negligence or any other malicious reason, intended or otherwise, there are perspectives, knowledge, experiences lost to the ages. Due to the loss of these fragmented periods of history, some notable occurrences would be forever unknown.

Searching through the entire library one book at a time would take beyond an eternity to complete; therefore Light created a system, which they advised the others to follow: Look for books that could be of use, write down the titles and details of these books, and after a set number of volumes found, quickly search through the chapters. If something interesting is in the books, write down the chapters next to the titles, and continue on.

As the group was looking through the shelves of history, Banana realised something and gathered the group; He explained that the history of the last one thousand years, after the banishment of Princess Luna, would be of little use, as the land was peaceful under the rule of Celestia, and there would be no need for dark tunnels and secret passages, or anything of the sort.

After thinking for a moment, Light agreed with Banana, and mentioned that they thought the catacombs themselves may not have been built during the sole rule of the Princess of the Sun, though there could still be accounts of others who discovered the tunnels before Banana built the park over the dark passages.

Many hours passed, and piles of books lined the tables spanning the Halls of the Library. So far, nothing more than a few small references to old constructions lost to the ages, like the Castle of the Two Sisters in the Everfree Forest, and the Ruins of Ponehenge. A number of scrolls, written by the group, noting the titles and details of many books from before the banishment of Luna, were scattered about as well.

Looking at the others with a gentle gaze and seeing they felt exhausted and bored, losing their focus, Light sighed quietly, and started clearing up the books on the tables, confusing the group. They explained they were not giving up, but they knew spending too long trying to focus on one thing would not be beneficial to anyone.

They also explained that fresh air, a proper meal and a good night's rest would be helpful, and balancing research with relaxation would be best for them. As Caff started helping Light, Violin said he was headed home to make preparations for dinner, followed closely by Banana, while Boom appeared to be very focused on one book in particular.

Using their magic, Light carefully moved the books, one by one, to their rightful places on the shelves of the Library. Though Caff was unable to fly, and was not able to reach the higher shelves, she went up and down the tables, grabbing books to balance on her wings, moving them closer to Light.

Boom, meanwhile, stayed focused on his book, surprising both Light and Caff, who continued clearing up. When they were nearly finished, they lightly tapped Boom on his shoulder, asking for his book, startling the Unicorn, who then closed the book and walked towards the Librarian, politely asking to borrow the book.

Caff and Light looked at each other in confusion, and as the trio walked out of the library, finding the sun was very low in the sky, they asked Boom what the book was about, to which he replied:

"I vaguely remember some things that have been noted in this book, and I think I might have found something, but not about tunnels, nor blasting powder, or anything. Just… I'll… let you know."

The three walked back to Violin's house, and when they arrived there, as the sun approached the horizon, Light said they would head to the park again, both to stretch their legs and to get some fresh air before dinner. Caff and Boom smiled and waved off the Kirin as they entered the house, while Light moved to the park, hoping to find, again, what they found that morning.

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[mahizli]

Reckless (There Is No Chaos, There Is Harmony)

Beautiful art that can be found here, and that shows what happens *after* and not *during* this story, that is also Part 3 of Threading The Way.

26 BBY.

“Why don’t you ever say something nice to me?!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Anakin…”

“See what I mean? It’s never enough for you, is it?”

“Now don’t pull that card on me, Padawan–”

“No, you don’t get to Padawan me!”

Anakin paused, out of breath, cheeks flushed with rage, facing Obi-Wan whose eyes had started to brighten as well but still stayed infuriatingly calm. He had crossed his arms, though, fingers twisting the fabric of his tunic, meaning even perfect-and-tidy-Master-Obi-Wan could get upset. And Anakin wanted his Master to get upset. He wanted him to feel just as angry and betrayed and hurt as he was.

“You don’t get to tell the Council my actions were a bit rash. I saved your kriffing life, Master, I prevented a whole building from collapsing on you, and just because you’re too weak to do the same, you don’t get to be jealous of me and belittle me and call my actions rash in front of stupid Master Windu!”

He was as tall as his Master now. And he would get taller than Obi-Wan, that much was obvious, because he had already outgrown him in matters of boot-size. Meaning he was on eye-level with his Master. Meaning he had a full view of the whirlwind of emotions blossoming in Obi-Wan’s stormy eyes, and the way every bit of colour left his Master’s cheeks.

Obi-Wan’s fingers tightened around his arms, and for a few seconds, even the Force felt still around them, leaving Anakin quivering with rage and something uncomfortable feeling a lot like shame.

“Master Windu is not responsible for the way you feel about me”, Obi-Wan finally managed to push out, in a somewhat breathy voice.

And the angry beast deep within Anakin raised its tail again, clawing its talons deep into his chest and belly.

“No, because you are”, he spat out, and of all the things he could have done, his Master blinked.

It made Anakin even more angry. He wanted Obi-Wan to roar, to stand up against him, to yell at him, to call him names, to fight. Not to stand there looking like a small, breakable thing that could be crushed in an eyeblink, if Anakin wasn’t watching – and Obi-Wan had not a clue, Obi-Wan never had a clue…

“Anakin, my intention never was to belittle you.”

“Well I don’t believe you.”

Something in Obi-Wan’s face closed then, and Anakin felt his Master’s shields slam shut, leaving their bond blank, like the aftermath of an explosion. Obi-Wan’s hands left his arms, and then his Master simply walked past him, leaving their sitting room for the kitchen.

It was always the same, whenever Obi-Wan felt overwhelmed. He would simply stop talking, leaving the argument like he would leave a room, and it drew Anakin nuts.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, angrily, watching his Master open a cupboard, fetching a sponge and an old cleaning rag, without even using the Force – sometimes Obi-Wan seemed to forget it even existed.

“I’m clearing the dust”, Obi-Wan rasped, in that strangled tone of voice he had whenever Anakin had pushed every possible button to draw him ballistic. “It’s been weeks since we’ve been here, and I’m not sleeping in a dirty room.”

“Have you listened to a word I said?”

“Have you?”

Strange, how Obi-Wan’s fierceness could sound so much like sadness. Strange, also, how luminous his eyes could look whenever he finally chose to stand up, to fight back – and he didn’t even use his lightsaber, just some ratty sponge and rag, wiping the table with enough strength to wipe out every possible stain.

“I’m clearing the dust. I suggest you do the same, literally or metaphorically.”

“Typical.”

And with that last insult, hissed like a fire-breath from whatever nasty beast was feasting on sadness and hurt behind his chest, Anakin left their quarters, slamming their door shut, heading straight for the hangers where droids and speeders were waiting for him, and could do nothing but agreeing with him.

It had been six years. Six kriffing years, since Anakin had arrived at the Temple, had heard Master Windu tell him he would never become a Jedi, and yet there he was. There he was, going on missions with his Master, flying their ship, fighting alongside Obi-Wan and saving the day whenever his Master’s disturbing habit of talking them out of trouble backfired on them.

And yet, Anakin could not shake the nagging feeling that no one really wanted him there, that they were all watching him with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to slip up, to prove them they had all been right, no matter how hard he tried.

And Obi-Wan did not help. Not anymore. He was trying to reign Anakin in, instead of letting his power grow, instead of letting him prove himself, talking about balance and reason and mindfulness, when all was just a piece of rubbish.

“How is mindfulness going to keep you from getting crushed?”, Anakin muttered, teeth gritted around a nut he was determined to screw deep within the speeder’s core.

His hair was soon matted with dust and oil, and his skin salty with sweat. He was about as far he could get from Obi-Wan’s notions of cleanliness, and it felt so deeply satisfying that the beast behind Anakin’s chest finally quietened.

He spent enough hours under that speeder to get hungry, but it was out of the question to go back to their quarters and to Obi-Wan – because going back was almost like apologizing, and Anakin did not want to.

So he did what he always did, whenever he fought his Master and wanted to vent about him. Master Quinlan was useless in such cases, getting all stern and serious to the point even Aayla was beginning to look worried – but then, Master Quinlan was always a bit overprotective of his friends, so…

No, the best person whenever he wanted to talk, and explain just how betrayed and misunderstood he felt was Master Luminara, who somehow always managed to calm him down, and to silence the beast within him.

“Hello, Padawan Skywalker”, she greeted him, night-like eyes sparkling with unspoken fondness. “I see you have made it back from your mission.”

“Hello, Master Luminara. There is no need to Padawan me, you know.”

“Oh, I know. But I, too, do enjoy a tease every now and then. Do come in.”

“Thank you. Oh.”

Master Luminara’s usually impeccably tidy rooms were crowded with two empty shelves, what looked to be parts of a desk and two mechanic droids adding to the mess and bustle.

“Don’t tell me you are dusting as well”, Anakin muttered, dejectedly.

“Because Obi-Wan is?”, Luminara asked, cheerily, moving to the kitchen to brow themselves a cup of caff.

“Mhm”, Anakin let out, allowing his long, gangly limbs to cram themselves between the bench and the table, and to let out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh. Sponge or rag?”

“Both.”

“That bad, then…”

She was not laughing at him, though. Master Luminara never was. She always listened to him, and she never judged, unlike Master Quinlan who didn’t hesitate to yell and occasionally even shake him – not that Anakin minded, because it was always somewhat amusing to watch him loose his cool.

“He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand how I feel. He thinks I’m acting rashly, that I only follow my instinct and my whims instead of thinking things through, that I rely too much on my emotions, and not enough on the Force. But it’s not true! I’m the one who saved him from being crushed, last mission, and he keeps pulling stunts like that, getting into trouble and then lecturing me because I got him out!”

“What happened, Anakin? DUM, NIK, would you please put those shelves in the spare room – and the desk as well, opposite the bed…?”

“Why are you refurnishing that room, Master Luminara?”

“Never mind now, Anakin. Please tell me, how did you prevent Obi-Wan from getting crushed, exactly?”

And so, Anakin finally got to tell someone about how that building exploded, how his Master was standing just below, having been talking to officials, and how Anakin prevented the building from collapsing, holding it up with the Force for almost twenty minutes.

“He just lectured me. In the med-centre. Of all the things he could have done, he lectured me.”

“In the med-centre?”

“Yeah. I… sort of collapsed, after that. But it was okay. The medics said I just had some Jedi-Force-exhaustion, and I slept it off, and that was it.”

“I see… And how long, exactly, were you unconscious, Anakin?”

Anakin watched the caff swirl in his cup, as he moved it around in small circles, until he finally let out two pitiful words, refusing to look up.

“Two days.”

Luminara let the words sink in, and gently placed a soft, cool hand on his. But she didn’t say a word, just waited for him to rise his eyes and let out a small, undignified breath sounding a lot like a sob.

“I just wanted to make him proud”, he whispered, and Luminara drew him against her, allowing him to hide his burning face against his neck. “I know I should have thought of something else, I even know that he probably would have jumped away, but I… I knew I could do it, and I wanted to save him. And instead…”

“You saved him, Anakin. And I do not think Obi-Wan denies it. I think he was as scared of losing you than you were of losing him. I think that, whenever Obi-Wan calls you reckless, he is chiding himself for not protecting you better. For exposing you. He knows just how many eyes are on both of you. And I think your Master is trying to shield you – to make it appear like he is the one failing to hold you back, whenever you get passionate, so that you can continue to be who you are deep inside.”

Anakin frowned at that, and then he shook his head.

“I’m too chaotic for him. Sometimes I think he’d be better off without me.”

“Nonsense, Anakin. Obi-Wan thrives in chaos, believe me. Quinlan, Master Qui-Gon, and now you – he needs someone reckless enough to draw him out of his shell.”

That made Anakin smile, and unfold from Luminara’s embrace.

“So. Why are you putting those shelves and desk into the spare-room?”, he asked, and he watched Luminara’s face soften in quiet joy.

“Because tomorrow, Padawan Skywalker, I will welcome my very own Padawan into those quarters. I have waited for her to become of age, and tomorrow, we will finally start our apprenticeship together.”

“Your apprenticeship, Master Luminara? You are no apprentice anymore…”

“But I am, Padawan Skywalker. I am going to begin to learn what it means to be a Padawan’s Master and companion – it is not something we are born with, you know… And the Master learns just as much as the Padawan, on their journey together.”

It was late already when Anakin finally left Master Luminara’s quarters. He had helped her move the furniture where she wanted them, and had even managed to empower the droids so as to allow them to fix some of the shelves to the wall, standing one on top of the other. The room was clean and tidy, just like his had been when Obi-Wan had open his door to him – and Anakin remembered, with a sinking heart, just how different things had been for both of them, and just how much time it had taken for Obi-Wan to claim his own room and find the courage to clear it from Master Jinn’s things with him.

He opened their door with a slow, controlled Force-brush, and closed it noiselessly behind him, tiptoeing inside. The sitting room was clean, without a speck of dust, the plants were watered and even the holobooks and holovids had been dusted and put lovingly back into place. The kitchen was spotless as well, spoons and cupboards neatly stored in the cupboards, and even the ground was shiny and smelt of cleanliness. Anakin’s room was untouched though – Obi-Wan having learned very early that Anakin was very peculiar about boundaries, storing treasures and droid-parts – save for the bed that had been made with fresh sheets.

He found his Master in his own room, not even needing to open the door. Obi-Wan had dusted and cleaned his own room, and Valentine was letting out small, regular puffs on the windowsill – her very own way to snore.

Obi-Wan himself was stretched on his bed, feet still brushing the ground and arms circling his face, like someone who had sat down, then let himself fall backwards, without moving ever since. He was still holding the infamous rag in a loose grip, but he was fast asleep, hair still a bit sweaty from exertion, features lax behind the stubble he kept growing to hide just how young he looked.

Anakin shook his head, and took the rag from Obi-Wan’s hand, wrinkling his nose.

“Gross, Master. And ridiculous”, he whispered, careful not to wake him up.

He managed to shower and change without Obi-Wan even stirring – and Anakin realised then just how tired his Master must have been. He had not really noticed, but in hindsight it was obvious. Because his Master never slept whenever he was ill or injured, always hovering anxiously at his side, even pretending not to be.

He came back to Obi-Wan’s room with a data-pad, and had managed to reach level 72 of his newest game, when he finally heard a deep sigh leaving his Master’s chest, and realised Obi-Wan was waking up.

“Hello there”, Anakin whispered – and his own chest felt oddly tight, remembering the dreadful words he had thrown at his Master.

His Master whose first reaction was to smile at him and reach out for his hand, placing warm, loose fingers around his wrist, in an instinctive gesture of love or care that made the knot in Anakin’s chest even tighter.

Obi-Wan sat up, and then only seemed to remember that they had fought and were supposed to be at odds, his face getting all tight and apprehensive once more. But his hand was still around Anakin’s wrist, and Anakin did not let him speak – he just embraced him fiercely with everything he had, hiding his face deep into Obi-Wan’s chest.

“I am so, so sorry, Master. I never meant any of it. I promise. I promise.”

Obi-Wan just breathed out and hugged him back. They stayed like that for some time, and their bond was no longer silent and cold, but simply there, like it had been for six years – tying Anakin to the Force and to his Master.

“Have you eaten?”, Obi-Wan finally asked, ever practical, and Anakin shook his head.

“Shall we, then?”, his Master asked. “There’s pie in the cantina tonight.”

“Wizard”, Anakin muttered, but he didn’t let go.

Not before he managed to ask that very important question, the one that had fuelled the beast’s anger deep within him.

“Master, do you think I’m… too chaotic? Do you think… Do you sometimes think about… how different life would have been… without having to take me in?”

This time Obi-Wan straightened. And this time his Master’s voice was as fierce and powerful as it could get – just like it was whenever he put a stop to all the nonsense the Galaxy allowed to happen during their missions, just like it was whenever he did something so great Anakin could just stand there and gape and think about just how awesome his Master was.

“I don’t even want to begin considering it.”

Anakin’s throat tightened, and he closed his eyes, feeling his Master’s hands on his back, gently tapping him.

“I’d die of boredom”, Obi-Wan whispered, grazing Anakin’s hair with his stubble, laughing silently at his indignant squawk. “Besides, Padawan mine…”

He let go of Anakin, just enough to be able to look at him, and to place Anakin’s braid back behind his ear.

“There is harmony to be found, even within chaos.”

He placed something into Anakin’s palm, smiling softly at him, and watched him discover a small black bead harbouring a beautiful golden streak.

“What is this one for, Master? I… I just yelled at you. I called you… I told you some horrible things.”

“But you also saved my life. And you taught me that sometimes… sometimes I still put things the wrong way, whenever I try to talk to you, and about you.”

“I do so as well, Master”, Anakin whispered, fingers closing shyly around the bead.

“Well then, Padawan… I think we still make quite the pair.”

And we can both become better Jedi together.

His Master’s voice was warm and loving in Anakin’s mind. And so Anakin smiled, and pulled his Master up, determined to pull him towards the cantina as fast as he could.

Because, tonight, there was pie, and after all, Anakin was starving.

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[gamebird]

The vacation

So, well, I'm 50.

I'm back from my two week birthday I threw for myself, inviting myself and family to Europe to visit Rome, London, and Paris, seeing most of the major tourist sites, staying in hostels, eating lots of good food.

I had a great time.

I am also sick and jet-lagged now. Tired. I drank some caffeine while out so I'm going to have to detox out of that. Our cat missed us. My house was nice to return to. I have a laptop now with a keyboard instead of typing everything tediously onto my phone.

I have to go to work tomorrow.

My fridge is empty. (But my pantry shelves and freezer is full so it's not like I'm struggling here. Also, my mother will be bringing by ham and beans around lunch and she's an excellent cook. My son should be heading out to get groceries very soon.)

My boyfriend was difficult to travel with.

Managing finances was surprisingly hard. 1) I make a lot more than my bf (or, obviously, my kids) so I'd expected to shoulder most of the cost. But we didn't have a firm idea of what that would be, or how we'd split it (actually, we had an idea, which was I'd cover everything but meals and then we'd split every other meal, but that's not how it worked out due to whoever was doing the buying of whatever using their card so now it's all tangled up and I think I'm just going to pay it all and count it as settled). There was supposed to be a point 2.

I did a lot of writing, a surprising 15,000 words of rough draft. It's all Skulk/MB stuff. It was something to pass the time with, jotting down two or three lines at a time. It really added up.

We saw all the sights I'd planned to see except the Catacombs of Paris. The Louvre is really impressive. OMG is it ever. Also, the Mona Lisa is overrated. The scale of everything, but especially the Roman ruins, was impressive. I loved the mass transit system(s).

I also loved caffe viennese and pain chocolat.

I finished an audiobook, Autonomy by Annalee Newitz. It's like the world of Murderbot, but without Murderbot. And maybe set a few hundred years before MB. It's good. Not great, but good. Maybe just okay. The good part are the core questions of what constitutes autonomy. Several characters struggle with it in different ways, either as a human enslaved at a young age and eventually freed, or a bot realizing how much of its desire to serve is due to programming. About that last, I'm glad the story chose to embrace that! At one point, one character asks a bot, 'Do you really want to do that, or are you just programmed to want to do it?' and the bot answers (basically), 'Yes.' Then elaborates that anyone who wants something is 'programmed' to want it, albeit programmed in different ways. But there's no reason to shit on bot desires because of it. The book also touches interestingly on gender issues for bots.

I watched Northman on the plane. I hated it.

I watched Yellowstone on the plane. I loved it. I only saw two episodes, so I'll be on the lookout for how to get the rest.

I watched Fraggle Rock on the plane. I was neutral about it.

I read several books of the Murderbot series to my daughter. She's started reading MB fanfic on AO3, mentioning some of the names of authors to me. Some of them I've read and/or know from the discord. Which she's not on so far. Someday soon we will be sharing fandom spaces. Since I don't know her alias, I'm not sure I'll know when it happens. :D

[one-real-wrimonkey]

In your most recent Corrie Guard fic you mentioned that Hound had almost ran himself to the ground and that other's almost didn't notice, what exactly happened?

Here the fic.

And here’s what happened to Hound.

I might actually write this as a fic at some point but for now it’s just an outline.

———

Hound loved helping his siblings, but this was the point where he really decided he was going to make their lives better. That it was going to be his job, his responsibility.

It started with skipping sleep to comfort vode after nightmares. Staying up for days after the notably cruel Senators showed up and when any large bill was being voted on or discussed to look after them when they needed it, to comfort them, to hug them, to help them feel safe. Sometimes the only time he’d sleep during big votes like that when the workload was busy and the Senators cruel, was when he was making the puppy dog eyes and making himself look like he needed a hug and couldn’t sleep to convince Fox to take a break with him. He could always get Fox to take a break or go to medical, he was the only person who could always do that without fail, and he used that to his advantage.

Then he was trading his food rations and other things both within the GAR and outside it to get soft blankets or sweets with sugar or clothes that weren’t standard issue. There were people on the lower levels who’d be more than happy to trade their old things for food, even if they were bland rations, kind people who’d exchange their old clothes for his caff rations.

He traded the same things for money that he used to buy pillows and rugs and blankets, from charity shops and sales so he could get them cheaply, and collected as many as he could so he could set up the soft room for relaxation that he wanted to create.

The string lights and bean bags came from someone in exchange for hours of work helping move furniture and put together shelves and things like that.

He could get good credits as part of a fighting ring on the lower levels, and double if he let them beat him into the ground over and over again.

It was worth it for the sketch book for Glimmer, the knitting supplies for Weave and Loom, the dance shoes or any of the other things he gifted his vode, followed by the bright looks in their eyes.

Definitely worth it for the giant plushy that was as large as they were that ended up taking pride of place in the soft room.

And the same friend who’d helped him expose everything set up a small donation box in their caff shop for the Guard. For people to donate old clothes or accessories. Art supplies and books to read and things like that.

He walso managed to apply for a library card they could use.

He traded his food and his time and his services to make sure his vode had some comforts.

There were a great many ways to make money on the lower levels and no limits to what he’d do to give his siblings comfort.

Building what he called the soft room was one of the best things he did, and Fix and the other medics were incredibly grateful for his doing it because they were trained to deal with trauma injuries not mental strain (which the clones weren’t even supposed to suffer) or the injuries that came from being forced to hold a position for hours on end. A room to lie down that was all soft and safe and comfortable where you could always get a cuddle, it was doing more for the vode than all the medics combined.

And sure, he rounded up vode to help out, to make things with the knitting supplies for the room, to make sure there were always vode in there when off their main shifts so there would always be a listening ear and a hug waiting. Of course he was there as often as he could be to do the same, but he couldn’t be there 24/7.

Still having to get down to the lower levels, get what he needed and bring those things back up to the base unseen, knowing the punishment he’d get if he was caught, that was difficult and stressful and dangerous.

Hound was also giving his rations to vode who’d had theirs ‘temporarily rescinded’ by vindictive Senators.

He was skipping meals and skipping sleep and getting injured but avoiding medical so they wouldn’t see his injuries and getting thinner and weaker and more and more hurt but he always ignored it and pushed it down because seeing his vode smiling, some of them for the first time in months, it was all worth it.

He was getting to the point where he swayed when standing, where his vision was blacking out when he moved too fast or spots danced in his eyes, where it hurt to move and just making it through his shifts was hell but he couldn’t stop, he had to keep helping because it was helping. He kept his helmet and his armour on more and more to keep it from his siblings, avoided them in the showers and mess halls and their room. Usually by making the vode think he was with the commanders and the commanders think he was with the rest of the vode.

He worked incredibly hard to make sure the others didn’t worry about him because he’d decided he was protecting them and that was his job. They all had more than enough problems without worrying about him.

He finally collapsed in one of the rooms where he trained the Mastiffs, but Grizzer ran and found Fox and basically dragged him to where Hound was sprawled. Fox called Fix and Hound was taken to the med bay. He was worryingly underweight and dehydrated and utterly exhausted and they were all very worried about him. If he hadn’t been found when he had they might not have been able to save him.

They were of course horrified to see the bruises of all ages, every single one of his ribs, the way his blacks hung off of him, the bags under his eyes.

They all swore they’d never let him push himself that hard again and that they’d never miss it again. They set up a better net of vode to help run the things he did, to support him. They berated him once he woke for scaring them and pushing himself so hard when they would have helped if he’d asked of course they would. If they’d know he would never have had to do it alone.

He told them most of it, though not everything because they’d kill him if they knew what he’d done and how stupid or reckless some of it had been, but they’re kind and supportive and Grizzer won’t leave his side.

The Commanders and Fix will pull Hound aside to make sure he’s eating or not bruised. They’ll subtly guide him to their room so he can’t get out of sleeping, or guide him to the mess room and watch him eat like hawks to make sure he actually ate it all.

He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, but he never gets so bad again.

It doesn’t stop them worrying.

———

Thanks for asking. I love talking about the Guard and my headcanons for them.

[bvidzsoo]

Playing with fire

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Warnings: mentions of sexual situations, light violence, sexual assault mentions

 Pairing: Wen Junhui x female reader

 Word count: 14, 360

 Summary:  You are on your own in a man-ruled world. Whatever you do, whatever you say, just make sure it doesn’t piss them off. And you feel alone, you never experienced any parental love let alone a partner. But things change for the better when five mysterious men show up in town, but maybe they aren’t who everyone thinks they are? After all, five bandits are on the loose for robbing numerous places. 

 A/N:  Hello, hello lovelies! Welcome back to a wild-west themed oneshot! This story was totally inspired by Baekhyun’s Bambi MV and well, I couldn’t help myself! There’s nothing very graphic in the story, just wanted to point that out. There might be a few things that couldn’t have happened in that era, but this is fiction, so please turn a blind eye to it. I hope the jump between the timelines won’t be confusing as I tried out something new! Hope you like it and your feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy now.

Present time

           My teeth clattered against each other involuntarily. Mainly it was due to the chill air that surrounded me, but fear also played along. I’ve never been inside a prison cell before, but I guess the time comes for everything. My robes were covered in dirt and torn in various places due to the events that took place not even an hour ago. Many people would regret getting involved into something like this, but I wasn’t. I knew my inevitable death was approaching, but I couldn’t feel sorry for finally having chosen to live a bit. Do something that I wanted to do without being forced into doing it. My eyes got used to the darkness surrounding this underground place, but I couldn’t help squint when footsteps echoed around in the far end. The silhouette was tall and wore dark clothes as his feet dragged along the cold tiles, menacingly approaching me.

Two weeks ago

           My fingers were covered in wrinkles from the excessive scrubbing I had to do with a wet rug. Mornings were always a little bit rough, having to clean up the mess the customers left at night was bothersome at first, but then it became bearable. It brought money; I couldn’t complain too much. I worked at an Inn, because quite frankly, this was the best I could do. We lived in a man ruled world, where the woman was created to please him left and right, with no right to an opinion. You just bow your head and go on with your life, acting like a house rat. Squeak once too loudly and tomorrow you won’t be breathing anymore. It was unfair, how little respect women were offered, after all, these dirty bastards wouldn’t be here if we didn’t give birth to them. But as a woman, you weren’t supposed to think about such things…actually, you weren’t really supposed to think at all. Just entertain blindly, do the house chores, feed the hungry, make dozens of children and please your husband…or any man, really. I learned it the hard way, after multiple beatings when I dared to speak back to a man, I learned my place.

My family was poorer than the already poor ones, no one really raised me, I just grew up and learned by myself how things worked in this world. When I turned fifteen, I realized if I wanted to live a longer life, I would have to earn my own money as my parents provided none for me. I ran away from my hometown, which was two hours away in the middle of the hot desert from the current town I was living in, and settled down here. This town was bigger and paid better, after all, the second headquarter of the National Bank was here. All types of people came and went, yet the locals knew everyone and paid close attention to the newcomers. They were wary, especially ever since a gang of five bandits started robbing banks all around the South. No one knew what they looked like; however, they were able to find out their leader’s name could be Kwan. All sheriffs were looking for this bandit group, so far, they weren’t very successful.

The door opened and the bell chimed atrociously loudly, ringing through the quiet Inn. It was nine in the morning, no one bothered to come in, unless they stayed at the lodge upstairs or forgot to go home last night. I was at the bar, wiping the glasses dry with a yellow towel, when the customer approached me. I glanced up to see a very handsome, young, man standing and looking around. His lips were full and his hair fell neatly onto his forehead. He wore clean clothes, even smelt good, and I straightened my posture, totally forgetting about the rags I was wearing.

“Well…why don’t you sit down, young sir?” I let my voice take a soft tone, dare I say, seductive as the man turned his gaze onto me. He hummed and took a seat on the stool, leaning his hands against the bar.

“Good morning.” His voice was warm and my lips pulled into a big smile. Handsome and well mannered? Was this my lucky day?

“Good morning,” I bat my eyelashes at him timidly, hoping he’d find it attractive, “Would you like to have anything specific?”

“Well…” His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes fell on the shelves behind me, “Do you have something that’s not alcohol?”

I chuckled, leaning against the bar, “Sir, with all due respect, does it look like you walked into a Caffe? This is an Inn…”

“Ah,” He muttered, smiling at me embarrassed, “I must have missed the street…”

“It happens to new people in town.” I muttered, placing a clean glass in front of the stranger.

“You know I’m new in town?” The man’s eyebrows rose and I laughed, head falling a bit backwards. I grabbed the chamomile tea I prepared an hour ago for myself and poured half of it into the glass.

“Sweetheart,” I licked my lips, taking a gulp of the tea that remained in the tall bottle I was holding, “Only two types of people dressed like that come in here. The rich boys looking for a fun night from the north side of the town or the tourists who happen to be passing through the town.”

The man eyed the content of the glass I just poured tea into and then looked back at me, “The name’s Joshua. What did you pour for me?”

“Chamomile tea,” I said with a sigh, finding his name unusual, “You are lucky I woke up a little stressed today. Chamomile tea has the ability to calm your nerves a bit, you know?”

“I did not know.” Joshua muttered and raised his glass to take a sip of the tea, “And it’s not even bad.”

“Of course, it’s not bad!” I exclaimed with a laugh, “I made it.”

“And you must have a name?” Joshua’s eyebrows rose and I glanced around, making sure no one was listening to our conversation. I didn’t use my real name at the Inn.

“It’s Y/N.” I muttered lowly and Joshua hummed, looking around.

“It seems to be deserted here…”

“Sweetheart,” I laughed again, truly amazed by how naïve this man seemed to be, “Inn’s are only full at night, people don’t come here at day, only if they are drunk already.”

“That’s a pity,” Joshua’s lips pulled into a grin, and I returned it as it was contagious, “They are missing out on some luscious chamomile tea.”

I laughed loudly as the bell chimed again, signaling a new client. It wasn’t a client this time, it was Little James, the boy who delivered the newspaper.

“Newspaper!” He hollered loudly as if the place was noisy, throwing down a stack of newspaper at the entrance.

“Bring one here, Little James!” I beckoned the boy, “And stop shouting, everyone can hear you crystal clear if you speak at a normal volume.”

Little James ran up to me with a pout, holding a newspaper to his chest, “But Big James told me to shout while I distribute these.”

“Big James probably forgot to tell you that you only need to shout at the market.” I ruffled the boy’s blonde hair, taking the newspaper from him. I glanced at Joshua, he was staring down at his tea, so I swiftly grabbed a little sack of cookies from the counter and gave it to Little James. He stuffed it into his pocket and offered me a wide grin.

“Miss Katie, you are the best!” He exclaimed as he ran off, leaving the door of the Inn open behind him. I didn’t mind, the fresh air of the morning was welcome.

“Miss Katie?” Joshua’s eyebrows rose as I sat in the chair by the sink, a few steps away from where I was just standing.

“That would be me.” I hummed as I unfolded the newspaper, checking the first page as the hot news were there.

“I thought your name—”

“People know me as Katie here, I don’t use my real name.” I explained absentmindedly as my eyes ran over the words. A big WANTED sign and underneath five black figures with question marks on their faces, coated most part of the first page. There was a new robbery, but at a pawnshop this time, just two hours away from this town. My hometown. Jewelry and money were taken, quite at a high value, and sheriffs were desperately asking people to keep their eyes and ears open, to help capture these bandits. They also made an estimated map of where these five men were headed, and this town was next. I huffed as I browsed through the other news, eyes falling on Joshua when I heard rustling of paper. He was also reading a newspaper, left leg crossed over the right as a subtle, smug, smile slipped onto his lips. I narrowed my eyes at him as I folded my newspaper, leaning forward to rest my elbows onto my knees.

“Found anything you like?” I spoke up, making Joshua jump. He peeked at me through his eyelashes as he cleared his throat, then evened his expression.

“Not really…just the usual news about these five bandits stealing some more.” I couldn’t help but notice the smug tone of his voice as he spoke, controlling his expressions this time.

“Yeah…they’ve been causing quite the chaos for these past three months, haven’t they?” Joshua hummed in agreement as he flipped through the newspaper elegantly, as if he was afraid, he’d rip the paper.

“Well…word says they are headed here.” I raised my eyebrows at Joshua and he mirrored my actions, “You should be careful when you speak to a stranger again.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time your friends come around.” I winked at Joshua as he stood from his seat.

His eyes narrowed just the slightest bit as he searched his pockets, “Who said I’m traveling with friends?”

“A man like you wouldn’t be traveling alone.” I just shrugged and dryly gulped when I saw the amount of money, he threw on the table. He folded the newspaper and tucked it underneath his armpit; I stood to grab some change to hand back.

“I’ll take this with myself.” He referred to the newspaper as he bowed his head a little and I nodded, crouching down to count the money I needed to hand back.

“Sweetheart, here’s your—” I stood alone in the Inn, behind the bar, as Joshua disappeared, door closed now. I stared down at the change in my hands, then at the money on the table. Without a second thought, I grabbed it before my greasy boss could see it, and tucked it carefully into the top of my corset. This money will last me for a week at least.

           The next day, another two strangers walked in. It wasn’t in the morning this time, but almost lunch time. I was actually getting ready to place out my cold rice onto the counter to eat, when the doorbell chimed. With a heavy sigh, I ignored the churning of my belly, and tried to smile. Unlike Joshua yesterday, who blatantly approached me, these two men sat at a table close by the exit. One was shorter and his eyes seemed to be narrowed as he glanced at the few people already inside the Inn, and the other one was a little bit taller as he stood with his hip jutting to the right a little bit. The shorter one must have felt my eyes on them because he turned around and glared at me. He was intimidating and as I was about to look away, but he raised his arm and called me over. I dusted my hands off on some rug from the counter as I walked around it to approach their table. They both took a seat and watched me as I stopped a few feet away.

“Welcome to our Inn,” I greeted politely, using the same tone I used on Joshua yesterday, “Anything you’d like?”

“What’s your best drink?” The taller one asked and I glanced back at the bar, to see if we still had Bourbon.

“It would be the Bourbon, young sir.” My answer made the man laugh, as the other one smirked amused.

“That’s a horrible way to call me, don’t you think?” He raised his eyebrows and I shrugged my shoulder; I called everyone like that.

“It’s Seungkwan,” He grinned, extending his hand, “I’ll take that Bourbon…”

“Katie,” I shook the man’s extended hand with a small smile, “I’ll bring it over just in a second, and for you…”

The shorter man, who was actually about my height, looked at the bar, “What are you drinking?”

I stared at him surprised before clearing my throat, “Chamomile tea, young—”

“That’s really awkward, my name’s Woozi.” He cut me off before I could finish my sentence, “I’ll drink Chamomile tea.”

I nodded my head and walked to the bar, stopping by a table when they waved me down. The man didn’t have anything to ask for, he just called me over for a snide remark. I remained emotionless as I walked to the bar, ignoring the laughter that followed the table after the man’s words. They were the worst customers, always pissing me off. They were from the north side of the town and only came here to make fun of others and bully them. The man who called me over for nothing, his name was Sehun, and he loved to torment me. I grabbed two glasses and poured Bourbon into one and Chamomile into the other after I placed them on a tray. I held the tray with both hands and walked to the table of the strangers, making sure to avoid walking by Sehun’s table as it wouldn’t be the first time, he’d try tripping me while I was carrying something.

“Here,” I whispered as I placed the glass of Bourbon in front of Seungkwan, and the glass of Chamomile tea in front of Woozi. I held the tray to my chest and went to walk away when Woozi pointed at the newspaper on the table.

“Didn’t this make the first page yesterday too?” He asked, eyes watching me. I craned my neck to see the same news as yesterday, the one both Joshua and I read together.

“I suppose,” I said with a shrug, standing back straight, “People must be panicking since the sheriffs said the group is headed this town.”

Woozi and Seungkwan chuckled at the same time, sharing a knowing glance, and my eyebrows furrowed. First Joshua, now these two. They weren’t dressed as fancy as Joshua, or Sehun’s group for that matter, but their clothes were clean and their cologne smelt nice. Even if they weren’t from the north side of the town, they definitely had enough money to take care of themselves. There wasn’t a middle class in this town, you were either poor or rich, so they too weren’t from around here.

“Even if they wanted to, they couldn’t possibly stop these boys.” Seungkwan chuckled at Woozi’s words and I raised my eyebrows intrigued.

“Why not?”

“Woozi likes investigating crimes, Katie,” Seungkwan explained, his lips forming into a pout, “He has a lot of knowledge and evidence point out that these bandits are well prepared and hard to catch, they leave no traces.”

“You said Woozi likes to investigate, but seems like you know a lot too, sweetheart.” I smirked at the two men, their lips pulling into amused smiles.

“Well, Woozi is my brother, we share the same interests.” Seungkwan explained and I hummed, widening my eyes. Did they really expect me to believe that lie?

“You don’t look very much alike.”

Woozi hummed then pushed the newspaper away, “We get that a lot.”

I narrowed my eyes at them, but when they looked away, I knew it was my cue to leave. I nodded to myself, turned to leave, but a thought made me halt, “You don’t happen to know Joshua, do you?”

Seungkwan laughed as Woozi glared at me, staying silent as he took a gulp of the tea, “Who is Joshua?”

I shook my head as I started to walk away, “Just a tourist, like you two.”

And these tourists seemed to have a lot of money as they tipped me even better than Joshua did yesterday. It made up for the few dollars Sehun, accidentally as he said, forgot to pay.

           The third time more strangers showed up, it was the afternoon and more people populated the Inn this time. When the first man entered, he seemed lost and confused, it almost made me laugh. You could hear the bell chime, but the loud chatter of men and women slowly would grow louder and louder. This stranger seemed like he didn’t know if he wanted to stay or not, so I approached him.

“Good evening, would you like a seat at the table or at the bar?” I asked with a smile, raising my eyebrows when the man remained silent for a few minutes.

“I’m with someone…” He trailed off and I hummed, looking around for an empty table. I found one next to a bigger group of people that were the loudest in the Inn so far, and I led the stranger to it. He thanked me quietly and looked around awkwardly.

“Anything you’d like to have?” I raised my eyebrows and he looked back at me with a grimace.

“Bourbon, and do you have anything to eat?”

“Smashed potatoes and stew, as of now, if you wait longer the cook will return to prepare more dishes.” The stranger hummed and seemed to be thinking for a second.

“No, it’s fine, bring me two portions…please.” I smiled at him and nodded my head, walking to the bar. I prepared the glass of Bourbon and asked Aleksi to prepare two plates of smashed potatoes and stew. When I got back to the table, I placed the two glasses on top of it, and smiled at the man sitting there awkwardly.

“My name is Katie, if you need anything, just call out my name!” The stranger nodded and I left to gather the empty beer bottles from the loud table nearby. I placed them on my tray, there were at least six, and turned to walk back to the bar when my shoe got stuck in a misplaced floorboard and I was sent flying forward. I yelped and got ready to feel the hard floor, but instead I was hauled backwards, bottles clinking together, but none fell. A few eyes fell on us as I let out a deep breath, gaze connecting with Aleksi’s, who was shaking his head with a grimace. I let myself lean into the body that was holding me for a second, glad that I didn’t cause a bigger scene. The frame was taller and leaner than mine, the top of my head reached their shoulders. Big, calloused hands held my waist firmly and I jumped when the man chuckled from behind. I quickly stepped out of their hold and turned to thank them for their help. But when my eyes fell on his face, I was awestruck. I haven’t seen a man as handsome as him before. His nose was long and well defined, his lips plump. His dark eyebrows complimented his face nicely and his sharp eyes felt like they were staring into my soul. He stood there too, watching me, looking just as amazed. It was a weird feeling and I walked away giggling when Aleksi shouted my name. Their food was prepared and I cleared my throat before walking back over, subconsciously pushing the few stray strands that fell out of my braid behind my ear. The first stranger to enter stopped looking so awkward and he was actually smiling now as he conversed with the handsome stranger. When I got close enough to hear what they were saying, I couldn’t understand anything, they were talking in a different language I haven’t heard before.

“Dinner’s ready.” I cursed myself quietly for the breathy voice, but I couldn’t help it when the stranger looked at me so intently.

“I hope you like smashed potatoes and stew.” I said with an innocent smile as I placed the plate in front of the man that caught me from falling. He glanced at the food before looking back at me.

“Anything that you bring I will like.” His voice was light, but it had a deep ring to it, as he spoke. I chuckled, blinking rapidly before biting my lower lip. I knew the charm was working when a smirk crossed his lips and he stared at my lips.

“If you see anything else you’d like to have…” His eyes lit up with mischief, “Call for Katie.”

“I need a few tissues…” The other man muttered with a grimace, very displeased by the exchange happening between his friend and I.

“Anything, you say?” He sharp eyed man raised his eyebrows, ignoring his friend’s remark.

“As long as it’s on the menu…” I said with a chuckle, playing with the tray in my hands.

“Do you not have special treats here?”

“Only on Friday’s.” The stranger bit his lower lip and I smirked, feeling heated all of the sudden.

“If you have a list…put me on it as first,” I giggled and nodded my head, “The name’s Junhui.”

“Junhui.” I repeated after him, the two of us sharing a small smile, “Consider it already done.”

“Great.” He winked before grabbing his fork to eat his dinner, “Oh, and…I think Minghao asked for tissues?”

“Yeah, I did.” Minghao threw Junhui a glance before he offered me a small, uncomfortable, smile.

“Of course, one second!” I grinned at the two foreigners and went to the bar to grab a few tissues for them. I didn’t know who these two were, but I sure hoped they’d stay for a little longer. Were they with Joshua, Woozi, and Seungkwan? It could be possible, but they could be just tourists passing by. It’s not so rare. However, people stopped traveling so often out of fear of getting robbed. We haven’t had tourists in over a month. These five strangers felt…fishy. But what do I know? I’m just a waitress at an Inn.

Present time

           I didn’t look up when the figure stopped in front of my prison cell. I knew it was an officer; a very familiar one; and that he would mock me. They couldn’t wait for someone to commit a crime so that they can torture them for it.

“Well, look at that!” The officer’s voice was mocking, like I expected it, “If it isn’t Katie…”

I didn’t react as I continued staring at my feet, trying to hide the shake of my body. It was from the cold, but the officer standing in front of me, made me realize just how real everything that happened was. How my death was closer each second.

“Won’t you look at me?” I didn’t want the officer to enter the cell, so I shook my head. He scoffed and hit something hard against the metal bars, the loud clank made me jump. The officer laughed loudly and I could feel his burning gaze on me.

“I told them all not to trust the little whore you are, now you’ll finally go where you belong to.” I bit my lower lip, palms clenching into fists as I tried to remain silent. If I spoke back, I’d die in a beating and not by getting hung. And quite frankly, I prefer getting hung in the town square. Maybe I’ll make headlines and my parents will see their only child is now dead.

There was a scoff before the officer started walking, his hard footsteps echoing around the place, “See you in hell, officer.”

Two weeks ago, Friday

           The Inn was full of people. A local lousy band was playing some music, but the chatter and laughter of men and women was louder. There were no empty tables, some customers even sat on the front porch and enjoyed the party there. The staircase leading up to the lodge was also occupied by drunk men who didn’t find a table. Aleksi and Andrei worked at the bar, while Joy, Maria, Luna, and I rushed around the place, trying to please everyone. Fridays were the most hectic days besides Saturdays, when you couldn’t take even a second long break. It was hard to maneuver around drunk people, especially the dancing women, but thankfully I always found the safest route to the table I had to rush to. That table excluded the one where Sehun and his boys were sitting at, playing some card games and throwing money on the table. They even managed to charm into their gambling game a few men from the table next to theirs, men who were already poor and had nothing to offer. And they wouldn’t win as Sehun and his boys cheated at any given chance. He made a comment about how tonight I wore clean clothes instead of the rugs I’m usually in, when I was delivering their fifth round of expensive beer. I only glared at him and walked away before he could comment anything. Yes, it was true, I wore my most expensive dress tonight. It was white and no one in their right mind would wear it to a place like this one, where you can stain it easily, but I was expecting someone. Junhui. He said he would be here tonight…well, he didn’t explicitly say it, but it’s what he meant. And I glanced at the clock to see it hit midnight with him nowhere around. I was disappointed, but I couldn’t focus on what I was feeling as an old man gripped onto me. It was Mr. Lee, the biggest drunk of the town.

“Oh,” His eyebrows were furrowed and I grimaced at the foul scent, “Katie?”

I nodded and his eyes were barely open as he raised a hand, “Walk me to the exit!”

His slurred words were barely audible over the loudness inside the Inn, but he was a regular here, I already knew what he wanted. I called out for Joy, to ask her to take over the order from the table I just served, and placed one of Mr. Lee’s arms around my shoulders.

“Let’s get you out, old man.” I shouted and he grinned, his yellow teeth showing. We stumbled around the tables, hitting a few people on our way out, and I groaned when his stumbling made us run into the corner of the entrance. The old man laughed loudly and I threw him a glare, that I knew he couldn’t see, as we finally made it outside.

“Katie!” It was an officer, leaning against the railing, “Did you forget to bring me my beer?!”

“Of course, not!” I exclaimed as we walked around a half-asleep woman, “I asked Joy to deliver it to you.”

The officer grimaced and looked at Mr. Lee, leaving me the impression that he’d offer to help, but when he started laughing, I realized he wouldn’t help. He was here to have fun and suddenly what I was doing was entertaining him. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from throwing him a menacing glare and held Mr. Lee’s side as firmly as I could as we had to walk down the few stairs of the porch.

“Now, Mr. Lee—” I turned my head towards him, trying to gain his attention, “I need you to focus and keep your balance, alright? The stairs aren’t easy to conquer!”

“Conquer it all!” Mr. Lee exclaimed, making the people laugh who heard him, as he stumbled forward. I shrieked, unable to untangle myself from him, as he pulled me after him. We were supposed to tumble down the stairs, maybe twist an ankle or something, but I never made it down the stairs, unlike Mr. Lee. His feet became a tangled mess and he was rolling down the stairs, people hollering in laughter around us. My eyes widened as I watched the old man sprawl out on his back, mouth in a wide grin. He seemed amused by what happened but I feared his old bones weren’t strong enough for even a small fall like that one. No one seemed to want to help him up and as I went to step down the first stair, I realized someone was holding onto my waist tightly. My shoulders tensed and I turned my head, eyebrows furrowed. However, it wasn’t the person I was expecting to be, it was even better. Junhui. My eyes must have lit up because the man started smirking, squeezing my waist.

“Well, if it isn’t Katie…” He muttered smugly and I bit my lower lip, gazing into his eyes, “Do you stumble on purpose when I’m around? You want me to catch you?”

I giggled and did nothing to move out of his hold, “It’s not on purpose, but it certainly is more fun.”

“Just admit it—” I raised my eyebrows as Jun leaned his head a little down, “You want me to hold you.”

I raised my chin, to be closer to his face, and returned his little smirk, “Why would I want that when you could do other better things to me?”

Junhui’s eyes narrowed and I blinked up at him, my smirk turning innocent as he chuckled. His hold loosened on my waist as he opened his mouth to speak, but someone interrupted him.

“Is this how you treat your customers?” The officer’s voice rang out as I turned my head, “You leave an old man lying on the cold ground?”

I couldn’t help but throw him a glare as a second ago he wasn’t even willing to help.

“No need to cause a scene, now,” The soft voice alerted a few people as they turned towards the stranger standing next to Mr. Lee. It was Joshua, and he was helping the old man up, “You can’t expect a woman to carry around a drunk, heavy man, officer. Maybe if you helped before they stumbled this wouldn’t have happened.”

A few people started muttering as they threw Joshua various glances, making the officer’s jaw clench. Mr. Lee was on his feet and Joshua dusted his pants a little as the old man tried to stand straight.

“Will you find your way home?” Joshua asked politely, gripping Mr. Lee’s shoulder.

“Yes, sir, yes!” Mr. Lee did a slopy salute and everyone laughed, making Joshua smile. He returned the salute and Mr. Lee turned his body as he started singing loudly. He slowly started walking away and I moved out of Junhui’s hold.

“When did you arrive?” I asked as I faced him, ignoring the glares of the officer.

“A good hour ago.” Jun answered as Joshua approached us.

“Good evening.” He greeted politely and I giggled, letting him place a kiss against my knuckles. When Jun and Joshua shared a look, I realized they knew each other. And suddenly, standing a few feet away, were Seungkwan, Woozi, and Minghao. When my eyes connected with Woozi’s, I realized my suspicions were all along right. The five strangers knew each other, in fact, they traveled here together.

“Well,” I placed my hands on my hips, “Why did you stay outside?”

“There’s nowhere to sit.” Minghao answered with a pout and I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe if you would have tried looking for me, you would have found a table.” Woozi rolled his eyes as I threw them a displeased glare.

“Lead the way, lady, then.” He gestured inside the Inn and I grinned, gripping Joshua and Junhui’s arms to drag them after me. Once inside, the loudness of the Inn was almost deafening after having stood outside for so long. My eyes scanned the space, of course there were no empty tables, but I spotted some empty space at a table. I grinned to myself and lead the way, losing my grip on Junhui a few times as he seemed unable to keep up with my long strides. When we got to the table, it quieted down as Sehun threw his card on top of the stack with a grin.

“I win—”

“Excuse me, you’ll have to share your table!” I informed Sehun and his boys and didn’t wait for an answer as I pushed Joshua down into the empty seat, “You took the biggest table when you don’t even have enough people for it…now, you share it!”

I could hear Woozi cackle behind me as he passed by and patted a glaring Sehun on the back, plopping down next to Joshua. Minghao seemed reluctant to sit at the table but when I released my grip on Jun, he pulled his friend with him and sat them across from Woozi and Joshua.

“Seungkwan, is the name.” He extended his hand towards Sehun, who took it quickly and shook it, Seungkwan’s face all serious and cold. It was different from when him and Woozi came by, it seemed like he knew Sehun was the leader of the band of baboons and wanted to show him he wouldn’t put up with bullshit coming from them tonight. My eyes landed on Jun and he threw me a flirty wink, I blushed.

“Bring over your finest beer, Katie!” He cheered loudly and I chuckled, turning around to bring the beers for him and the rest.

       The Inn was just as full as hours ago, however, it had quieted down a notch as the somewhat sober people headed home and the drunk ones remained. The lousy band departed a long time ago after we gave them free drinks, and finally all workers of the Inn could take a little break. My feet were killing me and the corset of this dress was a lot tighter than I initially thought it would be, my lungs were screaming to be released. But we still had two more hours of work, it had to wait. My eyes scanned over the empty tables, Joy and Luna have cleaned them up already, as they stopped on the biggest table. They were making a mess, three were standing on the table and singing loudly some old song, while the others continued playing cards between each other. Somehow, they got Jun and his friends involved into the game too, however, Sehun lost each round. Which made him angry and therefore it made him drink even more. He disappeared a while ago and I assumed he just went somewhere with a woman, like he does every time he’s here, and would return the next day. My eyes were drawn back at Junhui, who watched me closely the whole night, and I smiled at him. His sharp eyes narrowed before he looked down at his single card in his hand, then threw it on the table. Seungkwan and Woozi started cheering loudly as Junhui smirked and looked at me. He won again and Sehun’s friend pushed a smaller pouch of money onto the table, Woozi grabbed it greedily. I chuckled as Jun winked at me, then turned to look at his sleeping friend. Minghao’s head was resting on the table, he was sitting a bit further from them, as he slept. Joshua was walking around the Inn, which was surprising, and making conversation with people. He even had two men trailing after him as he conversed with various people, sometimes even offered to bring them drinks. Aleksi didn’t like it much, but when Joshua brought the money, they paid, over Aleksi stopped complaining.

“My break is up, go take a breather.” Luna’s voice caught my attention as she walked up to me, tying her small apron around her hips. I hummed and undid my own apron, throwing it at Andrei. He caught it with a hiss, throwing me a small glare. I just shrugged and walked around the counter, downing the glass of water he placed there for me. Andrei and I had a complicated relationship, we weren’t on good terms but we looked out for each other. He helped me get this job when I moved into town but after we started working together, we realized how annoying the other was. I downed another glass of water in one good, humming in appreciation as the water finally washed over the dryness of my throat. My dress had a small pocket, I sew it there, and I tapped it to see if it still contained what I have placed there at the beginning of my shift. When I felt the thick object, I headed to the backdoor and pushed it open, the chilly air of morning greeting me. It was refreshing to be outside after a night of running around and pleasing everyone, I would have to wash up before going to sleep as I had sweat more than usual this time. I fished the match and tobacco out of my little pocket, leaning against the wooden planks of the Inn. I lit the match and placed the tobacco in my mouth, sucking on it hard to make it light up. Tobacco was expensive, I would smoke it from time to time if the girls had it, but Junhui and his friends left so much money during their visits that I could finally afford to buy one for myself. The taste burned the back of my neck and I coughed quietly as I let it settle, blowing out the smoke. Finally, I had time to think and rest. I was expecting Junhui to approach me at some point of the night, but all he did was constantly order drinks and he’d refuse to take them unless it was me serving them. I could feel the tension between him and Sehun, as both were immersed in playing cards, and both were cheating. Sehun finally found his match. I chuckled when I remembered how pissed Sehun looked after the third round was won by Jun once again, and looked at my half-finished tobacco. I quickly put it out, not wanting to smoke it in one go. I could save it for later when I was chilling in my room. I placed it back into my pocket and leaned my head against the wooden planks, staring up at the starry sky. It was turning a lighter shade as the sun would soon rise. My quiet peace of moment came to an end when someone’s body heat invaded mine. I straightened up as I looked the person in the eyes, grimacing.

“Finally got you alone…” Sehun’s raspy voice was low, his eyes were narrowed as he still wasn’t sober enough.

“Did you want to get me alone?” I raised my eyebrows, off-thrown by his statement.

“Well…what do you think?” He asked with a chuckle, leaning one hand against the Inn, trapping me between him and the wall.

“I think…” I bit my lower lip, glancing away, “That you’re really annoying and a douchebag.”

Sehun started laughing as I looked back at him with a glare, crossing my arms in front of my chest, “Come on…stop playing so hard to get now. I know you dressed up just for me—”

“What?!” I snapped outraged, scoffing, “You wish, rich filth, I don’t give a damn about you!”

“You’re always so rude!” Sehun suddenly exclaimed, and I jumped before I quickly pushed him back. His tallness was intimidating and he used it to his advantage as he stepped back and gripped onto my hair.

“Let go!” I screamed, clawing at his arm, trying to free myself.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He hissed out and my eyes widened when I felt his other hand trying to undo the front of my dress. I yelped and gripped his hand, pushing him again. His grip on my hair was painful as I struggled against him but I didn’t care, I wanted to free myself.

“Sehun!” I yelped when he gripped my jaw tightly and slammed me against the wooden planks, my head colliding with them. I groaned and fisted his shirt, trying to still push him away. This wasn’t anything new, men did this often, but I didn’t want his filthy hands on me. Especially since it was Sehun. I knew he’d be bragging about it to everyone, I didn’t want this. Suddenly, there was a new voice that exclaimed in a different language and I struggled more against Sehun, knowing who it was.

“Piece of shit!” This time I understood what he said, and the next second Sehun was pushed off me. Junhui and Sehun stared up each other and in a swift motion, Junhui landed a punch to his jaw. Sehun stumbled backwards, clutching the area, as he turned to look at me.

“Whore.” Was all he said before he turned around and ran off. I scoffed and spat on the ground, angered by his words.

“You throw yourself at me but I’m the whore?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, hopeful that everyone would hear it, as I took deep breaths to calm myself.

“Katie,” Junhui’s voice was soft and I looked at him taken aback, “Did he hurt you?”

“Nothing I’m not used to…” I muttered and undid the ribbon that kept my braid together. Junhui followed my hands with his eyes as I ran my fingers through my wavy hair, massaging the back of my head where I hit it.

“Does he bother you often?” Junhui continued asking and I shook my head with a sigh.

“Not like this.” I answered and attempted to smooth down my, now wrinkled, dress. Why did I even wear it? Junhui is just a tourist, he will be soon gone, and for all I know, he might just be a little bit overly flirty. Why do I always assume people find me attractive?

“Tell me where he lives and I’ll make sure he won’t set foot inside this place ever again.” Junhui’s sharp eyes were narrowed and I laughed as I leaned back against the wooden planks.

“You’re funny!”

“I’m being serios.” I chuckled embarrassed and looked away from Jun, gazing at my feet. He sighed and approached me, taking Sehun’s previous place. This time, I wasn’t bothered. I went stiff when his hands ran up my arms and hovered over my chest. I looked up into his eyes and he gulped as he averted his gaze.

“He undid it…” He muttered, voice weak, and I smiled, “It’s a—pretty dress.”

I giggled and looked down to see his fingers delicately tying the dress back together, “Thank you, I wore it because I hoped you’d come tonight.”

Junhui paused and I smiled at him innocently, “You did ask me to sign you up as first customer on the ‘special treats’ list, didn’t you?”

Junhui opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t as he gulped again, it made me giggle once again. I took his hands away from the top of my dress and placed them around my hips, pulling Jun into me.

“It seems like you really like holding me.” I teased him with a grin and he rolled his eyes, sneaking his arms around my hips tightly. His eyes dropped onto my lips and I quickly licked them, pressing up onto my tip toes to connect our lips. My eyes fluttered closed as Junhui’s lips pressed back against mine eagerly. His lips were cold and rough, he tasted like all the alcohol he’s been drinking all night, but I wasn’t bothered. My arms sneaked around his shoulders as I urged him to lean lower down so that I wouldn’t have to stand on my toes and made a surprised noise when he tried to push his tongue into my mouth. His scent was mixed with sweat and aloe vera, a very weird scent indeed. I opened my mouth to grant him access and he moaned as he sucked on my tongue, making me suck in a harsh breath. He pushed me up against the wooden planks, trapping me further between himself and the Inn, my body curving up into his. I moaned and pulled on the ends of his hair when he groped my breast through my dress, squeezing it appreciatively. Perhaps I wasn’t so wrong this time, this handsome stranger might have found me pretty attractive as he still hasn’t pushed me away.

One week ago, Monday

           The Inn was closed for today, Aleksi wanted to do a thorough clean as Saturday’s little party left a big mess. Besides, he now had enough money to repair the bathroom for the workers and rebuild the back of the barn, where the wooden planks had rotten over time. Andrei and him were busy, they probably wouldn’t finish by dusk but with the money, he could afford to call over a few men tomorrow to finish the construction instead of them. Only Luna and I worked today, as they other girls asked for a free day and well…I live upstairs, so I really had no excuse but to come and work. And Luna…she hates her husband nowadays so she spends most of her time at the Inn with me. Which kind of brought us closer, I didn’t really have friends in this town. I didn’t have the time nor the energy to invest it into making connections.

I let a sigh fall from my lips as I finally finished scrubbing the floor clean, it was practically shinning now. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it this clean…what a pity it’ll be ruined by tomorrow. Luna was singing along to the soft tunes of the radio, cleaning off the storage room as she had finished with the bar already.

“You’re in a good mood.” I commented as I raised to my feet, approaching the woman. She glanced back at me with a cheeky smile before giggling.

“Indeed, I am.”

“Well…won’t you tell me why?” I pressed on, my curious nature pushing through. Luna sighed before she turned to face me, leaning against the shelf.

“Yunho was called to work in the mines that are five hours from here.” She answered with a grin, sighing dreamily, “I finally get to be on my own—for two months!”

I chuckled and raised my eyebrows, feeling a little confused, “Isn’t that bad though? Working in mines is dangerous nowadays…”

“Oh, please!” She exclaimed, rolling her eyes as she turned back to the shelf to continue scrubbing it, “I don’t even care if he never comes back. He’s a sick bastard! I’m done bending to his wishes, everything is about him all the time!”

I hummed and rubbed my hands together, trying to warm them after they froze from having to rub the floor with cold water, “Didn’t you marry him because you loved him?”

“That was five years ago!” Luna laughed, shaking her head, “Nothing lasts forever, you know, Y/N…”

I hummed and bit my lower lip, thoughts flying to Junhui. Indeed, nothing lasts forever. I’m not even sure he’s still in town. After we kissed, he left without a word and by the time I went inside, everyone who came with him were also gone. It was really disappointing, I thought I’d get to spend more time with him. Maybe, get to know him better, maybe, we’d end up sending letters to each other. It was nice to dream.

“Y/N?” I looked at Luna questioningly, not having heard what she said, “I asked…how are things going with lover boy?”

“Lover boy?” I asked confused, thoughts instantly swerving to Sehun. Maybe she heard me scream after him or maybe Sehun already started spreading lies about what happened.

“The handsome foreigner!” Luna exclaimed, coming to stand in front of me, and gripped my hands into hers, “Please! I saw the looks you exchanged and—”

“And…what?” I urged her on to speak as I watched a mischievous smirk spread on the woman’s lips.

“And…I saw you two having that very fiery make-out behind the Inn on Friday.” My cheeks suddenly felt hot and I averted my eyes from Luna’s, looking anywhere but at her.

“Look who’s shy now!” Luna teased and I rolled my eyes, snatching my hands out of hers.

“Shut up…” I muttered embarrassed, taking a few steps away from her.

“Honey, I’m glad you’re finally enjoying yourself. All you do is work and run away from people—”

“That’s not true!” I opposed with a scowl but Luna just chuckled.

“Sure, honey…besides, he seemed like a genuine man.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, hearing the front doorbell ring, “He’s also probably gone by now and I’m—”

“Anyone there?” My throat closed up and my eyes went wide as Luna smirked, retreating back inside the storage room.

“Go!” She whisper-shouted, quietly closing the door. I scoffed but walked to the front quickly, eyes falling on the tall young man. He wore clean clothes, his hair was a bit tousled, and he held his hat in his hands in front of his torso.

“Hello,” I offered him a shy smile, “We’re currently closed, maybe tomorrow—”

“I’m not here to drink.” Junhui’s words cut me off and I gulped, hope filling my thoughts. Was he here to see me? Maybe he’ll ask me to go with him on his journey? Will I finally be free?!

“I heard there’s a lodge attached to this Inn; I’d like to rent a room for a few days.” Oh. I cleared my throat and tried to mask how disappointed I felt hearing his words.

“Yeah, you heard right, Junhui, we have a lodge…” I muttered and went to the bar, “What kind of room do you want?”

“Fitting for a person.” He answered quickly as he came closer, leaning against the counter as I crouched down to search for the keys.

“One person?” I asked as I grabbed one key, “Aren’t you traveling in five?”

Jun looked away before clearing his throat, “The others are staying somewhere else, I—didn’t find a room there—”

“Right.” I gave him a look as I straightened up. He was lying, I knew it by the way he avoided eye contact and played with his fingers. But who was I to ask anything? He was acting like the kiss didn’t even happen, so, I didn’t know how else to act but oblivious.

“Follow me.” I called as I walked around the counter and headed for the stairs leading upstairs. Junhui was hot on my tail and I glanced back to see him raise an eyebrow at me.

“Anything wrong?” He asked wonderingly and I shook my head, biting my lower lip.

“No, nothing in particular,” I lied as we went up to the third floor, “Just—aren’t you afraid to travel during these times?”

“Why? Should I be?” Junhui asked with a chuckle and I shrugged again as we came into the long hallway, on both sides, numerous doors stood to our service.

“The sheriffs have estimated the group of five bandits was headed this town…and…well, no one has been really traveling ever since they started robbing out of fear of getting robbed as well.” I spoke as I lead Junhui down the long hallway.

“Are you trying to assume something here?” Jun asked with a chuckle, but his voice held an accusatory undertone to it, and I shrugged again. We stopped in front of room nr. 888 and I pushed the key into the hole to unlock the door.

“I don’t know…does it sound like I’m assuming something?” I muttered, more to myself, as Jun walked in after me, “I don’t know, honestly…It’s just weird the five of you show up here, you are strangers to this town, and one of you is called Seungkwan. Don’t you think? I’m not trying to accuse you of anything, I’ve just been thinking—”

The door was suddenly slammed closed behind me and Junhui was standing in front of me in a second, his hand gripping my neck tightly as I was walked backwards and into the door. The collision wasn’t as harsh as with Sehun, Junhui’s eyes have darkened and his expression was fierce, but I didn’t feel threatened right now.

“Thinking is dangerous, Y/N…” My eyes widened a bit at the hearing of my real name, Jun’s lips pulled into a cocky smirk.

“How do you know?” I whispered, feeling a bit lightheaded by the hold he had on my neck but also by his closeness. He still carried the scent of aloe verra and it was so foreign that it felt intoxicating.

“From Joshua, of course,” Junhui chuckled and I gripped his wrist, trying to loosen his grip, “Now…this can go two ways, sweetheart. You either shut up and keep this revelation to yourself or—I will have to get rid of you…”

“What?!” I exclaimed quietly, eyes growing wider than ever before, the air leaving my lungs from shock, “You’re—the—bandits—”

“Why are you acting so surprised?” Junhui chuckled as his finger started stroking the skin of my neck, “Didn’t you just accuse me of—”

Junhui stopped talking, realizing his mistake, and I remained gaping.

“I didn’t accuse you of anything! I was just…assuming?” Junhui hissed and closed his eyes, letting go of my neck. I rubbed the skin with my own hand and took two deep breaths, watching a distressed Junhui.

“Fuck!” He hissed to himself, opening his eyes to look at me. He didn’t step back, and I didn’t move away either. I wanted to be close to him.

“Listen, I—”

“If you tell anyone, Y/N, I swear I will kill you.” His voice dropped octaves and became dangerous, finally, I felt like a prey and a shiver ran down my spine, “I don’t care how pretty and nice you are—I will kill you.”

Realization dawned on me, that in fact, the man standing in front of me wasn’t any kind of tourist. He really is part of the bandit group. He is a bandit, himself. I gulped and licked my lips, trying to mask how nervous I felt.

“I won’t tell anyone—”

“How can I know that?” He snapped, but it felt like he was more frustrated with himself than me.

“I—” I huffed, running a hand through my hair, “You can’t. You will have to trust me, I guess.”

“But can I trust you?” Junhui’s gaze latched onto mine and I felt hypnotized.

“Maybe.” I muttered and my eyes fell on his lips when he sighed out. I knew he saw it when he took a tiny step, to be even closer to me.

“What if…” A smirk came onto his lips and my heart started racing as he looked me up and down, “I offer you something in exchange of keeping our secret?”

My skin felt on fire when Junhui’s fingers trailed over my exposed collarbones, coming to rest on the front of my dress, “I don’t need anything to keep your—”

My words got muffled by Junhui’s lips pressing on mine and I reacted instantly, fingers curling into his hair. The next thing I knew, I was naked, and then, Junhui’s naked body was laying on top of mine, moving in sink with mine. I tried to keep quiet, but no one’s ever made me feel what Junhui did. My heart was beating furiously the whole time and Junhui’s skin felt on fire as he kissed my lips hungrily. And then, I realized, maybe I liked this man a little bit too much. This bandit…how was I going to let go of him now?

One week ago, Wednesday

           It was lunch time but the Inn was unnaturally buzzing with people. Most people only came in to get their shot of vodka for the day, but some came to have lunch. Most were working men from the market as this was all they could afford; the Inn wasn’t expensive and they loved it here. I wiped a few glasses clean as Andrei poured some liquor into three tall glasses, calling out my name.

“What?” I muttered as I walked over, looking at him tiredly. I haven’t slept much ever since Junhui’s last visit. My heart raced every time I thought of him and what we had done, and I couldn’t help it but feel sad. Now I knew he was one of the bandits, I never even considered telling anyone, but I knew once they made their robbery they would leave and I’d have no one once again. I longed to have someone who would comfort me and love me, but I accepted that I just wasn’t meant to experience these things. Junhui’s room was right above mine and him walking around and dragging something heavy against the floor for the past two nights made it also hard to sleep.

“Our little new friends ordered these.” Andrei’s finger was pointing at a table of five people. Seungkwan, Woozi, Joshua, Minghao, Jun. I hummed and took the glasses placed on a tray and walked over to their table. Their previous conversation ceased as all eyes fell on me and I gulped nervously as I placed the glasses on their table.

“A bit early to be drinking liquor, isn’t it?” I tried to joke, ease the tension, but it didn’t do anything. Seungkwan and Woozi were glaring daggers at me and it actually scared me, even Joshua had a cold expression as he reached for a glass. Minghao wasn’t paying attention to me as he was muttering something to himself, he was also scribbling something on a paper. And Junhui sighed quietly and placed a hand on my waist to squeeze it swiftly, before grabbing a glass to drink the liquor from it.

“Well…” I cleared my throat and turned to walk away, “Raise your hands if you need anything else.”

“What I need is you keeping your damn mouth shut.” Woozi’s voice was low as he snapped and I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back the tremor of my hands. He was scary, too scary, as he stared me dead in the eyes with the most vicious glare I have ever seen.

“Seriously!” Junhui snapped, slamming a fist onto the table, “I told you I took care of her!”

“How?” Woozi chuckled and Minghao glanced at Junhui then at me, and then proceeded to ignore what was happening.

“I have my ways—”

“Pushing your dick down someone’s throat is not a very convincing way, Junhui.” This time it was Seungkwan who snapped and I gulped, averting my eyes at the accusation. That didn’t happen, even if we had sex. It wasn’t their business what Junhui and I do behind closed doors.

“Shut up.” Junhui snapped, his eyes glaring at both Woozi and Seungkwan threateningly, “Don’t mind them, go do your work.”

I nodded my head slightly and then bolted back to the counter, coming to stand next to Andrei. He was preparing a few drinks and I placed the tray down for him to take when he was done. I went to wash my hands and took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart and push back the tears that threatened to escape my eyes. I wasn’t expecting their personalities to take such a turn, but I guess I was a threat to them now. I wouldn’t tell anyone, but I guess they couldn’t just blindly trust me like that. Maybe they are planning my death and that’s why they are here, to observe my every move. I groaned at my thoughts and ran my fingers through my wavy hair, deciding to braid it really quick. I was fed up with always getting disrespected by men and I hated how they could always make comments freely without anyone telling them they were inappropriate. If I wasn’t afraid of Woozi and Seungkwan, I would’ve told them a piece of my mind, but once again, that’s never a good idea.

The bell chimed and I looked up to see two officers walking in. One was the same officer who was here on Friday night and didn’t help with Mr. Lee. His eyes swept over the place as the other officer walked around the tables which were occupied. The familiar officer, however, was headed straight our way. Andrei groaned and gave me a side glance.

“Did you do something?” He hissed lowly and I shook my head quickly, straightening my back when the officer stopped across from us.

“Hello.” Andrei greeted with a half-hearted smile and I bowed my head a little bit, eyes falling on the other officer for a split second. He was talking to everyone who was sitting at the tables and I suddenly felt hotter, like I was inside an oven.

“Yeah, yeah…” The officer muttered rudely and then placed a crumbled piece of paper on the counter for us to see. It was the newspaper from last week, the one that was talking about the five bandits headed our town.

“I’m sure you all know by now the bandits are headed this way, have you seen any suspicious movements? Heard anything?” The officer continued and I was itching to look towards the table Junhui was sitting at, but I was afraid it would trigger something in the officer that would make him realize it was them.

“Not really,” Andrei shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “People say a lot of crazy things, but nothing about the bandits.”

“And you?” The officer’s eyes landed on me and I gulped nervously, hiding my trembling hands behind my back as I corrected my posture and opened my mouth to speak.

“There’s five strangers here,” The other officer approached us, cutting me off before I could even say something, “They say they arrived last week and will be leaving this Friday. Apparently, they are some travelers looking for some old artifacts or something like that.”

“Yes,” I spoke up before anyone could say anything else, I cringed at how loud my voice sounded suddenly, “They told me the same thing. I heard they found some old vases in one of their researches! They’ve been renting a room here, even attended the parties last week.”

I made sure to maintain eye contact with the officers as best as I could, to keep my voice leveled and my expression clear and soft. My heart was beating like crazy and my hands were shaking a lot more now, but I tried to ignore those. If I said anything wrong their cover would be screwed up and then I for sure would be dead by tomorrow. Andrei gave me a confused glance but when the officers looked at him questioningly, to confirm what I said, he just shrugged.

“I was on a leave for the past month, only returned recently, so what she says must be true.” I almost sighed out in relief but managed to catch myself before doing it.

“Very well then,” One of the officer’s said as his eyes ran over the place again, my eyes followed his and I smiled a little when I saw Junhui’s table laughing about something, clanking their glasses together, no doubt pretending like they were having fun.

“We’ll be going.” The same officer spoke and turned around to leave. The familiar officer gave me a look, as if he sensed I was lying, but turned and walked out with his partner. I finally relaxed and let a breath out, I felt Andrei’s confused gaze on me.

“Did you lie to them?” He asked skeptically, going back to doing what he was before the officers interrupted us.

“What? Why would I?” I scoffed and wiped my brows, unaware of the sweat that has accumulated there. Andrei just shrugged in response and my eyes inevitably fell on Junhui’s table. Joshua and Minghao were gone but I made eye contact with Woozi. He raised his glass, an amused smirk on his lips, as he tilted it in my direction. Seungkwan also looked smug and when I made eye contact with Junhui I felt a sense of calmness wash over me, as if I just passed an important evaluation. I guess Woozi and Seungkwan were pleased that I didn’t rat them out. When the doorbell chimed again, Joshua and Minghao were holding some big bags in both of their hands as they walked inside. Junhui rose from the table and he played with the keys to his room as he approached the two men, leading the way upstairs. He gave me one last look, and a tiny smile, before all three men disappeared upstairs. I let out a small sigh and took the tray with the drinks when Andrei complained about me being as slow as a snail. They were planning something, and suddenly I was feeling uneasy about knowing who they really were. Was I putting myself in danger indirectly?

Present time

           My head snapped up at the sudden sounds echoing through the cold hallway. It sounded like two people struggling and the echo that carried their words here made no sense. My heart started beating quickly and my fingers latched onto the cold bars of the prison cell. I didn’t know what was happening and when keys startled rattling, I knew the end has come for me. This was it; I was going to die at the age of twenty-five for being the accomplice of a robbery. I shut my eyes closed tightly and took deep breaths as heavy footsteps neared me, the sound almost maddening as it felt like forever. I didn’t dare look nor breathe when I felt eyes on me, I didn’t even know how to react. I didn’t want to show fear, but when the cell was unlocked, my whole body started trembling. And then I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Please!” My voice broke, but I still tried to speak, “I didn’t know! I swear I wasn’t helping them—”

I yelped when a strong grip on my forearm yanked me forward, and I didn’t want to open my eyes, but I was afraid I was going to fall and proceed to look even worse.

“Calm down.” My heart somersaulted at the calming voice and my eyes snapped open. Before I could control myself, I jumped into Junhui’s arms, gripping his shirt like my life depended on him. Quite ironically, it did depend on him right now.

“What are you doing here?!” I gasped, unable to let go of him, I was afraid I’d collapse to the ground.

“To get you out, of course.” Jun’s voice was hurried as I felt him move around before pushing me slightly off him, “I know you’re scared, but we have to go now, if we want to get away. Can you gather yourself and do as I say?”

I was still shaking but I took a deep breath and tried to reassure myself that I was capable of doing this. If I didn’t, I would die. And I wasn’t ready to die, not yet, not when I had Junhui in front of me.

“Yes.” We made eye contact and Jun’s lips pulled into a small smile, he patted my head affectionately. I stepped away from him and Jun’s eyes ran over my body quickly, stopping on the end of my skirt. I looked down confused and got even more confused when he kneeled down and gripped the fabric.

“You can’t run in this.” He muttered and suddenly, my dress was getting torn apart. I gasped but didn’t try to stop him, he was right, the long skirt didn’t offer much mobility for my legs. Jun ripped the fabric up until my knees, the feeling was weird, I supposed the dress now looked really ugly. It wasn’t just dirty, but torn too. Junhui stood up and remained still for a second, but then he pressed a quick kiss against my lips and my heart started racing. Did this mean I was going with them?

“Let’s go.” An excited grin appeared on his lips and I took his extended hand, but couldn’t share his enthusiasm. I was supposed to die a few minutes ago, I was still supposed to be dead, if they catch us for the second time. My heart raced as Junhui ran us through the hallways, towards the door through which light flooded the dark and cold dungeon. We were breaking free.

Earlier today, around 9 a.m.

           My attention was drawn towards the ruckus coming from the stairs that led upstairs. Aleksi was in the storage room so I allowed myself to abandon washing the dishes and walk to the stairs to see what was happening. My lips formed into a pout as I watched Woozi pull a heavy looking bag after him on the floor, which was the one causing the ruckus. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched him confused while he descended the stairs.

“What are you doing?” I asked, curiosity lacing my tone. Woozi’s head snapped up and he looked at me, his eyes narrowed into intimidating slits. I gulped and pushed myself away from the railing, not wanting to piss him off so early in the morning.

“None of your business.” He snapped with authority in his voice and I nodded once, stepping away.

“Right, sorry…” I muttered and went back to washing the dishes, ignoring the second pair of boots that loudly descended the stairs. The front door opened and Woozi was outside, leaving me alone in the Inn with Junhui. I didn’t turn around when I felt his eyes on me, if Aleksi was to come back now and see that I wasn’t doing my duties, he’d be really angry.

“Y/N,” Junhui quietly called out, knowing it was just the two of us inside for now, “I have something to ask of you.”

I sighed but didn’t turn around to face him, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone. Even after you disappear…I’ll bring this secret with myself to my grave, I suppose.”

Junhui hummed and remained silent for a few seconds before I heard him sighing, “That’s not what I wanted to ask of you…today…just stay around the Inn, alright? If you want to walk around town, just stay here instead, it’s safer.”

“Whatever you say.” I muttered, drying my hands as I finished washing the dishes.

“And…I wish we had more time to spend together…” I turned to face Junhui, and was surprised when he actually looked sad, “Your company is really pleasant, I think…I think we could have been something more…”

I chuckled and crossed my arms in front of my chest, ignoring the pang in my chest, “Well, yeah…our lifestyles don’t match, I guess. Don’ worry, this happens all the time. I’m sure you’ll find a pretty woman in the next town and forget about me…I’m better off alone, after all.”

Junhui didn’t comment anything further, he just gulped and nodded his head in agreement. The words I said didn’t fit well with me, but after all, I was just saying the truth. I haven’t known this man for long, but he was the first one to respect my boundaries and the first one who didn’t look down on me. It was a nice feeling, but nothing lasts forever.

“Goodbye.” He whispered and I offered him a last smile, disappointed we were parting ways this way.

“Goodbye, Junhui.” His lips pulled into a tight line at the hear of his name and he walked away with a sigh, not looking back. I pursed my lips and looked around the empty place, what if I went with him? Would the others allow me to join him? Would I want to become a bandit myself? But before I could dwell more on these thoughts, Aleksi was standing right next to me.

“Why are you standing there and doing nothing?” He raised his eyebrows and I cleared my throat, evening my expression.

“The guy who occupied room nr.888 just left, I’ll go clean up.” I muttered to Aleksi and walked around the counter, headed for the stairs.

“Good, and after that, go to the market,” He extended his hand and pushed a piece of paper into my hand, “We are running low on a few supplies.”

“Sure…” I muttered and placed the piece of paper into my small pocket, heading up the stairs.

Earlier today, around 1 p.m.

           It was a sunny day and the hot sun shone down on us. I was covered in sweat already and I have barely left the Inn five minutes ago. The market was just around the corner so I didn’t have to walk much, which was to my benefit as I wouldn’t have to carry the heavy things for a long time. The market was buzzing with people, sellers and buyers, and the cacophony was worse than most nights at the Inn. I avoided bumping into a woman and her three children as I side stepped them and my eyes fell on the National Bank from across the street. People were coming and going casually, everyone minding their own business. I sighed and stopped at the first stand to buy the vegetables Aleksi had written on the list. My eyes fell on the blonde-haired boy sitting to the back, in the shadow, and I smiled at him.

“Miss Katie!” He exclaimed with a smile, offering me a small wave.

“Enjoying your day off, Little James?” I asked with a chuckle and the young boy nodded with a grin.

“The kid runs so fast he delivers the newspaper way faster than I ever could,” Big James spoke up as he filled my bag with potatoes, “Figured he deserved a day off.”

“That’s nice of you,” I said politely, handing him the money, “He’s a hard-working kid!”

“Like you, Katie!” Big James winked at me and I walked away with a small laugh, eyes falling on the flower stand. It was standing on the side of the Bank and I couldn’t help it but walk there. I always loved flowers, sometimes I would buy some and sneak them inside my room. Aleksi didn’t know about them because I bought them from the money, he gave me to purchase the items he needed. If he were to find out, I’d probably be kicked out, something I didn’t wish for.

“Hello!” The lady offered me a warm smile and I bowed my head in greeting as I touched the petals of the lilies. They were beautiful and I let out a small sigh, glancing down at the money in my other hand. Should I buy some for myself? Would Aleksi notice this time? He didn’t give me much money, maybe I shouldn’t—suddenly screams erupted and as I looked towards the noise, a loud BANG went off and next thing I knew I was thrown to the ground. My side was throbbing as I lay on the sandy ground and my ears were ringing like never before. I was shocked to see people laying on the ground around me, even some of the flowers littered around me. I was confused as I pushed myself up to all fours, trying to gain a sense of the situation. What has happened? Why does everyone look so scared and disoriented and why can’t I hear anything expect the ringing in my ears? I tried to get up to my feet, but I felt a little light headed so I took deep breaths, closing my eyes. But next thing I knew, someone crashed into my body and I cried out, my side throbbing even more. The person said something, I couldn’t understand from the ringing still going on, and then I was roughly hauled up and I froze when I felt something cold pressing against my temple. Suddenly, I became aware of the sirens in the distance and I became even more scared when I saw various vendors pointing their shotguns in my direction. I didn’t understand what was happening, why was I being held at gunpoint? The voices started coming back, my hearing clearing, and then I understood everything.

“If anyone dares to move even one inch, I will shoot this woman to death!” My capturer screamed at the top of his lungs, squeezing my side, making me cry out in pain. The body holding me was solid and firm, I wanted to look who was holding me, but I was afraid if I moved, I’d be dead.

“Leave Katie alone and we can talk this through!” It was Big James, his eyes were narrowed, he was the only one not pointing his shotgun at me directly.

My capturer laughed crazily behind me and I shivered, “You think I’ll fall for that?!”

I whimpered and turned my head slightly when he pressed his chin, which was covered with something, against my cheek, “If you don’t come with me, I will kill you.”

My lips were trembling and I raised my hands in surrender, showing everyone, I was unarmed, “He—he said he’ll—let me go, if—if you don’t shoot—”

The man holding me made an appreciative sound and pulled his head away from me, “Move and you’ll never see Katie again!”

I whimpered again, biting my lower lip when his hand left my side to grip my forearm. The grip was strong and I felt fragile as the man started running, pulling me after him. The shotguns went off and I cried out in fear of getting hit by a bullet, but the man holding me swerved around and made us run behind the bank. As we were running, my eyes fell on the side of the building, and I was shocked to see a huge hole in it. They blew up the bank! These were the bandits! Eyes falling on the man that finally slowed down as we came to a stop next to a black car, I realized it was Woozi. I jumped when he opened the backdoor and pushed me inside harshly, making me hit my face in the cushion. Suddenly, he was sitting inside and the engine of the car was ignited to life and put into movement. I sat up straight in the seat, I’ve never sat inside a car before, my whole-body trembling in fear as I bit my lower rip, trying to stop myself from crying. It was quiet inside the car and I realized five men were sitting inside. Three in the front, the seats were connected, and two on the backseat with me. I knew immediately who they were and it made me more fearful.

“Will—will you kill me?” I choked out and one whipped his head around, his eyes being the only thing I could see through the rag that he wore as a mask to protect his identity.

“I don’t know, should we?” I shook my head furiously ‘no’ and someone hissed.

“Stop fucking around with her! She’s already scared shitless!” Junhui snapped from the driver’s seat and my heart started thumping furiously.

“Why did you even take her?” Joshua’s soft voice was cold and I looked down at my lap.

“She was good distraction, I only got away because the town people didn’t want to shoot her.” Woozi said and suddenly Seungkwan started cackling loudly, throwing his head back. I didn’t understand what was so funny but I didn’t want to find out.

“What are we going to do with her?” Minghao muttered, glancing at me from beside me. I looked away and prayed to myself no one would say ‘kill her’.

“We’ll think about that later!” Junhui snapped before the others could say anything else. And then suddenly, loud sirens could be heard coming from behind us and I turned my head to see the sheriff’s car chasing after ours. Then gunshots rang through, the boys screamed at each other inside the car, and then all I could remember was a loud screeching noise, and the car in the air flipping over. Then, I woke up in a prison cell all alone, hurt and scared.

Present time

           Junhui and I had to be silent as we ran through the corridors of the station, having successfully escaped from the dungeon. Jun was guiding me from behind and as we rounded the corner, I ran into a solid body. My cry was silent as my face was pressed into the chest of the man, but before I could start further panicking and making a scene, Junhui pulled me away and I saw it was Joshua. He gave me a glare before exchanging a glance with Junhui and disappearing around the corner.

“What are we doing?” I whispered confused to Jun, raising my eyebrows at him as I pressed myself up against the wall.

“Breaking out.” Junhui answered with a chuckle, looking around the corner. Then he gripped my hand into his and we were running down the long hallway once again, coming to a stop in front of the closed door.

“Listen, once we get out…nothing is guaranteed. Are you ready to make this commitment?” Junhui’s voice was low, warning but reassuring at the same time. I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes as I let the breath out slowly.

“Do you promise not to abandon me then? Will you let me become one of you?” I whispered at Jun, squeezing his hand.

“We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” A smirk pulled onto his lips and I mirrored him, suddenly feeling excited about the promise of a new life.

The door got cracked open suddenly and I jumped scared, looking at Jun, “If you’re done being disgusting, take this.”

It was Woozi and he pushed a handgun into my hand, then another one. I looked at Junhui confused as he took one but left the other for me.

“Don’t shoot any of us—the rest we don’t care about.” My mouth fell open as Woozi opened the door and pulled me outside, shielding my body as he looked around.

“Coast is clear.” He muttered almost so quietly I didn’t hear him, “We only have to get to that car.”

It was the sheriff’s car and it was a good one-hundred-fifteen meters away from where we were standing. I readied myself to run, when suddenly a bullet wheezed past our heads. I screamed and ducked down, Junhui and Woozi forming a barrier around me.

“Fuck, they noticed too quickly!” Junhui hissed as we were ducking behind some old wood kept for heating in the winter.

“Whatever, we have to go!” Woozi shook his head and turned his head to look at me, “You start running first and we’ll make sure you don’t get shot, yeah?”

“What?!” I exclaimed but before what he said could settle in, I was pushed forward and even almost faceplanted into the dirt. Gunshots almost immediately went off and I screamed as I scurried off the ground and started running. I couldn’t help but scream the whole time, gun waving around in my hand, until I got to the car. I rammed into the side of it, chest rising and falling as I tried to shield myself from any further danger, but the shooting didn’t stop even for a second. The driver’s door got thrown open and suddenly I could see Jun and Woozi running our way. They were running in zig-zag as they sprinted towards the car and my eyes widened when one officer, the one I was familiar with, started running after them with his shotgun raised high. My heart thumped wildly and all I could think of was, what if he shoots Junhui? With trembling hands, I raised my arms, gripping the handgun with both tightly, and stepped away from the little safety the car offered. And then I started firing as well, on the verge of screaming once again. But as Junhui jumped inside the car, I pulled the trigger for the last time, and got dragged inside the car by Woozi. My eyes widened when I saw the officer falling to the ground with a loud cry, holding onto his leg. The car door got slammed shut and almost immediately we took off, kicking up dirt behind us. I remained looking ahead shocked, unphased by the dangerous maneuvers Junhui was making. I just shot a man. And then suddenly, everyone in the car was cheering loudly. I yelped when my back was patted roughly by Seungkwan, who was sitting in the back, a wide grin on his lips.

“Welcome to your new life, Y/N.” Seungkwan said with a smirk and a breathy chuckle left my lips as I looked at the five men sitting inside the car.

“I just shot a man!”

“Won’t be your last time.” Joshua said with a proud smirk and I couldn’t say anything.

I never thought my life would turn into this, but oh boy, this was the best choice I made after leaving my hometown.

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