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The Doll House - A Geto Suguru x Reader Fanfic Part 2

You sell yourself to a brothel to feed your family and Geto Suguru is in charge of training you to be the perfect submissive sex doll.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Geto’s. I’m not sure how many parts it will have. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Dubcon. Submission. Extreme humiliation. Voyeurism. Light degradation. Masturbation. Oral sex. Deep throating. Fingering. Public nudity. Lots of implied stuff with the other trainers. This is the “meet all the trainers” part. Divider by @benkeibear!

Suguru awakens to find his new doll in his bed, curled up to him in her sleep, her soft naked body warm against his. He raises up and looks at her sleeping face, already feeling guilty for the things he’ll be doing to her today.

It was her bad luck that he was the only available trainer when she arrived. Well, better him than Sukuna he supposed, but she truly is a bad match for him. She’s naturally very shy and sensitive, making his humiliation-based training particularly hard for her.

He doesn’t want to hurt her. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but preparing her for her life as a doll is the kindest thing he can do for her now that she’s already signed the contract. Without proper training and preparation, the next ten years will be hell for her.

The early days of training are critical. It’s when boundaries and trust are established. One of the main elements of his style of training is building trust. She has to trust her master, to believe her master won’t hurt her, to look to her master for safety. Only then can she fully submit and give herself completely.

To facilitate this, Suguru insists his doll remain naked during the training. Part of it is the humiliation angle, but more important is establishing for the doll that she can be totally vulnerable with him, and that he will protect her even when she has literally no other barrier against the rest of the world. And to drive that point home, he has to parade her around the house, letting the other trainers leer at her, but not allowing anyone to touch her. A couple of the trainers help him out with this, pretending to be more threatening than they actually are just so that he can appear more protective.

She’s going to hate that. She’s probably going to cry. Fuck, why would a sweet young virgin like her come here in the first place? What was she thinking? She mentioned taking care of her family. He supposes that was a good enough reason if they were desperate, but it still bothers him.

He climbs out of bed and stretches, then looks at her again. He’s already crossed a line he, as a trainer, shouldn’t have crossed. For his particular training, he never allows a doll to sleep in his bed with him. He’s supposed to be firm, unyielding, uncaring. In the past, if he’s shown even the smallest amount of compassion, it’s led to dolls becoming emotionally attached to him. That’s the cruelest thing that could happen to a doll, because they can’t stay with him.

So when he senses that a doll might be developing feelings for him, he begins treating them more roughly, more coldly, and that usually nips the problem in the bud.

But on the very first night, he let her sleep in his bed? Is he going mad? That’s a recipe for disaster and he knows it. So today, he won’t give an inch. He’ll be hard and cold as stone, to establish that all important boundary.

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You wake up shivering. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, and your body subconsciously rolls over toward the other side of the bed, seeking warmth where it found some last night. But the bed is empty. As your mind clears, you realize the covers have been pulled away and you’re lying there in Suguru’s bed, naked, with nothing to cover you.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and look at the man standing at the foot of the bed, staring at you. Suguru looks perfect of course, every glossy hair in place, the loose clothing somehow looking sexy on him. You sigh as you try to smooth your hair out with your hands.

“Get up,” he says, and you immediately notice that his tone is a bit sharper than it was yesterday. “There’s a hairbrush in the bathroom you can use. Make yourself presentable so you don’t embarrass me in front of the other trainers.”

It takes every ounce of willpower you possess to resist giving him a look and pointing out that he’s not the one who’s going to be embarrassed. Instead you silently crawl out of his bed and head for the bathroom, very conscious of the fact that he’s watching your every move.

When it’s time to leave his room, your heart starts hammering wildly again. You’re actually going to walk through this house completely naked. Everyone is going to see everything you have. You feel your face heating up and tears threatening to drip from your eyes.

“Let’s get a few things straight,” Suguru says before he opens the door. “Do not try to cover yourself. Do not turn your back to anyone who approaches you. Do not try to hide behind me. The other trainers will likely see you. They might even stop to look at you more closely. But they aren’t allowed to touch you. If one of them tries, tell me immediately.”

You nod, feeling numb as a few stray tears leak down your face.

“Answer properly.”

You look up at him. “Yes, Master Suguru.”

“Let’s go have breakfast then,” he says, and you feel a little sad that he’s seemingly stopped patting your head and smiling at you.

Those thoughts evaporate as you take your first steps out of his room. The hallway is empty now, but you know you could run into someone at any moment. And there’s no doubt there will be people in the dining hall.

You walk behind Suguru, looking at the floor, trying to pretend this isn’t happening. But as you start to pass by a particular door, it suddenly swings open and a tall, muscular man with black hair steps out. He has a scar on the corner of his mouth, and looks a little rough around the edges, but he’s undeniably handsome. He’s pulling a rather tight fitting shirt over his head as he says, “Hey, Geto, do you know what they’re serving for-“

He stops mid sentence when he notices you. He glances at Suguru, then his sharp green eyes focus on you. “This your new doll?”

“Of course,” Suguru says. It’s pretty obvious.

The man’s eyes slowly move up and down your body, making your skin flush all over. “Got a good one this time,” he says, and he actually licks his lips!

You can do nothing but stand there, letting him look at you. You wish Suguru would move on already.

Just then a feminine voice calls out from inside the room the man just opened. “Tojiiiii~ come back to bed!”

He turns his face toward the voice. “I’ll be right back. Gonna grab us some breakfast!”

A second later, a woman appears at the door. You notice two things immediately. One, she’s completely naked, like you, and two, she’s beautiful. She hooks one arm around the man she called Toji’s waist and says, “The only breakfast I want is your cock.”

Toji grins down at her. “You had my cock for breakfast yesterday. And for lunch. And dinner. And a midnight snack.”

She giggles, seeming completely unbothered by the fact that both you and Suguru are witnessing this exchange. You wish you had her confidence.

Toji playfully slaps her bare ass. “You have to eat some real food or you might start losing weight,” he says with a laugh. “And then what am gonna hold onto while I’m pounding that pussy?”

She gives him a pouty look, but says, “Okay, but hurry back! I get lonely without you!”

Toji gives her a wave as he jogs down the hall, leaving the woman standing naked at the door. She looks at Suguru and says, “You two wanna come in?”

Your heart nearly stops. Are you going to be having orgies? With Suguru, this woman, and Toji?

But Suguru simply smiles at her and says, “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll have to pass.”

The woman shrugs and closes the door, leaving you alone in the hallway with your trainer.

You hate to admit it, but the bizarre show you just saw makes you feel a little better. The woman in the room certainly didn’t mind being naked in front of other trainers. Maybe that was just normal around here.

As the two of you move further down the hall, you’re startled by loud, desperate screaming coming from one of the closed rooms. You nearly jump out of your skin, reflexively grabbing Suguru’s arm. You release it quickly, thinking this might be against his rules, but he pulls you closer to himself and puts an arm around you.

“It’s okay,” he tells you, “that’s just Sukuna’s room. Be thankful you didn’t get stuck with him.”

As you listen to the screams, you honestly can’t tell if they’re cries of agony or ecstasy. Maybe it’s both. “What’s he doing to her?” you ask, clinging to Suguru’s side.

He looks genuinely disturbed as he says, “I don’t want to know.”

Once you move far enough away that you can’t hear the screams anymore, Suguru separates from you. It’s a cold, empty feeling and you hate it, but you know you can’t cling to him forever.

You finally reach the dining hall, and your entire body goes rigid when you see that there are more people in here, more people that will see you naked. You quickly spot Toji standing at a long table full of food. He’s balancing two plates on his arm as he fills them with food. Aside from him, there are three couples.

At a table close by, reading a newspaper, there’s a blonde man wearing strange glasses. He’s dressed in a very dapper style, with a button down shirt and a tie. Sitting in his lap is a pretty woman wearing a pale pink sundress that appears to be way too short for her. She has a pink bow in her hair, and she’s giggling like a school girl despite clearly being in her mid 20’s. You can’t hear what they’re talking about, but the man seems calm and collected while the woman seems slightly nervous as she fidgets in his lap, eating bites of food off the single plate sitting in front of them.

Further into the room, you’re surprised to see a woman sitting on a table instead of in a chair. She’s wearing black leather boots that reach her thighs, and sitting in a chair in front of her, between her legs, is a pale young man with his hair pulled into two short ponytails, one on each side of his head. He’s holding a plate of food in one hand and feeding the woman with the other.

“I didn’t know one of the trainers is a woman,” you say.

Suguru laughs. “Oh, she’s not a trainer. The guy feeding her is. He trains dominant women.”

You can’t help staring at them, thinking to yourself that this woman got lucky. She gets to boss her trainer around? Sounds like a dream come true.

Of these two couples, the men don’t so much as glance up at you, as if you don’t even exist. The women look at you briefly, seem uninterested, and return their focus to their trainers.

But the third and final couple is a different story. Sitting in a chair at a table close by is a tall, impossibly beautiful man with white hair and sunglasses. Kneeling at his feet is a cute young woman who looks around your age. She’s technically clothed, but you’re not sure who should be more embarrassed, you or her.

The “outfit” she’s wearing consists of what looks like bra and panties, each with black fur trim. The bra is so tiny that it barely covers her nipples, and the panties have a hole cut into the back so that a long furry black tail can hang out through them. It takes you a moment of staring to realize the tail is connected to something that’s literally stuck into her ass. You squirm at the thought. The woman can’t sit normally, it would be impossible, so she’s forced to kneel awkwardly on the floor in front of her trainer, who is pouring food into the palm of his hand and holding it down for her to eat, her pink tongue darting out to lick his hand.

Suguru directs you to a chair and tells you to sit. You’re grateful to have the table in front of you, covering your lower half.

“Wait right here, I’ll get us some food,” he says.

You look at him with pleading eyes. “You’re going to leave me here?”

“I’m just going up to that table,” he says, pointing to the table full of food. “I’ll just be a moment.”

You hate the idea of being left alone, naked, in a room with strangers, but what choice do you have? You nod and then watch Suguru as he walks across the room. With every step he walks away, you feel more and more vulnerable.

A few seconds after Suguru leaves, the white haired man stands up from his chair and walks toward you. That’s when you notice the bright pink leash attached to a matching collar around his doll’s neck, as she crawls on hands and knees beside him. You find yourself feeling even more sorry for her than you do for yourself.

The white haired man stands right beside you and lowers his sunglasses, looking at you with eerie blue eyes. “Wow, you’re a cutie,” he says. “I bet you’d look great in a leash.”

You shrink away from him automatically. There’s something unsettling about him even though he’s every bit as beautiful as Suguru. He reaches one hand toward you, grinning as he says, “I bet you’re soft too…”

You draw back, closing your eyes and calling out, “Master Suguru!”

When you open your eyes, Suguru is standing between you and the other trainer, grabbing the arm of the white haired man. “Yo, Satoru,” Suguru says in a pleasant voice. “I see you’ve met my doll. You can look, but if you touch her, we’ll have a problem.”

There’s an edge to Suguru’s voice as he says that last part, a darkness in his eyes. The man he called Satoru backs away, slipping his arm from Suguru’s grip.

“Oh, don’t be stingy, Suguru! I always offer to let you fuck my dolls!”

Suguru frowns at him. “And I always tell you that’s inappropriate for the training.”

Satoru laughs. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud! Kitty here said you have a pretty face. She said she’s fine with you doing whatever you want with her! Right, Kitty?” He jerks the leash, pulling his doll’s face up to look at Suguru. She looks like she’s definitely not fine with it, but she nods anyway.

“No thanks,” Suguru says. “I don’t enjoy making dolls cry.”

Satoru looks at him curiously. “But they’re so cute when they cry!”

Suguru shakes his head. “You stick to your training style, I’ll stick to mine.”

After Satoru and his doll return to their table, Suguru sits down beside you and spreads out a couple of plates filled with delicious looking food. “Eat up,” he says. “You’ll need your strength.”

With zero hesitation, you begin eating, trying several different foods and loving all of them. When you cram a large bite of waffles into your mouth, you can’t suppress a small squeal of delight. You’ve never eaten something so tasty before!

Then you remember where you are, who you’re sitting next to, and you look up at your trainer. He’s wearing a smile while he watches you eat, occasionally taking bites of his own food. There’s something warm about his expression that makes you blush.

You glance around the dining hall. Toji has already left, carrying plates of food back to his room like a waiter, but someone else has appeared, moving along the length of the food table, filling a single plate. The man has a contradictory appearance. He has several black lines tattooed on his face and what’s visible of the rest of his body, and shocking pink hair. These wild traits are contrasted sharply with his surprisingly refined, elegant mannerisms. He’s wearing a silk robe, open at the chest to reveal more tattoos on his impressively muscular torso. But he carries himself like royalty.

The man takes his plate, mostly full of various breakfast meats, and sits down at a table across the room. He looks up, seemingly notices you staring at him, and flashes you a grin full of teeth that are entirely too sharp. You flinch and look away from him, automatically clutching Suguru’s sleeve.

“What’s the matter?” Suguru asks, then sees the tattooed man. “Oh, that’s Sukuna.”

You don’t dare look at the man again, so you stare at your plate. “The one who tortures his doll?”

“Well, I don’t know if his training includes actual torture, but I do know he does something very cruel to his dolls.”

You look at Suguru, waiting for him to go on.

He avoids your gaze, picking at the food in front of him. “He lets his dolls get attached to him. In fact I think he encourages it. We never see the dolls he trains until they’re being sold to new owners. At that point they’re always making a scene, crying, begging to stay with him… it’s a mess. And Sukuna just stands there laughing, as if the whole thing is amusing.”

You chance another glance at Sukuna, then quickly look away. “Why would they want to stay with someone who hurts them?”

Suguru still doesn’t look at you as he answers. “You’d be surprised what people can be conditioned to enjoy. Look at Satoru’s doll. She’s almost as new as you are, so right now her training probably feels unbearable. But by the end, she’ll adore being treated like a pet.”

You’re quiet for a moment, then you ask him, “Will I enjoy being embarrassed and bossed around?”

He finally looks at you. “If I do my job correctly, yes.”

It hits you then, the truth of all this training. Suguru is training you to not just endure being treated this way, but to enjoy it. To love it. Because if you don’t, then you’re going to be absolutely miserable when you’re being treated this way by your eventual owner. You stare at him, suddenly feeling affection for him that goes beyond being physically attracted to his beauty.

You blurt out a quiet, “Thank you,” and Suguru looks down at you with a surprised expression.

As you finish eating, you look at the trainers again. Why is it that every single one of them is absurdly good looking? Maybe it’s a blessing. After all it’s easier to have sex with people you find attractive. But then again, maybe it’s a curse, because it’s way too easy to fall in love with men like these. And even you understand why that would be a terrible thing.

When you get back to Suguru’s room, he wants to work on your training right away. He makes you masturbate in front of him again, which is somehow worse this time. Maybe it’s because you’re starting to like him, but doing insanely embarrassing things while he watches intently just makes you want to disappear. You try to stick to his rules, asking for his permission to cum and looking him in the eyes while you do it.

After you’re finished, you expect to have to suck his cock again, but instead he motions toward his bed and says, “Climb on, but stay on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Master Suguru,” you reply, getting onto the bed in the position he wants.

You feel the bed shift as he gets on the mattress behind you, then you feel his hands on your thighs, pulling your knees widely apart. “Ah!” you cry out, realizing that your pussy is drenched and dripping from just cumming minutes ago, and it’s going to spill all over his fancy covers.

You start to turn your head to look back at him, but his voice suddenly says, “Face forward. Don’t look back.”

Then, you feel his fingers on the flesh of your folds, opening you. A shudder ripples through you, being touched by him in this way for the first time. But it’s also, like usual, extremely embarrassing. He’s prying open and examining your messy, leaking cunt, and you can only whimper in response. When one of his fingers, or maybe his thumb, grazes over your clit, you gasp, holding the breath in your chest for a few seconds before remembering to breathe again.

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Suguru stares at the spread open pussy in front of him, and wants to absolutely destroy it.

His new doll is clearly in distress. She’s embarrassed, of course. He’d purposely made her pleasure herself first so that she’d be soaking wet, her own cum dripping down her thighs. But at the same time, she clearly wants him to touch her. As his fingers brush over her already sensitive and swollen clit, he can see her hole clenching around nothing.

“Are you really a virgin?” he asks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a virgin dripping so much before.”

She stiffens, her whole body going rigid. “Yes,” she murmurs, her voice quiet.

“Answer in complete sentences.”

She hesitates, her body trembling now. “Yes, I’m really… a virgin… Master Suguru.”

He’s stroking her clit with circular motions, and she’s making cute little breathy moans. “I noticed you don’t finger yourself when you masturbate,” he says. “You only rub your clit. Why?”

Her skin is flushed, as if her whole body is blushing. “I’m… scared to… ahh…do that…”

“Scared to put your finger inside?” he asks, and at the same moment, edges one finger into her clenching hole, just up to the second knuckle. Her entire body jolts, and she makes a terrified yelping sound as she pulls away, off his finger.

He sighs. “You panic when I even start to put one finger in? How are you going to handle a cock?”

She’s quiet for a moment, save for her rapid breathing. “I don’t know,” she finally says, and from the sound of her voice, she’s holding back tears.

He puts his hands gently on her hips and scoots her back to him. “Did it hurt?”

“No. It just scared me.”

Suguru begins lightly stroking her clit again. “Let’s try it again, okay? I promise I won’t hurt you.”

There’s a moment of hesitation, then he hears her shaky voice say, “Okay.”

He eases his finger into her again, not deep enough to hurt, just barely enough for her to feel something inside her and clench around it. Her breath hitches as he gently pushes it in and out, never going deeper than that second knuckle, not wanting to scare her again. “How does that feel?” he asks her.

She’s making those little moans again. “It feels… good… so good, Master Suguru.”

He uses the fingers on his other hand to rub her clit, and her legs quiver, barely holding her up. “M-may I please… cum… Master?”

“Hmm, I need to think about it,” he says teasingly, slowing down his strokes.

“Please, Master Suguru,” she says, her hands gripping the covers. “It feels too good! I can’t hold back!”

He removes his finger completely and stops stroking her clit, giving her a moment to regain control. But the sudden loss of pleasure makes her whine. She pants for a moment, her pussy clenching air, arousal sliding down her thighs.

Fuck, he wants to shove his dick all the way in on the first thrust.

“Master Suguru?” she asks, her voice small and hesitant.

He resumes his earlier motions as he says, “Yes?”

“Are you… going to have sex with me now?”

He blinks. He wasn’t expecting that question. “Do you want me to?”

She doesn’t respond, so he presses his finger just slightly further in. “Answer.”

“Y-yes! I… ahh… want you to… Master Suguru,” she gasps out the words, then says, “May I please cum now?”

“Why do you want me to?” he asks, ignoring her pleas, still stroking her.

Again, she doesn’t reply, only moans her sweet cries.

He leans over her, putting his mouth close to her ear, and says, “Answer and I’ll let you cum.”

She shudders, her whole body trembling. “Because… you won’t hurt me.”

He draws back, staring at her soft, delicate form. “You can cum now,” he tells her, and she does. He watches her body spasm, her pussy clamp down on his finger as she moans loudly. And then she collapses on his bed, her face buried in his pillows.

“I won’t fuck you tonight,” he says. “I don’t think you’re ready for that right now.”

She turns her face to look up at him, her eyes glossy and shimmering with unspilled tears, her face red from exertion and embarrassment. God, he wants to fuck her virgin pussy into oblivion.

But he can’t. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

He hasn’t told the owner about his new doll being a virgin. If he does, he knows what will happen. He’ll be told to leave her “unspoiled” so that whoever her owner is will get the privilege of deflowering her. A fully trained virgin doll? It’s such a rarity that it’s almost unheard of. If a virgin ends up as a doll, it’s almost always on the direct market, not from a training establishment like this one. Because who could imagine a doll going through the training process without losing her virginity? And women who ended up at the Doll House were generally a bit older than the “barely legal” dolls who were often sold directly by their greedy families.

Suguru is torn about what to do. On one hand, her value will double if the owner finds out she’s a virgin, and Suguru’s commission will be greatly increased. On the other hand, sending her out as a virgin doll would be cruel. She’d be totally unprepared for one of the biggest aspects of being a doll, not to mention the fact that he doesn’t know who her owner will be, what sort of person will be taking her first time. It could be a sadistic monster who would enjoy being as rough as possible on her.

And then there’s the other reason he’s hesitant to pop her cherry. Being her first lover is a sure fire way to make her develop an emotional attachment to him, and he can’t allow that. And if he’s being totally honest with himself? He’s afraid he’ll develop an attachment to her.

So for now, he’s holding back until he can decide what to do, even though he’s been imagining her tight little pussy stuffed full of his cock all day. He’s hard as a rock right now after watching her cum twice, so he pulls his erection out of his pants and looks at her.

“You’ve been neglecting Master Cock all day,” he says, smiling at her and lightly stroking himself.

A smile dances at the edge of her lips, but doesn’t fully spread across her face. She slides out of bed and to her knees in front of him. “I’m so sorry, Master Cock,” she says, looking at his shaft as she takes over stroking duties.

Her hands are soft and warm, still a little unsure in their movements, but she’s learning fast. She runs her tongue up and down the length before taking the entire thing in her mouth, part of him literally going down her tight, wet throat. She pulls back to breathe and to use her tongue to lap at his leaking tip.

He doesn’t have to give her directions this time. She’s using her whole mouth, tongue and lips and throat, to pleasure him. She’s taking him in so deep that she’s occasionally gagging, as if she can’t get enough of his cock, as if she worships it.

His eyes are glued to her. She looks so fucking pretty on her knees between his legs, choking on his cock. But he thinks she might be even prettier with that cute face covered in his cum.

She can tell he’s close, from the way his dick is twitching in her mouth or from the quiet moans he’s trying to suppress, he’s not sure. But she pulls back and looks up at him with the sweetest expression as she says, “May I please have your cum, Master Suguru?”

He’d much rather be shooting it into her womb, but painting her face with it is the next best thing. She opens her mouth and extends her tongue, and he lets his cum shoot out across her nose, in her mouth, over one eye, splattering her cheeks and chin.

It seems that she didn’t expect that. She probably thought he’d cum on her tongue again, but she’s handling it well. No panicking or trying to immediately wipe it off. Instead she looks up at him. “Is it okay if I clean my face, Master Suguru?”

He tilts his head to the side, letting the small front strand of hair fall over one eye. “Oh? After I went to the trouble of making you so pretty? I thought you’d at least keep it on until after lunch.”

There’s finally a spark of alarm in her eyes, but before she can say anything, he laughs. “I’m just joking. You can go wash your face in the bathroom.”

“Thank you, Master Suguru!”

He watches her get to her feet and step lightly into the bathroom, then sighs to himself. He’d planned to be a little harder on her today, but he just can’t bring himself to be too cold or cruel to her. She has a glow to her that he can’t diminish. At least for now.

But this situation can’t last forever. He’ll have to make some important decisions, and make them soon. For her sake as well as his.

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miseta · 6 months ago

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Chapitre 4 ➺ Hell Clasico

Starting over In Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players?

Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking

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"You don’t come after training because we’re still grounded ?"

Misa’s text made my heart lifted. With the Clasico and games abroad coming, I had a huge amount of work that was keeping me out of the stadium. I had shut myself in my office for three days now, importing, retouching photos, thinking about the next games’s visuals… Due to the fact that resisting the goalkeeper was becoming more and more difficult, I had to admit I was relieved to be able to avoid her.

I thought a moment about what to answer. As soon as she had stood up from that bench on the evening at the park, Misa had been her funny self again. She had joked happily. We had said goodbye at the entrance of the parking. Like friends do. If she had been disappointed, she had been hiding it well.

And now she was texting about me for not coming to our photo meeting in a casual yet flirty way again…

"Feels like I’m the grounded one… work is having me trapped in my office!" I texted back.

"👉🤓"

"🫠👋"

She started typing and stopped. Her text bubble didn’t reappeared. I sighted. I hated having to be distant with her. I sighted again and buried myself back into work.

Fifteen minutes later, loud erratic knocks boomed against the door of my office. "What…?". Without waiting, Misa, Hayley and Sofie burst into the room. "Here she is ! You believed to could get rid of us that easy Nicky?" Hayley asked while the three girls came around my desk. Misa had bring a ball and severals biscuits with her. "What are doing here?!" I said already annoyed. I had a feeling they weren’t here to help me…

"We’re checking if you’re still Nicky and not a robot." Misa dropped the biscuits on my desk and started to play with her ball, making it rebound between her foot and thigh. Sofie was leaning toward my computer’s screen. "Do you have new photos of me?". Hayley was observing my cameras under every angles. "I’ve never seen this one, would you recommend it Nicky?" The dull sound of the ball rebounding rhythmically was constantly filling the room. I wasn’t believing how fast they had created such a mess.

"Guys, a girl needs to focus right now!" I said, eyes closed, a hand on my forehead. "Oh, you can keep working, don’t mind us." Hayley had taken a camera and was back at taking pictures. Sofie joined Misa and they went passing each other the ball. There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate in this chaos.

Edit just ten more photos tonight. I said to myself. I grabbed back my pencil and graphic tab, opened a photo of Olga striking, and started to erase an unwanted grass twigs on one of her socks.

On the corner of my eye, I saw Misa’s face approaching the screen while chewing a mouthful of biscuits. "What’s this? Are you drawing?" She pointed at my tablet. The sound of the ball was still resounding, Sofie had taken over. A few crumbles fell off the goalkeeper’s mouth. "Misa! The keyboard !" I blowed hard on it to make them go away. "Perdòn!" She stood back and tried to swallow her snack. She gestured to me to explain again.

That girl can be such a pain !

"No, I can’t draw, I’m just correcting details. A pen is more precise that a mouse". I said to her.

"Oh vale ! Can I try It ?" I glared at her. "I mean not now! When you have the time. And… I can teach you football in exchange". She ended up showing an innocent smile.

That girl will drive me mad!

"Misa! Leave Nicky alone and come to my IG Live, the fans wants to see you !" Sofie called from the farthest corner.

"Coming! Nicky, take a biscuit, son muy buenos!"

They kept going like this until they were forced to leave with me. I had painfully managed to do half the work I wanted to be over. Tomorrow is another day, they say.

***

Alas, next day was just the same. They came after their practice and occupied themselves more loudly than ever until my boss finally came to have them go away. With all of that, it was miracle I had finished everything at a rather early time on the eve of the Clasico. That meant I could attend the motivation speech that followed today’s training session.

Sitting in the stands, the speech wasn’t captivating after all. Maybe I hadn’t enough knowledge of football to really get it but I found it lasting forever. The players weren't into it either. Olga’s legs were showing signs of impatience. Linda was slowly drifting. But despite my tiredness, I wanted to check on Misa and Hayley, so I kept waiting.

I caught them at the building exit. I could sensed their nervousness behind the frank smiles they both gave me as a greeting.

"Hey Nicky, great speech eh..?" Hayley hugged me, she was so tensed. "Thanks for waiting but I need go home. I’m off, girls, see you tomorrow !" Misa patted her shoulder as she left and she roughly brushed her hair in return.

I turned to the goalkeeper. "How are you coping?" I asked her gently. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "Estoy bien…", she answered peering down, her foot kicking at the floor vainly. She obviously wasn’t.

"Do you want to walk ?" I said without any back thoughts. I just wanted to help my friend to feel a bit better. She nodded.

We went touring the sport campus. We tried to talked about anything but the Clasico. At first, Misa was jumping in place every now and then to get rid of her stress. She relaxed when we started to tease each other.

"Misa, you can’t be with a ball without showing off! That’s insane!".

She smirked. "I’m athlete Nicky! Football is my life, of course I play with my ball all the time". She side glance at me, her mischievous tone and satisfied smile back. "I did 65 rebounds yesterday."

I giggled "Is that much ?". Misa’s both disappointed and irritated air had me laughing out loud.

She slapped me on the arm "Jajaja, muy divertido! Enhorabuena Nicky! I don’t care about what a girl who work al Real Madrid and knows nothing about football thinks!"

It was my turn to faint annoyance. "I see trainer Misa is long gone before she even started… you are a very reliable person." She opened her mouth but was out of answer. I had had her sulking again. Grumpy Misa was one of my favorite.

I took a pleading look. "All right, you are the best Misa! Now, when do we start training ?" I was sure the training part would lift her spirit.

She side-eyed me again, still vexed. "Have you at least ever play football ?".

I pretended to search my mind. "It happened... twice maybe. First was at school, and second on the alley in front of my parent’s house".

She snorted. "No es posible…" She shook her head and continued, her voice suddenly curious. "For real, why did you want to work for a football club?" Her mocking tone gone had me really wonder how much I wanted to tell.

"I needed a change in my life. Anything was… not going well. I had a rough break up and was really unhappy in my previous job…"

"I’m sorry to hear that" she said with a concerned look.

I half laughed half sighted. "It’s ok now. I’m glad to be here. I really like Madrid". We were reaching the exit of the building again.

"Bueno… and do you like your new job too ?"

"Yes, I’m quite found of it… and of my new exasperating friends" I went back teasing her a little as we headed to the parking.

"I’m happy you’re good with us", she said, not reacting on the teasing part this time.

We arrived in the middle of the car park. I didn’t know if we were going in the same direction so I gestured on the right "I’m parked this way".

"I’m parked over here but I’ll go with you to your car, I can do with walking a bit more " she replied although she sounded far less stressed now.

We reached my vehicle and faced each other to say goodbye. "Thanks Nicky" Misa softy spoke. Her features were less drawn. The walk had soothed her a little.

"You’re looking better. Are you sure you’re ready to go home ?" I inquired one last time.

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Instead she simply smiled and looked away. "Misa?" I frowned not knowing how to help her anymore.

Her head turned back to me. She bit her lip and her eyes stopped on mine. Then she slowly moved forward. My brows went up, having me frozen in a surprised look as she took my hands in hers, and I knew that that was it, that there’s was no escaping this time, and that I didn’t gave a fuck.

I half closed my eyes, my head slightly bowed while she leant over. My gaze stayed on her quivering mouth as she approached mine. At last, she pressed her lips. I let out a short breath. I was surprise by the tenderness of her kiss. Her mouth was soft, its movements slow.

I kissed her back. Letting relief fill me up. Completely abandoning myself as her taste and scent washed over me. Our noses brushed against each other. The grip of our hands tighten as we went on kissing, softly still, slowly still.

Finally, she withdrew her lips from mine, a soft smile lingering on them, having me missing their contact immediately. My eyes couldn’t leave hers.

"I’m ready now" she whispered. I exhale and shyly smiled and she released my hands. "Good night Nicky ». She stepped back and turned over. My gaze followed her until she disappeared behind the birch trees growing between the parking spaces.

***

Aitana Bonmati was running fast, dribbling everyone coming for her. She armed her strike and shoot between Ivana and Olga toward the penalty area. The ball landed right on Salma precise foot who immediately kicked hard at the upper left corner of the goal. Misa jumped with all her strength and the tip of gloves deflated the ball, preventing Barcelona to strike once again.

The match had been hard and demanding from the very beginning. Barça team had been pressing Real Madrid players, having them constantly cornered near their penalty area. Misa had already saved five goals but as Mariona Caldentey had outpasted all the defenders for the third time and send a particularly well aimed kick to Caroline Graham Hansen, the goalkeeper had gone on the wrong direction and the ball had rolled easily in the cage. Misa had sweared, gotten up, and send a long clearance skillfully recovered by Hayley. Hayley was a fast runner too. She had passed the ball to Athenea, who had dribble passed Irene Paredes and used the one second of disorganization to find Linda. The kick from Linda’s head had miraculously flied through the expert gloves of Cata Coll, and crashed on the net behind her, filling the stadium with unexpected joy.

Returning from the halftime, Barça had pressed harder and harder without succeeding at scoring yet an other goal. After a clever discussion in locker room during the break, the real Madrid was holding well against them for the first time, Misa’s many saves putting and end to theirs brilliant sequences of passes. And the unbelievable had happened at de 78th min. Naomie had succeeded at loosing Alexia Putellas’marker to get the ball from Oihane’s throw-in. Her quick arched shot had found Olga on the left side, who had managed a shot worthy of the World Cup. She had stricken from her rather distant position straight at the right upper corner, giving Cata Coll an impossible job. The stadium had burst screaming, echoing Madrid players all hugging together to celebrate their first time ever leading Barcelona.

It was extra time when Misa’s body crashed on the grass again from saving Salma’s strike. The Madrid player were back at having a hard time. I could see they were physically drained, their feet barely touching the ball anymore.

They all took position, ready for the corner, Misa giving directions to her teammates as she prepared herself for the upcoming action. Salma struck. She crossed the ball back from the goal line. The ball descended on Alexia in a perfect neat curve before she sent it crashing to the net. Barcelona had come up to the score, victory slipping through the Madrid girls'fingers at the 95th minute. Now, the match was going extra time. I saw Misa down in her attempt to save to ball, kicking the grass with her fists in frustration. As well trained as they were, the team was exhausted. With Barça clearly dominating, the extra time was going to be a living hell.

Misa passed by me as she exit the tunnel to ran toward her goal after the short break. I took a shot of her face, a mix of deep concentration and extreme fatigue. My heart sank. I had been covering the match with other photographers from the start, trying hard to focus on my job rather than on the ongoing actions and the increasing pressure on Misa.

The game resumed. Madrid team formed two compact lines in front of the goal. They had received new guidelines: keep on defending and don’t take another goal at all cost. Their strategy, and Ivana’s agile foot prevented a new shot on target finding the net. The only two more attempts of Madrid met Cata’s gloves, her clearance sending the ball back on their half pitch again. But, they hold on again and again the entire the first half of extra time.

During the second, fouls and cramps multiplied on each sides, chopping the play in numerous sloppy actions and hardening the footballer’s job by giving them unnecessary minor injuries. Misa’s attempt to grab a shot by Mariona sent her rolling on ground and her knee hit the goal-post. The ball luckily found the cross-bar and was quickly cleared by Kathellen. But Misa was still down, grasping her knee between the puffy fingers of her gloves. I shuddered. No please! Let not it be a serious injury! I silently prayed. The medical staff came over after the referee had blown the whistle. With several of her teammates surrounding, I could barely see what was going on.

I waited, trying to breathe properly, not looking at the last picture I took of Misa, curled up on the grass, her features distorted by pain. After what was feeling like an hour, the med staff went away and the small crowd scattered, revealing Misa standing on her feet again, though she was breathing hard and slightly limping. I relaxed a little.

The goalkeeper settled back in front of her caged but she gave the ball to Ivana for her to do a long clearance. She clearly hadn’t the strength anymore. The ball was back in her penalty area in a heartbeat but the match had Madrid finally find the key to put up a very strong defence. When the whistle blew again, it was to put an end to the game at last.

The penalty shoot out would decide the winner of the Copa de la Reina. More than ever, the outcome of the match was now resting mostly on Misa’s shoulders.

The goalkeeper and the rest of the team gathered around the trainer near the bench. I crossed eyes with Misa and I smiled, my fist clenched up in the air to show her my support. She didn’t seemed to see me. Nothing exists apart from the game when she was playing.

Madrid opened the shoot out with Olga. She shot, scored. Cheers burst.

Misa jumped on her line. Caroline Graham Hansen scored as well.

Claudia kicked hard on her right but Cata had understand where she was aiming. Her body blocked the ball, having Barça yelling in triumph.

Aitana scored.

Athenea scored.

Mariona scored.

Hayley scored.

Last ball. All was resting on Misa. If she failed the ball, everything was over.

Alexia armed her leg. Kicked. The ball flew on the opposite of the goalkeeper.

It was it. Madrid had lost. I forgot to take pictures, focusing on the limp body of Misa still laying on her back, her gloves on her face. As the Barcelona players hugged together in victory, the sturdy figure of Alexia was crouched at Misa side, muttering to her words I could not hear. She heaved Misa to her feet, helped her taking off her gloves. I could see her face wet with tears, her eyes puffed and closed as she was still sobbing. They leaved the pitch, Alexia’s arm over Misa’s shoulders. One of other photograph was shooting restlessly at them while they headed toward the tunnel. I couldn’t suppress a surge of anger.

I got up, quickly took the steps that separated me from the man with the camera.

"Give her a rest ok ?!" I shouted in his direction. The man stared blankly at me, astonished. In addition to my strange behavior, he probably wasn’t speaking English.

Noticing my action, Misa and Alexia had stopped. When she saw me close, Misa lowered her head as if she couldn’t bear to look at me. Alexia stared kindly at me, guilt still her eyes as she knew she had partly caused the sadness of her friend.

"I can take her to the locker room if you want" I said, instantly shocked by my own words when I couldn’t leave my job.

Misa lifted her face again. Alexia looked at the goalkeeper to see if she was ok with that. Misa nodded and I took over Alexia to guide her through the tunnel.

I made Misa sat on the farthest bench of the locker room. Everything was quiet here, the screeches of the celebration only a distant echo. The goalkeeper had stopped crying. Her board shoulders and muscular body seemed so fragile somehow. I took a seat beside her, not knowing what to do now it was up to me to comfort her.

"I’m sorry" I simply said.

"We were so close!" she cried. "Let’s just go! I don’t want to be there, I don’t want the puta silver medal again!" She blown her nose hard and rubbed her red eyes with a towel laying by. Exhaustion was oosing from her at every levels.

"No Misa you can’t go" I responded and caught a surprised side eye, as surprise as she could be in her current state. "You can’t go because everything’s not about wining or being better or best ! You can’t go because football doesn’t have to be that. It’s not about the score, the cup or whatever. Football is an emotion, a battle, a shared experience. And first and foremost it’s a spectacle and you put on one hell of a show as a team and as a player tonight! If you go, nothing remain, it would mean nothing. You have to go back Misa."

Silence settled between us. I felt exposed and embarrassed by the words I had just spoken. It was ridiculous, saying obvious things like that to a seasoned footballer when I was barely discovering the sport.

The goalkeeper exalted deeply. "You lied to me" she said, gotten me confused. She chuckled softy "You acted like you didn’t know a thing about football". She painfully stood up and waved me to do the same. "But you do" she said smiling as we faced each other. The tall woman pulled me into a hug, her head resting on my shoulder and I hold her tight against me. I gently stroked her back, her jersey was wet and she was clearly stinking of sweat but I didn’t care. I just wanted us to stay like this, clump together.

After a minute or so, we parted and smiled softy at each other. In spite of her weariness, Misa was looking less drained. She was waiting for... something while expectantly looking at me. Her dimples back with her grin enlighten her tired face. I kept smiling, my mind racing to figure out what I should do, what I could do… what I wanted do to. When she thought I wouldn’t do anything, Misa’s smile faded a little and she started to turn around.

"Misa, wait…" I grabbed her arm and pulled her back against me. I only took a glimpse of her surprised yet eager face before I kissed her.

I grasped her face, pressed her mouth harder against mine. Misa let out a whine, the sound of it had my body set afire. I slowly made her step back until she hit the lockers room’s door. She gasped at the contact, put one of her hand in my hair, the other gripping the fabric of the bottom of my shirt. She opened her lips, her taste filled me up entirely and had me moan with want.

Our heated kiss had enlighten all my senses and turned my body into white iron. I felt my hand acting on her own as it went under Misa’s jersey and up her abs. She wimped again, her own fingers going under my shirt and touching the skin of my waist. Her soft and full lips were enveloping my mouth, our breathings had become jerky.

Fevered by my desire of her, I led my hand down her stomach to the strap of her shorts. She groaned and froze. "Wow! Nicky wait…" I stopped neat. She took her hands off my back and gently seized my face. "I have to go back" she said, a burning gaze on me. I breathed, trying to tame the flames devouring my insides. I smiled and repeated, "You have to go back". She placed a last kiss on my lips and got off the room.

Right now, Hell Clasico was finishing on a heavenly note.

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Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and peaks

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symbioticfic · 11 months ago

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Producing Pleasure: Prologue

(Main story of Idol Alternate Universe)

Tags: Original Characters, no smut, just a teaser, an intro to the world

This is an alternate universe. Some events may differ from real life.

Thanks to @twice-inamillion The Company series for making me revive this idea from the drafts. Check out their awesome work on their blog.

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“What?!”

“I said, I want you to produce our new girl group.” Mrs. Kwon repeats herself. You rub your face in disbelief, hoping your CEO is joking.

“With all due respect Ma’am, I’m already a leader of a group and you put me in charge to become our group creative director. That’s quite a lot. Why not choose Eunji or Keenan for the job?” you plead your case. All your focus is for your co-ed group, Twelve Six, along with Eunji and Keenan. With being creative director for your group and sometimes groups under your label, you don't want more stuff in your hand.

“Well, Eunji is also helping out as a composer for Phoenix. And Keenan is broadening our A&R connections. We may be an up and coming label in this industry, but we are still short staffed.” Slumping back to your chair, gears in your brain are working hard to find a way out of this.

“Then why don’t you hire someone who has experience doing this kind of stuff? I know you have the money to find one. If the three of us are spread thin like this, when are we going to make music?”

Mrs. Kwon always says that the three of you were geniuses and is the reason why OTB is the rising star of companies in Kpop. Take Shamrock for example. A thirteen member boy group and the first idol group under OTB. You recommended a talented Japanese street dancer that you used to battle and Keenan found a genius kid producer online. Both of them become important members of Shamrock. As for Eunji, she trained OTB’s first GG, Phoenix in vocals. With her and her sister, they composed and produced music for the five member group, resulting in them competing in the Red Sea of girl groups right now. Also not to mention, your group Twelve Six. Your group’s music is able to breakthrough the public listeners. Decades after the last big co-ed group, finally Twelve Six changed that. Now, Korea sees Twelve Six as “Music for the people” because of your group penmanship and music move and touch many people's souls, not just in Korea but also the world.

“Because I trust you and I see potential in you to be a great producer.” there she goes again, putting huge faith in you. Ever since joining your label, Out of The Box (OTB) Studios, you have been one of her favourites. As an experience street dancer and performer, also having a brain being a portal to fantasy world says Mrs. Kwon, she has pushed you to the limits. She even goes as far as creating you a co-ed group with her youngest daughter Kwon Eunji and a Korean American rapper named Keenan Shin. The three of you were born on the same day and year, the twelfth of June, hence the name Twelve Six comes from.

With all the money in the world and full trust on you, Mrs. Kwon will do anything to help you to become one of the greatest artists in K-pop. But you doubt your ability if you are given another responsibility.

“Listen, Choi Sesang.” you sit up straight as your CEO calls you by full government, “Just please look into this file and consider it.” a brown file is presented in front of you. Reluctantly, you take it and open it. The first name on the paper almost made you jump out of your seat. You flip through the pages and surprisingly most of the names are familiar to you.

“Ma’am, there are-”

“Yes, they were idols. Some had troubles with their past companies and ended their contracts, and some I bought them out of their contracts.” bloody hell this rich woman. Her way of using money to get what she thinks is the best for the company still baffles you even after years knowing her, “They deserve a second chance and I know you’re up for the job. And rumour has it, you have your ways with girls.” she gives you a teasing look.

“Your daughter really has a nasty mouth, you know that?” Mrs. Kwon laughs at you cursing her youngest daughter.

“I don’t care if what Eunji implied was the truth or not. But I do have my own eyes.” she says after calming herself, “Your relationship with the Phoenix girls is admirable. They see you as a brotherly figure and a safe space to talk to. Those girls are strong minded and some are hard to get through, but you easily befriend the girls. That is enough for me to know you’re the right person for this project.” you look down to the file in your hand, taking in all what Mrs. Kwon says. A heavy sigh escapes your lips.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Splendid!” she claps her hand in joy, “Also, there is one thing I need to tell you.”

Here you go, the catch in all of this, “Doing this job means you have got out of your way to get the job done. I know you are a good kid and have been staying clean until now. But sorry to say son, you have to get your hands dirty with this one. It's part of the industry, the system. No matter how long you try to avoid it, your time will come.”

Saying those words with a beaming smile so easily creeps you off. Well, a CEO of a K-pop company is not exactly the most morally right person in the world. Mrs. Kwon has always been brutal when it comes to business and you are led into one of her traps. Situations like this remind you where Eunji gets her nasty personality from.

Defeated, you know there’s no way out of this. Your fate has been sealed by the devil. Already, you try to drown your mind to come to terms with this twisted system. With heavy heart, you look straight at Mrs. Kwon. You can see insanity behind her eyes.

“So… do the job by any means necessary?”

“Correct! There you go, already getting a hang of it.” it’s supposed to be a laugh of joy for Mrs. Kwon, but it feels like she’s laughing at you. Soon enough, you will be playing with people's lives just like her.

“The girls will be coming in next week. Prepare yourself, mind and body. I have a feeling you will like them.” with a smirk, she leaves the room. You groan as you throw yourself back into the chair. The dreaded day is near. By next week you will become one of those industry scumbags. You love performing and singing, but you despise the industry. Being in it long enough to know stuff. The girl that you will be working with surely also knows a thing or two.

Thinking about your doomed future only makes you mad at yourself. Feeling suffocated, you pack your stuff and go home, not before leaving a text in the group chat.

Chat Room

Three silly peas in a pot

You

@Enzy your mother is a fucking witch

Enzy

WHAT THE FUCK?!

I mean you’re not wrong

But still…

WHAT THE FUCK?!

THAT’S MY MUM YOU PRICK!

K.S.

LOL 😂

Dorms now

I need this juicy story 👹

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Three days since you operate as the main producer for OTB’s new girl group. You��ve met with the company staff and instructors over the week to discuss the training program. These three days have been orientation and waiting for the rest of the girls to join the company. Today is the day where they all finally present and training will begin to ramp up.

You arrive at the company at eight. Not wanting any problem, you do a morning check up every day just to make sure. After doing that, you take a sip of your black coffee while looking through the girl's profile again. You seriously can not wrap your head around the names on the list. Mrs. Kwon really is a crazy businesswoman for getting these girls to become trainees again in your company.

“Damn they’re hot.” startled, you almost spilled your hot coffee onto the papers. You look back to see Keenan peeking over your shoulder. His curly dark brown hair really needs a cut. It almost pokes your eye.

“Could you not sneak up on me like that?”

“You’re the one who’s busy staring at these profiles.”

“Hey!” he takes a seat next to you and slides the file over to him. You let him be, as you need a break from reading those papers over and over again.

“Still can’t believe they are trainees here.” Keenan says.

“Me too.”

“Mrs. Kwon is one damn good negotiator.”

“You can say that again. It’s like a person playing DnD and always rolls Nat 20 on persuasion.” Keenan laughs at your cheeky joke.

“Yeah… so, which one you gonna fuck first?”

“I- what?! Bro, shut up.” you punch his arm only for him to laugh even more.

“Come on, seriously bro. There are some hot chicks right here. If I were you, I would try every single one of them.”

“But I’m not you dumbass. I’m not some guy who will fuck every girl he sees.”

“Not yet.”

“Fuck off.” Keenan's laugh now turns hysterical. He’s always been like this. Being from Brooklyn makes him more frontal than your average Korean. He’s been teasing you since both of you met. With your ability in speaking English, you bonded easily with him. You also help him get accustomed with his homeland culture. But it seems you can’t take Brooklyn out of Keenan.

You take back your file from Keenan and walk off, “Ay! Where are you going?”

“Training is almost starting! I’m needed in the dance room!” you shout back at him.

“Okay then! Tell me if you score on one of them!” you don’t look back and flip him off. You can hear Keenan laugh fading as you walk further away from him.

The dance room for trainees is in the basement. Everything related to the trainees are in the basement. Only the ones who debut are the only ones who can experience the freedom of the city view from the artist dance room upstairs. For the trainees, the dark and damp basement is their prison. Some even will never see the day of light from the dungeon. Sound of blaring music can be heard at the end of the hallway. The girls may be stretching right now.

Other than being the main producer for the group, Mrs. Kwon also personally assigned you to be one of the dance instructors. Talk about a burden. It’s not the first time you are teaching a class. During trainee days, you already helped to train the fellow members of Shamrock and Phoenix. It’s just for a few sessions because Shamrock have a capable and experienced dance line and for Phoenix they are natural performers. Not the same can be said for this group. Maybe one or two names stood out, but they are nowhere near the talent as your fellow labelmates when they first join the company. And your part is to train them to be on par to standards.

Standing before the dance room door, you take a deep breath before twisting the door handle. The sound of your arrival alerts the girls. Quickly, they line up in a line with one of them scrambling to turn off the music before joining the line.

“Good morning PD-nim.” they greet you in unison.

“Good morning. At ease.” you say that, but they are clearly tense. Fifteen girls standing in front of you. You recognize their faces with a few unfamiliar ones. Some of these girls had a respectable career as idols. They are without a group due to them being in a project group making their contract length shorter than normal or suing their way out of their contract because of how stupid their company was. Some were in a group that disbanded. Others are trainees from different companies. Now, here they are starting from zero once more.

Knowing you have to keep professionalism, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Starting today, you will have these girls' fate on strings. Toying with their dreams, giving them false hope. Just like Mrs. Kwon you thought. You open your eyes and give them a big smile.

This is when you notice Mrs. Kwon foul tricks, attacking your weakness: boobs. Most of these girls have sizeable to huge tits. You felt your cock twitch at the sight of the girls wearing tight sports bras, pushing their boobs together. One of them has a big enough bust, it outlines her baggy shirt.

“My name is Choi Sesang. For those who don’t know, I will be the main producer for this debut project as well as your dance instructor. Pleasure to finally meet you all.”

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If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Like I said on the top, this was an idea that was collecting dust in my google docs. @twice-inamillion The Company series really got me thinking about this idea again.

I already have a few names for the girls: Chaehyun, Natty, Hyeju, and Xiaoting so far, with the first three already having a rough idea for it.

Recommendations for idol names are gladly accepted with the general prompt of the story would be helpful also.

I know I said a Pokémon story is on its way but that's on hold for now. I have struggles for the smut scene of that story. Wait a little more.

See you next time 😄

#kpop smut #smut #original character #kpop au #kpop girls #hyejoo smut #chaehyun smut #xiaoting smut #natty smut

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mayhemscorner · 1 year ago

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You’re in my spot

Shikamaru x reader

Summary: reader finds someone in their favorite napping spot (Shikamaru fanfic because he’s one of my favorites? Yes please)

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself, I’m trying to nap here.” Shikamaru grumbles, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“You’re in my spot.” The stranger huffs, kicking the outer part of Shikamaru’s leg.

“Get lost, I was here first.” Shikamaru yawns.

“And you’re on my property.” The stranger giggles,” but if you’re insistent, at least scoot over.”

Shikamaru cracks an eyelid open, he didn’t notice he had walked off his own property but the girl was right. The Nara compound was almost half a mile away. He stretches and gets up to move as she pipes up,” you don’t have to leave. Just don’t disturb the wildlife.”

“Forget it.” Shikamaru huffs, starting to walk off and down to the road. She only shrugs before laying down in the ghostly warm spot that Shikamaru had given up.

“What a drag, to think I’d get some peace and quiet.” He mumbles.

“You’re telling me, it’s not everyday you find someone already napping where you wanted to. I offered to share, but your loss.” She calls out to him. Shikamaru stops in his tracks, turning back to the spot he was at,” you don’t snore do you?”

“How should I know? I can’t exactly watch myself when I sleep. Are you going to keep asking bothersome questions or are you going to lay down?” She grumbles back to him.

“I guess. Not like I have anywhere else to go.” Shikamaru rolls his eyes, plopping down in the plush moss. That was what made the spot perfect. This whole area was moss instead of prickly grass, it was almost a phenomenon compared to the dirt and grassy fields on the Nara compound, even the rest of the leaf village. The two spent hours in silence, napping on and off. Thankfully, she didn’t snore. But, the two were still complete strangers. She finally sits up and stretches out as the sun sinks lower in the sky.

“Great, I have to head home for dinner. You should probably go too, the bears are nocturnal.” The strange girl throws out over her shoulder.

“Bears?” Shikamaru asks.

“You are on Kuma compound land. Bears are pretty common here since we… work with them.” The sigh she lets off makes it seem like it’s a known fact.

“You’re an animal handler, Like the Inuzukas.” Shikamaru questions, finally intrigued.

“You’re half right. We can’t train bears like dogs, that’s just cruel. We have a contract with them. We offer them solace and safety on our land and in turn we inherit bear like qualities and can summon them in battle. It’s not that hard to grasp. What’s your name anyway?” She rambles on, deciding it was her turn to get a question in.

“Shikamaru.”

“Y/N. Now get off my property, I want to go eat.” Y/N smirks, showing it was at least half banter.

Y/N knew he was a Nara, she wasn’t stupid. It just threw her off with always being told the Nara’s had a genius kid, when the one she met seemed like a dunce. Maybe he had an older brother. As she watches his figure grow smaller Y/N decides to shout out,” you’re more than welcome to come back in daylight, just don’t show up after dark and don’t take my spot.”

The next day, he was there in the same spot. Only this time he had a basket full of random things.

“My dad made me bring this, just some useless stuff.” Shikamaru huffs, stretching his hand out to give her the basket. She looks down noticing berries and dried meat, as well as a few jars of what seemed to be ointments or some medical remedies.

“That’s crazy, my mom made me bring a basket to give to you instead of saying I had tell you to get the hell off the property.” Y/N chuckles, remembering how her mom was excited to hear a Nara had graced the compounds presence. The crazy woman filled the basket with acorns and apples as well as some preserved fruits and jellies she made. Then lastly a fancy scroll offering the Nara family to dinner and explaining the acorns and apples were for the deer. The two exchanged baskets, looking confused.

“I guess, do you want to feed a bear?” Y/N pipes up, reaching at the hide necklace around her neck and blowing at the trinket attached to make a sound. Three bears soon come lazily trudging from the tree line, already sniffing at the basket. Shikamaru could see the resemblance in laziness, maybe he should work with bears. Napping all day and eating whenever seemed like the perfect dream. One bear nudges him forward and crashing in towards Y/N, sending them both plummeting to the ground.

“Gure, stop pushing.” Y/N groans from underneath Shikamaru who winces himself.

“Your face is pink.” She points out, reaching a hand up to poke at Shikamaru’s cheek, causing his eyebrow to twitch and face flush hotter.

“That happens when all the blood rushes to my head, damnit.” Shikamaru quickly defends, rolling off to hide his face from reddening anymore.

“Anyways these are the triplets, Gure, Kuro, and Chairo. We work together.” Y/N explains nonchalantly while dropping a handful of berries in Shikamaru’s hand.

“You say that like you work an office job with them. It’s cool I guess.” Shikamaru yawns out while Kuro nuzzles in to him, knocking the poor guy down again before robbing the berries from his hand.

“You get used to that.” Y/N laughs laying down next to him and giving in to the pile of lazy bears for a mid morning nap.

“Well, You all look like you got in to some fermented fruit. And Y/N, what did I tell you about napping?” Y/N’s mom comes down the clearing laughing at the sight.

“I’m an adult now, and I don’t have another mission for three days. I can afford a nap.” Y/N reluctantly grumbles before getting knocked upside the head by the back of her mothers hand.

“If you’re an adult why don’t you find love and move out already?” Her mom recoils quickly back as Shikamaru rises from under Kuros giant paw. She blushes slightly,”I didn’t realize that’s what you were working on out here.”

Both Y/N and Shikamaru have to pick their jaws up from the forest floor from the off guard comment.

“Mom, disgusting. Take this basket and get out of here!” Y/N pushes the basket from the Nara’s to her mother and groans in embarrassment.

“Oh my, how thoughtful! A basket from the Nara clan. I can’t wait to rub this in Tsume’s face.” The older lady tilts her head back in laughter at the thought of the slim possibility seeing her favorite rival becoming jealous. It was common to have dinner with the Inuzuka’s, listening to the two mothers argue and try anything in their will to get any of the siblings together so the clans could finally unite. Kiba unfortunately was too much of a brotherly figure to Y/N, and Hana didn’t care much for Y/N’s brothers. Regardless, they still attempted. And it was annoying.

“I would apologize for her, but she’s not my responsibility.” Y/N mutters quietly to Shikamaru while standing and brushing off the stray pieces of moss from her hair. Shikamaru only shrugs, then crawls his way out of the mess of the still sleeping bears.

“Wait until you meet my mom, this is nothing.” Shikamaru groans as he gathers the basket to take home. Before leaving, he picks one last piece of moss from Y/N’s hair, letting his hand hover by the side of her face for maybe a moment too long as they both look at each other, refusing to blink.

The following days, it was the same routine.

Wake up, nap in the field, tend to the bear’s, eat dinner, train at dark, go to bed. Y/N couldn’t complain, but dinner with the Nara family before leaving on a mission loomed over her.

“This blows, why are we having dinner right before I leave?” Y/N groans, grabbing plates to set the table.

“It’s not like it’s any different than when we have dinner with the Inuzuka’s before a mission Y/N. You act like you actually like the boy.” She chuckles, grabbing the nice silverware. Y/N’s cheeks flush red as she becomes flustered,” stop trying to marry me off, you’re being nice to someone who trespassed on our property.”

“You remind me so much of your father.” Her mother groans, looking at the picture on the living room wall boasting a tall man sprawled over the same couch that still sits with four kids on top of him as he takes a nap without a care in the world,” lazy at home. Hated settling down. Always complaining… but still a stand up shinobi of the leaf.”

She pats Y/N’s head, messing up her freshly washed hair as the doorbell rings. Her eyes light up in realization as she whispers,” you even showered and put makeup on!”

Y/N groans as she opens the door, revealing Shikamaru and his own family. Shikamaru had even cleaned up a bit, tossing away his usual shirt for a dressier black one.

“These are for your family.” Shikaku grumbles out from behind, extended a bouquet of wildflowers as the two younger adults sigh.

“Charming… mom these are for you.” Y/N groans, passing the flowers to her excited mom,” go get your brothers it’s time to eat!”

“Hey, get down here and get some food before I possibly die on my mission.” She screams from the bottom of the stairs, unleashing three grown men tumbling down in a frenzy, only halting at the realization they have guests.

“Kyokuchi, Kawa, Mori, these are the Nara’s. Try to chew with your mouth closed, these people aren’t the Inuzuka’s”

“Figured that much out when ma busted out the fine china. These those fancy shadow people she always rambles about and your new boyfriend?” Mori chuckles out. Kawa is quick to slap him upside the head,” she’s an adult it’s called a potential suitor at this age, Mori. Can’t wait till you catch slack for bringing a girl home and Y/N gets to be an absolute asshole to you.”

“Language!” Their mom calls out in unison with the level headed of the triplets, Kyokuchi.

“Don’t chastise them on our account, swearing is shown to be beneficial in the traumatic life of a shinobi.” Shikaku sighs out, sitting at the table and unceremoniously taking his ratted deer skin shawl off to reveal a nice button down shirt.

“And you must be Yoshino. I’m Kuroi Kuma. It’s an honor for you to have dinner with us!” Y/N’s mom gushes, leading Yoshino to a chair before setting food on the table. The three brothers slide in next to each other leaving to seats next to each other for Shikamaru and Y/N. Shikaku glares at Shikamaru’s hand on the back of the seat before meeting his eyes,” such a gentleman I raised.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Shikamaru drones, pulling the chair out and motioning with his other hand towards a confused Y/N,” uhm, thanks?”

They awkwardly sit, blushing in the silence of everyone eating, save for the three rambunctious brothers gnawing loudly on their food. It was so quiet, it almost drove Y/N crazy listening to the old clock tick away,” I’m going to go eat on the back porch, it’s pretty stuffy in here.”

“Y/N, we have guests. Why don’t you tell us a little about your mission tonight?” Kuroi seethes out, motioning a threatening finger downwards. Y/N drops her plate back down and begrudgingly slams back in to her chair,” it’s a lousy mission. We’re just being sent as support to help track a rouge that’s trying to reinstate the Akatsuki.”

“That’s some dangerous stuff. Good thing Shikamaru is going as well.” Shikaku chuckles out with a sideways smile, egging on the mass humiliation of the two.

“It’s a drag is what it is. Some idiot thinks anyone other than Naruto is strong enough to reinstate an organization that leveled villages. No one is strong enough in these days.” Shikamaru groans, shoveling a spoonful of food in his mouth and talking.

“We said the same during previous wars. Someone in the academy will be stronger than you all one day. Surpass you with flying colors even. New Jutsus are invented everyday, Shikamaru. I figured you were smart enough to put that together.” Shikaku shoots back.

“It is pretty stuffy in here, I think I’ll join Y/N outside where there isn’t any nagging.” Shikamaru says in finality. He looks over to Y/N, waiting to be ushered to the porch. Her realization sets in, quickly jumping to the door with her plate as her mother calls out,” don’t forget to bring your plates in!”

“I’m sorry about them.” They both say as the door shuts.

“No I-“

“Oh sorry you g-“

“Ah, damnit.” Y/N mutters out as they both stumble over each others words.

“I guess it’s a universal parent thing to embarrass us.” Shikamaru finally smiles, taking a stewed miniature potato between his teeth as they sit across each other on the porch. Y/N smiles back, continuing to eat as they turn their attention to the moss covered land that stretches on. She can’t help but laugh,” I think it’s stupid really.”

“What is?” Shikamaru asks in confusion.

“Can I be honest for a minute? My mom thinks she can rope me in to these dinners to set me up with a man or try to tie in to another family. I think love is stupid. Why should I have to depend on another person?” She babbles out, dropping her fork and lounging on her forearms to soak in the high sun.

“Tell me about it. Look how vulnerable it’s made my parents. My dad would die for the woman without blinking an eye.” Shikamaru sighs, following suit in the same position as Y/N.

She lays fully back, smacking her head lightly against the rough wood beneath them,” at least someone finally gets it. Now convince my mother.”

Shikamaru lays on his side to look at her,” only if you convince mine first.”

They both laugh, and Shikamaru watched as she bared sharp canine teeth, how the sun bounced off her eyelashes and down to her irises. How her hair glistened. He became silent, realizing what his mind had just processed, she was a decent looking woman. They could have two kids, first a girl. Than a boy. He’d retire after their daughter was married and their son successful, and spend the rest of his days playing shogi or go before dying of old age before her. He quickly sits up, snatching his plate,” I’m going to go take care of this. I’ll take yours too.”

“Good luck, my moms going to pressure you in to a slice of her triple berry pie and talk your ear off for half an hour.” She fires back, curling in on herself to try for a quick nap. Shikamaru smiles, slipping back inside, and immediately bombarded by the two mothers,” I seen the spark Kuroi.”

“I seen it, I seen it Yoshino!” Kuroi fans out as they clutch each others hands, already showing a close bond.

“You two stop staring at them through the door like it’s a soap opera and leave them be.” Shikaku grumbles from the table, slicing a piece of pie before continuing,” now go share a slice of pie with her and get out of here before they start rattling off baby names.”

“You’re feeding in to this nonsense too?” Shikamaru asks defeatedly, grabbing the single slice of pie. Shikaku only smirks,” I’m thinking Shikainu.”

Shikamaru scoffs, leaving the possibly intoxicated parents, and quickly handing Y/N the slice of pie,” here. You can have it.”

“You should try a bite first if you aren’t having a slice to yourself. It is pretty good.” She confusedly suggests, sliding the plate back to him. He slides it back, causing a chess match with the small plate of pie before Y/N forcefully grabs the fork and his shirt collar,” one bite damnit!”

His mouth clamps against the fork harshly, quickly becoming intoxicated with the sweet taste against his mouth and the questionable sensation of her forcefully feeding him. His face once again reddens before turning away,” it’s alright I guess.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re allergic to berries, your face is going red again.” She says dumbfounded.

“It’s not the damn berries. It’s just hot out here.” He defends trying his best to look away.

“…you’re blushing?” She asks, sitting against her knees in front of him,” you fell in to their trap!”

“You just looked kind of pretty, I’m not in love with your or anything so calm down.” He quickly utters out, glancing quickly at her own blushing face.

“Why are you blushing? Did you fall in to their trap?” He shoots back, smirking at the small win. She turns away, trying to cross her arms but falls quickly over on top of him. She gasps at the closeness before scrambling backwards,” absolutely not! Are you crazy?”

“You’re the one throwing yourself at me, Y/N. And you said love was stupid.” He eggs her on, somewhat enjoying he caught her unable to hide her feelings as he keeps hold of her arms to prevent her from climbing away.

“It was-is! Let go of me before our parents get the wrong idea, damnit!” Y/N yells out, tugging against his grip. Shikamaru bravely leans closer,” or we could get them off our backs and pretend.”

“Pretend? How do you pretend to love someone?” Y/N shrieks out in a whisper, finally meeting his gaze and realizing how close he had leaned in,” like this.”

Shikamaru leans in, connecting their lips for a brief moment before mumbling against hers,” you don’t have to like it. But this should get them off our backs. They were starting to discuss baby names in there and I like my freedo-“

He’s cut off by Y/N reconnecting their lips and her hands sliding down to grasp his.

“At least make it convincing since this was your bright idea.” She grumbles between his lips. He kisses back, not for show, but for his own guilty pleasure. It felt kind of nice. Plus the scene of future memories flashes across his mind every time her lips touched his. A life he wanted, a life he maybe even craved. She pulls away,” we can stop now, they walked away from the door.”

“Or we could keep doing this.” He offers coyly, smirking dumbly towards her.

“You’re losing oxygen and brain cells.” She scoffs, placing another quick kiss against his lips regardless.

“You aren’t saying no.” Shikamaru points out.

“Love is stupid because it makes you stupid. But I guess if I have to go stupid for anyone… I could always settle with you.” She fires back, laying fully down against his side as he huffs a silent laugh,” I’m not dying for you though.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, but we should get ready for our mission.” Y/N croaks out between a yawn.

“What a drag. I forgot all about it.” He sighs.

“I told you, you lost too much oxygen.” She giggles back.

“Give me some motivation and I’ll make sure you live through this mission.” He smugly offers. She punches his shoulder,” not killing you should be motivation enough.”

He looks down to her toothy smile and threatening eyes in horror,” you got me there.”

She wraps an arm around his neck, placing one last kiss on his lips and sighing,” but that’s for making sure I live.”

“And one more to make sure you don’t get hurt?”

“Don’t push your luck, I can handle getting hurt.”

“Got it, I’ll see you in an hour.”

The Nara’s favored stronger women. Ones that could defend themselves. Ones that could become leaders on their own. And Shikamaru fell in to the fickle trap clueless men before him called love. It was a drag, but less of a drag than facing future events alone. Maybe it wasn’t such a drag after all…

#shikamaru imagine #shikamaru fanfiction #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru nara #shikamaru imagines #naruto fanfiction #nara shikamaru #shikamaru is a lazy king

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Preview of a fic I’m working on

One night Jon woke up suddenly to the feeling he was being crushed. He thrashed blindly for a panicked moment but he found that he was not actively being ground to a pulp between two rocky walls again. Only held tightly enough to prevent him from moving (and slightly obstruct his airway). Trapped as he was, there was no other option but to breath deeply and pull himself together.

“Martin…” he choked out eventually, groping behind him blindly until he found a handful of his hair to stroke “It’s alright, love… I’m right here.”

This happened sometimes. When Martin suffered a particularly intense nightmare and his body reacted by squeezing Jon like a terribly bony and ineffectual teddy bear. So much stronger than Jon he didn’t even need to be conscious to pin him completely. Huge muscles seized and contracted so tightly it seemed painful. Though if Martin was ever sore in the morning afterwards he never said. Jon didn’t think he knew these episodes happened at all. He’d never mentioned it to him.

“It’s alright, my darling. No one’s going to take you from me.”

Luckily he was facing the window. Seeing the stars always helped him calm down. They filled him with a nostalgic sort of longing and made him feel small in all the best ways. A constant, shifting field of tiny lights that meant nothing more than that until you decided they meant anything at all.

“Please take your hand off my tit...”

He didn’t, of course. He was as trapped as Jon, and couldn’t be woken. Just an unfortunate coincidence, Jon knew, but it was hard not to feel like an insult added to injury.

They stayed like that for a long while. Jon staring at the stars and stroking his fiancé’s hair. No matter how he squirmed, he couldn’t turn himself to see Martin’s face, but his hot breath against his shoulder was a constant presence. He’d alternate disparately between muttering sweet nothings or singing softly into the quiet of the room. Martin loved his singing voice, and sometimes it seemed to help him relax. Albeit even then only a little. There had been a time when his singing was a tried and true way to soothe his beloved. Back when he’d be getting stoned every other night and he’d realize he’d forgotten something or have a bout of paranoia. Those nights when Jon had a taste of the tart, full-bodied wine of being the consoler. (Also quite a bit of actual wine.)

He hadn’t realized at the time why he liked it so much. Or maybe he had.

Behind him, Martin mumbled something unintelligible and shifted in his sleep, forcing Jon to move with him. Suddenly, something was poking against his rear. Oh…

Experimentally, Jon wiggles his hips. Behind him, a whining sound escapes Martin’s throat and the intrusion against his arse becomes a bit more pronounced. Oh…

It wasn’t so surprising, really. Bodies react. With or without their owner’s input. Fear and sex were both demanding and intense, physically and emotionally and more connected than it was sometimes comfortable to admit. There was been so many hells where the Fears gorged themselves on people’s sexual nightmares. Fear of exhibition, of revenge porn, of involuntary orgasms, of pregnancy just to name a few.

He probably shouldn’t. He had no idea if this stupid idea would even work. And if it did there was no telling how Martin’s unconscious mind would react to such things. There was every chance he would only exacerbate whatever nightmare he was stuck in right now, which was a thought that had acid rising up his throat. But it seemed safe to assume if Martin was this aroused Jon was involved in some way. (Though was he succubist or sadist or something else entirely?) And when he felt Martin’s hip bump against him again, his cock nosing at his ass like an ill-trained dog, he knew doing nothing simply wasn’t an option. If he couldn’t wake Martin up by regular means maybe making him cum was the next best option.

So he did the only thing he could think of and ground his arse into his fiancé’s groin, moaning wantonly. It was embarrassing to hear the sound all on its own, without any kissing or touching (that was arousing at least) to surround it. Give it meaning.

“God I love the noises you make.” Martin must’ve told him hundreds of times in this very bed. “Look how cute you are, being so good for me!”

“Oh Martin… Martin please!” Okay. Nice safe and solid. But what else? What was he supposed to be begging for? What was his motivation?

He tried arching his back as much as he could. Pushing his chest out as though to further entice the hand already groping it.

The hot breath on his shoulder hitched and sputtered. The cock at his backside had reached full harness and was curiously poking itself into hsi arse, occasionally nudging forward and back again. How long would this take, he wondered.

“Don’t keep me waiting. I need you, Martin.” Alright. Nice. A little variety never hurt.

He pulled up his skirt, letting the cock nestle itself between his cheeks. This seemed to excite it, and suddenly there was more whining and a lot more back and forth. Bit less comfortable, though, Jon realized too late. Lacking anything else within reach, he resorted to licking his hand and rubbing that along the shaft. It helped a bit, the thrusts now pulling real gasps and whines from him as they continued. Though soon enough he felt the added slickness of precum dripping along his arse.

Poor thing hadn’t gotten his rocks off in weeks, now that Jon thought about it. Both of them were so busy during the day and exhausted come night. That sort of thing never bothered Jon but Martin must be terribly pent up. He hadn’t noticed. Why didn’t Martin ever just say these things? He knew Jon was happy to get him off if he asked.

“Fill me up. Make me yours. I want to show the whole world who I belong to.”

Martin makes some sort of noise behind him and the hand that isn’t full of Jon’s breast shifts, coiling around him until it rests reverently atop his stomach.

Oh…

Well. It was only a dream, after all. “Please, Martin. I love you so much. I want to give you everything you want. Please. Please let me give you what you want.”

There was a grunt behind him and suddenly his arse and legs were covered in warm stickiness. He can’t see the face behind him as he cums, but the muscles surrounding him soften and relax.

“That’s it. Good—“ Martin shifts in his sleep, pulling Jon along with him.

He rolls them and suddenly Jon isn’t pinned against his chest but trapped under the bulk of him. It was more comfortable than before, at least a bit. The hand had let go of his tit. But he couldn’t see out the window like this and was stuck staring up at the ceiling instead. Martin’s face was smoshed into his shoulder. His feet dangling off their bed, which had always been too short for him, as he starts to drool. Peaceful and content for all the world to see but Jon knew that didn’t mean the nightmare had passed.

Jon has one free arm left to him and he uses it to stroke his back, pet his hair. “I’ve got you, love. It’s alright.” He promised into the dark.

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demigodsanswer · 2 months ago

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Twice Upon A Pointe: 12/13 Coda

Coda: the concluding section of a ballet, especially the final part of a pas de deux.

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Percy heard footsteps behind him, and he tried to wipe his eyes as quickly as he could.

“Hey,” he said, trying to play it casual.

“I thought I’d come see if you were okay,” Frank said. He sat next to Percy. “Hazel is holding back the small army of people hoping to be the first one to offer you comfort,” he said. “I’m sorry. About Annabeth.”

Percy just nodded, swallowing his sadness as best he could. “Yeah, it sucks,” was all he managed to say.

Frank just held open his arms. “Want a hug?” He offered.

Percy nodded, and Frank pulled him in tight. Percy's voice broke as he finally confessed, “I think I love her.”

“I know,” Frank said. “It’s so hard. Last year, when I thought Hazel was going to stay in New York with Alvin Ailey … it almost killed me.”

Percy pulled back, letting Frank out of the hug. “Would you have ever forgiven her if she had stayed?”

Frank nodded. “If it’s what she wanted, I’d never have been able to stay mad at her. Annabeth won’t hate you either.” Percy just stared at the ground and shook his head. “And if it hurts this bad to leave her behind, maybe Miami isn’t the right spot.”

“It is,” Percy said, “everything about here feels good, and I want that contract, it’s just … she’s something else. I’ll always have my family if I’m here, even if they’re far away. I was ready to move away from them at eighteen if I needed to. But Annabeth …”

“I get it. Girls like her and Hazel are special,” Frank said.

“Would you do it? Go to another company if it meant losing Hazel?” Percy asked.

Frank shrugged. “They’d need to offer me everything I’d ever wanted.”

Percy stared out towards the road, where Annabeth had left. “Lupa just did.”

“Maybe not everything,” Frank suggested. “C’mon, let Hazel and me take you out for a drink. We’ll hide you from everyone hoping to offer you comfort. You can talk this through with us, or we can take your mind off it, whatever you need.”

Percy accepted Frank's offer.

When Frank went to the bar to get their third round, Percy turned to Hazel.

“Do you ever regret staying in Miami?” He asked.

She took a deep breath. “I wonder a lot what my life would be like if I stayed in New York. It will always be a huge what if. But I trained her. I worked my ass off to get here. I earned my promotion and Swan Lake.”

“And Frank?” Percy asked.

“He told me to stay with Alvin Ailey, if it made me happy,” she said. Hazel reached a hand across the sticky bar table, and Percy took it. “Annabeth thinks she’s doing something kind. And she is. I know how much that conversation hurts to have, trust me. But you cannot let her be part of this decision. It’s your career. If you make a choice just for her, you’ll only resent her if it turns out to not be what you wanted.”

“But Jason and Reyna --”

“Are best friends. They still talk. She’s not mad at him. She’s pissed as hell that Lupa isn’t hiring a taller dancer, but she’s not mad at Jason,” Hazel promised. “Just … make your decision, and then work it out with Annabeth, okay? She won’t stay mad at you forever.”

The strong drinks at Calypso’s with Frank and Hazel hadn’t helped him make up his mind at all. Or, rather, his mind hadn’t changed from it has to be Miami. He just hadn’t figured out how to cope with losing Annabeth.

He’d called his mom the next morning, trying to sound as excited as possible. She tried to match the tone, but it seemed like the idea of him moving to Miami did nothing but hurt two of the three most important women in his life.

“Estelle will be happy for you,” his mom assured him, “she’ll get the bigger bedroom now.” They both forced a laugh.

There were no more performances or classes to take at Miami, just one last free day to see the city.

Rachel took him out to brunch, and Percy sipped on black coffee, nursing a headache and remembering why he didn’t like to drink too much.

“She really just ended it?” Rachel asked.

Percy nodded. “I get that long distance is hard, and we were barely together before I came here but …”

“You would have been willing to try it?” Rachel finished for him.

Percy picked at his eggs. “Yeah. For her? Absolutely.”

Rachel flagged down the waiter and ordered them two mimosas. Percy only managed a few sips, before he slid it to Rachel for her to finish.

“And you wouldn’t stay in New York?” Rachel asked.

Percy shrugged. “That’s what I told her. I don’t know … maybe it would be different if New York’s offer was real, but it isn’t. It’s just something Annabeth thought would happen.”

“It’s your career, Percy. She shouldn’t be mad at you for making the necessary choices for it,” Rachel said.

“I don’t think she’s mad at me. I think she wants me to be happy. It’s just that if I’m happy here then I can’t be happy with her,” Percy said.

I’m deciding for you, she’d said, removing herself from Percy’s choice so that he could pick his career without her messing things up. She wouldn’t let him choose her over his career, even if it meant both of them leaving heartbroken. Annabeth was a self-fulfilling prophecy. I’ll ruin it, she’d warned him. And before they could ruin everything together, she’d run off and done it herself. He wanted to be angry at her, or find some cold, uncaring words to say about her, but all he could think about were her gray eyes, resolute and sure, even as she started to cry.

“Maybe you give her too much credit,” Rachel suggested. “Maybe it is better this way.”

Percy couldn’t agree. He just slouched back in his chair, one hand over his eyes to block out the light.

By sunset he was ready to be alone. His friends in Miami had taken him out to dinner -- one last round of shots at Calypso’s. Reyna noticed the sick look on his face when the waitress set down the tray of silver tequila. She took his shot from him and dumped it into her margarita, before filling his shot glass back up with water.

“Thanks,” Percy muttered.

The group was going to stick around after dinner for more drinks and maybe a trip to a karaoke bar, but Percy decided to just go home. He had an early flight. He left them all with a big hug, and they toasted to their newest company member.

He went back to his AirBNB, packed everything he’d brought with him, and did his best to get some sleep.

He was leaving Miami with everything he’d ever wanted. And he’d never felt worse.

His plane left early in the morning, and by noon he was in his apartment again. Stella was at school, his parents at work. He’d be alone until nearly four at least. He dropped his suitcase in his room, not bothering to unpack it, before flopping down on the couch, not even moving to turn on the TV.

NYCB Spring season rehearsals started the next day. Two weeks of A Midsummer Night's Dream opened the season. Another full length ballet. He’d looked over his schedule on the plane. He had been slotted to learn Lysander, Demetrius, Puck, and Theseus. Percy knew he would likely only be cast in one, maybe two, of the roles. He’d only had corps and minor soloist roles in Midsummer before. He almost felt something like hope to see he’d been slotted to learn more principal roles. He’d have to remember to ask Paul about the plot and the four men he’d been slotted to learn. No way was he reading a Shakespeare play by tomorrow.

And then he remembered it didn’t matter what roles he got. He was only with New York for one more season anyway.

He closed his eyes, trying to let his mind settle. He had a dull headache from the plane, two days of “goodbye for now” drinks, and the stress of not crying over a girl who’d never even officially been his girlfriend.

The universe didn’t want him to have a moment of peace though. His phone buzzed.

Chiron Brunner.

Chiron hardly ever called from his personal number, or called at all. Here we go, Percy though.

“Hello?” He said.

“Percy, are you back in New York?”

“Yeah, I just got home,” he said.

“Great, do you think you could pop down to my office?”

“When?”

“As soon as you can.”

Percy took two Advil and headed back down, catching the downtown 1 train to Lincoln Center right as the doors closed.

The hallways were mostly empty, with most dancers enjoying their final day off. When Percy found Chiron’s office, the door was open.

“There you are,” he said. “Come in, Percy.”

Percy shut the door behind him. He suddenly felt seventeen again, just a student waiting to find out his future from the man who held it in his hands. But, Percy reminded himself, you know your future.

He nervously glanced around the room. Chiron had fewer photos of himself up on the walls than Lupa did of herself; mostly he had pictures from the last fifteen years of dancers he’d directed in the company. Percy spotted one of Annabeth and Beckendorf, only nineteen and twenty-one, dancing the Romeo and Juliet Chiron had choreographed himself. Next to it was a new photo. It was him and Annabeth in that same Sleeping Beauty fish dive.

“I never thought I’d make it onto the wall,” Percy said.

Chiron smiled. “I’m not surprised. It’s a tribute to my greatest achievements,” he said. “Your Sleeping Beauty was certainly one of them.”

Percy spotted a third photo of Annabeth. She looked so young; she was in the green Sugar Plum tutu, and Lee Fletcher was her cavalier. He wondered if it was from that very first performance she’d told him about.

“Annabeth is in a lot of them,” Percy said.

“Yes, of course,” Chiron said. Percy felt Chiron’s suspicious gaze on him. “Should she not be?” He asked. But to Percy it sounded like Has Lupa already gotten the better of you?

“Of course she should be up there,” Percy clarified. He pointed to the picture of him and Annabeth in Sleeping Beauty. “You know, Lupa has a picture of the two of you in the same pose in her office?”

Chiron smiled. “Believe it or not, we used to work very well together,” he said. “Mr. B paired us together himself.” It was always surreal to Percy to hear how casually Chiron talked about Balanchine. In Percy’s mind, the man was a legend, a god. But to Chiron it was just Mr. B, as familiar to him as Percy was with Chiron.

Percy thought about asking what happened between him and Lupa, but Chiron gestured for him to sit down. Percy did.

“When I decided to offer Jason Grace a contract, I called Lupa ahead of time, as a courtesy,” he started. Percy’s heart beat faster. “She did the same for me. I wasn’t surprised that she saw you were ready to be a principal. I’ve seen the same thing in you since Sleeping Beauty rehearsals started.”

Percy’s mouth hung open slightly, but he couldn’t find any words, or even move his body.

“Her offer made it easier for me to put pressure on the board to finalize your new contract. The pay should be competitive with anything Lupa is willing to offer you, but if it’s an issue, we may be able to negotiate something higher.”

Chiron slid a manila folder across his desk to Percy. He opened it. The pages inside were fastened to the top, holding the contract in place. Percy’s dyslexia made some of the words swirl, but he managed to focus his eyes on the most important ones. Chiron had taken the liberty of highlighting them in yellow for him. New York City Ballet. Percy Jackson. Rank: Principal.

“I hope you’ll consider both offers carefully,” Chiron said. And then, he spoke more warmly, less all-business. “You should know, this has been long in the works, since well before you went to Miami. I always believed you were capable of making it this far, Percy, it was just a matter of …”

“Of what?” Percy asked. “This happened the last time, too. When I got into Miami as a teenager, my apprenticeship materialized. Why now? Why again?”

Chiron nodded. “I understand this might be confusing. I apologize for the strange parallel circumstances. When you were seventeen, you had so much promise. But it was untested. You didn’t have as much training as everyone else, but that didn’t hold you back on a technical level. But it always held you back mentally. I wasn’t sure how reliable you could be, or if you’d have the mental strength to sustain yourself in a company. That extra year at SAB, and the experience you gained in auditions, it changed something in you. You had always been so willing to hide in the background, so unsure of your own talent. But once you were really tested, I started to see the dancer you would be. That apprenticeship contract was all but guaranteed halfway through your final year in the school. In less than a year, you had truly come into your own as a young dancer.

“And then in the company, you were reliable. Stable. Strong. But you started to see yourself as an understudy, and nothing more. You started to slip into the corps, into the shadows. You were always talented, but I never knew if you were really ready to step up. You proved yourself reliable and adaptable in Opus. You had a star power to you that first night. You were no one’s understudy. You could take a role and make it your own, you could be adaptable, moving into roles on short notice, and dance them as if you’d rehearsed for weeks. You were the ideal soloist.

“But a soloist isn’t a principal. You were adaptable and strong, but you didn't have that confidence. The Sleeping Beauty turned out to be the perfect test. When Beckendorf went out, it became clear early on that you were the perfect fit to replace him. But I was worried you’d only think of yourself as his replacement. If you did think that way, it didn’t show in your dancing. From that first rehearsal to the final bow, you were clean, confident, and everyone could tell Annabeth trusted you one hundred percent. After that first show, I started working on your principal contract. But, these things take time. And Lupa was there for those first few shows. To see Jason, I thought. But she and I have always had the same eye for dancers. She must have seen you and known you were ready. And she tried to steal you out from under us.”

“The same eye for dancers,” Percy repeated. He doubted Lupa felt that way. “That’s what you said when you gave me my apprenticeship.”

“Hmm,” Chiron hummed, “it remains true.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “I wouldn’t give you this contract if I didn’t think you were ready, or if I didn’t think you’d earned it. If I thought Miami was giving you the better offer, or if I thought that was the right place for you to dance, I would encourage you to go. But I’m not. You’re a talented dancer Percy, and you should stay in New York.”

“You said that the last time too,” Percy said.

“That’s still true too,” Chiron said. “If you do choose Miami, you will always be welcomed back here with open arms. There won’t be bad blood. But think on it carefully.”

“Would you be offering me this if Luke Castellan hadn’t been fired?” Percy asked.

Chiron raised a curious eyebrow at him; the public narrative had been that Luke retired. Percy’s verb choice told Chiron I know what he did to Annabeth. But Chiron didn’t dwell on it.

“You are not Luke Castellan's replacement. Jason Grace was Luke’s replacement. They have a similar look, they’re the same height. Firing Luke freed up the money to offer Jason a contract. You are not the replacement for him.” He paused. “You are no one’s replacement. You, Percy Jackson, are completely singular. And if you’re going to be a successful principal, I need you to start thinking of yourself as such.”

Percy looked down at the contract, and thought about what Chiron had said. He had spent almost a year working for Luke’s position. So many men in the company were fighting for it. But it had already been filled. So his contract … he ran his fingers over the brass fastener at the top of the pages, leaving smudged fingerprints behind.

Miami had made space for him. They wanted him in the company. It had been so easy to imagine taking that offer when he thought New York never would.

I don’t think it would make a difference, he remembered himself saying to Annabeth. Percy closed his eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference if the contract had materialized only out of Chiron’s desire to spite Lupa. But it hadn’t. Annabeth had been right. They were going to make him a principal for his dancing in Sleeping Beauty. And Percy had been wrong. This contract did make a difference. It at least mattered in his decision making. He felt the world shift as his decision became much less easy to make.

Percy summoned his confidence and said: “If I stay, I want to do Tarantella.”

Chiron almost laughed. “That sounds like a fair request. I can make it happen. Lupa will probably demand some kind of compensation for stealing her program lineup, though. Ms. McLean has already demanded Slaughter be part of her contract.”

Percy smiled when he realized what Chiron was implying. He and Piper were being promoted.

“Annabeth is never wrong,” Percy said under his breath, but Chiron heard him.

“In all my years of knowing her, I’ve only ever known Annabeth to be wrong about one big thing. And even then … It wasn't her fault.” Chiron almost sounded guilty, like he knew he could have done more to protect her. The room got quiet, then, and Chiron’s gaze turned towards the photos on the wall. Chiron smiled.

Percy followed Chiron’s gaze, and looked at the photo of him and Annabeth on his wall. They were two of Chiron’s greatest achievements. Percy couldn’t help but smile too.

“When do I need to make a decision?” Percy asked.

“Well, it depends on Miami’s timeline, but your contract with us expires at the end of Spring. So, by then, I suppose,” Chiron said. “Now, go get some rest. You’ve had a long month, and I don’t want you getting injured.”

Percy nodded, took the folder, and headed out of the office.

Percy stared at the folder in his hand, worried it might just disappear if he took his eyes off of it for one moment. Miami wanted him. They’d always seen something in him that Chiron has hesitated on. They wanted to make him a principal on only a few minutes of dancing alone. But New York …

He thought of his future again -- him in Miami, running things down there, far away from Annabeth, their affection for each other long-since soured.

But he didn’t want to run Miami City Ballet, he reminded himself. He didn’t want to run New York City Ballet for that matter. Maybe he would even enjoy dancing in Miami for the rest of his career. Jason seemed to be enjoying his change. Maybe Percy could enjoy his.

But maybe it didn’t matter where he danced. What mattered to him more was where he lived his life.

What he held in his hand was the thing he’d really worked so hard for. This contract, with this company, in his city. He wanted to make a change for everyone else here too. He couldn’t do that from Miami. Sure, he could teach Miami kids, but he didn’t know Miami. He couldn’t teach a new generation of New York kids who never would have danced otherwise, the way Miss Hestia had. He couldn’t take his sister to dance class and introduce dozens of girls to ballet superstars like Annabeth. He couldn’t have dinner with his family. He’d have to leave his friends behind.

He thought about Hazel, and how thoroughly she’d asked about New York last year. And then he thought about how happy she looked at Calypso’s. Everyone, even Hazel herself, seemed to attribute her staying to Lupa bribing her with a principal contract and Swan Lake. But maybe there was more to it than that. Maybe she didn’t make the choice because of Frank alone, but he wasn’t the only person in Miami she loved.

Percy looked at the subway tracks in front of him. A rat the size of a small cat was dragging a hot dog in its mouth down into the dark tunnel. He hadn’t seen that in Miami. He looked at that enormous rat and realized Lupa could never actually offer him everything.

The folder was still in his hand. He flipped it open and read those key words again. New York City Ballet. Percy Jackson. Rank: Principal.

“Yeah, okay,” he said to the rat, before turning away and running up the stairs to the other side of the subway stop as the downtown 1 train pulled in.

Percy slipped into Annabeth’s building as someone was leaving. He had her apartment number, but it took some running up and down the halls to actually find the door. Finally, though, he found 415, and then double checked he hadn’t read the number wrong. She’d texted him the new address when she signed the lease three weeks ago, when they still expected him to come back from Miami as if nothing had changed.

Everything had changed since then, but maybe it had finally changed for the better.

He knocked.

When Annabeth opened the door, she looked annoyed to see him, like him arriving at her apartment was interrupting her being mad at him. Still, her hand went to her hair, tucking back and smoothing out some front pieces, and tucking loose strands into the clip that held most of it at the back of her head. She was still in her pajamas -- just sweats and hoodie with the name of her dance school in Virginia -- and her glasses.

Yeah, he thought admiring her, a smile already blooming on his face, she’s completely singular.

“You don’t get to decide for me,” he said.

She stepped aside and let him in. Her apartment still had a few boxes left to unpack, and only seemed half decorated. Her coffee table was covered in pointe shoes that she was in the middle of sewing; her TV was on, the volume low. When he turned to her, her arms were crossed, and she stood a good distance away from him, her face stern and solemn.

“What’s left to decide, Percy? You’ve made your choice clear, and I’ve made mine,” she said.

“Annabeth …” Percy said, taking a step closer. She stepped back. Percy held out the folder. If I go here, he tried to ask, will you follow?

She reached forward, grabbing it out of his hand. “What is this?”

“Look at it.”

She flipped it open. Percy’s heart pounded as her eyes scanned over the words, before she finally lifted her head. She looked completely unsurprised.

“Chiron finally offered it to you,” she said. Her face was unreadable, only the rapid rise and fall of her chest under her shirt gave Percy any kind of hope that it wasn’t too late.

“Apparently it was in the works before I left,” he said. He was trying and failing to match her neutrality. He couldn’t help but smile. Everything he ever wanted was in New York, right in front of him.

“I thought it didn’t matter,” she reminded him.

Percy shrugged. “I was wrong. Of course it matters,” he said. He stepped closer to her, and she didn’t back away.

“But what about Miami actually wanting you, appreciating you?” She asked.

“I was wrong about that too. They do want me, and dancing there was great. But you were right. Chiron wouldn’t keep me out of spite. City Ballet does want me in their company. They do appreciate me. Chiron made space for me. And everything I have ever wanted is in New York,” Percy said, taking another step towards her. “Why would I ever give that up?”

“Even if it’s just the stuff Luke left behind?” Annabeth asked.

“Luke Castellan is an abusive asshole who got dumped and fired in the same week. It’s not stuff he left, it’s what he lost.” He rested a hand on her face. “I’m so sorry I said that to you. You were never what I meant. I promise, I won’t lose you.”

Annabeth’s facade finally broke. She let herself smile, the faintest little whisper of hope, as her eyes filled with tears.

“You’re staying in New York?” She asked, her voice quiet, a few tears escaping to trace lines down her cheeks.

His hand was still resting on her face, and he used his thumb to brush away a tear.

“Yes,” he said.

“You promise?” She asked. He held up his pinky, and she almost laughed as she twisted hers around his.

“Yes,” he said again, “so, Annabeth Chase, can I please, please finally take you out to dinner?”

She dropped the contract on her coffee table, her tears halting, before she tangled both of her hands in his hair. “Oh you can do so much more than that,” she said, before pulling him down into a kiss.

Whatever invisible boundaries had been set up between them crumbled. There were no worries about Luke or Miami; everything that had held them back had gotten so, so small it was inconsequential. Percy pressed his hands into her back, the way he did in a pas de deux right before a lift. She took the familiar cue and jumped. He caught her, holding onto her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

They moved together in perfect time, matching each other as though they were a single person. They didn’t need choreography or rehearsals for this dance; they already knew it.

They’d dozed off. Percy had curled himself around Annabeth, not caring that he was mostly breathing through her hair. It smelled faintly of lemons and hairspray. The last time he’d been in her bed, he’d tried to stay far away from her, not rolling over or invading her space in the middle of the night. Now, he didn’t want to leave any space between them. One hand was pinned between his chest and her back, while the other reached over her, resting on the soft skin over her rib cage. Her breathing was soft, and her face peaceful and relaxed. He might never get off of her, he thought. She looked so beautiful. Something told him that if he’d seen this particular vision of her before he’d left for Miami, he wouldn’t have considered their offer for a single moment.

His phone started to buzz somewhere, pulling him from his half-asleep cuddle. He carefully untangled himself from Annabeth, hoping he didn’t disrupt her sleep, as he slipped out of the bed. He found his phone in his pants pocket over by the bedroom door. He grabbed it, trying to pull on his underwear as he read the caller ID.

Percy stepped out of Annabeth’s room, shutting the door quietly as he answered. “Hey Mom,” he said, trying to keep his voice casual.

“Did you make it home?” She asked. “Did your flight get delayed?”

He looked at the clock on Annabeth’s microwave. 5:00 pm. They’d been expecting him home.

“Yeah, I’m back in the city. Sorry, I should have texted. I went to see Annabeth,” he explained.

“Oh …” her voice got very sympathetic, “Percy I’m so sorry. I know how much you care for her.”

Percy just smiled as he looked at his City Ballet contract on Annabeth’s coffee table. “It’s okay, Mom. We’re okay,” he promised. Much better than okay, but Sally didn’t need to know. “I’ll be home for dinner. Seven, you said?”

“Yeah, your sister got you the most ridiculous cake I’ve ever seen.” Percy laughed. “If Annabeth is up for it, she’s always welcome,” Sally added.

“I’ll offer,” he said.

“Love you sweetie, I’ll see you soon,” Sally said.

“Love you too, Mom,” Percy said, hanging up the phone.

He walked back into Annabeth’s bedroom. She was still laying down, her bare body snuggled under the blankets, but her eyes were open.

“Have you told her yet?” Annabeth asked.

Percy shook his head. “No, I came straight here once I got it,” Annabeth smiled and sat up, letting the blankets fall away. Percy kept his eyes on her face to keep himself from saying something dumb like awooga. “You’re invited to dinner, though, if you’d like to help me surprise them.”

“I’d love to,” she said, slid out of bed and slipped on her glasses. “I’ll start getting ready.”

Before she could go into the bathroom, Percy grabbed her hand, and pulled her into another long, tender kiss. When they parted, Annabeth just smiled a wicked smile, and pulled him into the shower with her.

Annabeth had slipped the contract into a tote bag for him with a bottle of fancy wine to make it look less suspicious.

When they got to Percy’s front door, Annabeth let go of his hand. He turned to look at her as he pulled out his key, and saw she was near tears.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

She smiled, the sad look on her face disappearing. “Oh yeah,” she said. “You’re surprising them with the news, so I figured I should act like you’re still moving to Miami.”

Percy leaned in and kissed her. “Alright, just let me know the plan next time so you don’t scare me.”

Annabeth gave him a thumbs up as she slipped back into her melancholy mask.

Percy opened the door and announced to the apartment that they were there. Stella ran at him first. She gave him a big, tight hug, but didn’t say anything except: “Mom invited Miss Hestia.”

Percy squeezed her back, happy that for once his little sister was more excited about seeing him than seeing Annabeth.

They walked together into the living room, where his parents and Miss Hestia were sitting, looking over some old pictures of him.

“Hello,” Percy said. “Are we embarrassing me already?” He asked.

The three of them jumped up, each taking their turn to give him a big congratulatory hug. It took everything to not whip out the New York contract, but he’d decided to do it during dinner while they were all sitting down.

“I’m so proud of you,” Sally said, holding onto him tight. “I’m gonna miss you so much,” she said. Percy choked up a little, and he wouldn’t have been able to say don’t worry, I’m staying even if he planned to.

“You must be Annabeth,” he heard Miss Hestia say. Percy pulled loose from his mom, and turned to the two women.

“Yes, Percy’s told me so much about you,” Annabeth said, holding out her hand. “Are you still teaching?” She asked as they shook.

“Oh yes,” Miss Hestia said.

“Percy and I would love to come help one of these days,” Annabeth said, volunteering him, not that he minded.

“Maybe this summer?” Percy suggested.

“Before the big move?” Miss Hestia asked.

Percy and Annabeth nodded, still keeping up their act.

“Let me show you your cake!” Stella said, pulling Percy towards the kitchen. As he headed into the kitchen, he watched his mom pull Annabeth into a sad hug, offering her comfort about Percy’s move.

“It’s all right, Sally, we’re figuring it out,” he heard her say.

Maybe dinner was too long from now, he thought.

Estelle lifted the white cardboard lid of the bakery box, and inside was a round cake with a printed image of Pit Bull and the text “I’m in Miami Ballet.” Percy laughed.

“Now, how on earth did you come up with that?” He asked.

“Well, I’m funnier and smarter than you,” she reminded him.

“And a better dancer,” he added.

Stella smiled, before pulling him to another hug. “I’m gonna miss you. You promise you’ll come back and visit, right?”

Percy couldn’t take it anymore. “Of course,” he promised. He broke the hug and took the folder out of his tote bag. “But …” he handed it to her, “look at this.”

Stella’s eyes scanned over the highlighted parts. She looked up at Percy then, her brown eyes wide and welling with tears.

“You’re not moving to Miami?” She asked.

Percy panicked a little. “I’m sorry, you can still have the bigger room --”

She started to cry. “I’m not sad, I’m happy,” she said. Percy almost cried then, when she started crying in that loud, heartbreaking way little kids do, and he couldn’t do anything but pull her back into the tight hug. If there were any last doubts about his choice, this killed them completely.

Sally ran over to them. “Stella, sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“Percy doesn't need to move to Florida,” she said through her tears, still holding onto Percy. She managed to hold out the contract. “Look!”

Sally opened it, and Miss Hestia looked over her shoulder. Percy saw Annabeth drop her facade and nudge Paul to go look too.

“Does that say New York?” Sally asked Miss Hestia.

“It does,” Miss Hestia said, her smile almost audible.

Sally turned to Annabeth. Annabeth just smiled wide. “He’s staying in New York,” Annabeth confirmed.

Everyone piled on top of him. Stella didn’t let go as their mom hugged him. Miss Hestia wrapped her arms around all three of them. He heard Annabeth say, “Should we get in there?” And Paul said, “I think so.” Soon there were two more bodies crushing him.

“So, if you two are official now, can I finally embarrass you by showing her your baby pictures?” Sally asked as she cleared away cake plates (Pit Bull’s face had tasted delicious). Percy wasn’t sure they’d communicated with her that they were official, but there was no point in challenging her if she was right.

“I’m pretty sure moms only do that in movies,” Percy said.

“But I would love to see them,” Annabeth said.

Sally was already on her feet, and Stella jumped up to help her. Sally plucked a few frames from the mantle as Estelle went to the living room to get the big photo album off the coffee table.

“This one isn’t too embarrassing,” Sally said. “It’s Percy at one of his first competitions. He came in twelfth.”

Sally held out the frame holding the photo of the top fifteen junior boys and top fifteen junior girls to Annabeth.

Annabeth grabbed it quickly. “Oh my god!” She yelled. She pointed to Percy. “Is that you?” She asked.

“Well, this seems like a bit of an overreaction,” Percy said, already embarrassed.

“No it’s …” she looked up at him, and pointed at the photo. He hadn’t really looked at the photo in years, and if he did, he selfishly only glanced at his younger self. He followed her finger to Giselle in the middle, the little girl who’d won not just his competition, but the national-level one too. The little blonde girl with the hops on pointe that no one else could do at their age. And he realized just how familiar she looked. She’s going to be famous, Lester had predicted correctly.

“Percy, that’s me,” Annabeth said. Of course it was.

“Oh my god,” Sally said, leaning over Annabeth to take a closer look. “It really is!”

But Annabeth was already leaning in to kiss him. See, Percy tried to say through the chaste, family-friendly kiss, we were always meant to be.

They indulged in extra desserts and wine as they sat on the couch and let Stella scroll through different YouTube videos on the TV. Naturally, she kept picking ones with Annabeth in them. Most of New York's rep was under lock and key, but there were a few good recordings. Stella found several favorites, like Marzipan, Romeo and Juliet’s balcony scene, and the Black Swan coda. While they all admired her, Annabeth offered a steady commentary of “oh that was terrible”, “point that foot, Annabeth Chase”, and “turn out from the hips, dear.” Percy just pulled her in closer and kissed her red cheeks, no longer feeling quite so embarrassed about the half hour they’d spent looking at his childhood photos.

“You look beautiful,” he promised her.

When Miss Hestia finally stood up to leave, Sally told Stella they’d had enough ballet for the day, and it was time for her to get ready for bed too.

Estelle gave Percy another big hug, before turning to Annabeth. As she hugged Annabeth good night, she added: “Woman to woman? You could do better.”

Annabeth laughed, and Percy just scooped his sister up and carried her to her room.

When he came back, Annabeth leaned in close to him, her mouth near his ear. “Do you want to come back with me?” She asked. “We can go to rehearsal together tomorrow.”

Percy nodded. “Yeah, of course.”

Percy stood up and tried to play things casually. “We’re going to head out soon too,” he told his mom.

She smiled knowingly at the conspicuous we but decided Percy and Annabeth had both been embarrassed enough for one night.

“Alright sweetheart. Let me pack you some leftovers.” As she did that, Percy packed his dance bag, adding some things for overnight. He didn’t want to presume too much, but he did pack two days worth of clothes, just in case one night turned into more than that.

Annabeth was chatting with his parents when he walked back out, helping them stack plates and arrange tupperwares.

“Ready to go?” She asked. Percy nodded.

Percy hugged his mom tight as they got ready to leave.

“I’m so proud of you, Percy,” she said. “Really. I have always been proud of you, and I will always be, but, this …” she touched the tote bag on his arm where the contract was stored away again. “You’ve worked so hard, and you deserve it so much.”

For the second time in three days, he felt himself cry, just a little. His mom wiped away the tear, before pulling him in for another hug.

“I love you, Mom. Thanks for … ” he didn’t quite know how to put into words everything she had done for him and sacrificed for him, from ballet classes to Gabe, so he just settled on a simple but insufficient, “.. everything.”

“Of course, Percy. It’s what moms are for.” She gave him an extra squeeze before letting go. “Alright, I’ll let you go enjoy the rest of your night now,” she said, pulling away from him.

When they parted, Percy turned to Paul. “I never really thanked you,” he said to his stepdad, “for everything. I wouldn’t have been able to go to SAB without you. You’re just a high school teacher, and you had a baby on the way. I mean, really, none of this would have been possible without you supporting me. And you didn’t need to do that. I’m not your son.”

Paul rested a hand on Percy’s shoulder, and just said, “Of course you are,” before pulling him in for a hug.

Behind him, he heard Annabeth sniffling.

“Sweetheart, you can’t start crying too,” Sally said, pulling Annabeth in for a hug.

It seemed like Sally could tell Annabeth had not had a sufficient number of mom hugs in her life, because she refused to pull away first.

“Come out to Montauk with us this summer,” Paul said when Annabeth and Sally let go of each other. “I’ll teach you how to drive. I taught Percy, and you can’t possibly be worse than him.”

Annabeth laughed. “That’d be great,” she said, opening her arms for a hug as well. Theirs was a shorter goodbye hug, but it made Annabeth smile all the same.

“Alright, I think it’s time we let them get on with their night,” Sally said to her husband.

Annabeth took Percy’s hand as he led her out of the apartment and back downtown.

It was past eleven at night, and he knew he needed to get ready for bed. But all Percy could do was stare at the contract in his hands. He wasn’t thinking about anything except that it was real. He didn’t process the sink turning off or the bathroom door opening, until Annabeth was kneeling behind him on the bed in her bathrobe. She draped her arms over his shoulders, her chest to his back, and her face near his ear.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked.

“That I haven’t actually signed it yet,” he said.

Annabeth leaned back a little. “It’s not going to disappear,” she said. “Or are you having second thoughts?”

Percy turned his head towards her. “I’m not going to disappear either,” he promised with a quick kiss. “I was just thinking that I should do it now. I can give it to Chiron tomorrow.”

Annabeth was smiling. “Have you read it all the way through?” She asked.

“Well, no … but I was going to,” he said. He wasn’t stupid enough to sign something without reading most of it.

“Don’t sign it yet,” she said. Percy raised an eyebrow. “Let me read it tomorrow. I’ll compare it to mine. You might be able to look at Beck’s too. Just to make sure you’re getting everything you should. Have you gotten Miami’s offer yet?”

“Not the official contract,” he said.

“Maybe even wait to see their offer. If they offer more money, Chiron might boost your pay,” Annabeth said.

“Sneaky,” Percy teased.

“Strategic,” Annabeth corrected.

“I thought you’d want me to sign it as soon as possible,” Percy said, “and commit to New York.” He looked at her carefully when he said New York, and she understood what he was saying.

“When you were going to pick Miami, what did you hope would happen with us?” She asked.

Percy shrugged. “That we’d make it work somehow. I wasn’t thinking it was a choice between you and other women.” He was smart enough to know that mentioning Rachel’s name might send her into another spiral.

She nodded. “I’m sorry I made it about that,” she said. “And that I wasn’t willing to try. I just didn’t want you to choose me over your career and what you deserve.”

Percy brushed her hair back. “I accept your apology, and I forgive you. I’m a dancer. It’s something I do. I can dance anywhere. Everything else, my life, my family, my goals, they’re all in New York. And, Annabeth?” He kissed her gently. “There was never anyone else I wanted to be with. The whole time, you were all I could think about.” She smiled and leaned in. When they pulled away, Percy added. “You do owe Rachel Dare an apology though.”

Annabeth carded her fingers through his hair. “I sent her an Instagram DM during the party. I’m sorry I was so mean to your friend.”

“You did warn me that you get jealous,” he said.

“I’ll work on it,” she promised.

“You’re really okay with me not signing it yet?” Percy asked.

“I trust you,” she promised. “And I do think you can probably get a little more money out of Chiron.”

“More money might not be a bad idea. I’ve been thinking it’s time to move out of my mom’s place,” Percy said. “Kind of lame to bring a girl back to my mom’s apartment.”

Annabeth shrugged. “I love your family, and … we can always come back here anyway.” She brushed some hair out of his face. “No need to rush out of there. Save your money for more important future things.”

“What kinds of future things?” Percy asked.

“Oh, you know,” she kissed him, “vacations, fancy dates, and other future stuff.” Her cheeks were pink, as she kissed him again.

“Come on,” Percy said softly between kisses, “don’t be embarrassed. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” she said.

“Try me.”

Instead of saying anything, she just opened her robe to reveal she hadn’t put her pajamas on yet. She pulled Percy further into the bed. His contract flopped to the ground, forgotten for the time being.

“Annabeth,” Percy said. “Tell me.”

Annabeth pouted a little when she realized her distraction hadn’t worked.

“Future stuff,” she said, “you know, like moving in with someone, marriage, kids …”

“Just someone?” he asked. She hummed. He kissed her again. “Do you want those things, Annabeth? Do you still want them?” She’d had or nearly had them before and walked away. Percy knew it was the future he wanted with someone, but she might not.

“I do,” she said. “Not yet, but … Luke didn’t ruin everything, you know? But do you want them?” She asked.

Percy leaned down to her, kissing her lips first, before moving to her neck, then her chest.

“Yes,” he promised. He’d gotten everything he’d wanted so far -- his promotion at his company, in his city, and now he had her too. And there was still so much of his future he could dream about.

No, not dream, he remembered. Goals. Goals he could work for. Goals he could -- would -- make happen.

#besties i cannot believe that after four years im finally going to finish this fic #twice upon a pointe #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #Youtube

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noonaishere · 7 months ago

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Online/Offline [C.S] - forty | we can’t keep meeting like this

You found Yeosang sitting on the floor next to his apartment door, asleep.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

You unlocked your own door, put your stuff down and got his spare key before going over and pushing his shoulder to wake him up.

“Yeosang.” You shook him. “Yeo.”

He woke up, startled, and looked at you.

“Get up, buddy.”

“Why are you home so late?” He yawned as he stood.

“Because today is the day I have my late shift and I had to do some grocery shopping right after?”

He nodded sleepily.

“You know Yeo, we can’t keep meeting like this. If you wanted to talk to me you could just message me.”

Yeosang fake laughed. “I’m so glad we’re friends again, what would I do without your wit?”

“Um… not get into your apartment?” You went back to your door and opened it and spun around, trying to close it as fast as possible, but Yeosang shoved his foot in the space.

“Ow.”

“Serves you right.”

“Unlock my door please.”

“Don’t fake laugh at me ever again.”

“I’m sorry for fake laughing and I won’t do it again.”

You brandished his spare key. “Move.”

He moved so you could leave and you unlocked his door for him.

“You know, you really need to do a better job of making sure you have your keys before you leave the apartment.”

“I’ve just been stressed lately from all the grading.”

You nodded.

“Oh, I was watching your stream a few days ago when Keeho revealed his hair for the new comeback. He’s really going to be gone for a month?”

“Mhm. It happens a couple times a year.”

“Do his fans abandon you for that time?” Yeosang rooted around in the cupboard for something to make for dinner.

“Some do. A lot of them stick around because I think they feel obligated to support us even if he’s not there.”

“That’s good at least.”

“We do streaming parties for the songs too because, like, why not?”

He hummed in affirmation.

You nodded. “Mhm. Also uh… I accidentally ended up with a replacement this time around.”

“Oh? Who?”

“Um? …San?”

Yeosang dropped the package of instant ramen he was holding onto the counter. “I’m sorry?”

You nodded. “Minsoo volunteered him.”

He blinked.

“What?”

“That’s uh… quite the thing to have happened.”

“Amazing sentence structure.” You laughed.

“I’d give myself a B. But: she really volunteered him?”

“Yeah. I was just like ‘my streaming buddy is actually an idol and he’s going to be away doing a comeback for a bit,’ and first she was like ‘Oh my god, an idol?’ and then she was like, ‘What about San?’ and he happened to walk out of the kitchen at that moment and he… somehow said yes.”

“Does he know how to stream?”

“No. But it’s not like it’s too hard. I’ll get him set up and he’ll have us to talk to, so like… he’ll definitely have it easier than when I started out.”

“What happened when you started out?”

“I streamed to no one for a few weeks… probably because it was awkward as hell to have no one to talk to and also I was a goofy teenager. But then I told Keeho about it and he joined and we started getting fans around the same time.”

“Actually, I’ve been wondering: doesn’t Keeho get in trouble for streaming?”

“Like how?”

“Doesn’t it ruin his ‘idol image?’”

You shook your head. “So, his family moved back from Canada when he was in middle school so he could train, then he started streaming and that company told him he had to stop, but Wonderland heard about him through the grapevines and saw his subscriber count and headhunted him, they told him he didn’t have to stop streaming if he joined them, and he’s been there ever since.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. Except for one time when another company tried to steal him away right before JUPiTER debuted.”

“Really? What stopped him from leaving?”

“The CEO talked to him.”

“About what?”

“The other company offered more money but Wonderland has a really humane contract. He made Keeho’s parents come in and review both contracts with a lawyer they chose.”

“Wow… that has to be unheard of.”

“Yeah. They basically had a meeting about the other company’s contract and the lawyer pointed out all the sneaky shit the other company had put in it. Like… if he was ever fired from the company or left, they would get his channel and all the rights to the VODs.”

“That’s really sneaky.”

“Mhm. They basically saved him.”

“Wonderland really give a shit about their talent.” Yeosang nodded and leaned on the counter on his elbows. “And um… what about the ‘Liking San’ thing? Because technically you won’t just be ‘coworkers who are kind of friends’ anymore, you’ll be ‘actual friends who see each other outside of work.’”

You stared at him, trying to intimidate him with your gaze.

“You keep that up and you’re going to get wrinkles.”

You sighed and looked away. “I don’t know… he’ll still be my coworker so it’s not like I can suddenly ask him out or something. And, also, I can’t now that he’ll be streaming with me because it could be even more awkward if he says no. Or if we date and it sucks.”

“I mean… I guess.” Yeosang took out a pot and filled it with water. “You have a lot of fear.”

You blinked, thinking that maybe you knew what he meant but not really wanting to investigate the meaning or what your response to it would be. Yeosang stopped the water at the appropriate height and looked up at you, directly into your eyes.

“...Okay, I don’t feel like thinking about this anymore. I’m going to go put my groceries away and probably also make ramen for dinner.”

“Later.” Yeosang put the pot on the stove and turned the heat on.

“Later.” You beelined out the door, closing it behind you.

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housewifebuck · 11 months ago

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Do you have any unpopular and/or strong opinions about car care? Products people get or don’t when they should?

I’m in the freaking out about getting a cat soon stage lol

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hiiii<3 congratulations you have pressed my special interest button! I have extremely strong opinions on proper cat care from the perspective of a rescuer since every day I am faced with cleaning up the messes of people who do NOT take care of their cats properly. I am putting everything under the cut since this will include mentions of animal abuse/neglect etc. And also it’s going to be very long I fear.

First and foremost as I’m sure you will soon be able to tell animal welfare is something I am very very passionate about. Rescue work is my entire life. These are all things I have had to repeat over and over to people who just don’t care/don’t get it and so if some of it sounds aggressive that is NOT directed at you (Michal) 😭 I’m talking to the royal you here since this is advice for everybody.

the most important thing in the world is to make sure your cat is FIXED. if she is coming from a rescue she likely already is, but if shes not, make sure you have an appointment set up to get it + rabies and FVRCP vaccines done asap (I also recommend getting the feline leukemia vaccine, which is not usually done in house by rescues). I would even make the appointment now if you know when you are bringing her home. on top of preventing countless health issues down the road, it will also keep her from reproducing if she ever accidentally gets outside. not only is that awful for the mom cat but we already have enough homeless kittens out there tyvm. PS this is just as important for male cats.

speaking of which, do not let your pet cat free roam outside*. Ever. here is a handy article outlining just a few of the many many reason why it is a terrible and irresponsible thing to do. I dont care if you think you live in a low risk area, or if your cat seems to want to get outside, or if you've had outdoor cats before with no issue. I have had to scrape countless dead cats out of the roadway after being hit by cars because their owners let them outside. Rat poison (very commonly found around peoples houses and in trash cans), if ingested, will literally cause an animal to exsanguinate and die in agony. Other stray cats in the area could be carrying FIV/FeLV or worse. If any of your neighbors grow lilies and your cat brushes against one and licks the pollen from their fur, they will die. There’s just so many reasons to keep your cats indoors I could go on about this forever. if you absolutely must take your cat outside either leash train them (properly, dont just take them out on a leash for the first time and expect them to be okay with it) or get a kitty stroller. But there are PLENTY of ways to keep your cat enriched and entertained indoors. Cat trees, shelves, bird feeders outside, interactive toys, treat dispensers, just to name a few. Go on chewy.com and just browse. They have an excellent selection and great customer service. Another alternative is building a catio! Just make sure your cat receives regular flea/tick treatment year round.

avoid the hell out of those backpack carriers with the clear plastic windows. those are terrifying for cats to be in they feel completely exposed and the ventilation is shit. get a proper hard sided (plastic) carrier. I recommend one with two doors (one on the front and one on top, otherwise known as a top loading carrier). When you travel outside or in the car be sure to cover the carrier with a towel or blanket. This calms them down a lot. The reasons I recommend against soft/mesh carriers are: they are impossible to clean or sanitize if your cat has an accident (very common in the car) or contracts an infectious disease, they provide no protection in the event of being dropped or if you are in a car accident or if you run into a cat-aggressive dog in the vet waiting room, and especially anxious cats can and will fight their way out of them and having a terrified cat loose in your car on your way to the vet is extremely dangerous for both of you.

Expect your new cat to be scared and shy for a few days-to-weeks, minimum. This isn’t always the case, but it is more often than not. I have had so many cats returned for not being friendly enough right away because adopters were too impatient to wait. It takes cats time to decompress in a new environment. I recommend keeping your new cat in a separate room like a bathroom or small bedroom for the first few days so a) it is less overwhelming and b) once you allow them access to the rest of the house, that room will be their “safe space” to retreat to. Also normal when a cat has experienced an environmental shift are: mild vomiting and/or diarrhea (I recommend keeping the cat on whatever diet they have been fed previously and doing a slow transition to your food of choice, + add in probiotics. Proviable and Fortiflora are two brands I like, both available on chewy), hiding in one place for the first 24ish hours, and occasionally stress induced urinary issues such as UTIs. To best avoid the latter make sure their litter box is somewhere they can get to easily without encountering any human or animal traffic. But don’t put it next to their food/water obviously.

And speaking of food/water! Cats tend not to like their food to be right next to their water. I recommend placing the dishes a few feet away at least if not in separate areas of the room. Also, cats by nature do not drink enough water usually so some amount of wet food in their diet is pretty important, and water fountains/bubblers also help get them to drink more. Chronic dehydration can cause urinary issues and more. Dry food is better for their teeth but higher in carbs and a dry-only diet often leads to an overweight cat, and wet food can cause plaque buildup faster but has a much higher moisture content. A balance of both is ideal. Avoid raw diets as well as these food brands: Hartz**, kit & caboodle, meow mix, friskies.

If you keep houseplants, be very very careful. Cats are curious and love to chew on anything that smells like nature and will go out of their way to do so, but a LOT of common houseplants are toxic to cats (for example, every part of the Lily flower, if ingested and not treated immediately, will kill your cat within a day). The ASPCA has a database online to search for plants and see if they are toxic or not.

The rule of thumb with litter boxes is 1 per cat +1. So if you have one cat, you need a minimum of 2 litter boxes, preferably in separate rooms of the house. Corners and secluded areas with little foot traffic are ideal. Make sure the box is the length of your cat standing up + about 6 inches for ideal comfort. Avoid “lightweight” litter; it’s super dusty and very fine and can irritate both your lungs and your cat’s lungs.

Stay on top of your annual vet exams. Even if your cat seems perfectly healthy it’s better safe than sorry, and having a good rapport with your veterinarian makes it much easier to deal with them in the event of an emergency. And on that topic, make sure you know where your local ER vets are + their hours and phone numbers. Cats are tough and resilient but they are also fragile and stupid.

*obviously different rules may apply if your cat is feral or semi feral and cannot live happily indoors. It is not typically a good idea to try and force a feral/working cat to be strictly indoors before they’re ready. But a regular domestic pet cat does not ever “need” to be outside, nor is it cruel to keep them in. This doesn’t always stop them from being interested though, so be careful around doors until you know how your cat will behave around them.

**while the other brands are just low in nutrients, high in filler byproducts, and just overall not super healthy, Hartz brand products (especially their flea and tick medication and shampoos) have been known to straight up kill peoples pets. Like, a LOT. I have seen this happen countless times. Everyone I know who’s ever used a Hartz product has a horror story about it. Do not ask me how they’re still in fucking business.

Honestly that’s all I can think of off the top of my head but I’m sure I’m forgetting some stuff. If you have any specific questions you can hit me up, I don’t mind! Part of my job as a rescuer is educating the public so this is information I am very happy to share. Congrats on your new kitty and good luck!!!!

#catposting #I know some people are gonna disagree with some of this and I honestly don’t care #you cannot even imagine the things I have seen as a rescuer and so many of those horrors could have been prevented by people following #this advice #so yes feel free to send follow up questions or whatever but I’m not going to debate any of this with anyone #asks #office hours

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garlic-in-the-land-of-vampires · 4 months ago

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Okay so I gave in and watched the current Bored arc

And then I wrote a thing about Rowan finding "Alan"

Not-quite but kinda spoilers for latest episode?

Rowan sighed as he unlocked his apartment door. He had just gotten back from Alan’s place, where once again he had waited for hours in the dark and eerily empty apartment. No one had come by. He knew Alan was avoiding him–and by extension the massive paycut that was coming his way–but he just couldn’t figure out how.

As he tossed his keys onto the table he heard something coming from upstairs.

It sounded like a voice

It sounded like Alan’s voice.

Rowan ran, taking the steps two at a time. At the top of the stairs he stopped.

“... Rowan? Is that you?”

It was coming from his bedroom closet.

Rowan threw open the door and there, curled up into the corner, was a very naked Alan.

:What are you doing here?” Rowan asked, temporarily forgetting to be angry.

“Well, sometimes, when you need to talk to your coworkers, it’s okay to sneak into their home to wait for them.”

Rowan nodded. That made perfect sense. “But what are you doing in my closet?”

“I was embarrassed that I was naked.”

“Right, and… why are you naked?”

“I got mugged. They stole my uniform. I’m very weak so I was mugged pretty easily.”

Rowan nodded again. That also made sense, given how Alan had only won their fight (or won one round, really, he left before it was really over) by cheating and distracting Rowan by destroying company property. “Alright but, that’s coming out of your paycheck.”

“That’s fair. Rowan, could you help me up? I think I’m stuck.”

Rowan reached into the closet and gingerly helped Alan out. He then guided Alan to his bed and helped him sit down.

Any other time, having a naked Alan on his bed woud have been too distracting to Rowan to even hold a conversation, but he hadn’t completely forgotten his anger. “What the hell Alan? I know I embaressed you by kicking your ass in front of everyone, but you’ve sulked so long that Adam didn’t even think you were coming back!”

“I didn’t mean for it to go on this long! And I’m sorry I scared Adam.”

“Oh, you’re sorry, ahuh, sorry for how you made ADAM feel?”

“Yeah well, you knew I was coming back, didn’t you? I always come back. No matter what happens. It’s been nearly ten years… sometimes I storm off, but I always come back.”

It was true, and hearing it felt like vindication. “Yeah, well, uh… “ It was getting hard to maintain the righteous anger. “You’re still getting a massive paycut.”

“That’s fair.”

“And working closing shift, weekends, and all holidays until… forever.”

“Okay.”

“And… and you’re signing a new contract. Where you’re never allowed to quit, or even pretend to quit, ever again.”

“Right.” Alan gave him one of his small smiles, the ones that were always half sad, and Rowan hated the way those smiles made his insides feel. “You know… I am sorry. I was coming to tell you that, when I got mugged.”

“Psssh… yeah, well…” Rowan shrugged. It wasn’t like he cared… but it was nice to hear.

“I have these anger issues, I’m working on them. It’s just when I don’t understand your jokes sometimes I just lash out. You didn’t deserve that at all though.”

Rowan squirmed a bit. As much as he had been looking forward to Alan groveling, he was suddenly wishing they were past this part. “Get dressed, you’re coming with me to open the store. This isn’t your shift! It’s going to be…unpaid training.” Rowan stood, went over to his closet, and pulled out a red shirt, throwing it to Alan.

Alan just dumbly watched it smack into his chest. Idiot.

“Rowan is this my shirt? The one I lost and you docked my check for?”

Rowan froze. It had been Alan’s shirt. He’d left it to dry after washing a coffee spill out of it. When Rowan had grabbed it from the washroom it was still damp, but it also still smelled like Alan.

“Yes… that was to teach you a lesson! About being more careful with company property!”

Alan nodded. Then he struggled so stupidly with putting it on that Rowan had to help him.

When that was done Alan looked at him, and for a moment Rowan was lost in his gaze. “Rowan… can I… maybe wait a few days, before going back? Maybe I can stay here, just for a bit. I’m still embarrassed by how I left. I don’t know if I’m ready for anyone else to see me like this.”

Rowan thought about it. It was temping, to keep Alan like a secret. Oh, he’d tell everyone Alan was back, but not where to find him. He’d come home every shift to have Alan waiting there for him…

But no, he needed the others to see, to know he was right. Alan was wrong, he was sorry, and above all he came back. “Nope, you’ve had enough time off. Time to get back to work!”

Alan accepted this, because he was getting better at understanding that Rowan knew best. Rowan even helped him to the car, and made sure he was safely buckled. Then he got around over to his side, got in and buckled himself.

“Oh and Rowan?”

“Hmm?” Rowan asked, adjusting his mirrors.

“I watched The Phantom Menace again. You were right, it was really good! The best actually!”

Rowan looked over at Alan and couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah? And who was your favorite character?”

“Jar Jar! He was just hilarious!.”

Rowan smiled as he pulled out onto the road. Everything was going to be fine. Alan was back, they were finally on the same page, and everything was as it should be.

#vldl #viva la dirt league #alan/rowan #bored #bored the web series

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glittercake · 1 year ago

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hello!!! I’m an avid reader of all ur fics, but especially don’t shy from the light, as in I genuinely couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve re-read it. I love the relationship in it and the story is just so fun

I was wondering if it takes your fancy to speculate about this - how do u reckon sam and bucky of that universe deal with bucky beginning to come into his glory days?

like in the fic sam tells bucky how success and fame etc is coming his way. and he’s so in bucky’s corner for him living out all his fighting dreams to the max which obvs comes with the flashy flirty parts too. do you think he’d ever feel conflicted/like he’s tied him down?

bc I love how on bucky’s side and pov in the story winning and living it up with sam is his dream. like I wonder how he gets that across to sam

sorry for the rambling ask, it was a little brain itch for me!

(also no pressure to respond of course!)

Hey! Omg this was such a mood booster ask to get! I am extremely happy that you enjoy and re-read the story, thank you!

And YES I would absolutely LOVE to ramble about this! And anything else you or anyone has ever wondered about in my fics.

Ramblings about this fic below the cut!!

Alright, so I think Bucky’s fame comes so fast it knocks them on their asses. Like it’s great at first, he’s winning matches left and right, he’s in all the papers, he’s trending on various platforms, TV interviews, podcast sessions, radio shows, merch, people throwing their underwear at him LOL. He’s THE guy suddenly.

And like that’s fine, hell Sam’s even enjoying it, seeing that sexy little smirk when he’s talking cheeky to the press, the glint in his eyes whenever he mentions his coach.

So then naturally some fancy gym, some big-time coach with a huge reputation and an even huger budget offers to train Bucky—and like this would be the opportunity of a lifetime, world titles guaranteed—but Bucky still chooses Sam.

I can see this creating a bit of tension because Sam tells him to go for it but Bucky is adamant that yeah he wants to win the world champs but he’ll do it with Sam. And maybe this means training harder, jumping through hoops for sponsors, but he has no doubt that him and Sam can do it together.

Sam would absolutely feel like he’s not doing enough, even in the fic he’s got a lot of reservations for a lot of reasons. His fear of what happened to Riley possibly happening to Bucky too, the guilt, the “I shouldn’t be responsible for this kid’s career” So he would push and push for Bucky to join the other team, to let the big-time coach train him and get him to the world champs.

Bucky would get pretty frustrated about it. I imagine an argument about it because how many damn times does he have to tell Sam you’re it. He’s starting to think Sam wants him to go. So, pissed off as hell, he says fine, I’ll give you what you want, and storms out. And maybe the next day there’s a press conference where Bucky’s supposed to announce he’s joining the big-time coach because that’s the logical decision and what Sam—and the whole country tbh—expects him to do.

So Bucky’s sitting on the panel, grumpy. Sam’s sitting at home, moping because look, that’s his guy. He hates thinking of some other asshole taking Bucky in. (Conveniently he’s going to remember all those steamy training sessions they had at the start, being up close and very personal with Bucky, that time they fucked in his office) and he’s going to be hating on Big-Time Coach for no good reason lmao.

Then, when the reporter finally asks him about the potential contract with Big-Time Coach, and if he’s got something to announce regarding the rumors, Bucky leans into the mic and says “Yeah.” And like everyone gasps and starts scribbling on their little pads.

At home, Sam’s heart drops and he’s on his feet before he realizes, watching that TV with rapt attention. Suddenly his world is narrowed to a 70-inch flat screen. And maybe this is the moment he realizes what matters the most and how hard-headed he’s been and now he might lose everything because he keeps underestimating himself and letting his doubts get the better of him.

And then Bucky says, “I ain’t going anywhere.” And he looks straight into the camera. He knows Sam’s watching. “I go all the way to the top with Sam Wilson, and Sam Wilson only, or I don’t go anywhere at all.”

Sam’s relieved, has to sit down maybe because that was close and now he wants nothing more than to have Bucky back home with him and much later Bucky will come home and still be grumpy as hell, glaring at Sam from across the room and Sam will try to soften him with some sweet talk but all he wants to do it take Bucky into his arms and kiss him stupid.

Maybe Sam breaks the ice with “Sam Wilson and Sam Wilson only, huh?” while they’re standing around the kitchen island pecking at dinner and avoiding eye contact. And bucky will roll his eyes and say “Did I stutter?” and Sam will get an instant boner—no ok, he’d go over to Bucky and say “No sweetheart. No you didn’t” and kiss him.

Grueling training for the world champs starts the next week. Grueling. Bucky regrets everything and Sam thinks it’s really funny wearing a shirt that says “Sam Wilson Only”

Anyways. It could probably go a few ways but this scenario was most fun! Hope this answered your question 😊 and thanks for the opportunity to ramble!

#that was ALOT #ask #sambucky

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paalove · 1 year ago

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As a prompt a jealous (more insecure) tinn from MSP? They are together now , gun makes a new friend who always is attached to him and tinn is happy for gun, he is. But also he fears that he won't ever be good enough for him and then he pulls back lightly and gun notices and is like??? My baby????

insecure slash jealous tinn, coming right up! (for a given value of "right up", you def requested this months ago haha) thanks for the prompt!

also on ao3

Tinn is going to be left alone, forever, and he’ll die single and clutching the selfie where Gun’s kissing his cheek.

“What do you mean, ‘the’ selfie?” Tiw asks.

Rolling onto his back to stare at the one cloud making its lonely, single way across the sky, he says, “The one where my eyes are closed and I’m wearing the white shirt but you can barely see it because he’s draped across me so it looks like we’re in the same shirt.”

“Ahh.”

“Do you think he’s at the café yet?”

Tiw shuffles over on the grass next to Tinn. He’s got something in his hand; Tinn watches as Tiw raises his balled fist over Tinn’s chest, high up, and opens it.

Grass rains over him.

Then Tiw says, “You know they’re, like, rivals, right? From the training.”

“Exactly,” despairs Tinn. “They were rivals, which proves they’re similar and have chemistry, and that Tul is a talented musician, but now they both have the contract confirmed so they’re learning to get along.”

Tiw nods, like this isn’t a world-ending disaster.

“They’re learning to get along after a rivalry, Tiw! Like Gun and I did! And they work together, so he's always around.”

This finally makes a look of understanding cross Tiw’s face; he’s getting the severity of the situation, now.

But then he makes a confused face again, and he says, “I don’t think you guys were ever rivals. It hurt your feelings when you had to be, like, a little bit mean to him.”

Tinn sighs, remembering.

Gun was so cute when he thought Tinn was trying to thwart him, all driven and dramatic and occasionally roaring in his face, and there was nobody else going after him at all, it was-

“Tinn?”

It was amazing, such a good time when he thinks back, even the hard parts ones they could get through and even the bad news could be overcome and redone-

“Tinn! Por’s texted, I’m going to meet him at the bubble tea place by the weird bridge, bye.”

And Gun’s determination to see things through carried Tinn, carried all their friends, past every obstacle and through everything. He’s such an amazing, warm, happy person and Tinn doesn’t know what he’ll do if they really break up.

He’s smiling to himself, mostly, when he opens his eyes.

But then he sits up and looks around in confusion; where did Tiw go?

…

Tul nudges him on the shoulder as the group breaks up.

When Gun looks up at him, he’s smirking, and he says, “Is this what you were expecting?”

“There are so many vegetarians,” Gun immediately says.

He’d had a sort of vision that it would be like music club used to be – okay, they wouldn’t be as close, of course not, but they were all singers and performers who were working together and towards the same goals, so they’d be friendly and gather with their instruments and maybe even do hotpot together.

But probably the hotpot isn’t going to be a thing, because all four of the people who just left before Gun are vegetarians.

Tul shrugs and says, “That wasn’t really what I meant. You were expecting this much talking, then?”

Frowning, Gun points to Tul, and then to himself, then sort of wags his finger between them.

They aren’t talking a weird amount, he thinks.

“Not like-“ Tul snorts, “Man, this is why I thought there was no way you were finishing training. Interviews take nuance and shit, what the fuck is-“

“-Hey, what the hell, how do you know I don’t have a nuance-“

“-Tell me what a nuance is, right now,” Tul keeps smirking.

Gun says, “Okay, so I don’t know what one is, that doesn’t mean I can’t sing!”

“Peace, okay? Peace,” Tul’s laughing now, holding a hand out to, like, shake, because he went to a pretty formal school and it comes out in weird moments, sometimes.

It doesn’t hurt to shake hands and it’s never bad to make peace, so Gun does.

He pulls his hand out of Tul’s as Tul starts with, “All I meant was- wait, what the fuck was I talking about.”

“Talking,” Gun helpfully reminds him.

They’ve stopped walking – Tul because Gun has, and Gun because Tinn was supposed to be by the fountain in this park, but he can’t see him anywhere.

He’s only half-listening as Tul says, “Right, yeah, that. I just meant I kind of thought we’d be in the studio, not spending half the time meeting previous years’ hires and weird old guys nobody will tell us the actual jobs of and that one guy who was-“

There.

It was hard to find him because he’s alone – Tiw must have left – and instead of sitting up, looking for Gun, he’s huddled into a ball facing away. But Gun would recognise the back of his head from a much further distance than this.

He interrupts Tul, probably in the middle of a sentence or something, to say, “There he is! Do you want to meet my boyfriend?”

“Um- I,” Tul doesn’t finish.

Seems like a yes – he doesn’t pull out from under the arm Gun swings over his shoulders to drag him over.

As soon as he gets to Tinn, still curled up on the ground, he can feel the rest of the tense nervous excitement that fills him whenever he remembers that this is his job, now, finally drain away. He could never be tense around Tinn.

But why is he curled up?

With that question in mind, Gun speaks softly when he says, “Tinn?” in case it’s because of a headache or something.

Tinn doesn’t uncurl in response – he lifts his head and turns to the side enough to peek out of the little huddle.

Gun waves, one-handed, at him.

“Hi,” mumbles Tinn.

He’s glancing to Tul, so Gun says, “This is Tul – I’ve told you about Tul. I don’t think he’s a dick anymore. Tul, this is Tinn! He’s my boyfriend.”

Gun might be grinning a lot, but whatever, he’s totally entitled to that.

“Anymore?” Tul laughs, shoving at Gun’s arm.

That means they’re disentangled enough for Gun to sit down, cross-legged, by his huddled boyfriend. Who is still looking up at Tul silently.

Gun looks up to, and nods in response to Tul’s question, telling him, “I was kind of nervous during the final round auditions. Sorry about the thing with the table.”

“Oh, no, that was my fault, bro, I’m just surprised you stopped thinking I’m a dick,” Tul smirks again, “People generally agree on that point.”

“I think you’re nice when you aren’t worried about stuff,” Gun starts, but Tul waves his hands.

With another look at Tinn, Tul cuts Gun off to say, “Nice meeting your boyfriend, bro. Be careful.”

“Mae says that too,” Gun agrees, “Because he’s a nice boy.”

It’s fair; he should be careful. Everyone should be careful with Tinn.

The huddled ball next to him tightens up, which is weird, but he’s not looking up at Tul anymore.

Gun waves a goodbye; Tul gives him the peace sign and walks away backwards, with a final, “That’s not what I meant to be careful about.”

The industry, probably, but Gun’s not going to acknowledge it.

People already know about Tinn. Things that are online stay online, and it’s not like he even wants people to not know.

Tinn’s amazing.

He doesn’t want people to think Tinn’s available.

He shuffles up to Tinn’s back, drapes his chin over Tinn’s shoulder, and says, “Head hurt? I told you not to read so much.”

“No,” mumbles Tinn miserably.

Gun manages to work his hands through the tight ball that Tinn’s curled into and gets a hold on his waist, under his arms. When Gun’s hands meet by Tinn’s bellybutton, Gun shuffles and pulls them around until he can roll Tinn onto his back, on Gun’s lap.

Tinn uncurls.

“Hey,” says Gun.

“Hi.”

He strokes Tinn’s soft cheek with one finger, just because he can, and says, “What’s wrong?”

Tinn sighs and looks sad.

“Should I ask Tiw-“

“-No.”

He strokes Tinn’s cheek again and watches him turn his face towards it.

“Did you want to spend more of the day together?”

Shaking his head, Tinn sighs again and whispers, “I know it’s important. You and Tul need to go to that stuff.”

He nods and watches Tinn’s face.

Gun knows Tinn; the whispering means he’s not willing to put all his confidence into saying that.

Which means…

“Are you sure it’s not that?”

Tinn closes his eyes.

Then, in a quick burst, he says, “You don’t think he’s cute do you?”

Gun frowns.

“Who?”

Tinn opens his eyes and says, “Tul. You don’t like him?”

“Tul?!”

He can’t make that thought fit together.

But Tinn’s upset, clearly, so he doesn’t laugh out loud and instead says, “No, I don’t like Tul. We’re the same height.”

“What?”

“That’s not important,” Gun can feel his ears flushing.

He possibly hasn’t made his thing about Tinn’s height clear, whatever, this isn’t the time for that, he’s pretty sure.

Tinn, who is perfect, just pauses and says, “Okay… So you don’t like him?”

“You’re my boyfriend, I like you,” is a better response that doesn’t bring up the height thing.

He’s taking the height thing to his grave.

If Por can keep his mouth shut about that time-

Tinn’s smiling shyly, now, turning his face away. So Gun reaches out his hand and turns Tinn’s face back.

“What,” he teases, “You didn’t know you were my boyfriend?”

Mock-calm, Tinn shrugs and stares up at him, saying, “Remind me more.”

He doesn’t think Tinn should be surprised by the tickle-attack that Gun responds with; that’s a boyfriend-thing.

“Gun,” Tinn giggles, breathless.

He’s batting at Gun’s hands, absolutely not fighting him off at all, so Gun wriggles out from under him and continues the offensive, saying, “Hmm? Do you remember?”

Tinn looks very pretty, flushed, which makes this a very important way to spend some of his time. But Gun can’t climb on top of him here – they don’t need to be banned from another outdoor space.

“I remember, I’m your boyfriend,” Tinn laughs.

“Good.”

Then Gun kisses his face, a few times, to make sure he keeps remembering.

#my school president the series #my school president #tinngun #robfic

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winstonhenderson · 3 months ago

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𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓘𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓽!

𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

John’s Letters To Aunt Mimi

Dear Mimi,

We are in the bougie part of London, and we had such a lovely sunny March day (which is a lovely yet rare occurrence during springtime!) and we are making a motion picture. Can you believe it?! Yeah, I can’t either.

It’s fab as now people say because of us four! Gosh, I am so proud of them and me of course! Can’t forget about me!

Today was a long long day for shooting. We ultimately got nothing done… It was just a long train scene. We were all nervous. Imagine, even I, who is used to acting, got nervous. It’s a hard task to pull off a role taking upon another role. But it was fun. We had a great dinner afterwards. Georgie met this girl, and I think they will get together. You may very well have already seen the gal in a mag, Pattie Boyd, the model. She is cute, but not as beautiful as Twiggy or Doris Day or Grace Kelly. After the dinner I was a bit sad we didn’t get stuff done, but “my little friend” told me we will do better tomorrow, though I knew he was even more unsure than me. I told him “Paul if we fuck up, it’s fine, we still have each other.” Great words that. He lit up. And yeah, now I’m writing to ya… Aunt Mimi, I promise I’ll make ya proud, and make this film amazing!

Love ya lots,

John

Dear Mimi,

we’ve finally filmed the train scene. I got comfortable with the camera and was acting like never before. Even more macho, even more humorous, even more witty. Wish you could’ve seen me, oh YEAH ya will! They say that if we continue at this pace the movie will be released in early July! I can’t wait for you to see all of our lines and our playing and so much stuff!

To answer your questions. My boys and I are doing great and we are safe. They are not making us do stuff against our own will. We have a contract that prohibits tampering, at least that’s what Brian says. For the stores, I’ll promise I’ll go and check out some when I get the chance. I know how much you like it when I get new clothes and accessories… You just want me to enjoy things now and to spend the money I earn on fun things… Oh, Auntie. And to solve the next problem, I will take Paul with me. He has an eye for what fits me… He is my partner. I will take care of meself, I don’t always need the others or Paulie who you like to single out. Wish you could see how great the flats are!

Love ya lots,

John

Dear Mimi,

we got a free day! So I decided to go shopping like you told me! I found some great clothes and shoes and I can't wait for you to see ‘em. One of the clothes is a yellow checkered puffy dress with a rose emblem on it, then there is a cute red dress and the combination of a white shirt with black dots and a pencil skirt. I got red pumps and black heels too! That’s done. Paul helped me choose them, he is so stylish… He and the lads greeted you!

I’m glad you are doing well, I cannot believe I forgot to ask you! John’s doing! I’m so happy you have gone back to your hobby. I miss your hats. Can’t wait to get a new one. How are the other ladies? I hope you are talking to them, don’t get too lonely without me. Did you visit Mum? I hope you brought flowers for me too… It’s so unfair to both of us. I promise, when I come back I’ll keep ya company. I promise and you have this letter as proof I promised. I promise you as me, not my facade.

Love you,

your niece John

Dear Mimi,

everything is so bad. We are done “filming” all the scenes. Yay, I thought. But… Some scenes need to be redone. We have to “redub” some of our live singing. Why? I like it live! I love the studio but it is so stupid to dub live recordings… God, I am so frustrated. Brian and Paul don’t agree with George and me. Everyone thinks Brian is always right, well maybe he is, but this is a musical sin! They wanted to use our album recordings for it. The microphones were so bad they didn’t catch the “nuance of the Beatles playing”. What the hell are they talking about? We just strum. Still, I’m happy with the result we have currently though I am in a fight with Paul because of the stupid dubbing. Paul is so staunch on keeping his opinion, so stubborn! Well, John Winston Lennon is more stubborn than him! I’ll show him…

I am very glad the ladies are fine. You think of everything when you do something, Mimi. You even brought my favourite flower to bring her… You really are the greatest aunt. At these scumbags you would for sure scoff. They are so mean sometimes. And they smell bad. Money grubbing idiots. Not fit for a lady like you and Jules, but fit for me… Maybe I am filthy like them, John collects their filth… Julia remains clean. I wonder how clean can a person here be?

Love ya lots,

John

Dear Mimi,

I’m barely able to write this letter, my rock and roll finger is hurting! Jokes aside, I listened to your solution for my fight with Paul, much to my dismay. Before that I was always on edge to beat him up and to pout at Brian. I formulated to him that what I meant was for us four to ask the film director to film all the scenes with us playing again with more cameras and better sound proofing so that the music would be live and prove to Brian that me and Geo were right. He was intrigued to say the least and gave in, after me bothering him more and more. We went to the film director and as it turns out, he doesn’t have the budget! The goddamn Beatles motion picture doesn’t have the budget! I was fuming! Paul looked like he was expecting such a response. He got on my nerves again. Though, I won’t forget he supported me then, when I argued with the film director about the footage. “No, we don’t have enough film for that.” or “Sound proofing for our sets is quite expensive, and besides that clunky.” would be heard a dozen times. Then I would say, “But isn’t a studio supposed to be acoustic?”, and he would say, “But this is a movie, mister Lennon.”. That’s a new level of dumb. So I had my little revenge. I wouldn’t want our band to waste away, so I told them that we will play everything all over again to make a unique dub for the movie as a fuck you. Weirdly enough, Brian supported me. Even if the film director felt that that was unnecessary, how could you say no to the stars of the film who could pull out any moment? That is the reason my hand has cramps. Paul is annoyed with me because of this choice but he can’t say he didn’t enjoy making a different version. I plan, during the editing phase of the movie, for us four to go explore the place some more and relax. I owe them that much for putting them up to more work.

Lots of love,

John

Dear Mimi,

London is such a big place. Me and the lads went through the entire Hyde Park. I can’t believe I didn’t take the time to explore the city before this. The nature in the parks is wonderful and diverse. The architecture is beautiful and elegant. The Rose Garden in Hyde Park is my favourite place, maybe Paul and I could write some songs there. It’s quiet and romantic, perfect for a working atmosphere. Maybe I get too caught up in music making. Exactly why I don’t explore as much as I did before. I would love to do this with Cyn someday. Maybe Paul and I should take Julian out to play... You asked if I knew how Cyn and Jules were, and I write to tell you they are fine. Cynthia is taking up some art courses and teaching Julian how to count, he is so smart! He knows how to count to five already. Of course he is my kid. He is a bundle of sunshine, really brightens up Cyn’s day, she won’t shut up about him in her letters (and who can blame her, he is very cute and funny). I envy her sometimes, she doesn’t let art consume her so much. But what is an artist if not a complicated person with layers and addictions towards their work?

You made a hat for me! You spoiled the surprise. You know I love them! Well, I’ll try and forget it. Still, I wanted to ask if there is anything else that you wanted me to bring home? If not for you then for others? Wait, I am not falling into that hole. Gifts for others, not their requests, they are not my aunt.

Lots of love,

John

Dear Mary,

I don’t know how to feel about your last letter. I am making a difference out here and you still bother me about that small thing! Also, you really think I’m doing this for money? No. I’m doing this because there is no other way… Even if there is, that “sham” you are talking about is giving me a way to distance myself from my feelings and write something quite logical. Even though I think we are still subpar and I tell my band that all the time, I think we are on the right track to improve ourselves. The person you call “shameful” and “selfish” has helped create great bands and improved the lives of the other members. It hurts me you think that way about me and my ideas. You don’t even want me to bring stuff if I don’t let go of my ideas. Silly Mary. I’m not seventeen anymore. I am my own man person and I decide if I will or will not do. But your angry response has led me to question what I did, so thank you very much Mary. Do you wonder if I had waited just a little bit and enrolled somewhere else I could’ve been able to achieve the same thing without my idea? If I had… I dunno, enrolled into art school like Cyn and found some friends there? More similar to me… Well, like Paul but you know how. But, I don’t think it would’ve had the same impact as the Beatles. First it was all about fun, and it still is fun, but I would’ve had fun that way too. But now. Now, it’s about impact too. The movie is edited and ready to go. With it, we have reached the big screen. The influence is a burden but we could use it! We could do something with it! I could help people, Mary! All four of us can! We could be the mirror of the society, we could embody the opinion of our demographic! And we already do! We are the demographic! Maybe I sound powerhungry, but I think we don’t need to educate people, we need to make more people aware about the faults and struggles of society! Maybe I am on a high horse but you can’t deny the facts I have brought up. The Beatles CAN change something. They CAN do it. Just believe in me, Mary. Please, Mimi.

Love ya lots,

John

Jules

Julia

Yours truly,

J. V. L.

Rest of Sacrifame

#classic rock #john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #beatles fanfiction #george harrison #ringo starr #cynthia lennon #julian lennon #hard days night #1960s #sixties #brian epstein #mclennon #pattie boyd #george and pattie

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