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dioles-writes · 8 months ago

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“WELCOME TO PARADISE!”

Masterlist | Credits go to @jiphenn | Characters: Felix (he/him), Reese (they/them), Winola (she/her), Manon (she/her), Borislava (she/her), Atiah (he/him), Hiraya (she/her), Una (he/they), Shehani (she/her), Einar (he/him), Astley (he/they), Nyssa (she/her)

Felix found himself in a strange, unknown room, having no clue on how he got there.

It was what seemed to be an infirmary. There were rows of beds surrounding him, covered with thin, pale sheets. People were sprawled out on a few of them, all unconscious. Felix reached up to wipe the gunk out of his eyes, his vision still blurry from sleep. Wooden bedside tables were squished between each of the cots, and every inch of the walls were lined with shelves, filled to the brim with medical supplies and different types of leather-bound books. Each of them were thick, too, something he wouldn’t have been caught dead reading.

Felix blinked. There was someone else in this room. He could see them crouched over one of the unconscious bodies, only three beds away from him. With a start, he realized it wasn’t just any unconscious body, but Winola. She was soaked with blood, looking extremely dead as she laid there on the bed, several nasty bullet wounds covering her torso. The person hovered over her, their hands emitting what looked like glowing particles floating through the air. Their expression was calm and collected, like they had done this a million times.

Felix bolted out a bed, instantly panicked. The memories from Chumps Jr. flooded his brain. The ambush, Maddox, Reagan. He glanced around wildly. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here.

“Relax, Leonardo,” The person said, dark gray eyes still focused in on Winola. The particles circled her, moving onto her re-injured legs now, and in front of his very own eyes, the wounds started magically closing up. Soon, there wasn’t even a scab, or a scar. It was like she hadn’t even been shot in the first place. After a few more seconds, a lamp in the room exploded, shattering into a million pieces, making the place just a little bit darker.

The person pulled away from Winola, looking up at Felix from their chair. “What are you staring at?” They huffed, running a hand through their shaggy blue hair.

“Who-“ Felix stared at them with wide eyes. “Who are you?!” He demanded, still gawking at them in complete and utter shock.

“Reese. Leader of the Medicinal Sanction.” They said, standing up to go clean up the broken glass from the lamp.

“Where am I?! Where’s my sister?”

“Magnolia? Not sure.” They said, pulling out a broom and dustpan. “And you’re in the immediate care room.”

“How do you know my name? And my sister’s name?”

“Paisley told me.” Reese said, sweeping up the mess.

Felix’s heart skipped a beat, his mind spinning with a million more questions. “Paisley’s here?!”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t seen him.”

Felix paused for a second, falling back onto the soft bed, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He took a better look around the room now that he was properly awake. January, Wilder, Rory, Akali, Winola, and Kuali’i were all lying on separate beds. All of them appeared to be fine - their injuries were healed, each of them sleeping fitfully, looking exactly how they had been before they had gotten attacked.

There was no sign of the rest of the club.

“Where’s Maddox? Alzena? Nyssa? Astley?”

“Not sure, probably out on a tour.” Reese replied, finishing sweeping up the glass.

“Tour?” Felix repeated. “They’re okay?”

“I’m not sure, but their injuries weren’t severe enough to need me to check on them.” Reese shrugged, dumping the remnants of the lamp into a trash bin.

“How did you find us?”

“The guy with dark blue hair brought you in. Ensio, I believe?”

Felix’s jaw dropped to the floor. “ENSIO?!”

“No need to yell. You’ll wake the others.”

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking around wildly. “What is this place?”

“Paradise.” Reese said before turning to Winola, who had started to stir awake at the sound of Felix freaking out. She blinked up at the medic awkwardly, gaze shifting around the room, eyes shiny. “Ah, you’re awake too. That was sooner than expected.”

“Paradise?!” Felix repeated again, surprise still plastered on his face.

“I’ll call someone to bring you to your rooms.” Reese walked towards a phone on the wall. “It’s Reese. Two of them woke up, Leonardo and Winola. Mhm. Please send someone to show them around.” They talked for a couple seconds, nodding and twirling the wire around their finger, before hanging up. “Someone will be here shortly to show you to your rooms.” They said, turning back to Felix and Winola.

“Do you need anything else?” They asked, cocking their head at Felix, who was still blinking at them in shock, trying to wrap his head around what could possibly be happening right now. Hesitantly, he shook his head no, too in awe to even try to ask them anymore questions.

“Okay then, just wait there.” They grabbed a book off of a nearby bookshelf and sat back down.

He sat there for what felt like forever, anxious and confused, fidgeting nervously and praying that he wasn’t waiting to be taken to his execution. Praying that his place was safe. He wasn’t even sure what he considered “safe” anymore, or if there was any place where he didn’t have to be on constant high alert.

But eventually, a cheerful voice interrupted him from his spiralling thoughts. “I’m here doctor!”

In the doorway stood a little girl. She had a big grin on her face as she looked at Felix and Winola, eyes bright with excitement.

“Ah, welcome Manon.” Reese smiled for the first time. “I trust you’ll lead our guests to their rooms just fine.”

“Mhm! Just leave it to me!” She beamed.

Felix stood up in a daze and walked over to her. He rubbed his eyes, like maybe this whole strange place was nothing but a dream. She smiled up at him and waved, not bothered by the weird look he was giving her. “Hi!”

“Uh,” He swallowed. “Hi…” He didn’t know what to do with himself. This had to be too good to be true. There’s no way he could actually be standing in this fancy infirmary, his body feeling more refreshed than it had in months, about to be led to his new room by some random little kid.

This couldn’t be possible.

“Bye Reese!” Manon said with an enthusiastic wave as Winola got up from her spot on the bed, eyes not leaving the floor as she numbly walked over to the two. Reese smiled again and waved as Manon skipped out the door, Felix and Winola following behind her.

“You guys are pretty impolite.” She said as soon as they were out of earshot, continuing down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Uh. Sorry.” Felix said, glancing around at the lit-up hall, still in too much shock to care about little things such as manners.

“You’ll just have to say thank you to Reese next time you see them.” Manon continued down the hall, finally reaching a large metal door.

Slowly, Manon pushed it open, blinding Felix as a bright light flashed in front of them.

“Welcome to Paradise!”

It was the most beautiful place he had ever seen. Expansive streets stretched before them, everything bright and vibrant. And so, so very green. Towering trees stood in rows, blossoming to the brim with flowers and different perfectly ripe fruit. The grass was deep shade of emerald green, fresh and well-kept, with brilliant flowers and plants of all different colours filling the fields. Animals roamed around, skirting through one of the many full parks or the wilderness, completely at ease. People walked around, all smiling happily as they chatted, making their way through the parks or into one of the several bustling shops, all which lined the sidewalks, full with customers.

But most prominently, were people - Dioles - freely using their powers.

Felix stood in the doorway, jaw agape. Paradise. The name only started to sink in now, staring at the sight before him. He had never seen something so incredibly wonderful. They were in heaven.

“Pretty great, right?!” Manon stepped outside with a grin, starting to lead them around. “This place is a ‘Dioles-only’ environment!”

People smiled and said hi to them as they walked around. Everyone here seemed to be completely happy. It was a strange sight after being trapped in Chumps Jr. with the depressed and sullen remains of the Board Game Club for so long.

“I think the others might be at the housing units, but I’m not too sure.” Manon continued, still skipping along as Felix and Winola stumbled behind, glancing down the street in disbelief. “You guys will need new clothes since yours are so gross.” She said with a smile. “My brother can help you with that though!”

Felix could barely hear her. He kept looking around, completely amazed.

“Since I’m your tour guide I’ll tell you more about Paradise!” Manon said, still skipping down the path. “There’s four main units that run in Paradise. Medicinal, Combat, Leisure, and Hospitality!”

“Each unit has their own leader! Reese runs the Medicinal unit, Mr. Einar runs the Combat unit, Borislava is in charge of the Leisure unit, and my aunt Haven runs the Hospitality unit!”

Felix blinked, momentarily pulled from his daze. “Haven?” He interrupted, looking at Manon in even more shock. He definitely hadn’t been expecting to hear that name any time soon.

“Mhm! You know her?!” She turned around to face him with an excited look.

“We’ve met.”

“Do you like her? Do you think she’s nice?” Manon asked.

“I guess so.” He shrugged, mind flashing back to the PT interviews in November, the first time they had met. It seemed like so long ago. He remembered how many nights he had spent wondering about them, wishing that he could talk to them again, get more answers onto who they really were - what they had to do with Paisley. The mention of their name just brought up more questions, made him even more curious.

He wondered if he’d have a chance to see them again. He hoped he did.

“Well anyway, back to my explanations!” Manon turned back around to face the path. “Each unit is in charge of different things to keep Paradise working. Medicinal helps heal people, combat helps people get better with their powers, leisure runs fun activities, and hospitality helps newcomers feel at home!”

A large hotel started to come into view, much more shiny and tall than the rest that surrounded it. “That building is where you guys will be staying! Only the most special guests get to go there!” Manon exclaimed, pointing to it with a big grin. “After you guys get all cleaned and changed I can show you around more!”

“So, any questions?” She turned back around, walking backwards so that she could face them, fiddling with the pins on her bag strap. Neither Winola or Felix spoke up, still in too much of shock to say much, staring at the hotel with wide eyes. Neither of them had ever laid their eyes upon such a luxury hotel before, and definitely neither of them had ever stayed in one. Felix had never even been to a hotel. He couldn’t fathom living in one.

Manon paused, looking like she wanted to say something. “Um, what’re your guy’s names again?”

“Felix.”

“Winola.”

Her eyes lit up. “Ooooh, I remember! Gunther used to talk about you guys!”

“Oh.” Felix’s expression instantly soured at the mention of his name, his voice going hard.

“He said you guys were funny, but I don’t really see it.”

Manon swung open the doors for the two of them, the inside of the hotel coming into view.

It was even better on the inside. It was bright and sunny, with shiny marble pillars lining the entrance, opening up to what had to be the most massive foyer Felix had ever seen in his entire life. There before them was a lounge area of expensive-looking leather couches and chairs, draped with fluffy blankets and designer throw pillows, all gathered around a large crackling fireplace. Bright vibrant plants and planters lined the walls and hung from the ceiling as decoration, giving the whole place a tropical look. There was even a waterfall taking up the whole back wall, guarded by a sheet of fancy frosted glass, falling into a tiny marble pool lined with shiny stones.

Felix looked around in awe. This whole place felt like somewhere out of a novel. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Manon skipped up to the expansive front desk, which was made of only the finest wood. “Hi, I have two guests that need rooms please!” She said with a smile, bouncing on her toes and looking up at the front desk lady.

She came back with two keys. “Let’s go to your room!”

She led them towards a shiny silver elevator and then down another winding hall, which was decorated with plants and paintings that popped with colour, stuff that only belonged in museums, before finally stopping in front of a door. “Here we are!” She handed both of them their keys. “We’ll meet in the lobby in an hour, don’t be late!” She left with a wave down the hall again, leaving the two of them to explore their new room.

Well, room was an understatement. There was no other way to describe it other than absolutely ginormous. It was more like an apartment than a hotel room, with a wide-spread kitchen, cozy living room, glorious bathroom, and two master bedrooms. Unlike Chumps Jr.’s rancid stench, inside the hotel room had a faint fragrance of vanilla and sweet flowers, but not enough to be overpowering. But what had to be the most spectacular sight was the floor-to-ceiling window on the back wall, providing a great view of the rest of Paradise. They could see everything from here - the different shops and buildings, the numerous green parks and the streets which were full of happy chatting people. Felix could even see a beach farther off into the distance, sparkling green waves lapping into each other.

“Woah.” Felix’s mouth fell to the floor. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This place was somehow getting better and better.

The next hour was incredible.

The bathroom was almost blinding from how sparkly clean it was. A definite upgrade from whatever the hell the “bathroom” area was in Chumps Jr. The sink was made of pure marble, a large, fancy golden-rimmed mirror hanging above it. All the toiletries Felix could ever need - skin care, toothbrush, tooth paste, hair brush, soap, et cetera - were all neatly ordered in a cute little ribbon-wrapped basket in the one corner, another basket for Winola set aside across from it. As soon as Felix’s feet hit the bathroom floors, they sunk into a warm, fluffy bath mat, which was absolute heaven after walking around so much. The tiles themselves were so shiny they were practically like mirrors, flashing Felix’s extremely grubby reflection back up at him.

The shower had three different modes of water pressure, two separate shower heads, and a spacious bench for him to relax on if he got tired. The soaps, shampoo, and conditioner were nothing but high-quality, things that he would’ve never been able to get his hands on back at home. He didn’t even think he’d ever seen anything quite as expensive.

Excitedly, he stripped off his sweaty, blood-encrusted clothes (which were practically falling away at the seams at this point), instantly ready for this lavish shower - and whatever else this five-star hotel had to offer.

The second Felix stepped into the shower, the water hitting his grimy skin, just the perfect amount of pressure and heat, he practically melted away. Nothing had ever felt so refreshing.

After scrubbing away two months of accumulated dirt and filth, he wandered into his room to change. The bed was, like everything else in this hotel, enormous, stacked with fluffed-up pillows and layers of different impossibly-soft blankets. In the corner of the room was a walk-in closet, where a variety of shirts and pants waited for him, all completely wrinkle-free, appearing to be brand new.

In the kitchen he found a charcuterie board waiting for him, and his stomach instantly grumbled at the sight of it. For the first time he realized how hungry he was. The only thing he had eaten was a piece of stale bread and some hot chocolate at Chumps Jr. before the attack, and he had no clue how long it had been since then.

The charcuterie board tasted as good as it looked (which was extremely good).

The minutes passed, filled with bliss as he actually relaxed for the first time in weeks, and before he knew it, it was time to meet with Manon again.

Him and Winola headed down the elevator again, both doing much better with a good shower, fresh clothes, new socks and shoes, and delicious snacks.

Manon smiled when she saw them. “You guys look better!”

“This place is awesome.” Felix said, looking around the hotel lobby in awe. He still couldn’t believe somewhere like this could actually exist.

“I know!” Manon sprang up from her seat. “So which place do you wanna head to first?”

Both of them shrugged, a little too shocked to really decide where they wanted to go next, to which Manon huffed. “You guys aren’t helpful.”

“Hmmm, maybe we’ll go to the concert hall. I think Borislava has a show!” She said, skipping outside again. “My brother might be there too! You guys can meet him!”

“Look, the concert hall is over there!” After a while of walking, Manon pointed to a massive building, one that overshadowed all of the rest of the ones that surrounded it, complete with a huge domed roof and many side buildings connected to it. “I hope we’re not too late!” She added, picking up her pace.

“Too bad the rest of your friends will miss the performance, they’ll just have to see the next one!” She excitedly opened the doors for Felix and Winola, leading them down the hall.

“She’s preforming in here!” Manon led them down a vast hall, filled with paintings, sculptures, and pottery set out on display, finally stopping in front of two large steel doors. “Remember to be quiet.” She whispered.

They entered into a large auditorium, filled to the brim with people quietly sitting in their seats, patiently waiting and watching the stage. Manon slid down into her seat, swinging her legs eagerly.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed down.

Slowly, a swing descended. In the middle of it, sat a girl, a spotlight trained onto her, following her every move.

She looked around Felix’s and Winola’s age, with long, silky smooth white hair and fair white skin. She was beautiful, Felix thought, absolutely angelic-looking sitting on the swing, wearing a puffy pale blue dress that complimented her appearance, intricately designed with bows and white roses, different layers of fabrics and ribbons flowing out around her, making her look even more majestic than she already was.

She began to sing softly, in a language which was foreign to Felix (and probably most of the people in the audience). Slowly she stepped off the swing, all of her actions graceful and smooth, revealing two veil fans that matched her outfit perfectly. She began to dance, still singing sweetly, twirling throughout the stage, completely enchanting everyone in the audience.

Long ribbons started to fill the theatre, looping and spinning throughout the rows of people, floating around elegantly. They flew around Felix, softly lifting him up off the ground. He could see them fly towards other audience members, picking them up like he was. They started to dance with him, spinning and guiding him around the theatre.

He had never seen something so… magical. The girl’s singing was enchanting, almost lulling him into a trance. She could be a siren, he thought, like those old myths Reagan liked (from before everything magical was illegal). Usually, something like this probably would’ve freaked him out a bit - anything to do with other Dioles typically did - but something about being in this place, floating through the air in this wide, expansive auditorium, was so calming, so… stunning.

After a while, the ribbons started to slow, gently lowering Felix and the other audience members back into their seats as the girl on stage continued singing and dancing. She let out a heavenly final note, striking a dramatic ending pose, and the veil fans flowed down gracefully around her.

The curtains swept shut and the lights all went out, filling the auditorium in a blanket of complete darkness.

The entire theatre burst into applause.

Manon turned to Felix and Winola with a grin. “Let’s go backstage! My brother will definitely be there!” She led them both to the back, still skipping along. “Was it good? What did you think?!” She asked them excitedly.

“It was cool.” Felix murmured, in even more awe than before. He was pretty sure his brain was going to explode with shock if he stayed here any longer.

“Too bad we only got to see the ending, I’ll bring you guys back another time!”

They reached the dressing rooms and Manon swung open the door. “It’s meeeee!”

Everyone backstage turned their heads to greet her with smiles. She seemed to be pretty well-known around here.

“Where’s Borislava?” Manon asked. She was pointed in the direction of one of the doors. She skipped over and knocked, Winola and Felix still following her like lost puppies. “I’m coming in!”

Two people were in the room. First was the girl from earlier, and then a guy helping her undo her hair. The guy turned as they entered, eyes locking on Winola. “Hey, aren’t you the girl that got kidnapped?” He looked down at her.

Felix froze. He knew that voice. It had been so long ago, but there was no way he could forget it. The memory instantly came flooding back: The attack, the psycho Diole laughing as he tore up the roof and swung from the wires, terrorizing everyone. The stolen stuffy. His eyes widened.

It was the Diole from the mall.

“Have you guys met before?!” Manon asked, bouncing on her toes.

“Yeah, remember when I told you guys that I saved that girl from getting kidnapped by the creepy old lady? That’s her!” He looked at Winola with a wide grin.

“You’re the guy from the mall!” Felix blurted, unable to contain his shock anymore.

He cocked his head towards Felix. “Uh, who are you?”

“Felix.” Felix responded, still gaping at him.

“Yeah, who?”

“You almost killed me.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Anyway I’m Atiah.” He said. “And this is Borislava.” He pointed to the girl sitting next to him.

“Welcome to Paradise. I trust Manon is being a good tour guide.” Borislava smiled at them and spoke in a soft, gentle voice. “Where are you planning to go after this?” She asked, not staring at anyone in particular.

“I wanna see Hospitality.” Felix said.

Borislava tilted her head, looking a little confused.

“I think he means he wants to see Haven.” Manon said.

“Oh I think she’s at the Arena since today’s sign up day. Speaking of sign up day, shouldn’t you be over there?” Borislava turned to Atiah who just grinned back. “Ehh, I’ll go in a little bit.”

“So why’d you bring these guys here Manon?” Atiah asked, going back to undoing Borislava’s hair.

“I wanted them to watch the performance!”

“Oh really? What’s you guys think?” He looked over his shoulder at Felix and Winola.

“It was nice.”

“Yeah, it was super cool.”

Atiah grinned, elbowing Borislava. “See, told you.”

“Yeah, yeah, be quiet.”

She turned to Winola and Felix. “You guys can sit if you like.” She said, pointing to a random spot in the room, opposite to the chairs, as Atiah continued to pull out bobby pins from her hair.

Felix plopped himself down where she told him to, sitting crisscrossed. Atiah looked at him. “The chairs are on the other side.” He said, to both Borislava and Felix.

Felix got up and sat in a chair, now extremely confused. “Oh sorry!” Borislava gave him an apologetic look. “I can’t see.”

“Oh.” Felix’s cheeks flushed a bit, instantly embarrassed.

Atiah and Manon laughed at her and she turned back around, also clearly very embarrassed.

“Oh could you make them new outfits?” Manon asked, changing the subject, which Felix - and Borislava - were immensely glad for.

“Sure.” Atiah grinned. “Still got a shit-ton of threads that Gunther and I stole.” He laughed.

Felix scowled at his name, eyes flickering down to his feet. He hated how everyone here seemed to know him, how everyone kept mentioning him. He would’ve given anything to never hear that name ever again. To never have to think about that traitor again.

“Except Gunther gave all the good ones to his friend.” Atiah added with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t seem to notice - or care - about the way Felix had gone dead silent, or the way that Felix was glaring at his feet.

A memory popped up to the surface. Felix’s sixteenth birthday party. Gunther had shown up thirty minutes late, giving Felix his usual crooked grin and a crocheted bag full of sewing supplies when he greeted him at the door. At the time, Felix had laughed and the two boys had run off to go play karaoke with the rest of the party guests. But now, it was just a tainted reminder of everything he had lost, everything Gunther had stolen from him. His head buzzed with thoughts, none of them happy.

Gunther was supposed to be dead. He wasn’t supposed to have to deal with that traitor ever again. But it seemed like just as things were going to be good again, just as things were looking up, he had to hear about that fucking monster every corner he turned. Even if he was in the afterlife, Felix couldn’t escape the guy from ravaging his thoughts, bitter reminders with every single new person he talked to.

He just wished Gunther would disappear.

Borislava elbowed Atiah and he stopped talking. “Anyways what kinda clothes do you guys like?”

“Jeans and sweaters.”

“Button-ups and jeans, I guess.” Felix mumbled, leaning back in his seat, his expression still sour. His good mood from being rescued from Chumps Jr. was instantly gone at the reminder of his ex-friend.

“Boooooring.” Atiah booed. “Should’ve seen this peacock outfit someone brought in.”

Felix’s thoughts were pulled from Gunther for a second and he blinked in shock. “That was mine.”

He remembered the outfit instantly. It had been his pride and joy: a three-piece suit made of dark violet, turquoise green and midnight blues. He had spent hours pouring over the outfit, adorning it with vibrant feathers of every size and colour, rhinestones that glimmered in the sunlight, and tassels.

Atiah blinked at him before thinking long and hard. He suddenly gasped and turned to fully face him. “YOU’RE PISS KID!”

“BRO I REMEMBER YOU NOW. YOU’RE THE GUY GUNTHER BROUGHT IN WITH THE FUCKED UP LEG!” He laughed hysterically, barely even able to get the words out. “Yeah he brought you all bloody and piss-covered with your leg lookin’ like a right angle triangle!”

The memory might have once made Felix laugh. Gunther had rescued him from inside a shack in the middle of the woods, as he was drenched in piss, his knee bent all the way backwards, excruciating pain overcoming his very being. Gunther had gotten him healed, showered, dressed, and then mysteriously walked off, giving Felix nothing but his name. Now it was just another bitter reminder. How Gunther had kept everything from him. How Gunther had hid this place from the rest of them. How Gunther, despite saving Felix all those times, had betrayed him, betrayed all of them, in the end.

Atiah continued to cackle to himself, making Borislava and Manon laugh.

“So,” Felix eyed him. “You were friends with Gunther?”

“We’re brothers.” He grinned.

“What-“

“What, we don’t look alike?”

Atiah was extremely attractive, just like Gunther had been, but that was where their similarities ended. Gunther had been 6’3, ripped with muscles; he had startling, bright green eyes, pale skin, a wispy black mullet with the front bleached white, and piercings adorning his ears. Atiah, on the other hand, was 5’8 and muscular; with smooth, dark skin, dark brown locs messily falling down to his shoulders, gold filigree tubes scattered around in his hair, and dark chestnut eyes.

Felix scowled. “I didn’t know Gunther had a brother.” He muttered bitterly.

“You didn’t know a lot about him.” Atiah hummed.

“Yeah, guess so.”

Felix was starting to dislike Paradise.

If he couldn’t have a single conversation without being reminded of single-handedly the most traumatic day of his entire life, then what was the point? It wasn’t enough that he’d had constant nightmares about the guy since the Concert, but now he had to talk to this guy's brother?!

And deep down, a part of this, it stung. Felix had, even after the betrayal, thought Gunther was his friend. He’d told him things, personal things, stuff that he definitely wouldn’t have told many of the other Board Game Club members. He’d cared about him, kind of adored him to be honest. He didn’t have many friends to begin with, so the fact that someone as cool as Gunther even wanted to hang around him, was kind of shocking. And now he was supposed to find out that Gunther hadn’t told him a single thing about himself, that all of it, from the very beginning, their very first meeting, had been a lie?

Sure, Gunther had always been kind of secretive, and of course, Felix knew that the guy was nothing but a liar and a traitor, but Felix couldn’t believe that there had been so much he didn’t know about him. Couldn’t believe that this guy he had called his friend for so many months, was turning out to be an entirely different person from the one he had thought he was.

Borislava elbowed Atiah again and he turned his attention back to her hair, his slender hands carefully separating the strands and combing it out, more bobby pins being pulled loose. “I can bring you guys to the Arena once I finish up.” He offered, eyes not leaving her hair this time.

Felix and Winola nodded, albeit reluctantly. Felix definitely wasn’t looking forward to hanging out with Gunther’s psycho brother, the same one who had been the cause of multiple Diole attacks in the last few months alone. Maybe the two brothers were more similar than he had previously thought they were.

“Done!” Ten minutes later, Atiah pulled away from Borislava with a satisfied look. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Bye my love.” Borislava leaned over to give him a kiss.

A grin wove its way across his features. “Bye my poopsie woopsie snuggle muffin~”

“Please be quiet.”

“Love you too.” Atiah cooed, flashing her a crooked grin and swinging out the door.

“Bye Borislava!” Manon waved enthusiastically before skipping behind her brother, following him out into the hall.

“Bye.” Felix waved, giving her a gentle smile. Borislava seemed to be the only person that didn’t bring up Gunther every two seconds, for which he was glad. She was slowly going to become his favourite person in Paradise, if this kept up.

“Bye.” Borislava gave him a small smile and a wave, and him and Winola turned back into the hall, warily following Gunther’s siblings out.

“So what’re your guys powers?” Atiah asked, staring straight ahead.

“I can make portals.”

“Geokinesis.”

“Oh yeah that’s how you guys got out of the school, isn’t it?” He hummed, tilting his head towards Felix.

“Yeah.” Felix nodded.

“Those are pretty cool powers. You guys any good with ‘em though?”

Felix shrugged. He definitely wasn’t.

He still remembered how helpless he was at the Concert, Gunther overpowering him with ease. How he’d stood and watched as Gunther squeezed the life out of his best friend… How small and utterly weak he’d felt as he was trapped in Gunther’s grip, his claws wrapping around Felix’s body, slowly squeezing him to death, cracking his ribs, choking him, pain igniting in his chest. The weeks of physical therapy, of being so useless. Barely even being able to walk. The nights he’d spent coughing and hacking until his vision went blurry and tears streamed down his face, his ribs aflame with fiery hot pain.

How he couldn’t even control his powers to stay in one school for longer than a year. The thousands of times he’d had to move over the years, how he’d almost gotten himself caught a million times before.

Until he did.

But he definitely wasn’t going to tell Atiah that.

“Not really.” Winola said.

Atiah laughed. “Even you got more control than ‘em, Manon.”

She perked up at that. “Really?!”

“What’s your power?” Felix asked.

“I can play with dreams!” Manon said.

“That’s pretty cool.”

“Thank you!” She said with a wide smile. Atiah pushed open the doors to the concert hall, leading them back out onto the bright, sunny street.

“Are all Five gonna be there?” Manon asked her brother and he nodded. “Yeah, the rest of ‘em are probably already there.”

“Well I’ll give you guys a little lesson about the Combat Unit.” Atiah said, crossing through onto another section of Paradise. “The Combat Unit was made to help Dioles enhance and gain better control of their powers, as well as provide enjoyment and stress relief. Some people fight to just get better, but most people fight to reach the Top Five.”

“The number one spot belongs to our unit leader Einar, and it has for a long time. The two to five ranking changed recently though, I’d say about two months ago. We got no fights today though, just boring sign up stuff.” He rolled his eyes. “The Top Five gotta be there for some reason to ‘encourage people to join’.”

“Since you guys are coming with me I’ll just sign you up.” He laughed.

Felix was pulled from his self-pity for a moment. The Top Five. If he managed to get in with those guys then… no doubt, he’d definitely be able to grow strong enough to defend himself. Nothing like Gunther - or Bliss - would ever happen again.

“You guys won’t be anywhere near Top Five though.” Atiah added rather bluntly, laughing to himself some more. “Maybe that January friend of yours. Or that Akali guy. I heard Rory has potential too. Other than that, the rest of you kinda suck.” He shrugged.

Felix scowled, biting back an insult. He didn’t care what Atiah said. He wasn’t going to be so useless anymore. He wasn’t going to just stand by while someone held his friends or family hostage, taunting him. He wouldn’t let anyone else get hurt, ever again. He was going to find some way to be strong enough to be like the Top Five.

No matter what.

They approached a little building, one that looked much more shitty and torn apart than the rest of Paradise. It was practically falling apart, bricks missing or out of place. It definitely looked a lot more like the kind of buildings Felix was used to back at home. Especially around Chumps Jr.

“Here we are.” Atiah said, and Manon ran to go open the door for them. They all walked through with a thank you, continuing down the hall until they reached a caged elevator. This place was very run-down and ugly-looking. The more they walked, Felix found himself realizing that it wasn’t even better than Chumps Jr. And that said a lot.

The elevator slowly opened, revealing that it was being held on by only a single wire. Atiah checked that everyone was in and secure before pressing some buttons.

They dropped in an instant.

It plummeted down, and the elevator didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

The elevator crashed, sending Felix and Winola flying and tumbling. Winola slammed into Felix and the two of them went flying out the elevator door.

They started to plummet. Wind whipped in Felix’s ears, his hair flying in all directions, his limbs tumbling and he was thrown from side to side, disorienting him. They were falling at such a fast rate he could barely open his eyes and get a bearing for his surroundings, not that it would have mattered anyway, because if he didn’t act soon, in two seconds he was going to become nothing more than a splatter on the ground.

Felix slashed his hand through the air, an electric blue portal springing to life in front of him. He rolled through, popping back up next to Atiah and Manon. They were on solid ground. “My bad, shoulda’ warned you.” Atiah shrugged.

“Where’d the girl go?” He cocked an eyebrow, looking around. Winola was nowhere in sight.

“She kept falling.” Manon said, leaning slightly over the edge and pointing down below.

“Oops.” Felix flushed a little, embarrassed that he managed to forget to portal Winola back out too.

“Eh, someone will catch her.” Atiah continued along the path, not seeming to care. Felix took one last look at Winola’s figure slowly growing smaller as she approached the ground, before shrugging, following him.

The three of them kept walking until they came to another rust-covered elevator. It shook and rattled as they all stepped in. Atiah pressed another button and the elevator plummeted, once again, this time making a terrible screeching noise, like nails dragging against a chalkboard. Felix cringed, gripping onto the side for dear life.

Finally the doors shakily slid open, looking like they were about to fall off any minute now. “C’mon then.” Atiah stepped off the platform.

He instantly started to fall - seeing there was no floor to step onto.

The three of them continued to fall, and fall, and fall. The wind howled in Felix’s ears, his hair and clothes whipping around in all directions. He tightly pressed his arms to his side, trying to hold form as best as he could (unlike last time), copying Atiah, who was falling with ease, carefully watching his sister.

The ground opened up below them, revealing a large marble colosseum. It was the most beautiful thing Felix had ever laid his eyes on. A huge arena was in the center of it, where probably what must’ve been hundreds of people were gathered, slowly growing larger as the three approached the ground.

Oh yeah, the ground.

Felix, Atiah, and Manon were really close to the ground now. To the point that it was a little worrying. It was probably mere seconds before they all crashed into the cement. Felix glanced back Atiah. In an instant, Atiah swung out, using his power to grapple onto the side of the colosseum. He grabbed Manon in one swift move, swinging through the door. Felix portalled in after them.

Atiah smoothly landed with Manon, the three of them continuing on their journey. He led them to a huge flight of stairs, starting to climb up.

Finally, they reached the top.

“Oh you’re finally here Atiah!”

“Yeah, I know you guys missed me.” A small grin made its way across Atiah’s face. He turned to the stranger… who was coincidentally the same person that was holding Winola’s hand (although the latter looked less than pleased to be next to them).

Felix glanced at them, curious. They had short, fluffy hair, half dyed pink while the other half was dyed a bright red. Their outfit was bold and colourful, their overall appearance greatly contrasting Winola’s dark clothes and sour expression.

“Is that your representative?” They looked at Felix with a grin.

Atiah side-eyed Felix. “Yeah, sure.”

“Well this is mine!” They threw Winola’s hand up in the air with theirs, to which she did not look happy about. Atiah stifled a laugh. “Good luck, buddy.”

“Let’s go to the meeting room now! The others have been waiting long enough!” The vibrantly-dressed stranger chirped, leading the way down the hall, practically dragging Winola along with them.

The group finally made their way towards a large, intricately-designed, pure gold door. The stranger pushed it open, calling out in a sing-songy voice, “We’re heeeeeeerreeee!”

Six people were already seated at a long table in the center of the room, and they all turned their heads toward the new arrivals.

Felix’s eyes flickered across the room, taking in each of the new faces… and he felt his jaw drop to the floor.

Sitting at the end of the table was none other than the supermodel and actress Hiraya Cortez.

“Oh hi Winola!” Hiraya smiled and waved.

“Oh, you know each other?” The person holding Winola’s hand asked.

“Oh yeah she saved my cat this one time!”

“Ooooooooohhh! What a hero!”

“Enough chatter, let’s get to the topic at hand.” The only adult in the room finally spoke up. He was tall, looming over the others beside him, even in his seat, with piercing dark blue eyes, tan skin, and a black beard with silver strands littered through it.

Atiah and the stranger went and sat down at their assigned seats, Manon also sitting down. Felix and Winola were frozen at the door. Felix suddenly came to the realization that he… didn’t have a clue on what he was supposed to do.

“You sit across from your ‘leader’.” Manon whispered to them, noticing their confused expressions.

“Well then let me start with roll call.” The man at the head of the table said, clicking his pen.

“Rank five, Hiraya Cortez.”

“Here.” He checked the spot by #5 down.

“Rank four, Una Olearius.”

The person who brought Winola answered with a smile. “Here!”

“Rank three, Atiah Majok.”

“Here.” Atiah sounded less than happy to be here.

“Rank two, Shehani Indika.”

“Here.” A girl with long, curly black hair and a gold nose stud answered, not bringing her eyes up from where they were fixed on the table.

“And I, Rank one, Einar Onsager, declare the start of this meeting.” He closed his book.

“The subject of today’s meeting is the training of our new recruits.” His eyes scanned over all of the people on the other side of the table. “As I’ve instructed, you all managed to find an individual who you thought had good potential.”

“It seems some people put more thought into their selection than others.” He side eyed Atiah and Una. “But nonetheless, these are the representatives you all must stick with.” They all looked satisfied with their decisions (except Atiah, whose expression was turning more sour as he watched Felix).

“Representatives, please introduce yourself. Starting with representative #5.”

Each of them went down the line, listing their names and powers.

“I’d like to assume you all know why you’re here.” Einar continued, looking at the five of them. Felix once again came to realize… he had zero clue. He bit back the urge to glare at Atiah, who was proving to be just as useful as a rock. What else was to be expected from Gunther’s brother. Slowly Winola shook her head from beside him.

Einar looked like he was physically restraining himself from sighing. “As Top Five in the Combat Unit, we’re responsible for mentoring incoming members. Every two months the Five choose their own representatives to train.” He explained. “However, if any of you don’t manage to impress us after the first week, you will be switched out. You will start training next week since some of you are fairly new to Paradise.”

“Next Monday expect to be at the colosseum ready to train. You will also be given a training regimen to follow and complete before our first training session.” Einar pulled out five pieces of paper, handing one to each of the representatives. The training regimen was sectioned out in five, one dedicated to each of the Five, and under each of them, Felix found himself staring at the most hellish workout modules he had ever seen. Even he could admit: these were going to be absolute torture.

“Failure to complete these pre-training exercises will result in harsher training conditions on Monday.” Einar said. “With that, you all may leave. You are free to go as well, Manon.”

“Yes sir!”

“Bye!” She said to the Five with a cheerful smile before exiting the room with the rest of the representatives.

As soon as they were back out in the hall Manon turned to Felix and Winola with a wide grin. “You guys are so lucky!”

“Yeah.” Felix agreed, actually finding himself almost excited for training - even if it was with Atiah.

“But be careful! Last time someone died!”

“What?! Who?”

“I don’t know, I think a random representative guy.” She shrugged. “Let’s go back to the hotel now, maybe your friends are there!”

Manon led them down the stairs and to another rusting old elevator. “So, any questions?” She asked. Both Winola and Felix shook their heads, Felix too wrapped up in training, and now the looming threat of death (not like that was anything new to him), in the upcoming week.

“May I see the paper?” Manon asked. Winola fished hers out of her pocket and handed it over. Manon took it with a thanks and read through it. “Oh I think this looks easier than the last one!”

“You’re lucky our rank two left, his training was soooooooooo hard.” She hummed, folding the paper up and giving it back to Winola.

“Who was your rank two?”

“Haru, but he left.”

The elevator continued going up for five minutes. Then ten minutes. Then fifteen minutes. Twenty. Manon just bounced on her toes as she waited.

Twenty-five minutes passed.

At the thirty minute mark, the elevator stopped and the door shakily opened. Manon stretched. “That’s always the worst part of going to the arena.”

She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “We need to head back to the hotel quickly before it gets dark.”

She started to skip back to the hotel, this time at a much faster pace. The sun was finally beginning to set, washing all of Paradise in a majestic shade of orange, each of the shop windows glowing with golden light. It was breathtakingly beautiful. But as they continued to walk, Felix couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong. The air had started to grow colder, more… sinister. It sent a chill down his back.

Finally, they arrived back at the hotel. “You guys didn’t lose your keys, did you?” Manon asked.

“Nope.” Felix answered immediately, not even bothering to check.

“Okay good!” She said, continuing down the hall and bringing them upstairs.

“I don’t have mine.” Winola interrupted.

“It’s okay! We’ll just get you a new one tomorrow since Felix has his.” Manon said with a smile as the three of them approached the room. Felix reached into his pocket to pull out his key and unlock the door, only to find…

He didn’t have it.

“Uh,” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I don’t have my key.”

“Oh!” This day had not given Manon a good impression of either Felix or Winola. “Um… you guys wait here while I get a new one from downstairs!” She skipped off back towards the elevator.

“Oh you guys are alive.” A voice cut through Winola and Felix’s awkward silence. Astley and Nyssa approached them, looking (and smelling) all fresh and cute. Nyssa looked very relieved to see they were both okay. “What’re you doing standing out here?” Astley asked as they walked towards them.

“Winola lost her key.”

Winola turned to Felix with a pointed glare. He smirked back at her, smug.

“Oh.” Astley said. That’s when Felix realized there was something off about his appearance…

Running across his neck was a jagged, ugly pink scar that was definitely not there before. Felix’s eyes widened in shock. “Is your neck okay?”

“Oh this? I’ve had it for a while.” Astley replied nonchalantly, scratching at his collarbone. “I just ran out of makeup to cover it up.” He shrugged. “Maddox and Alzena are in their room if you wanna see them. Kuali’i, Rory, and Wilder also came by earlier but I don’t know where their room is.”

“What about Akali and January?”

He gave them another shrug. “Don’t know.” Felix hoped they were okay. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost another best friend. He’d barely even talked to Akali these last few weeks, so caught up with physical therapy, Reagan, and his self-pity. January hadn’t spoken to anyone since the Concert. Felix hoped they were treating the both of them well. He wasn’t sure what would happen to January, considering he was the son of Howard Restall. Not only that, but he’d been the one to kill Gunther - who seemed to be an important person here. Felix prayed to whatever was out there that they were safe like he was, and that January wasn’t currently getting interrogated or tortured.

“I’m back!” Manon’s voice pulled Felix from his spiralling thoughts, distracting him from worrying any longer about where Akali and January were - or if they were okay. She skipped back over to them, jingling two keys.

Manon’s eyes landed on Astley, and instantly her whole face lit up. “Oh you’re back Astley!”

“You know Astley?” Felix asked.

“Yup! We used to do lessons together!” She said.

“Lessons?”

“School lessons!”

She handed Felix and Winola their keys, which they both gratefully accepted with a thanks. “Here you go! I gotta run home now but I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

She waved goodbye with another cheery smile and skipped back down the hall. Astley and Nyssa waved goodbye as well and headed back to their room.

Felix unlocked the door, heading back into his amazing new room, which was just so nice and spacious. Nothing like his old one at home, so tiny, always cluttered with all his belongings, the floor strewn with clothes, sports supplies and unfinished homework. This room was so clean. There wasn’t a single item to be found on the ground, and the bed was perfectly made, the sheets tucked in under the mattress. Felix couldn’t remember the last time he had made his bed without Reagan or Paisley yelling at him to do it. His clothes were always exploding out of his closet, pairs of shirts and pants thrown over the door, Felix too lazy to actually put them away properly. Reagan always came in, chiding him about how he needed to be more organized, and plucking stuff up from off the ground, shoving it in random drawers.

He missed Reagan more than he wanted to admit. It’d been barely a day since he saw her last, but just thinking about her now made his lips tremble, tears blurring his vision. He buried his face in his pillow, choking back a sob. He had no clue where she was… if she even made it out of Chumps Jr. alive. He wished she was here now. Something had felt so off about the entire day, and with a start, he realized it was because she wasn’t here at his side. She would’ve liked it here, he thought. She’d probably end up passing out if she came here, he thought with a small chuckle. The shock would’ve killed her.

Still, Paradise felt so incomplete without her. She deserved something like this more than anybody. A luxury hotel, comfy bed, room service, complete relaxation. It was hard to enjoy any of Paradise’s beauty, not when he didn’t even know if she was alive. If she was safe.

Their last conversation repeated back in his mind. By now, it seemed so insignificant. So stupid. Felix wasn’t even sure why he’d allowed himself to become so angry, so hateful. Reagan had been right, after all. She always was. He’d been lying to her for months, pushing her away. He should’ve told her about the Board Game Club. He didn’t know how he allowed himself to get so caught up in this mess. He trusted her more than anybody. Family was supposed to be there for each other, no matter what. And lately, Felix hadn’t been. He should’ve seen the Board Game Club was going to end the way it did.

You can’t trust anyone, Reagan had told him so long ago, slowly combing her fingers through his curls as tears streamed down his face. You can’t tell anyone. It has to be our little secret, okay? Just us two. As long as we have each other, then everything will turn out fine. Nobody will get us. I promise.

Felix had messed everything up. He’d been such an idiot. A burden, just like she called him. And even after all Reagan had gone through for him, he still screamed at her, blamed her. He would never forgive himself if something had happened to her. If his last words to her really were “I hate you”.

Although Paradise had refreshed his body, his mind definitely was not.

The night slowly carried on, Felix feeling more homesick than he had in weeks.

Winola belongs to @sleepsloooop || Reese, Manon, Borislava, Atiah, Hiraya, Una, Shehani, Einar, Astley, and Nyssa all belong to @jiphenn

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anonetc · 7 months ago

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There Is No Scenario Worse than Trump Winning

The worst case in this election is not that it’s between a convicted criminal and an impaired president, but that we are up against a group that wants to dismantle everything that we as Democrats have fought for for the last 100 years. They want to destroy what we have built, and at least return to the Victorian Era, if not earlier.

Look at the states that to this day only have the federal minimum wage of $7.25. Just about every one has recent red domination or is a red state (for the Wikipedia links, you can sort by going to the chart and clicking on the little arrows):

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Look at the states that have shortest lifespans. Almost all red:

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Look at the states with the highest homicide rates. Almost all red:

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Look at the states that have the highest poverty rates. Almost all red:

en.wikipedia.org/…

Look at the states with the highest infant mortality rates. They are all red:

en.wikipedia.org/…

Look at the states with the lowest education levels. Most are red:

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Look at the states that have the fewest doctors per capita. They are all red:

www.beckershospitalreview.com/…

The Republicans bash government to weaken the Democratic Party. Since at least Reagan, they force cuts in government programs so those programs would fail. Then they say government doesn’t work. They reinforce this by failing their own people in their own communities and blaming everyone but themselves. The proof of their lie is in their own states. Where Republicans rule, more people die.

Now the right-wing Supreme Court is betting the house that Trump will win, telegraphing their own plans if the election is close. They are counting on good-government Democrats like Biden to pull an Al Gore and, for the so-called good of the country, not fight tooth and nail for the presidency. By creating an emperor-president, the Supreme Court is actually saying a President can do to his opponent what Putin did to Navalny. Given that the Republicans harmed their own communities and states for political gain, we can expect a Trump administration with an out-of-control Supreme Court to reject the checks and balances, including Congress, that are sacred to American democracy.

They have already taken away a woman’s right to choose, and are attacking trans people state by state. They are going after all minorities by changing public school curricula and effectively burning books. How long before Obamacare and Medicaid are eliminated? How long before gay marriage or even gay rights becomes illegal? How long before labor unions become illegal? How long before Social Security and Medicare go away? How long before the frequency of deportations becomes so common that we’ll see it with our own eyes? How long before clean air and water are luxuries for the wealthy? How long before we are left without a voice?

Trump has built the Republican Party into his own personal army. It is overflowing with Trump loyalists who kiss his feet. It is not an ordinary Party reflecting a range of views. It is an army, and it will act as one if it gets more power. The Republican party is no longer republican. It is no longer American.

The worst case is a Trump victory, and we all will have to come together through thick and thin to prevent that from happening.

#trump #biden #election #abortion #Republicans #criminal

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Ryan reckons it'd be easier to avoid all of this if she had nothing to do with the club. Except for the fact that her brother is in it and not only that but now he's part of August's table. And she thrilled for Reagan but... one you test the waters, you end up in the deep in real quick. Ryan's been floating with a buoy since the moment her and August crossed the line of friends to whatever the fuck they do.

Her eyes close at the touch, the ice she feels in herself slowly melting and this happens every fucking time. While she prides herself on being strong, it is quite evident that she is not at the same time. Maybe August isn't lying but he also knows how to get what he wants, a trait they both share.

Ryan's protective bubble is broke the moment August steps closer and they're sharing the same air. It's thick and smoky, as if she gets lost in a haze. Well, at least her point did come across amongst the bullshit. Somehow August's question seems so loaded to Ryan with a million off shoots of erratic, cartoonish questions marks.

Her shoulder droop in a half hearted shrug as she looks up at him, her many drinks of the night tuning her emotions into some numb behaviour. Or maybe that's just August softening her up. "Nothing," she tells him quietly as she looks away from him again. "There's nothing to do right now. I've accepted what is and what isn't."

Aiden takes another small sip but the drink begins to water down from the ice, too much of it. He looks at the open floor of the bar with people dancing, seeing the others at a table chatting and his brother is somewhere else, maybe making amends with Ryan. He turns his head back to Luci and smiles a bit.

"I like being in the club," he confirms with a bit of a laugh at the mafia comment. But she spins it right on its head with a rather blunt and hard hitting question at the same time. For a moment, Aiden can't tell if she's joking or looking for a real answer because there is one sitting on his tongue.

He's stuck between a rock and a hard place for a moment, the thin line of truth and essence of the truth. Aiden's always been a straight forward type of person. Luci has already had a glimpse into what this world can be like. He looks down for a moment, gently moving their fingers together and holding onto her much smaller hand to be permanently familiar with it.

"Yeah, I have," he admits to her. "Circumstantial events."

August smiles a little, reaching out now and cupping her cheek. He knows she'll probably pull away, but he can't stop himself. He runs his thumb along her jawline, playfully pinching her chin a bit so that she looks at him,

"Believe it all you want, m'not lying."

He gently drops her chin, picking up his drink for a long sip. He steps closer, getting into her space a little bit, his hand now falling to her hip.

"C'mon, let it go, hmm? You made your point--what do you want me to do?"

Luci listens and nods, hangs on Aiden's every word but her brain admittedly kinda short circuits when he picks up her hand. Her eyes flutter down to the touch, her heart starting to hammer as she watches their fingers link. She...really likes it. She really likes him. Can't stop thinking about that conversation she had with the girls before the guys got here about old ladies. Is she becoming his? Is that what this is?

"Okay," She smiles, the promise of the bike at another time. She'll hold him to that.

Her hand that's not holding his falls to his chest, touching the patches there. She thinks she's gonna get him one. One with a flower on it. She smiles at that,

"Do you..." She trails off, "Do you like being in the club? Is it like the mafia?" Her eyes widen and she almost giggles, "Aiden--have you killed anyone?" She asks, best godfather impression she can do.

#bikepara10: girls night out

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OC Kiss Week Day 2: Excitement

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan, sort of Timeline: 1961 and some change, I think, after Partners II CW: smoking Rating: T Words: 1,549

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The cigarette hadn't been in Ben's mouth for three seconds before Reagan produced his lighter from the breast pocket of his jacket. The shamrock lighter that meant more than it ever used to, now. The flame hugged the end of the stick, coinciding with the hotel room door falling shut behind them.

"You didn't have to come all the way out here," Ben said as if this was revelatory information. He puffed the cigarette until it was sufficiently lit, then shrugged his own jacket off his shoulders and motioned for Reagan to remove his so he could hang them up together in the closet. "I was comin' home in two days, anyway."

Reagan handed Ben the jacket after replacing the lighter in the pocket and moved his suitcase out of the way of the door, setting it next to the bathroom. "I've got shows here all weekend and I've been booked for a three-week stretch at Caesar's."

"Sunnuvabitch," Ben grumbled, jamming a hanger into the shoulders of Reagan's jacket. "Three whole weeks?! What's the point?"

Reagan thinned his eyes at the tobacco-scented, robin's egg blue carpet and wood-paneled walls. He was briefly transported to a time when they were lucky if they had the privilege to entertain the notion of staying in a destitute motel room for a single night in New York before making the commute back to their house. Ben rarely seemed to outwardly express his understanding of how far they'd come—what he'd had to put up with to get them there—and a pang of annoyance passed through Reagan's chest, disappearing as quickly as it'd appeared as he unfastened his watch.

"Lemme get backstage," Ben said, spiking a mental javelin through Reagan's pensive silence and evaporating the unexpected tension with his lightness. "Even if I can't catch the shows, I'll swing by at, oh, maybe dinner time and hope that you break several legs."

Reagan let slip a genuine laugh and dropped the watch on the desk before sitting on the double bed to pull off his shoes. "Careful—one of those legs is my best feature."

"You fucking monster."

Reagan waggled his eyebrows as Ben crossed to the ringing phone on the other side of the room. "Why, thank you. That's probably Maura, by the way. I was meant to call her when I landed."

"Yeah hello?" Ben cradled the receiver between his shoulder and his head, sinking into the desk chair. He tapped ashes into the darkened square of glass sitting next to the base of the phone. "Uh-huh. Yeah, well what the hell d'you want, Adrian?"

Reagan's brow furrowed. The passing of the phone, as anticipated, never happened. Ben listened to Reagan's manager with growing interest until his face went pale and he shot Reagan a look of a deer on the road, horribly prophesying the next and last four seconds of its life in the path of an oncoming car. A manic glee laid within the whites of his eyes on full display, though, and Reagan's curiosity piqued in earnest.

"Why are you tellin' me this?" Ben asked, his line of vision following Reagan's trajectory to the desk. "I do have a manager, and he—Mickey told you?"

"Do I have to worry about the safety of my manager and dear friend, now?" Reagan asked, perching on the desk and toying with a pen. The question was about forty percent serious.

Ben waved a hand to shut him up, full attention on the phone. "I got a tux. I—I can get a tux. Don't worry about the damn tux anymore, Adrian, it's under control!"

Reagan leaned over him to get closer to the mouthpiece. "I'll take him to my tailor, Age."

"I'm not panicking!" Ben yelped. "Yes, I'll tell him! What do you take me for?!" In direct contrast to his previous attitude, he gently hung up. He drummed his fingers over the receiver, the plastic of which matched in hue with the thick carpet of the hotel room, and nestled his cigarette into a notch on the ashtray.

Cocking his head, Reagan waited for him to channel the calming techniques taught to him by his psychotherapist. "…Despite my deep prayers and shooting star wishes and visits to all the witch doctors in Los Angeles, I can't actually read your mind."

"What kind of tux should I wear to the Grammy Awards?"

The pen in Reagan's hand started a rapid rhythm against the palm of the other one. "I think that depends," he said evenly, a good type of tightness rising in the back of his throat.

Ben locked eyes with him. "What kind of tux should I wear to the Grammy Awards?"

"Were you nominated for a Grammy Award?"

"I was nominated for a Grammy Award."

Reagan cuffed Ben's arm, his pride spilling over. "Ben Murray, Grammy fuckin' nominee!"

"Benjy Mertz, Grammy fuckin' nominee!" Ben howled, leaping out of his chair. "Can you believe these putzes are stupid enough to think I deserve a Grammy Award?! Let alone for album of the goddamn year!"

That pang of annoyance returned, this time in the company of surrogate hurt. Reagan dug deep into his acting talents to keep his smile wide. "Benny…that's my best friend you're talking about."

Ben, however, was too far into the stratosphere to notice the frosty tone, pacing the width and breadth of the entire hotel room and gesticulating wildly. "Not only do I need a tux, I need a tux bad. I can't show up in the same one I'd shown up in the first three times. I've gotta look good. I'm gonna lose, but I'm gonna look good losing, believe you me."

Reagan finally allowed his annoyance to show, frowning up at Ben, who'd somehow made his way in front of him again. "You're getting a Grammy if I have to convince the Academy myself."

To his surprise, Ben grinned. "Relax." He dropped his hands onto Reagan's shoulders and leaned forward. "I got the talent, not the luck."

A blink, as if struck. "If you only knew—"

"Knew what? What do you know that I don't?"

…And he couldn't tell him. Not now. Not ever, if Reagan had anything to say about it. Not a thing of what he'd put himself through, not a word of the only part of his and Ben's shared past that Ben didn't know about. "We've had too much go wrong for you to be sayin' shit like that."

"That include you bein' a cokehead?"

"I could drop you for that."

"Aw." Ben laughed, clapping his pianist hands around Reagan's head and planting a firm kiss on his mouth. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to take it too far, I'm just overexcited."

Reagan nodded, not budging his scowl. "One more for the road."

With the immediacy of someone who'd been conditioned into obliging that request his entire life, Ben kissed him again, slapping the sides of his head for good measure. "You comin' to this shindig?"

"No, I don't think I will." Reagan plucked the cigarette from the ashtray and took a long drag. "Sounds kinda square."

"Yeah, I dunno what I was thinkin'."

"I would've gone anyway, but now I definitely have a reason to be there. Maura'll be there too. We wouldn't miss this, you know that."

Ben turned from the bed. "What if you're nominated, too?"

Reagan tilted his head. "Well…then we're both nominated. And honestly, there's no one I'd rather lose to than you." He shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe Judy."

"You leave that poor woman alone." Ben pointed, forehead an accordion of worry and severity. "I mean it, asshole. Leave Judy alone."

Clearing his throat, Reagan took another drag of the cigarette and grimaced. "Okay."

"Damn it. When?"

"Probably ten years ago. She'd just divorced Vincente, and we'd had a couple of martinis—"

"I'm gonna puke."

"Why are you surprised?" Reagan couldn't stop the smile from crossing his face despite the fact that joy was nowhere near the emotion currently overtaking him. "Ben. It's a done deal. We haven't spoken an unprofessional word to each other since."

There was a pause, and Ben sank into a deep frown. "…You took a year to be with no one but Carolyn."

Reagan maintained eye contact with him, the outside ambience of Las Vegas traffic and quite distant sounds of big band music wafting into the hotel room. "It was a fragile time, if you'll recall."

"Did she know?"

"Yeah."

"Sure." Ben nodded, not as lively as he'd been mere moments ago, as far as his slumped shoulders and still frame were indicating. "That's fine."

"I'm stayin' here tonight."

"They wouldn't let you do that."

"And who's gonna tell 'em?" Reagan lifted his eyebrows. "Adrian'll have my ass, but I might as well have his name tattooed over the left cheek anyhow."

Ben looked at him in mild alarm.

"Alright, c'mon," Reagan said, squashing out the cigarette and standing before Ben could complete a thought. "We're getting a drink to celebrate your big moment."

One drink turned into several, and their celebration carried them onto the streets where they coerced strangers into celebrating with them, running up and down the entire strip, having the time of their lives. They regretted it very much the next morning, but it sure did get the job done.

#OCK2 #Partners #repost

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miyagifangkai · 3 years ago

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Family Dinner

Tagged: @miladyreader

Request: Johnny and Y/N have been dating for several months and now it’s time for Young Johnny Lawrence to meet his girlfriend’s family. Johnny thought he would have to worry about meeting her parents but it’s actually her THREE overprotective older sisters he should really look out for.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cursing, Embarrassment, and I think that’s it!

Not completely proofread!

Couple Pairing: Young!Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Characters Involved: Johnny Lawrence, Reader, Three Sisters (Paige, Brie, and Reagan), Readers Mom and Dad

A/N: this was so much fun to write oh my gosh!!! ❤️ I hope you like it and thank you so much for the request! 💕 thank you for reading! 🥰

Johnny and You have been together for almost four months now. Johnny has met your parents briefly before when he would pick you up for your dates but he still hasn’t done the formality of “parents dinner.”

You were extremely nervous about the dinner not because of your parents, who relatively liked Johnny, but because of your three sisters. Two of them were slightly older than you by just a few years but your little sister who was two years younger than you is the one that worried you the most.

Your eldest sister, Paige, who was kind of shorter than you and more petite than the rest was definitely the bark of you guys. She was currently in her second year of college nearby. She had words that could pierce your soul and keep you up for weeks at a time. You chose not to get into word battles with her due to her powerful intellect and words that gutted you.

The second eldest, Brie, was slightly taller and more muscular than the rest. She was in her first year of college attending the same one as Paige. But she chose brute force with most arguments; like the time she threw a basketball at you with all power which hit you smack dab in the face causing a broken nose out of it. The scary thing was she laughed about it. Not the whole “you can hit me back” situation, the sociopath, which you diagnosed her with, actually laughed about it! She still laughs about it till this day.

But your youngest sibling, the “Baby” everyone called her but her real name was Reagan, was the tallest, fastest, and most cunning. She was just a freshman compared to you being a senior. She had seen you and Johnny around giving you the simple “hey” every now and then. She could get away with anything. You seriously believed that if a cop caught her with a dead body in her arms she could talk her way out of it. She was a mix of all three of you girls but she had finessed each personality trait to a T. You were worried that she’d try to pull out embarrassing journal entries, drawings, or worse! Your baby photos. You knew she would try something. When your parents would call her down for it she’d give them the puppy dog eyes and bat her eyelashes and pretend she was doing it because she “cared.” She was such a baby sibling. A devil in sheep's clothing; and everyone fell for it. Besides you. Even your oldest siblings fell for it sometimes but you’d always fight back with her; causing some pretty tough arguments between you both. Pulling out the silent treatments, tears, blood (literally), and the constant competitiveness between you both.

Even though you all had your arguments and sometimes slightly physical disagreements that didn’t mean you didn’t love each other. You always had each other's backs. Protecting one another through thick and thin. Threatening to murder their exes who did them wrong or hide the bodies of their friends who have done them wrong; no, you guys hadn’t murdered anyone…yet.

You all were always close with each other. Telling your deepest darkest secrets or telling the other one their siblings deepest darkest secrets; it was a cycle. But you all love each other nonetheless.

You still haven’t invited Johnny over to your house yet in fear of your sister’s running him off. You knew he could hold his own but you just weren’t sure if you could keep it together for him. Johnny has been asking you for weeks to come over for dinner but you always had a different excuse and it was starting to get old. Johnny was catching on to your lies and you knew he probably felt a little insecure about it.

“Hey, babe!” You hear Johnny yell pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hey!” You give Johnny a quick kiss.

“What’s up?”

You sigh, “Literally nothing.”

“Well, you doin’ anything later tonight?”

You knew it. You knew he was gonna ask to come over tonight. You felt it in your stomach. Everything started swirling around and you felt suddenly nauseous.

“Nope. Whatcha got in mind?”

“Well,” Johnny smiles a little, “maybe I could come over to yours?”

Your eyes widen, “What? Tonight?”

“Sure! Why not?”

“Just–”

Johnny narrows his eyes, “Why don’t you want me to meet your family? I mean, I’m not rushin’ or nothing. But I don’t understand.”

You didn’t know what to say. What you had thought was the truth. Johnny was growing insecure. It had nothing to do with him; it had to do with you.

You say the cheesiest thing that has ever come out of your mouth, “It’s not you, it’s me.” You almost face palmed at your words. You couldn’t believe you had just said that.

Johnny scoffs, “Right.”

You try to clean up the mess you’ve caused, “Johnny, no. Listen, my family is totally nuts.”

“And?”

“No. Seriously. Like wacko.”

“So is mine!” Johnny says.

“Ugh, you’re no help here,” you rub your faces with your hands and place your index and middle fingers on your temples, “you do know I have three sisters, right?”

“Yes. I know. I’ve already met Reagan. She seems pretty nice. I’m sure they can’t be that bad!”

You laugh, “No way! They’re super weird.”

“Aren’t all siblings?”

“Johnny, do you think you can handle it?”

Johnny gives you a confused look, “Yeah. I mean, I guess. You don’t think I can.”

Your eyes narrow at him, “Can you handle the death threats?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Can you handle the intimidation?”

“Totally, babe.”

“Can you handle the absolute insanity that is my sister’s?”

“Completely.”

You chuckle and decide to pull out the big guns, “Can you handle the constant talking from my mother? And I mean constant. Every question under the sun?”

You see Johnny swallow thickly, “I mean, I think.”

You snap out of intense mode and say, “Perfect. Then you can come. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, Lawrence! I’ll see you at seven o’clock!”

After school you and Reagan hop in your car and before you start the car you take a deep breath.

Reagan asks, “Okay? What’s going on?”

You look at her with intense eyes, “Johnny is coming over for dinner tonight.”

Reagan starts to laugh a bit, “Oh wonderful! I can’t wait.”

“Reagan, I am serious! Don’t fuck with him, alright?”

“Me? Why would I mess with him? Why would I want to ruin your relationship? You two seem so happy!” Reagan flashes her award winning smile but you don’t buy it.

“I’m serious,” you point at her.

“Ugh, sure, fine! Whatever! Can we go home now, Mom?”

You turn back to the steering wheel and start the car, “Screw off. I’d kill you if I was your mom,” you chuckle.

Reagan looks at you angrily, “I hate you, ya know that?”

“Oh, I so know.”

You two arrive home and you find your mom in the kitchen and you break the news to her; she starts to get frantic trying to prepare for dinner and clean what parts of the house she could get to. You head up stairs and pick your outfit. You lay an extra layer of hairspray and perfume to freshen up and that's when Brie walks in, “Damn girl! Smells like a whorehouse in here!”

You look at her, “Hey! Ew! What sayin’ even is that?”

Brie chuckles and sits on your bed, “So you look nice! Your boy toy finally coming over tonight?”

“Ugh, he is not my boy toy, alright? He is my boyfriend. And yes.”

“Should I dress nice too? Is he super hot?”

You gasp, “Are you already trying to steal him from me?”

Brie scoffs, “What? No way! Fine, basketball shorts it is then.”

You roll your eyes at her, “You can show yourself out now, please!”

“Oh, sure totally! You need some privacy to stuff your bra some more?”

You start to get infuriated, “Get out of my room!”

Brie laughs and leaves your room leaving you to your thoughts.

“I do not stuff my bra,” you whisper to yourself.

You make your way back downstairs and find everyone in the kitchen as the clock reads six-thirty. Paige walks up behind you and gives you a hug.

“Hey, sis. Can’t wait to meet your new man!”

You roll your eyes and you feel your face getting hot, “Can you guys please not embarrass me?”

Your mom turns around and says, “We would never do that! Right girls?”

All three of your sisters turn back to you smirking and nod their heads at you. You feel the anxiety creep up again.

Your dad walks in the kitchen and says, “Girls, lay off the perfume!”

Brie says, “It’s Y/N. Wanting to smell extra nice for her boyyyfriieend.”

You facepalm and you look at your dad and he says, “Aw, calm down, Y/N. They’re just yanking your chain.”

You open your mouth to say something and that’s when the doorbell rings. You quickly run up to the door with your sisters following suit. You open the door and Johnny is greeted by an extremely anxious you and your three sisters with their arms crossed and eyes narrowed at him. You see Johnny tense up but stand his ground.

“Uh, hi,” Johnny quietly states.

“Hey, come on in!” You quickly say, making way for him to come in. You shut the door and immediately get ready for the introduction to your sisters.

“So, Johnny,” you sigh, “these are my sisters.”

“Hello,” Johnny slightly waves.

“The oldest, Paige,” you point at her and she mutters, “Hey.”

“The second oldest, Brie,” and Brie says nothing sizing Johnny up and he nervously clears his throat.

“You’ve already met this one. But she is the Baby, Reagan,” Reagan reaches out her hand and shakes his saying, “Hey, Johnny! Nice to meet you again. Oh. Nice grip.”

Johnny retracts his hand quickly and says, “Yeah, thanks Reagan.”

You five stand there in silence for what felt like forever until you finally say, “So! Let’s meet Mom again.”

You and Johnny walk in the kitchen together followed by your sisters and you announce, “Dad, Johnny is here! Come say hi! And Mom, this is Johnny,” you put your hand on his shoulder and your mom turns around with a bright smile on her face.

“Hello, dear! Dinner will be ready in a few. Can you all set the table?”

“Sure,” you and your siblings say at the same time causing you all to chant, “JINX! YOU OWE ME A SODA!” Causing your Mom and Johnny to chuckle at you all. Soon, your dad walks in and greets Johnny while your setting the table and takes him off to the living room to show him his ball card collection.

Paige whispers, “Oh God, he’s showing him the collection.”

Brie chuckles, “Oh no.”

Reagan says, “Oh don’t tell me. That collection is nightmare fuel.”

You whisper back, “I don’t think it’ll be you guys that are gonna run him off!”

All three of them look at you surprised and Paige says, “C’mon! We would never!”

Brie butts in, “I mean why would we? He sure is pretty!”

Reagan hits Brie’s arm, “You can’t say that! That’s her boyfriend, you dummy!”

The three of them start to argue with each other just for the sake of arguing and you whisper yell, “Break it up! I mean, really?”

They all three shrug their shoulders and you walk away from them to ask your mom if she needs any more help. She denies it and you go find Johnny. Who was still sitting there listening to your dad talk about the “good ole days.”

“Hey, Johnny? We need your help with something real quick.”

“Oh, yeah, sure! Excuse me, sir,” your father excuses him and you two go down to the base of the stairs near the front door.

You look at him and whisper, “Now is your time to run!”

“Babe, what are you talking about?”

“It��s a total disaster, isn’t it?”

Johnny shakes his head, “No. I think it’s going fine. Honestly.”

Your mom yells that dinner is ready and Johnny decides to reassure you again, “It’s fine! Stop stressing so much. You’re even stressing me out.”

You sigh and nod your head. You all head to the dinner table and sit down with Johnny beside you facing your sisters. You all start to eat in silence. Your stress being so heightened that you didn’t really feel like eating but you forced yourself anyways.

Your mom asks, “Johnny, you thinking about college?”

Johnny looks up and answers, “Yeah, I’ve sent in some applications to places and just waiting to hear back.”

Everyone nods and you’re still shocked that your sisters haven’t tried anything yet.

Johnny and your parents make small talk while you all finish the majority of your dinner and that’s when your mom asks, “Are you thinking about marriage?”

You drop your fork and it clatters on the plate, “Mom!”

Your dad looks at your mom and interrupts, “Honey, I’m sure he’s wanting finish up his schooling first.”

Johnny nods his head, “Yeah, school is number one priority for right now.”

Your mom smiles at his answer and adds on, “What about kids?”

You whisper, “Oh my God,” and rub your face with your hands and you hear your sisters chuckle at you. You mouth the words, “Save me,” to Paige and she just laughs at you.

Johnny answers, “I’m not quite sure yet. I’d like to have a good source of income and a stable home before thinking about that, ma’am.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Your mom chuckles.

Your dad looks at you and sees that you’re slowly dying on the inside but it gets even worse when Brie brings up the broken nose story, “Oh! She hasn’t told you about that?”

Johnny shakes his head no and Brie continues, “So, a totally intense game of B-ball, right? Y/N is getting super pissed that she’s losing and throws the ball at me just from pure rage and I stand there like ‘why are you buggin’ out?’ and then I get mad and throw the ball all force, right? And BAM! Straight to the nose! Total knockout!” Brie starts laughing and you feel your face slowly start to get red. You see Johnny trying to hold back his laughter to not embarrass you anymore than you already were.

Paige says, “Do you wanna tell him about the time she fell in the mud and ruined her outfit on picture day?”

Reagan adds, “Oh! Or the time she tripped and fell in the restaurant and dropped her whole plate of food on herself in front of everyone?”

All three of your sister’s start to burst out laughing with even your parents chuckling and you just knew how red you were by this point and Brie points at you saying, “You’re so red, dude!”

You hid your face with your hands and start to laugh anxiously. You look up at Johnny and you see him holding back and you say, “It’s okay. Just laugh,” you start to laugh and Johnny bursts out laughing with everyone else. Once the laughing starts to die down a bit Johnny says, “Nah. That’s what I like you about you most, you know?”

Your sisters listen attentively and Johnny continues, “You’re not afraid to laugh at yourself. It’s nice.”

Everyone smiles at you two even Reagan started to smile at you all. You all finish dinner and help your mom clear off the table leaving Johnny to your sisters.

Brie telling him, “Seriously. If you break her heart you are so dead, dude.”

Paige nods her head, “Yeah, the broken nose story but ten times worse.”

Reagan steps up, “Guys, be nice to the guy. He’s not on trial…yet,” she makes herself look intimidating.

Johnny nods his head, “I get it.”

Brie steps closer to him, “But, do you though?”

Reagan and Paige following suit, “Yeah, do ya?”

Johnny states, “I’m black belt, ya know?”

The three of them chuckle with Reagan saying, “Impressive. But, we’re her sisters. You can’t beat us, bitch boy.”

As Johnny is about to retaliate you walk up to them and say, “Okay, I heard the word ‘bitch’ what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just telling him the repercussions of some things,” Paige admits.

“You didn’t threaten to kill him did you?”

Johnny chuckles, “Oh yeah. They did. I have to admit, you were right. They are pretty scary.”

Johnny says his goodbyes to the family and thanks your parents for dinner and you two walk outside to his car.

“So, scale of one to ten. How bad was it? One being a disaster,” you ask.

“Hmm.. a strong 8.5,” Johnny smiles, “your family is pretty great.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Really, babe!” He sighs, “They are a bunch of wackos but you did warn me.”

You give him a small smile, “Oh, trust me, you have no idea.” You both laugh at your statement.

“So, see you at school tomorrow?” You ask.

“See you at school tomorrow,” Johnny repeats.

You both lean in and kiss. As you two are kissing, your sisters step out and Paige yells, “Hey, y'all ain’t a bunch of cannibals stop eating each other's faces!”

You hear Brie chime in, “Yeah, quit playing tonsil hockey in our yard! Highly appreciated!”

Reagan adds, “Get a room!”

You and Johnny separate and you say, “I think I hate them.”

Johnny says goodbye to your sisters again and gets in the car and leaves. You walk back up to your sisters and you roll your eyes at them, “You three are the worst sisters in the whole universe, you know that?”

Paige says, “Oh, we know!”

You all walk back inside and Brie says, “Hey, I like him though!”

Reagan answers, “Of course you do. You just think he’s hot!”

Brie gets frustrated, “Oh, shut up! What do you know?”

You interrupt, “Do you all ever shut up?”

You love your sisters and always having them around but at the same time you hate having your sisters always around; but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#cobra kai #johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #karate kid #karate kid imagine #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai fanfic #william zabka

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cognitosclowns · 3 years ago

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I loved your post about their laughs and was really curious about how youd describe their bodies? thank you!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOOO <3333 I LOVE THIS SM

nonsexual nudity!!! discussions of weight, bodies and body image, mentions of drugs!!

THESE ARE PROBABLY GONNA STRAY A BIT FROM CANON BUT IDC <33333. Also just some,, general details?? Mostly just whatever comes to mind

Reagan

She looks a lot smaller than she is??? Maybe it's bc she has shit posture but,, he's a pretty tall lady!!

She definitely got her Dad's shoulders - not super broad, but enough that if she started working out they would be???

STOCKY HANDS <333333333 VV square hands, pretty textured bc shes,, Constantly Working With Them!! <333 she keeps her nails super short out of convenience.

CANONICALLY DRY SKIN. She does put a bit of lotion if she remembers, but it means she has,, a lot of texture on her hands and face!! Lots of gorgeous weathering <33

Brett

SUPER FIT. ABS FOR DAYS. We already get to see that he’s Built Like A Greek Sculpture. His muscles are all vvv distinct!!!

the only man here with an ass <3 rip everyone else

I LIKE TO THINK HIS CHEEKS ARE PRETTY SOFT THO???

He’s always had squishy cheeks since he was a kid!! When he smiles they all bunch up?? <333 IDK IF IM DESCRIBING IT CORRECTLY BUT <333 Like they’re,, constantly rosy. He breaks out into this,, Peach Colored blush so often?? <333

HIS FINGERS ARE BIG AND CLUMSY. He fumbles stuff a lot because he doesn’t have great coordination w/ em?? His nails are VERY well kept tho <333

This lovely hodgepodge of traits??

He's thin enough you can see a bit of his ribs, but also has a bit of a tummy? He has visible muscle and decently broad shoulders, but his wrists would probably snap if you have him too hard of a high-five? Tent pole legs and a small torso?? Assless, practically concave. His body is hairless and smooth like a skink, except for a Very Pale happy trail.

He wears makeup to get rid of the eyebags + how Deathly Pale he looks. He needs to get more sun, he has a Vitamin D deficiency </3. Truly built like a Tuberculosis Orphan <3

I BULLY HIM BUT I DO IT WITH LOVE <333

ALSO A VV STRONG JAW??? Super squared off n firm. he is so proud of that jawline esp because he didn't have to work for it <3333

THE HANDSSSSS he definitely has Slightly Bulbous Gecko Fingers?? Kinda rosy too bc he chews his cuticles to ratshit. They’re always slightly cold and Exceptionally Soft <333

Alpha-Beta

Y'know what? I'll say it. Quintessential Dad Bod. Nobody can convince me otherwise. They hated Outis because he spoke the truth

BUT LIKE <333 broad shoulders, big stomach n thighs?? Plenty of stretchmarks everywhere!!!

Apparently the original President was an Oops All Tits situation, and while surprised, AB isn’t really complaining??

he definitely isn’t a fan of the body hair though ‘Was a happy trail really necessary??? he doesn’t understand why he needed body hair if nobody was ever gonna see him naked??

His skin has a buncha texture?? Laugh lines, crows feet, plenty of Wrinkles and Weathering.

Glenn

BIG

just in,, every meaning of the word. If he had good posture, he’d tower over the entire gang.

He's the kind of strong of like,, Lumberjacks. A fuckton of muscle n fat, big shoulders - he could probably toss a desk with little to no effort.

I like to think he helped around his parents the farm since a young age, probably picked up odd jobs here and there (friends farms, local fishery) until joining the army when he graduated high school!!

He may not be as active as he was in his 20s-30s but,, Buddy He Could Still Turn You Into Jam If He Wants

MASSIVE FUCKING HANDS. Jesus you wouldn't realize it bc he doesn't Gesture A Lot but,, he could probably wrap his full hand around most ppls throats. ALSO TALONS <333 SHARP CLAWS

His teeth are the thickness of your thumb, a dulled point. He can break bone!! Yes, he’s tested, (I SHOULD CLARIFY : not on people, on Assorted Meats)

Andre

Long and thin - he has trouble keeping on weight, even though he eats like a trash compactor. you can’t see bones, but he’s definitely on the smaller side!!

SUPER LANKY, but unlike JR he doesn’t have that much muscle?? The weight he does have is mostly fat!

HES SUPER FLEXIBLE. He could probably shove himself in one of the cabinets in his office when he doesn’t wanna talk to people lmao. He can stretch backwards and grab hold of his calves (he does it to freak Myc out smdnsd)

Boniest fingers in the universe. you can see the individual like,, joints. They’re also all,, curved?? He’s broken his fingers a bunch on accident so,, they have a bunch of kinks!!

his skin and hair is vvvv oily!! he used to have really bad acne when he was a teen!! Myc lovingly teases him that the reflection of light off his forehead + hair could cook smb like an Ant in a Magnifying glass.

speaking of hair - it has this super textured, gritty feeling??? Maybe cause he forgets to clean it but,, it feels Dense n Sandy?? <333

Myc

he looks way less solid than he is??? it looks like if you poked him he’d dent

he’s actually fairly sturdy!! Like theres some give but he has Structure? He kinda feels like if you coated a Slightly Deflated Beach ball in Aloe Vera.

The bulbs on the top are probably the softest??

The Ball (tm) is straight up a giant crystal ball. There’s a slight give, but it’s basically a Firm Crystal-Like Membrane??

everything about him is slick - but in the Tacky, Oily way that some Hand Sanitizers have?? It feels like you can never get him off your hands </3

Gigi

MNSDMS SHE’S PRETTY SHORT </3 the heels help but she still has to ask Myc and Andre to get stuff from the Top Shelves.

ANDRE TEASES HER BC,, HE CAN WRAP MOST OF HIS HAND AROUND HERS??

Everything about her is very,, sharp?? High cheek bones, edge nails, etc.

She has the kind of,, Elegant Strength that a diamond has if that makes sense??

HER SKIN IS FLAWLESS, EVERYONE ELSE IS JEALOUS. She has full access to Andre’s Mad Science + her Media Team so,, yeah she always looks like she’s just stepped down from heaven for a quick bite to eat <3

She has freckles!! she usually covers them up with makeup, so it’s very rare to see get a look at em!!! <3333 they really come out in the sun tho <3

IDK IF THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND BUT <333 IT WAS A BLAST TYSM ANON

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vikdec4i · 3 years ago

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What do you think of Reagan and Brett’s relationship, and how it’ll progress? You ship it or nah? (I don’t ship it but I don’t mind when others do)

at first i feel like my answer would be SO straighforward,, but now thinking about it?? i am so interested to see in what direction will they progress- to answer the second question, i dont ship them either!! i feel like it's such a breath of fresh air to have a m/f friend duo that is strictly platonic HOWEVER you do you my good guy 😎😎 OK GOING BACK TO THE FIRST QUESTION

i think they have such an awesome dynamic together, it really doesnt take a lot to see AND understand how much they mean to each other. even in the finale, brett is the only person bear-o didn't target, which im assuming is because he has so much positive influence on her

AND ALSO VICE VERSA!! i feel like ever since meeting reagan, brett's become less inclined to follow the masses and finally do things for HIMSELF. i love seeing their development and how they support each other through thick and thin.

however, knowing the team behind this show, i wouldnt be surprised either if something incredibly jaw dropping happened- I HOPE ITS NOTHING BAD BUT IM JUST SAYING YK???

#i love them SO much #them and the entire gang means the WORLD to me #if anything bad ever happens im so OUT OF HERE #dont even get me started on those traitor theories #STOP IT #*SMACKS U GUYS WITH A ROLLED UP NEWSPAPER*#we've had enough pain as it is #inside job #brett hand #reagan ridley #andre lee #I WANT TO TUCK THEM INTO BED N GIVE EM HUGS

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spacetimewraithwrites-archive · 3 years ago

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OC Kiss Week Day 2: Excitement

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan, sort of Timeline: 1961 and some change, I think, after Partners II CW: smoking Rating: T Words: 1,542

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The cigarette hadn’t been in Ben’s mouth for three seconds before Reagan produced his lighter from the breast pocket of his jacket. The shamrock lighter that meant more than it ever used to, now. The flame hugged the end of the stick, coinciding with the hotel room door falling shut behind them.

“You didn’t have to come all the way out here,” Ben said as if this was revelatory information. He puffed the cigarette until it was sufficiently lit, then shrugged his own jacket off his shoulders and motioned for Reagan to remove his so he could hang them up together in the closet. “I was comin’ home in two days, anyway.”

Reagan handed Ben the jacket after replacing the lighter in the pocket and moved his suitcase out of the way of the door, setting it next to the bathroom. “I’ve got shows here all weekend and I’ve been booked for a three-week stretch at Caesar’s.”

“Sunnuvabitch,” Ben grumbled, jamming a hanger into the shoulders of Reagan’s jacket. “Three whole weeks?! What’s the point?”

Reagan thinned his eyes at the tobacco-scented, robin’s egg blue carpet and wood-paneled walls. He was briefly transported to a time when they were lucky if they had the privilege to entertain the notion of staying in a destitute motel room for a single night in New York before making the commute back to their house. Ben rarely seemed to outwardly express his understanding of how far they’d come—what he’d had to put up with to get them there—and a pang of annoyance passed through Reagan’s chest, disappearing as quickly as it’d appeared as he unfastened his watch.

“Lemme get backstage,” Ben said, spiking a mental javelin through Reagan’s pensive silence and evaporating the unexpected tension with his lightness. “Even if I can’t catch the shows, I’ll swing by at, oh, maybe dinner time and hope that you break several legs.”

Reagan let slip a genuine laugh and dropped the watch on the desk before sitting on the double bed to pull off his shoes. “Careful—one of those legs is my best feature.”

“You fucking monster.”

Reagan waggled his eyebrows as Ben crossed to the ringing phone on the other side of the room. “Why, thank you. That’s probably Maura, by the way. I was meant to call her when I landed.”

“Yeah, hello?” Ben cradled the receiver between his shoulder and his head, sinking into the desk chair. He tapped ashes into the darkened square of glass sitting next to the base of the phone. “Uh-huh. Yeah, well what the hell d’you want, Adrian?”

Reagan’s brow furrowed. The passing of the phone, as anticipated, never happened. Ben listened to Reagan’s manager with growing interest until his face went pale and he shot Reagan a look of a deer on the road, horribly prophesizing the next and last four seconds of its life in the path of an oncoming car. A manic glee existed within the whites of his eyes on full display, though, and Reagan’s curiosity piqued in earnest.

“Why are you tellin’ me this?” Ben asked, his line of vision following Reagan’s trajectory to the desk. “I do have a manager, and he—Mickey told you?”

“Do I have to worry about the safety of my manager and dear friend, now?” Reagan asked, perching on the desk and toying with a pen. The question was about forty percent serious.

Ben waved a hand to shut him up, full attention on the phone. “I got a tux. I—I can get a tux. Don’t worry about the damn tux anymore, Adrian, it’s under control!”

Reagan leaned over him to get closer to the mouthpiece. “I’ll take him to my tailor, Age.”

“I’m not panicking!” Ben yelped. “Yes, I’ll tell him! What do you take me for?!” In direct contrast to his previous attitude, he gently hung up. He drummed his fingers over the receiver, the plastic of which matched in hue with the thick carpet of the hotel room, and nestled his cigarette into a notch on the ashtray.

Cocking his head, Reagan waited for him to channel the calming techniques taught to him by his psychotherapist. “...Despite my deep prayers and shooting star wishes and visits to all the witch doctors in Los Angeles, I can’t actually read your mind.”

“What kind of tux should I wear to the Grammy Awards?”

The pen in Reagan’s hand started a rapid rhythm against the palm of the other one. “I think that depends,” he said evenly, a good type of tightness rising in the back of his throat.

Ben locked eyes with him. “What kind of tux should I wear to the Grammy Awards?”

“Were you nominated for a Grammy Award?”

“I was nominated for a Grammy Award.”

Reagan cuffed Ben’s arm, his pride spilling over. “Ben Murray, Grammy fuckin’ nominee!”

“Benjy Mertz, Grammy fuckin’ nominee!” Ben howled, leaping out of his chair. “Can you believe these putzes are stupid enough to think I deserve a Grammy Award?! Let alone for album of the goddamn year!”

That pang of annoyance returned, this time in the company of surrogate hurt. Reagan dug deep into his acting talents to keep his smile wide. “Benny...that’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

Ben, however, was too far into the stratosphere to notice the frosty tone, pacing the width and breadth of the entire hotel room and gesticulating wildly. “Not only do I need a tux, I need a tux bad. I can’t show up in the same one I’d shown up in the first three times. I’ve gotta look good. I’m gonna lose, but I’m gonna look good losing, believe you me.”

Reagan finally allowed his annoyance to show, frowning up at Ben, who’d somehow made his way in front of him again. “You’re getting a Grammy if I have to convince the Academy myself.”

To his surprise, Ben grinned. “Relax.” He dropped his hands onto Reagan’s shoulders and leaned forward. “I got the talent, not the luck.”

A blink, as if struck. “If you only knew—”

“Knew what? What do you know that I don’t?”

...And he couldn’t tell him. Not now. Not ever, if Reagan had anything to say about it. Not a thing of what he’d put himself through, not a word of the only part of his and Ben’s shared past that Ben didn’t know about. “We’ve had too much go wrong for you to be sayin’ shit like that.”

“That include you bein’ a cokehead?”

“I could drop you for that.”

“Aw.” Ben laughed, clapping his pianist hands around Reagan’s head and planting a firm kiss on his mouth. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take it too far, I’m just overexcited.”

Reagan nodded, not budging his scowl. “One more for the road.”

With the immediacy of someone who’d been conditioned into obliging that request his entire life, Ben kissed him again, slapping the sides of his head for good measure. “You comin’ to this shindig?”

“No, I don’t think I will.” Reagan plucked the cigarette from the ashtray and took a long drag. “Sounds kinda square.”

“Yeah, I dunno what I was thinkin’.”

“I would’ve gone anyway, but now I definitely have a reason to be there. Maura’ll be there too. We wouldn’t miss this, you know that.”

Ben turned from the bed. “What if you’re nominated, too?”

Reagan tilted his head. “Well...then we’re both nominated. And honestly, there’s no one I’d rather lose to than you.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe Judy.”

“You leave that poor woman alone.” Ben pointed, forehead an accordion of worry and severity. “I mean it, asshole. Leave Judy alone.”

Clearing his throat, Reagan took another drag of the cigarette and grimaced. “Okay.”

“Damn it. When?”

“Probably ten years ago. She’d just divorced Vincente—”

“I’m gonna puke.”

“Why are you surprised?” Reagan couldn’t stop the smile from crossing his face despite the fact that joy was nowhere near the emotion currently overtaking him. “Ben. It’s a done deal. We haven’t spoken an unprofessional word to each other since.”

There was a pause, and Ben sank into a deep frown. “...You took a year to be with no one but Carolyn.”

Reagan maintained eye contact with him, the outside ambiance of Las Vegas traffic and quite distant sounds of big band music wafting into the hotel room. “It was a fragile time, if you’ll recall.”

“Did she know?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure.” Ben nodded, not as lively as he’d been mere moments ago, as far as his slumped shoulders and still frame were indicating. “That’s fine.”

“I’m stayin’ here tonight.”

“They wouldn’t let you do that.”

“And who’s gonna tell ‘em?” Reagan lifted his eyebrows. “Adrian’ll have my ass, but I might as well have his name tattooed over the left cheek anyhow.”

Ben looked at him in mild alarm.

“Alright, c’mon,” Reagan said, squashing out the cigarette and standing before Ben could complete a thought. “We’re getting a drink to celebrate your big moment.”

#ockiss22 #lol a bit of Ireland coming out of Reagan there #what's the use of having an Irish husband if he can't help you with vernacular alkjfhdkjf

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a-jynx · 5 years ago

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𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓀 & 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓈 | 𝒯𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓇

“Darling, don’t ever be too shy to dance your heart out.”

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The world seemed to crash around him, crashing straight into a large fire pit that sat at the lowest level of Hell. Steve licked at his lips, slowly locking his phone and sitting it in the passenger seat. His mind seemed to rattle and shake like his hands as he gripped the rubber steering wheel, swallowing thickly as he glanced at the young girl in the child car seat behind him, her thick blonde curls swaying as she bopped her head to the music playing from her headphones. And just by looking at her… Steve could feel his heart plummet down into his stomach and even past that.

Carter had become obsessed with dance after watching competitive dance competitions on TV and YouTube, dragging Maxine and Hendrix in to dance trios with her, or when they couldn’t be bothered or were doing something else, Carter always knew she could count on her daddy to dance with her - he always did. The bright smile that broke across her face, the light that shone in her bright blue eyes sparkling when Steve would spin her, or lift her like “one of the professionals!” And to see her smile and glitter like that all the time? Oh, Steve would sell his soul. And now… He may have to do just that.

“Daddy… Who was that?” Steve jumped at the voice, glancing between the rear view and the road. Carter’s blue eyes stared into his dark eyes, making him gulp as he flashed her a gentle smile. Attempting to soothe the storm that began brewing behind her icy blues.

“No one important, C.” He said, nodding once as she frowned gently. “Hey, were you able to talk to Billy about your solo for next weekend?” Steve asked, watching with a tired smile as Carter’s eyes lit up and she practically vibrated in her car seat.

“I did! He said he already had my choreography finished and the music ready.” She giggled, kicking her little feet as Steve shook his head, his smile widening. She slipped those chunky purple kitten-eared headphones and bobbed her head once again, leaving Steve to brew in his head. Reagan had called. It was final. The divorce was finalized and Steve was once again single, only this time? He’s taking three beautiful children with him. Hendrix was Steve’s eldest, now coming to the age of eighteen, Maxine was his middle child, hitting the ripe age of eleven, and Carter was his youngest, just stepping into the age of eight.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, C?” He asked, shooting her another glance, seeing her thin brows knitted together, causing him to mirror the sour face.

“Is Ms. Miller going to be at the apartment when we go home?” Carter asked, her voice soft as the tires below them cracked and popped from the graveled parking lot. Shifting the car into park, and turned towards Carter, a sad smile already on his lips.

“Oh, C, baby, I… No. Hendrix is home with Maxie, but Ms. Miller is moving out.” He sighed, rolling his lips together as he tried to swallow, the air trapped in his throat feeling like spikes, stabbing into his windpipes and muscles.

“Oh… Good. I didn’t like her.”

“Carter, come on, she-” Steve’s voice died as he met the arched brow, pursed lips, and ‘are you serious?’ hidden behind her glowing eyes. He chuckled gently before turning and getting out of the car, Carter doing the same as Steve grabbed her bag from the backseat floorboard. With the slam of their doors and the marching towards the door, when Steve felt his stomach jump and pull, making him shiver as he slowed to a stop, pulling Carter to him as she turned, her lips parted.

“Cart, I need you to know… No one knows about Ms. Miller - Reagan - leaving the apartment, okay? And I can tell Billy if you’d like, however, the other parents and kids don’t need to know, alright?” Steve asked, his eyes searching hers as she smiled softly before leaning forward, wrapping her small arms around his neck with a squeeze. His own lanky appendages wrapped around her, holding her close with a sigh. How? How are we going to fix this?

“Alright, let’s go, Billy’s going to have my head if you’re late.”

_________

“Carter! Nice of you to join us,” Billy grinned, winking at the young girl as she came sprinting into class, joining the others in the Ten-sity line-up. He opened his mouth to speak, only for it to get strangled in his throat as a gentle knock came from the door. “Steve?” Billy questioned, his brows furrowed as he turned towards him, as Steve shrugged gently.

“I need to speak with you, privately, please.” He mumbled, eyes glancing between the glistening black floor and Billy’s glistening skin.

“Well, can it wait? I mean, we have to practice the group dance, then the two duets, as well as Carter’s solo-” Billy started, only for Steve to take a step into the classroom.

“Billy. It’s important.” Steve hissed through clenched teeth, making him blink as Billy swallowed thickly, nodding once.

“Okay, girls spread out and start stretching. Hanna, if you try to start dancing before stretching again, or I will bench you this weekend.” Billy warned, his tone dripping with a small threat as the small girl nodded. Steve pushed out of the classroom, tears already pooling in his lashes as he grabbed a few tissues at the front, thanking Kerian as he walked by. Billy came up behind him, leading him into the small shop, closing the door behind them. He turned towards Steve, only for his eyes to widen as he reached forward, caressing his elbows with a gentle hand.

“Steve? Pretty boy, what’s wrong?” His voice wavered with… What anger? Maybe. Sadness? Again, maybe.

“I… Carter can’t dance anymore,” Steve whispered, his bottom lip trembling as he picked at the tissue, imagining if it were Reagan’s head. Billy stood there, his hands still holding tightly onto Steve - grounding him - in this moment.

“What’re you talking about? She looked fine. No injuries, or sadness, or anything really-”

“No, no, Carter is… Cart’s fine! I just… Do you remember Reagan?” The name invited venom to seep from Steve’s voice.

“Dragon lady? Yeah, why?”

“I… She finalized the divorce. She’s taking whatever money she spent back with her things at my apartment, and she’s threatening to sue me saying I forced her to pay for dance classes and I just… Billy, I can’t afford it anymore.” Steve could taste the bile work up his throat, it constricting as his shoulders shook. Billy hugged him close, holding him and trying to wrap his body around his shaking figure.

“Steve, you can’t take those kids out of here. You can’t take Carter out of dance! She’ll want to die before she gives up dancing.” Billy whispered, keeping his grip on Steve as he huffed, tugging him back and frowning at the tear streaks that stained his skin, his cheeks, and nose a strawberry red.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Wh - What? What, Billy no! No, I refuse to let you pay that! It’s my responsibility!” Steve gaped. This couldn’t be happening. He can’t seriously be considering this!

“Stevie, I refuse your refusal,” he flashed a soft smile. “I’m not gonna let this take dance away from Carter! And besides, where else would I get my daily dose of the Harrington clan?” Billy chuckled softly, his bright eyes filling with tears as Steve’s lips fell apart as he stared into those ocean blues. He felt his body relax, his shoulders slowly dropped and his tears slowly began to dry - they brought comfort.

“I - Billy, you can’t pay for her lessons. It’s not your responsibility,” he murmured, rolling the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip as Billy grinned, shaking his head with a soft laugh.

“I’m making it my responsibility. Carter is just as much as my child as she is yours, Pretty boy. So, are Maxine and Hendrix.”

Steve went silent. Thoughts were mangled and mixed, his heart raced in his ears, and he could feel the heat coming off in waves from Billy’s body, leaning further into it. Billy wrapped himself tighter around him, grinning as Steve sighed into the warmth, swallowing down the dread and fear that was working up in his chest, knotting up and burrowing itself into his heart for later thought. Later tears.

“Is it unprofessional that I really want to kiss you right now?” Steve mumbled, staring into Billy’s deep blues as he chuckled, squeezing at Steve’s sides, a glint shimmering in his eyes.

“Oh, extremely unprofessional… But, I can’t say I don’t want you to right now.”

#harringrove #dad!steve #dance instructor! billy #billy x steve #Silk & Diamonds #teaser #Dance Moms AU #im sorry #billy hargrove #steve harrington #Carter Marie #Maxine El #Hendrix Rose #Ty-Ty and I’s shared kids :’)

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slightlyuncomfortablepastry · 5 years ago

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unsoundiversary 2020

happy unsoundiversary, @lydia-bell! I tried very hard to write something spooky to go along with the art that hopefully will post with this... anyway, hope you enjoy this little drabble about post-s3-hiatus and hope you are also enjoying the day we were all supposed to die!

... maybe that was too much.

The air was cold, a breeze tickling the hair on his forehead that had fallen from its usual styling. He needed a cut, and a shave. Badly.

His back gave a twinge of pain as he adjusted in the bucket seat, reminding him 'ah yes, schedule a chiropractor appointment as well'.

The hand intertwined with his gave a squeeze, reminding him that all of this was trivial thought. Borderline ignorant.

"Hey. You okay?"

"Fine, Alex."

Richard Strand gave a small nod, fingers twitching in her grip as a response. His eyes never opened, but he could feel her worried gaze on his face, the warmth of her stare burning him up from the inside.

Airplanes were always cold, but the man felt as if his body could combust at any moment, nervous fever turning him into a human bonfire. Not from her, not from Alex Reagan.

Richard was scared.

He couldn't remember the last time he was truly discomforted with an emotion like this. Enough to affect him physically more than mentally. Alex's hand gave another comforting squeeze as the cabin doors were shut and locked, pressure stabilizing and the lights slowly dimming.

Too late to go back now.

The flight to Geneva from SEA-TAC was about 12 hours, the pilot droned from the cockpit as the passengers around them shuffled deeper into their seats. Ready for the long haul. Richard allowed himself a quick glance throughout the large cabin, inspecting those around him behind his spectacles.

Were any of them watching him? Watching them, as Alex and Nick settled beside him for their take off? The man wished he didn't feel so paranoid as he closed his eyes once more, the engine propelling them down the runway.

Richard awoke with a jolt, heart pounding against his rib cage as he tried to get his bearings. The space around him was quiet, dark. His nerves were on high alert.

"Riiiiicharddddd--"

Where were Nick and Alex? Where was everyone? The plane was eerily silent, save for the hum of the engine and that insistent whining that sounded oddly like his name…

"Richie, over here!"

Wayne?

A strange figure, humanoid yet… too tall and too thin to be real, stood in the archway of the front of the plane. Its arms dropped low, circling around the throat of a young boy. Wayne Coates, as he had remembered him all those years ago. His eyes wide and terrified, mouth stretched at the edges of his lips with metal wire. The smile it formed was awkward, forced and painful, and Wayne's eyes swam with tears as he gasped out Richard's name.

The man struggled with his seat belt, stomach flipping with nausea. This wasn't a dream, this wasn't a fantasy brought on by apophena and fast food breakfast.

This wasn't like when he laid in bed at night, eyes wide and body still as he watched the creatures of the darkness loom above him. Sleep paralysis and insomnia be damned, if he was able to move this time, he would save his friend somehow. Where was everyone else? Where was Alex?

Slipping the piece of buckle out of its holder and shoving the belt from his lap, Richard stood on shaky feet to face it.

The lights along the floor pulsed with a red light, illuminating the darkness with a glow that made Richard's gut clench. The floor was sticky, a sickly sweet copper smell filling his nostrils.

"Dr. Strand?"

"Richard…"

Dragging unfocused eyes from the blood seeping through the carpeted floor, filling up the spaces under the empty seats around him, he regretted the movement entirely.

"See, Richard? See how they bleed?"

Its voice was thick with malice, body oily like the personification of bile. Nick and Alex stood, legs stretched in a tip toe as the creature held them taught in its tendril-like arms.

It was all he could do to keep standing, clutching the armrests on either side of the walkway. He couldn't move forward, couldn't force his legs to move through the blood that had reached his knees now, soaking through his cotton suit pants with an unnatural warmth.

That burning sensation coated his senses, making things feel too casual. Like old film, paused and slowly catching fire.

"Please, don't-"

Richard's voice caught in his throat, barely a murmur as the creature laughed, its mouth twisting into a large set of teeth that seemed to take up its entire face.

A face set with two eyes where its nose would be, and gaping jaw where its eyes would be.

"You'll never save us, Ric--"

Alex's words were cut off as the creature plunged, devouring her head with a sick crunch of bone and gore.

"Richard! Wake up, please."

The man's throat felt raw as he opened his eyes, adjusting to the sudden harsh light that entered his vision. His glasses were fogged, aware of someone staring over him from above. It reminded him of some sort of religious painting of the cherub-like angels.

Alex Reagan.

"You were screaming--"

"Sir, are you alright?"

One of the flight attendants rested a well-manicured hand on his left shoulder, her face set in concern as he looked at her. Looked at all the other passengers around them, their own faces set with confusion and distrust.

A screaming man on an airplane.

Of course he was dreaming.

"I'm fine. Just a bad dream. My apologies."

"I'll get you a water, sir. Do you need anything else?"

"Some aspirin, please. Thank you."

Richard turned to his companions, dismissing the woman without another word as they stared at him. Alex's lips pursed in what he knew was her investigative expression, the face he knew to watch for right before she asked her most intrusive questions.

"What was it, Richard?"

Her voice was soft, fingers reaching out to brush the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.

"You're burning up."

"It was nothing. Just a nightmare, probably brought on by those awful hash browns you made me eat before we got to our gate. I feel fine."

But the sounds around him were an echo of what he had seen, what his mind had shown him in his uncomfortable slumber.

And the voice of his demons, calling him home.

"You can't save them, Richard…"

He was certainly going to try.

#unsoundiversary #tbtp #i love this brooding man but please just let him sleep

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dreamboytranscripts-blog · 6 years ago

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Dreamboy Episode 2: The Boy & The Buck

DISCLAIMER: During the show, there are sounds and background noise playing as if to seem like you are actually there. This is what goes inside his brain, almost like he is talking to himself. The parts in “” are what he or other people say out loud. Also, I apologize for the spelling of names.

DANE: [Snoring]

RADIO: [Starts and plays opera] [High pitched note]

DANE: “Uh! Okay. Okay Okay. I’m up, I’m up... 12. 12. It’s 12. 12 am…”

RADIO:[Clapping and women saying ‘thank you. Thank you’]

DANE: “Fuck.” I’m half hanging off my bed, sheets twisted in my legs, pillows on the floor. Hand on my face.

MAN ON RADIO: “That was ‘The Mint Apple’ music by Francois Gearde. Preformed there by Allison Balvinbalm at the Cleveland Moriarity last Sunday evening. Ms. Bavinbalm’s offered a stunning program consisting mostly of Gearde’s songs and arias. And if you would like to hear more opera tonight, tune in later for ‘Opera Tonight’ with Brian Kettering. The news is coming up, but first a small pivan for solo piano, from French composer John Luplane.”

[Piano music starts playing]

DANE: I do not believe I did the A.M. /P.M. alarm mix-up thing. The radio alarm, which is usually news in the morning, is currently deep in its late-night classical program. Jesus, who stays up all night listening to this shit. I have to pee anyway. So I get up and I float to the bathroom in the dark. Arms out in front of me like a Macy’s Day balloon of a huge naked man, grumbling.

I pee, I flush, I shuffle back to bed. But, just before I lay down I hear something. Outside. In the front yard. Through the open window. Like a small voice. I walk over to the window. And then I jump and hide as soon as I see them. It’s the little girls from the grocery store. Standing under the street light in front of my house. Staring right up at me.

“What the fuck.”

I give it a few seconds. And then I look again. But now they are gone. I know I just saw them, they were just here. Then they reappear under another streetlight down the block, walking fast. They turn the corner and they’re gone. I go back to bed. But I feel off, something feels off. I’ve been seeing these little girls everywhere since the grocery store last weekend. They’re always ducking down allies and looking away when I look like they’re following me. I try to calm down. I try doing these breathing exercises that this boy in New York taught me.

[Inhaling] “One two three. Dollars in the bank.”[Exhaling]

It doesn’t seem to be working. I pull the covers up to my chin like I haven’t done since I was a kid.

MAN ON THE RADIO: “We just heard a lovely, if a bit meandering, pivan by John Luplane. Now it’s time for the news.”

[News music]

“Authorities have their first lead in the search for a plane that went missing over Lake Erie last weekend. Species of scavenger fish have been reported in the north-central part of the lake and could indicate the possible presence of large carcasses in the water, according to officials. In other news, Judge Elizabeth Gardner is set to rule on the controversial case of Zoe the Zebra sometime in the following week. The zebra is being quarantined and faces mandatory euthanization after an incident resulting in the death of 12-year-old Ian Harris last summer. Eli Critch, director of the zoo, declined to comment on the Zoe controversy, but instead flashing his infamous smile at reporters and said ‘Love is timeless. We’ll see you next spring for the new exhibit, The Forgotten Sea.’”

DANE: “How do you forget a whole sea?”

MAN ON RADIO: “And later this week we are turning to the garden center outside of the Lawsers-[fades into background]”

DANE: I’m starting to calm down. And I’m hot so I pull the covers down to a normal adult place. And close my eyes.

MAN ON RADIO: “-and call the station and give us your best impersonation of an orchid. What does an orchid sound like? Hm? Boohoo Bree pp [continues making noises in the background]”

DANE: And this guy’s voice is actually relaxing.

MAN ON RADIO: “Buhhhhhh. You know, I don’t know. Who knows. Anyway, the weather. Feels like there is definitely something blowing in off the lake. Currently 66 degrees and blustery. Chance of rain in the early morning hours. It’s just after midnight and this is 897 Classical Cleveland. Which must mean, I’m Dan Rudelstein. Welcome.

Next up we have a real piece of musical esertaria for you. Now most of you are probably familiar with ‘Hale to the Chief’, the official fanfare that plays whenever the United States president enters a room or formal function. But there are other less known and seldom heard pieces of music associated with the U.S. presidency. Take for example, the Inaugural Waltz. Now, the first Inaugural Waltz was composed in 1809 for the inauguration of James Madison and was danced by James and his wife, Dolly, at the ball. And it was such a hit, everybody loved so much they said we need to have one for every inauguration. So a new waltz was commissioned, composed, and dance at every inauguration all the way up until 1933, when F.D.R. did away with the tradition of dancing the waltz. Calling it a quote ‘thick ritual for thin times.’ Now, the waltz did not go quietly into the night, no [laughs]. Instead it went underground and remained a vital part of the ceremonial fabric of the inauguration. A new waltz still being commissioned and composed for every president all the way up through present day. However, most of this music has never been heard, until now. In a fabulous new recording entitled ‘Undanced’. Some of this music finally gets it debut. So, without further ado, here is the United States Marine band, augmented by the United States Marine Chamber Orchestra under the baton of Lieutenant Colonel James K. Montoc with ‘Dance of the Honey Wasp.’ The official inaugural waltz of President Ronald and first lady Nancy Reagan.” [Music starts playing]

DANE: I know he just it didn’t happen but I can’t help but picture it. A dark ballroom. A circle pf stoned faced dignitaries standing around. Ronald on one side, Nancy on the other. Slowly they approach a spotlight in the middle of a big dancefloor. They grab onto each other and lean in and say something in their nasty secret little language. Then they smile. Take a breath. And start waltzing.

RADIO: [Waltz starts]

DANE: Ugh. As they spin, his joules come out like wings like gross flesh wings. Ugh. I’m getting sick just thinking about it. Them spinning around and around and around. And around.

RADIO: [Music continues to play then turns ominous at around 9:24]

DANE: I’m back in the dream. Totally submerged in that dark water. Hanging. Swaying. And then the cold on my legs again. And again I try to get away. Swimming harder and harder until I’m thrashing and I open my mouth to scream. And nothing. Everything is dark and still for what seems like a really long time. And then, a light. Soft but growing coming from everywhere. Like dawn. And the water goes from black to cloudy green all around me. Except for some of the water stays black. The water below me. A shadow. And then it moves like a wall. It slides away into the green murk in front of me and I watch the spot where it disappeared. I keep watching. Waiting. And then I see its face come out of the green. It’s so big it’s-it’s the size of a front of a school bus. It stops. Like 20 feet from me. Like it’s looking at me. But its eyes look dead. Black with bony circles around them. And its jaws are, lust huge jagged bone blades that don’t quite fit together all the way. They are hanging half open. All of a sudden they start to move. They start opening. And I feel the water around me start to flow towards the mouth. No. No. NO. And the mouth is opening wider and wider and I try to get away. [Gasp and music returns to background]

I turn off the radio. I sit up in bed. I throw off the covers. I’m in the guest bedroom at Emily’s house. I look down. My dick is so hard it’s throbbing. My belly is wet with pre-cum. A breeze from the open window makes it feel instantly cold. The open window. I remember the girl scouts and get creeped out all over again. My eyes fall on a rectangle of warm light on the bedroom wall. The house next to Emily’s is empty, it’s been on the market for months now, ever since I got here and the realtor comes everyday almost to show it and I see him come and go. But when he leaves he leaves lights on inside the house. I guess to deter break-ins at night. Anyway, since there are no curtains on the windows these lights cast rectangles of warm light all over, all around the house. On the lawn, on the side of Emily’s house, and one in my bedroom. I’m looking at it right now, trying not to think of those girl scouts, when all of a sudden it vanishes. Like it had never been there at all. Leaving perfectly blue wall. Blue as a whale dream. And then it starts. The thrum thrum thrum of blood in my neck and the physical arrival of a question. I can feel it in my gut. Why did the light go out? Now there are plenty of perfectly reasonable explanations of why the light went out but for some reason my brain is only interested in the terrifying ones, the unreasonable ones. I have to look. I get out of bed, I start walking to my window but a chilling thought occurs me just before I get there, what if there is someone or something in the empty house? It could see me If I’m next to my window. So I jump on my bed and army roll across it and I land on the floor on the other side in the dark. And I walk until the window of the empty house comes into view through my window. I try to squint into it. Try to see into the blackness beyond the reflection of the streetlight but I can’t. And then, another light, from the side. It’s the motion light from behind the house. And then another question, what’s moving in the backyard? So I put on shorts and I go downstairs. I can hear the old house moving all around me, groaning like I woke it up. And I get into the kitchen and that motion light is blaring through all of the windows and it’s coming through the crack and the backdoor, it’s like ‘Close Encounters’ of the third kind down there and I walk up to the backdoor and I look out the window and I try to peek over the privacy fence into the yard of the empty house next door but I can’t see over the privacy fence. I mean it’s a privacy fence. I’m gonna have to go outside. So I take a breath and I open the door and I step out onto the porch. It’s cold. I can see my breath. I walk to the edge of the porch and I look over the privacy fence into the backyard of the empty house. Nothing. Just the driveway of the empty house. A long satin grey loaf that runs all the way down to the street. And the new sod of the backyard, green. Half of the backyard is in shadow. And just then the motion light clicks off. And it’s like everything relaxes. And slowly my yes just starts to adjust and the nighttime starts to give me things back and that faint blue outline stuff, there’s like a hose spool in the backyard. And the electric meter on the side of the house and then a pair of large eyes. I find them already watching me. And then antlers come into view above the eyes. And something about our eyes connecting must have engendered and ultimatum in the buck because it straightens up and looks at me for just a second before it takes off and dashes down the drive way. And the motion light comes on and splashes its warm hide in my eyes for just a second before it’s gone. I watch it disappear Run into the street. And everything is quiet except for the hum of the motion light. And then the flick of a lighter. I instinctively hunch down. A small orange ember appears on the back porch of the empty house. It floats towards the edge, until a young man comes into view. He is young but his skin is covered in what look like tattoos. He takes a hit of his cigarette and leans out into the light and looks down the driveway to where the buck disappeared. And then he turns and his eyes meet mine.

“Fuck.”

He lets the hit go until the smoke obscures his face and when the smoke clears his eyes have moved on. I don’t think he saw me. He’s looking over his shoulder, scanning the dark yards. And then he takes his cigarette and he puts it in his lips and holds it there in that way that smokers do where they sorta purse their lips. And his hands goes down to his pants. He undoes his button, his zipper, puts one thumb in the elastic of his underwear and pulls down until his dick flops over and hangs there. My eyes swallow it. It’s big and floppy and it has one long view that zig zags through it like a river. And the foreskin ruffed and folds around the head, it looks like the collar of ancient royalty. It’s lit dramatically by the motion light on the garage, it’s like a diva getting ready for her aria. I see his checks suck in as he pulls in on his cigarette. The ember brightens. My eyes widen. Her music starts. And then the motion light clicks off. And the slat sound of piss hitting new sod. Then after a few second the cigarette is a shooting star, explodes on the driveway. And then I hear the screen door on the empty house shut and I’m left alone, in the dark. Piss steam and cigarette smoke drifting towards me and I feel like a young boy after his first magic show.

I go back inside and I go back upstairs. Call it a hunch but I get my phone out and I re-download Grindr. I sign in with my email and my password, it takes like 10 seconds and I’m back on the grid. And sure enough, right next to me is a blank profile, 20 feet away. I click on it. It expands. No age, 5’8”, 130lbs, right now. And then the sounds. Brrip.

NO NAME: “Hey.”

DANE: “Hey.”

NO NAME: “Big buck, huh?”

DANE: “Yeah it was.”

NO NAME: “Are there a lot around here?”

DANE: “Yeah they like the lake.”

NO NAME: “What lake?”

DANE: “Um, Lake Erie. It’s one of the Great Lakes.”

NO NAME: “LOL, you’re funny. More pics?”

DANE: The headlights of a car swing through my window and I hear the unmistakable sound of tires on driveway grid. I get up and look. An SUV is parked in the driveway of the empty house next door. A man gets out. It’s the realtor.

Brrip

NO NAME: “I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon. I’m Luke by the way.”

DANE: Luke. Luke? This is Luke from the cake box? The realtor goes into the house. The lights that were on inside the house turn off one by one. I see two shadows move on each other, their legs tangling. They spill into another dark room and I lose them for a minute. I get closer to my window and I wait. And when they reappear, their forms are defined by the dim glow of streetlight. Luke is naked and bent over. The realtor is behind him, still wearing his shirt and loosen tie and there is rhythm to their movement. Soft lion's flexing with each other. I feel myself getting hard in my shorts. The realtor quickens and Luke’s eyes close tight. His jaw falls open a little more with each thrust. I start touching myself. Luke steadies himself with an arm on the window ledge. The realtor reaches around and puts his fingers in Luke’s mouth.

“Fuck this is hot.”

I’m rubbing my dick through my shorts. The realtor runs his other hand up Luke’s back, threads it through his blonde hair, makes a fit and pulls Luke’s head back hard. His eyes swing up towards me in the window and I see him see me. My hand on my dick. And then he smiles wide. As much as a person can smile with fingers in their mouth. So I slide my shorts off and get closer to the window so he can see all of me. My dick is rock hard now and I start jerking off. Faster and faster. And realtor is drumming away on his own holy agenda and completely unaware of me. But Luke eyes are locked on my dick and the realtor’s rhythm reaches a climax and his drumming turns into this sort of twitching. [Breathing hard] And I feel myself build and build and let go and I hear it hit the window. And I double over. When I look up they are gone and my cum is running like slow milk down the pane. After a little bit I see them reappear in another window, in the kitchen of the empty house. The realtor dressed, tightening his tie. Luke is still naked. They are facing each other. And then a flash of movement. The realtor pulls his hand back and punches Luke hard in the face. Luke spins and falls back down out of view and the realtor turns quickly and leaves. I see his legs rushing through the dark house. I back away from my window. My heart starts pounding. I hear a car door and then an engine and then the lights swing back through my room the way they came.

“What do I do?”

I peak out again. I look down at the kitchen window. Nothing. He still hasn’t gotten up. So I put on jeans and a hoodie and shoes and I go downstairs. And I go out my front door and I cross the lawns and the driveway. And u on the porch of the other house. I try the handle. It’s open. I go inside.

“Hello?”

Nothing. I make my way to the back, to the kitchen. Just around the corner, I see him. Luke. Laying there naked on the kitchen floor. Bloody. His face is young, gorgeous. And his dick is rock hard. Bobbing. And what looked like tattoos before are actually bruises. All over his body. Like little storms. I lean down and I shake him. he comes to.

LUKE: [Inhales]

DANE: his eyes widen when he sees my face. He looks down at his bare chest and fingers the red pooling in his collarbone.

“Hey. Hey, don’t worry, it looks a lot worse than it is.”

LUKE: “Great. Take a picture.”

DANE: He hands me his phone and I reach out to take it but we both just hold onto it and stare at each other. And my stomach feels weird like it wants to crawl out of my mouth. But in a good way?

SONG:

That sound could be the sound of laughing

Not the cold October wind

Maybe this feeling is the beginning

And not the end

And this cold autumn day could be the first day of spring

Any moment the songbirds could start

And I could find someone beside me

In the dark

[CREDITS]

#dream #dreamboy #dreamboyboypodcast #dreamboytranscript #buck #boy #boyandthebuck #episode 2 #podcast #podcasttranscript #transcript

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dioles-writes · 1 year ago

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• OC FICLET •

Masterlist | Characters: Felix (he/him), Winola (she/her), Reese (they/them), Manon (she/her)

Credits to @jiphenn as the characters in blue belong to her 😋

Felix found himself in a strange, unknown room, having no clue on how he got there.

Felix blinked. There was someone else in this room. He could see them crouched over one of the unconscious bodies, only three beds away from him. With a start, he realized it wasn’t just any unconscious body, but Winola. She was soaked with blood, looking extremely dead as she laid there on the bed, several nasty bullet wounds covering her torso. The person hovered over her, their hands emitting what looked like glowing particles dancing through the air. Their expression was calm and collected, like they had done this a million times.

“Relax, Leonardo,” The person said, dark gray eyes still focused in on Winola. The particles circled Winola, moving onto her re-injured legs now, and in front of his very own eyes, the wounds started magically closing up. Soon, there wasn’t even a scab, or a scar. It was like she hadn’t even been shot in the first place.

Suddenly a lamp in the room exploded, shattering into a million pieces, making the place just a little bit darker.

The person pulled away from Winola, looking up at Felix from their chair. “What are you staring at?” They huffed, running a hand through their shaggy blue hair.

“Who-“ Felix stared at them with wide eyes. “Who are you?!” He demanded, still gawking at them in complete and utter shock.

“Reese. Leader of the Medicinal Sanction.” They said, standing up to go clean up the broken glass from the lamp.

“Where am I?! Where’s my sister?”

“Magnolia? Not sure.” They said, pulling out a broom and dustpan. “And you’re in the immediate care room.”

“How do you know my name? And my sister’s name?”

“Paisley told me.” Reese said, sweeping up the mess.

Felix’s heart skipped a beat, his mind spinning with a million more questions. “Paisley’s here?!”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t seen him.”

Felix paused for a second, falling back onto the soft bed, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He took a better look around the room now that he was properly awake. January, Wilder, Rory, Akali, Winola, and Kuali’i were all lying on separate beds, dead to the world. All of them appeared to be fine - their injuries were healed, each of them sleeping fitfully, looking exactly how they had been before they had gotten attacked.

There was no sign of the rest of the club.

“Where’s Maddox? Alzena? Nyssa? Astley?”

“Not sure, probably out on a tour.” Reese replied, finishing sweeping up the glass.

“Tour?” Felix repeated. “They’re okay?”

“I’m not sure, but their injuries weren’t severe enough to need me to check on them.” Reese shrugged, dumping the remnants of the lamp into a trash bin.

“How did you find us?”

“The guy with dark blue hair brought you in. Ensio, I believe?”

Felix’s jaw dropped to the floor. “ENSIO?!”

“No need to yell. You’ll wake the others.”

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking around wildly. “What is this place?”

“Paradise?!” Felix repeated again, surprise still plastered on his face.

“Okay then, just wait there.” They grabbed a book off of a nearby bookshelf and sat back down.

But eventually, a cheerful voice interrupted him from his spiralling thoughts. “I’m here doctor!”

In the doorway stood a little girl. She had a big grin on her face as she looked at Felix and Winola, eyes bright with excitement.

“Ah, welcome Manon.” Reese smiled for the first time. “I trust you’ll lead our guests to their rooms just fine.”

“Mhm! Just leave it to me!” She beamed.

This couldn’t be possible.

“You guys are pretty impolite.” She said as soon as they were out of earshot, continuing down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Uh. Sorry.” Felix said, glancing around at the lit-up hall, still in too much shock to care about little things such as manners.

“You’ll just have to say thank you to Reese next time you see them.” Manon continued down the hall, finally reaching a large metal door.

Slowly, she pushed it open, blinding Felix as a bright light flashed in front of them.

“Welcome to Paradise!”

#I might as well post this for Manon’s birthday #it’s been sitting in my drafts for FOREVER #will I ever finish the actual fic?#who knows 😇😇#dioles tag #oc: The Board Game Club #oc: Felix #oc: Winola #oc: Reese #oc: Manon #my ocs #ocs #oc ficlit

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bensbuttercup · 6 years ago

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Home (Poly one shot)

A little birthday gift to Claire @the-claire-bitch-project that she already knew about but I’m still excited for her, (and @bisexualparkers ) to read.

Phoebe woke up encased by four strong arms, one across her stomach one under her head and two hands linked over chest where he heart was. She noticed that Cole was already awake and he leaned over to kiss her temple, a soft smile on his lips as he let his unruly bed head brush across her cheek. “Morning.” Cole cleared his throat after he spoke trying to get rid of his groggy morning voice.

“Hi.” Phoebe let her eyes slipped closed again as Cole’s hand behind her head started running through her hair gently, twisting a few strands trying to get the knots out. It had become a morning routine, how they would let each other wake up before having to start getting ready.

“Did you enjoy your first night officially living here?” Phoebe asked quietly, trying not to wake Shawn yet. The Canadian boy let small breath slip past his lips, his curls falling messily on to his forehead as he shifted to tuck further into Phoebe. Phoebe smiled when she felt his eye lashes flutter against the skin of her neck, it was a reminder that he was real, that all of it was real.

“As long as you’re okay.” Cole responded watching as Phoebe blushed under his gaze. Cole took his index finger and ran it down her nose making Phoebe crinkle her nose and laugh lightly. Phoebe closed her eyes trying to avoid Cole’s gaze as she felt Shawn’s eyelashes flutter open from where his face was tucked into her neck.

“She’s okay, believe me.” Shawn’s thick morning voice joined the conversation now, he had clearly been awake for a few minutes though. “She’s had worse.” Phoebe groaned at Shawn’s words. It was her turn to tuck her face into his chest while both boys showered her in gentle touches. The two boy’s hands were now unlinked as they brushed against any skin they could reach, under or over the blanket that was covering them. Phoebe was half way back to sleeping when she felt the hands on her skin still, the door cracking open.

“Boys.” Reagan stood in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest as Shawn and Cole’s hands immediately came to rest above the blanket. “It’s your first full day here Cole, wouldn’t want to be punished already would you?” Cole’s eyes widened knowing he didn’t want to cross Reagan, he had heard stories and seen the results of the punishments she instituted. It was fair to say that Cole shook his head ‘No’ with wide eyes and Reagan nodded. “Thought so.” With that Reagan gave the three a smile before slipping back down stairs.

Phoebe pulled the blanket down before sitting up and smoothing her hair down. Phoebe knew herself that Reagan wasn’t kidding and didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of her punishments so early in the morning. Phoebe decided braving the cool morning air was better than what Reagan’s wandering mind could come up with and decided to get herself and the two boys out of trouble. “I’m gonna go get Pippa her breakfast, you two find your way downstairs when you’re awake and on your best behavior.”

Shawn audibly groaned watching as Phoebe crawled out of the bed in just his hoodie and a pair of purple underwear with white polka dots. He wanted to reach out and pull her into him for a lazy morning make out session but decided against it as Phoebe slipped out of the door.

“Welcome to the madhouse.” Shawn looked over to Cole who laughed lightly at Shawn’s words rolling out of bed to pull his sweatpants on. Cole smiled while he brushed his messy brown hair out of his face . “Once you’re here there’s no escape.” Shawn laughed getting dressed himself.

Phoebe wandered into the living room trying to be quiet in case anyone had decided to doze off again on the couch, it wasn’t uncommon. Phoebe saw Brooklynn curled up with Tom, both nursing cups of coffee while a movie played on the television. “Morning.” Tom smiled at Phoebe as she walked past. His curls were still messy and damp on his forehead from his morning shower, wearing just a pair of sweats. Brooklynn was curled up into his side in a tank top and shorts, a blanket thrown lazily over both of their laps. Phoebe gave them both kisses on the cheeks when she walked past to open Pippa’s cage.

“You give Pippa more love than me.” Tom joked as Phoebe bent down to pick the small animal up and went to sit in the armchair with her until breakfast was ready. Pippa curled up in Phoebe’s hand as she rubbed under her chin with her pointer finger.

“I don’t give her more love than you.” Phoebe rolled her eyes as she pulled her blanket over her lap. “It’s just a Different Type of love.”

“Early morning arguments.” Reagan laughed as she looked over the counter of the kitchen into the living room and smiled watching Tom and Brooklynn drift in and out of sleep together. Phoebe throwing snarky comments to Tom had become routine since Shawn has surprised her with the hedgehog as a gift a few weeks earlier.

Pippa was a gift to everyone, but the house knew she would steal a special place in Phoebe's heart when she was the first one the small animal had run to. Reagan turned back to the burners that her and Harrison were using to make breakfast and pulled the boy into her. Harrison smiled and let his hands fall to Reagan’s hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into her skin as he leaned in to brush his lips against hers.

“You’re happy?” Harrison asked resting his forehead on Reagan’s. The past months had been chaotic to say the least and trying to move Brooklynn and Cole in on top of Tom and Shawn’s incredibly busy schedule had the relationship stretched thin for a period of time. It felt like everyone was living their own lives instead of a relationship as a whole. Reagan nodded and connected her lips to Harrison, their noses bumping gently together as Reagan pushed Harrison against the counter. The two got lost in each other as long as it would allow, lips sliding together and sounds of quiet content hums filling the otherwise quiet kitchen.

Reagan pulled away after a few seconds and Harrison audibly whined, trying to chase Reagan’s lips with his own. “Just gotta take these off.” Reagan laughed sliding the last two pieces of French toast on to the large serving plate. Reagan turned back to Harrison and let her hands trail up his chest, one resting on his shoulder the other finding home on his hip. Harrison lazily smiled as Reagan leaned back in to kiss him again.

Their lips slotted together gently as Harrison and Reagan soaked up the feeling of each other for the first time alone in nearly two weeks. Being the top of the food chain in the house meant they were often keeping the others in check and didn’t have a lot of time to focus on their relationship together, but when they were able to it was truly magical. The pair continued to kiss lazily, open mouths and lips making quiet noises together when a large body brushed its way past them.

“Kept the whole house up last night.” Shawn mumbled reaching out to brush over the fresh hickey on Reagan’s neck. Harrison smirked knowing he had left it there the night before and Reagan pulled away from the two boys with a smirk. While Phoebe and Brooklynn would have blushed and shrunk away from the comment Reagan embraced it, seeing it as a point to build her own confidence.

“Don’t you wish you were as lucky as I am.” Reagan shrugged, smirking at Shawn. She winked at Harrison before walking slowly away from the boys.

“Oh I was.” It was Shawn’s turn to let a few sly comments fly. “Don’t think Pheebs is gonna be doing much today.” Reagan rolled her eyes as she walked into the living room to get the others for breakfast. Shawn and Harrison stood quietly in the kitchen watching Reagan sway her hips while she walked away. What a tease.

“She’s asking for it.” Harrison huffed under his breath as he turned to refill his mug of coffee.

“Isn’t she always?” Shawn asked making a mug of his own.

Reagan pretended she didn’t hear Harrison and Shawn’s comment as she walked into the living room. She was ready to suggest that Tom, Brooklynn and Phoebe made their way into the kitchen for breakfast but the sight that greeted her was one that wouldn’t leave her mind anytime soon. Tom was braced on his arms above Brooklynn as he did a push up every fever seconds, each time he came down he would give Brooklynn a small kiss before pushing himself back up.

Reagan has to cover her mouth not to make some sort of noise of endearment at the adorable sight in front of her. She quietly grabbed her phone off the kitchen counter before taking a short video of the two and posting it on her instagram story with the caption ‘glad to finally have everyone home’, before clearing her throat. Tom pushed up one last time and looked over to Reagan who had a bright smile on her face.

“Breakfast is ready.” Reagan hummed watching as Tom pushed himself up before offering Brooklynn his hands to help pull her up. Tom pulled the girl into his chest and jokingly started placing messy kisses all over her face and neck. Phoebe rolled her eyes before standing up and walking past the two, Pippa in her hoodie pocket. “It is eight thirty why are we rolling our eyes already?” Reagan sighed squeezing Phoebe’s side when she walked past.

“Just tired.” Phoebe replied with a small smile as she brushed past Reagan into the kitchen. Reagan watched as Tom and Brooklynn eventually stumbled into the kitchen, the two taking empty plates from Harrison as they moved to the food. “Where’s Cole?” Phoebe mumbled slipping a hand into her hoodie pocket to stroke over Pippa’s back.

“Upstairs still.” Shawn mumbled around a piece of french toast. Phoebe nodded before walking over to Shawn. She brushed the powdered sugar he had gotten on his nose from the french toast off before kissing the tip. Shawn turned red under her touch before offering Phoebe a shy smile.

“Thank you,” Shawn hummed before going to sit with Reagan, Brooklynn and Harrison at the table while Tom finished making his plate.

“I’m just gonna go get Cole.” Phoebe smiled before disappearing up the stairs.

“She seems off.” Reagan spoke up. Shawn swallowed the big of food that was in his mouth before shaking his head.

“She’s just tired.” Was Shawn’s response as Tom joined the table. Reagan playfully rolled her eyes at Shawn’s obvious smirk before the boy blew her a kiss. Reagan “caught” it before blowing one back to Shawn as well being met with a wide sleepy smile.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Harrison ran a hand through his messy curls before pushing his glasses up. Brooklynn smiled watching Harrison loving how he was full of absolutely unfiltered beauty in the mornings. He always had untamed hair and wore his glasses around the house with pride.

“A lazy day?” Tom asked with a hopeful smile. He had to be absolutely exhausted, filming had just finished and he had a few weeks off before his next project started. He was back out the house for a few weeks with his ‘family’ and that was all that mattered to him.

“Up to you and Shawn.” Brooklynn smiled looking between the two boys. “Whatever you want goes.” Tom looked to Shawn who just shrugged.

“Lazy day.” Tom repeated with and nod and a sleepy smile. Brooklynn tapped Tom’s foot under the table with her own and Tom responded by doing the same. A game of footsie ensued and Reagan, Harrison and Shawn had to try and avoid being kicked by the two. Reagan looked to Harrison with a small smile, the two had been waiting for the small family to be back together for weeks now. The house had seemed to be a revolving door for the last two months, Tom in and out with filming, Shawn with festival shows and Cole with his minor league games. Harrison had cycled in and out himself a few times with modeling jobs but other than that it had been steady in the house. The girls and Cole were preparing to return to school and wrapping up summer homework and jobs so most of the interaction had been double checking papers and helping to edit the beginnings of Phoebe’s senior year college Thesis.

“We have Cole’s game tonight.” Shawn reminded everyone before small nods were given from around the table. Now that everyone was back home everyone was finally able to attend Cole’s games which would most likely gain some media attention.

“So we can do movies and lunch because he doesn’t have to be to the stadium until 5:00 for 7:30 first pitch.” Tom spoke. He knew Cole’s schedule almost as well as Cole himself did at this point. It was a way Tom had felt like he was connected to the others while he was gone, watching Cole’s games on his phone when he had the chance. Some days he would be sure to have off of filming certain hours just so he would be able to show some support to the other boy. Cole had attended various events of Tom and the other boy’s and Tom wanted to be able to do the same. Reagan nodded as she took the empty plates to the sink. As Reagan set the dishes down she noticed Cole and Phoebe walking down the stairs, Pippa in Cole’s hands now.

“You two have a good time?” Reagan asked raising an eyebrow. Phoebe rolled her eyes, why did everyone always assume that something beyond cuddling had to be going on?

“Cole fell back asleep, Pippa had to wake him up.” Phoebe’s smile grew when Cole held Pippa up to his face, the small animal wiggling her nose against Cole’s cheek. Shawn pulled his phone out and snapped a discrete picture before tucking the smartphone back into his pocket. They all had countless photos of eachother in Cute situations which were usually sent in a group chat between everyone. Cole offered everyone a sleepy smile as he took his seat at the table, between Phoebe and Tom. After finishing moving in the day before Cole’s practice the night before had gone well into the evening hours and his body was paying for it in the form of sore arms and quads.

“We tired you out already?” Tom asked jokingly as he finished his coffee, setting the empty mug down on the table.

“Practice and moving in layered together is a lot.” Cole shrugged as Phoebe leaned into him, the two both fans of small physical comforts.

“Well, you are on quite the winning streak.” Reagan pointed out as Cole took a bite of his breakfast. Cole nodded before speaking himself.

“Only lost two games so far this season.” He reminded the group with a proud smile. Since graduating college Cole had been scouted by a number of teams in the Majors but he decided to spend a few years in the minors before deciding if baseball was really the career path he wanted to take. He had landed himself a three season contract with the Lancaster JetHawks while he worked on his master’s and it proved to be quite the packed schedule.

“A genius in the making,” Brooklynn quipped and Cole stuck his tongue out at her before finishing his breakfast.

“I am already a genius.” Cole smugly replied.

“Immaturity at its finest.” Phoebe huffed standing up with her coffee. “If anyone needs me I’m going to change then go out to the pool.” With that Phoebe disappeared upstairs and the others were left looking around the table for each other watching to see who would make a suggestion to either follow Phoebe or add another activity option to the list.

“I’m fine with the pool.” Harrison shrugged standing up. He offered a hand to Reagan who rolled her eyes before allowing Harrison to whisk her up the stairs. The two were four left feet as they stumbled up the seemingly never ending staircase, bumping into the walls a couple times as they went. But they were having fun and that was the only thing that mattered.

It seemed that life was constantly going a hundred miles an hour and being able to slow down for a few days was renewing. The house finally felt full again. After Reagan pulled Harrison into her room the two fell into a laughing heap on her bed. After catching his breath Harrison rolled above Reagan, connecting his lips gently with hers trying to coax a loving kiss out of the girl. “Not right now Harrison.” Reagan replied moving away from the boy slightly.

At Reagan’s words Harrison pulled back slightly and shook his head. “Don’t want to go any further right now, just this.” Harrison hesitated as if he was asking if it was okay to kiss her again. Reagan took the hint and leaned up to connect her lips to Harrison again. She pulled gently on his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a small whimper from the boy before she pulled back.

“Gotta get ready Haz.” Reagan hummed running her fingers through his unruly hair. “The others will be asking where we went for so long soon.” She added at the end.

“They should know!” Harrison protested from his spot in the middle of Reagan’s mattress. It was soft, and smelled like her shampoo and a scent that could only be described as distinctly Reagan, it was comforting. Harrison wanted to stay in bed all day with her, the pool and the others could wait until another day.

“You are clingy today Mr. Osterfield.” Reagan smirked as she opened her closet looking for a swimsuit. She skimmed through her collection of one pieces and two pieces before having a thought, a compromise. “How about this?” Reagan asked turning to Harrison. “There’s the big lounge chair outside by the TV, we can cuddle on that and watch a movie while the others do whatever they want to in the pool.” Reagan watched carefully as Harrison processed her idea. She didn’t want to have to be separated from the others all day but also wanted to spend time with Harrison, she thought watching a movie outside would be the perfect balance.

“I like that.” Harrison nodded from his place on Reagan’s bed, the mattress bouncing slightly with his body as he nodded. “As long as you still wear that red one I love so much.” Harrison stated as he nodded towards the red one piece Reagan’s hand had just brushed over.

“Someone’s demanding today.” Reagan laughed lightly as she pulled the swimsuit out, she looked over her shoulder to Harrison. “I want you changed and downstairs by the time I come out of the bathroom.” Reagan hummed as she slowly walked towards her en-suite. At her words Harrison was quickly up and out Reagan’s door, on his way to his own bedroom.

Reagan was in the process of pulling the straps up her arms when she heard a bang and someone yell Shawn’s name from up the hall. It was Phoebe, if anyone was yelling at Shawn it was Phoebe. Reagan gripped the bridge of her nose before slipping out of the bathroom and grabbing her sunglasses, choosing to ignore whatever disaster had occurred for a moment.

Phoebe stood in the middle of her room, Shawn in the door frame smirking as Phoebe bent down to pick up the text books she had dropped. She ran a hand across her ass where Shawn had just shot her with a rubber band. “I hate you.” Phoebe glared at the Canadian boy as she tucked the books away on their shelf. She pulled her cover up tighter around herself as she brushed past Shawn and into the hallway. “Jerk.”

However, Shawn didn’t move from the doorway. He stood in his red floral print swim trunks, with a smirk, his arm resting above his head while he watched phoebe walk down the hallway.

“You’re really giving her a hard time lately.” Reagan walked out of her room startling Shawn. He jumped slightly before turning to Reagan with a shrug. “Would be too bad if I returned the favor.” Reagan left Shawn standing stunned in the doorway of Phoebe’s bedroom before walking downstairs to meet the others. Reagan walked downstairs to see everyone but Shawn waiting to go outside, clearly waiting for her instructions.

Phoebe was sat in Cole’s lap facing the boy pouting as she spoke, most likely complaining about Shawn’s earlier actions. Brooklynn sat between Tom and Harrison, the boys happily chatting back and forth as each rested a hand on her thigh. Harrison fingers were drumming on the skin while Tom’s ran gentle circles into it, habits both boys had devolved subconsciously. Reagan smiled to herself, happy to see everyone back together before opening the back doors.

“Y’all waiting for me or are we just going to sit here all day?” Reagan asked as the others all stood up to follow her outside. Harrison quickly pushed through the others to get closest to Reagan who was already outside.

“Lap dog.” Phoebe huffed when Harrison bumped into her. This earned the girl a glare from both Harrison and Reagan, Phoebe held her hands up in apology before walking to sit on the edge of the pool while Tom and Cole jumped into the cold water from the diving board. Brooklynn sat down next to Phoebe and let her feet dangle in the water as Shawn finally made his own way outside.

“You have a movie preference?” Harrison asked Reagan as he turned the outdoor television on. Reagan pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, watching the other boys push each other around the pool while she thought.

“The Devil Wears Prada?” She hummed as Harrison scrolled through Netflix trying to find the movie she had asked for. “Haz?” Reagan asked quietly. Harrison looked over to Reagan waiting for her to ask what she wanted to. “You’re happy too right?” Harrison felt a smile tug on his lips with the question. He pressed play on the movie and slid up the outdoor couch to rest his head on Reagan’s stomach. He looked up to her as she threaded her fingers in his hair, a small way he knew she would be able to ground herself.

“Of course I’m happy.” Harrison responded looking over to the pool. The boys earlier rough housing had turned into a game of chicken, Tom on Cole’s shoulders and Brooklynn on Shawn’s, Phoebe was throwing pool toys at them trying to help make somebody fall, typical. “I am assuming it’s perfectly safe to say we’re all incredibly happy.” Harrison pulled his sunglasses up, his blue eyes squinting as he looked up at Reagan. “So what we keep a bunch of five-year-olds in check on occasion, but we all love each other and even when someone’s away we love and support them from across the world. The past two months prove just how strong our bond is. Tom going from London, to other places to New York and back while Shawn’s on his festival tour and I’m filming Catch-22 and modeling. Not to mention you starting Law School, Brooklynn working on her master's, Cole basically signing up to make it pro and Phoebe trying to convince Shawn that she’ll get on 30 under 30 before him. Even though he was on 21 under 21.”

“It’s been a crazy few months.” Reagan nodded looking over to the pool. Brooklynn had managed to get a hold of Tom’s shoulders and had pushed him into the pool. The resulting splash reached Phoebe who huffed before sliding into the water herself.

“It has been.” Harrison sat up and took Reagan’s hands in his. “But we made it through that right?” Reagan knew she didn’t have to answer Harrison’s question but she still nodded. “So we can make it through anything, trust me.” Satisfied with their small conversation Reagan leaned in and connected her lips to Harrison briefly before pulling away and turning back to the movie. Harrison settled himself in Reagan’s side before resting his hand on her thigh knowing he has squashed a few of her worries.

“Don’t hurt him!” Phoebe pegged Shawn with a soft volleyball as he tried to dunk Cole under the water. A game of chicken has quickly evolved into a game of who could dunk who and Phoebe was currently trying to break up Cole and Shawn’s own game before one of them got hurt. “He has a game tonight and I would love it if he could play! But he can’t do that if he drowns!” Shawn let go of Cole to laugh at Phoebe who had her arms crossed, a stubborn pout on her lips.

“You’re cute.” Shawn laughed lightly quickly darting across the pool to pick Phoebe up. “Nice try Miss Marie.” Phoebe rolled her eyes at the nickname before Shawn was throwing her over his shoulder.

“Ladies don’t start fights but they can finish them!” Phoebe tried to kick out of Shawn’s grasp using what had become one of her most used lines around the boys, but it was no use. Shawn wrapped his arm around her legs holding them still as Cole laughed from across the pool. “Put me down Shawn!” Shawn laughed louder and nodded towards Cole, motining into the house.

“Bet I can make it up there first.” Cole smiled at the challenge and Shawn started towards the pool staircase with Phoebe still over his shoulder. She was yelling about getting the boys back, even though everyone knew she wouldn’t really ever return the favor.

“Boys!” Reagan called watching Cole and Shawn quickly make their way to the house.

“Be careful with wet feet on the wood and tile floors!” Harrison added the second part hoping no one slipped and fell while fooling around.

“You’re not gonna help me?” Phoebe yelled over to Reagan and Harrison. The pair just shook their heads as they heard the sliding glass door to the house close, quiet falling over the yard.

“You know sometimes they act like the youngest ones.” Harrison mumbled causing Reagan to laugh and look up at him.

“That’s because they are the youngest ones babe.” Reagan leaned over and kissed Harrison gently. “Let them have their fun, we’ll work out whatever else happens later.”

In the pool Brooklynn and Tom took in the quiet for a moment before moving into the attached hot tub. Tom climbed over the small ledge before holding his hand out for Brooklynn, she took it and let Tom help her into the hot tub the warm water reaching up to right under her knees. The pair sank into the warm water, getting used to the temperature change before Tom pulled Brooklynn so she was straddling his lap. Brooklynn let her knees come to rest on the bench of the hot tub before she rested her right hand on his chest. “I missed you.” She smiled letting her forehead fall to rest on his as her fingers ran slightly up and down his chest.

“I missed you too.” Tom responded leaning up to brush his lips along Brooklynn’s.

“You missed me, but that wasn’t even a real kiss.” Brooklynn laughed, her breath fanning over Tom’s lips. Tom took it as a challenge and leaned in, connecting his lips to hers again. Tom let his hands fall on to Brooklynn’s waist and slipped his thumbs under the strings of her bikini bottoms. Brooklynn let her hands wander down to the waistband of Tom’s yellow swim trunks where they slipped into the fabric. Brooklynn’s hands came to rest on his hips, right above where Tom wanted them. Tom let a whine slip past his lips and into Brooklynn’s mouth causing the girl to smile.

“C’mon.” Tom groaned trying to wiggle his hips to get Brooklynn’s hands where he wanted them. The pair didn’t realize they were being watched until Reagan’s voice made them jump apart.

“Tommy be good.” Reagan called to the boy. “You too Brooks, be nice to Tom and give him what he wants.” Regan finished speaking before turning back to the movie she and Harrison were watching. Brooklynn let her lips trail down Tom’s throat, brushing along his adam’s apple before Harrison’s voice cut in this time.

“Actually Tom, if I am correct you didn’t really listen last night.” Harrison spoke. Brooklyn felt Tom groan before Harrison continued. “Be a good boy and make Brooklynn come then maybe me and Reagan will think about letting you do the same.” Harrison finished speaking with a satisfied smirk turning back to Reagan as Tom pulled Brooklynn’s maroon bikini bottoms down. He wasn’t going to waste time if his own orgasm was at stake.

“You’re cruel.” Reagan mumbled as Harrison let his lips fall to her neck.

“I learned from the best.” Harrison hummed running his lips along the shell of Reagan's ear before pulling lightly on her earlobe with his teeth. Reagan let a small breath fall past her lips, nodding.

“Don’t get too full of yourself Osterfield.” Reagan closed her eyes as Harrison’s lips ventured down to where her neck met her shoulder. “We both still know you’re wrapped around my finger.”

“Just the way I like it.” Came Harrison’s response.

Back in the hot tub Brooklynn and tom had managed to change positions. Brooklyn was sitting on the bench in the hot tub with Tom standing in front of her, his lips on hers while his hands ran up and down her thighs. “No playing Tommy, you heard Reagan!” Brooklynn mumbled into the kiss.

Tom didn't respond but instead let his tongue slip into Brooklynn’s mouth, barely brushing her tongue with his own before he moved back to focusing on her lips. While Tom lightly bit on Brooklynn’s bottom lip he let his hand trail up her thighs and brushed his pointer and middle fingers between her folds, purposely avoiding her clit. Brooklynn whined in the back of her throat before pushing her hips closer to Tom, trying to get his fingers where she wanted them.

“Tommy no teasing!” Reagan reminded the brunette boy. Knowing Reagan wasn’t kidding and would more than enjoy punishing him for ill behavior Tom let his two fingers sink into Brooklynn. The noise the slipped past Brooklynn’s lips was more than enough to spurr Tom on and his fingers quickly found a rhythm inside of her. He took it slow, dragging his fingers out at a punishingly slow pace before quickly thrusting them back in, brushing against the spot inside her that drove Brooklynn crazy before repeating his actions.

“Tom please, just let me come.” Brooklynn mumbled tucking her face into Tom’s neck. Tom nodded and let his lips fall to her neck while he angled his hand so his thumb could brush against her clit while his fingers still worked inside of her.

“I got you.” Tom hummed into Brooklynn’s skin as he felt her clench around him, her release washing over her as moans of Tom’s name hung in the air. While Tom held Brooklyn and gentled worked her through her orgasm Reagan turned over in Harrison’s arms to smirk at him.

“You owe me Osterfield I told you someone was going to get off in the pool today, I called it when we woke up!” Reagan spoke as she rolled above Harrison, a twinkle of something in her eyes that usually meant she was up to no good. Harrison slid his sunglasses up as Reagan did the same, the two smiling at each other.

“Want to take them upstairs?” Harrison asked Reagan quietly, hoping that Tom and Brooklyn wouldn’t hear. Reagan nodded before pushing herself up and looking at the duo in the hot tub.

“My room.” Reagan spoke sternly. “Harrison and I will be right up, hands to yourselves.” Brooklyn and Tom gave each other wide smiles as they both scrambled out of the hot tub and towards the house.

Upstairs in Phoebe’s room she found herself sitting on the bed in a pair of dry sweatpants and a sports bra while Shawn and Cole changed themselves. Shawn had went to set her down on her bed before she complained that they would get it soaked from their bathing suits. Phoebe sighed and flopped back into her bed opening Instagram before her door opened, Cole and Shawn walking back in both in a pair of boxers, phones in hand with messy, towel dried hair.

“Hey bunny.” Cole smiled laying next to Phoebe on one side while Shawn climbed into the other. Both boys made themselves comfortable before Shawn leaned over to connect his lips to Phoebe’s neck.

“Hi Kitten.” Shawn hummed against her skin. Phoebe closed her eyes and let the two boys gentle touches soothe her as they quietly talked about their days and what they planned on doing after Cole’s game later.

“Gonna talk like I’m not here?” Phoebe spoke up after a few minutes. Cole reached over and pinched Phoebe’s side causing her to move closer to Shawn who did the same. “You two really need to stop.” Came Phoebe’s response to the boys.

“We need to stop?” Shawn laughed watching as Phoebe sat up and started to slide down the mattress.

“Or what?” Cole challenged her. The two had grown up together and Cole knew exactly what to do and what to say to easily annoy the girl.

“Or…” Phoebe dragged out the “r” as if she was thinking of a response. “Or I’m gonna go get Reagan!” A proud smile graced Phoebe’s lips and the two boys found it amusing. Both were significantly larger than her and she knew she had no chance fighting back physically so she would do it with threats and snide comments.

“Or you’re going to go get Reagan?” Shawn hummed slowly moving forward. Before Phoebe could respond Shawn’s arms were around her waist and she was pinned down to the mattress under her. Shawn was hovering above her while Cole moved to slip partially between the two.

“Reagan isn’t a big help now. Is she?” Cole laughed as he moved his lips to Phoebe’s neck. Phoebe’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Cole’s soft lips on her neck as Shawn’s moved down her stomach. Phoebe knew trying to wiggle away from the two was again useless and decided to let them explore all they wanted, they’d have to get tired eventually.

“Was she ever a big help?” Shawn asked looking up to Cole, his warm breath making Phoebe shiver. Cole’s lips on Phoebe’s neck paused and he looked down to Shawn.

“You’re right, she likes watching her squirm just as much as we do.” Cole responded before biting lightly at a particularly sensitive spot on Phoebe’s neck. The girl bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning knowing it would only further encourage the boys. She closed her eyes and let them continue for a few minutes until the door cracked open.

Reagan poked her head into the room followed by Harrison, the two had wide smiles suggesting they were going to have fun on their own after they checked on the three youngest. “Being good?” Reagan asked and Harrison nodded as if he had the same question.

“When aren’t we?” Shawn smirked at Reagan earning an eye role in return.

“Just, not too many marks we’re going out later.” Harrison sighed as Cole disconnected his lips from Phoebe’s neck. A few bruises were already forming and Cole gave Harrison and Reagan a sheepish smile.

“Oops?” He laughed lightly. Phoebe took the opportunity of both boys being distracted to try and escape their holds. However she squealed when they pulled her back to them, her falling into Cole’s grasp as Reagan laughed shutting the door.

“There is no escaping us Kitten.” Shawn smiled as he reached for the waistband of Phoebe’s sweatpants to pull them down.

“Now you know to be good bunny.” Cole added.

“Kitten, bunny!” Phoebe three her arms up. “Pick one already, it’s getting to be a big con-” She was cut off by Shawn running his fingers over her, putting extra pressure on her clit.

“What was that Kitten?” Shawn smirked satisfied with Phoebe’s response as Cole’s lips went back to work on her neck.

“N-nothing Shawn.” Phoebe responded letting her head roll on to Cole’s shoulder to hopefully give him more skin to work with.

“Good girl.” Cole smiled as he watched Shawn continue his motions.

“She’s going to be tired for the game now!” Harrison groaned as Reagan pulled him into his room. Reagan pushed Harrison into his mattress and climbed above him, his knees on either side of her waist as she leaned down to kiss him deeply.

“She’ll be fine. She always is.” Reagan responded slipping her hands under his waistband. “Now I want this off. Harrison lifted his hips letting Reagan pull the dry swim trunks off and throw them somewhere on his floor, he’d find them again later. Now he was focused on getting the release he hoped Reagan would let him have.

“Up.” Reagan told Harrison, motioning for him to move up on the mattress. “Not in the mood to tease.” Harrison’s eyes widened as he listened to the girl and slid up further, his head falling on to the pillows. “You’re gonna be good yourself, right?” Reagan double checked as she grabbed a condom out of his bedside draw, everyone always had at least one box. Harrison closed his eyes as he watched Reagan open it before she slid it on to him.

“Reag, please.” Harrison whined shifting his hips towards her, looking for her touch to return. Harrison was about to whine again when he felt her slowly start to sink down on him.

“You sound beautiful, Harrison.” Reagan breathed out as she let him bottom out inside of her, soft moans falling from her lips as well. Harrison let his hand wander to brush up Reagan’s thighs and to her clit, when his thumb brushed over it Reagan moaned and clenched around him. Harrison smiled and continued his actions until Reagan began moving her him, giving both of them the pleasure they had been craving for weeks now. Of course they had sex in the weeks everyone was traveling around but it always felt rushed and hurried, not close and intimate how it was supposed to.

“So do you.” Harrison hummed as he started thrusting up into Reagan as she moved her hips. The two created a rhythm as Reagan leaned down to brush her lips against Harrison, both of them swallowing each other’s moans and whimpers of pleasure. “M’close.” Harrison eventually opened his eyes to look up at Reagan, whose movements were becoming sloopy.

“Come with me Haz.” Reagan mumbled against Harrison’s lips. Harrison nodded and felt her start to clench around him, her moans getting louder and more frequent. Harrison against started to rub his thumb in circles around her swollen clit before he felt Reagan finally let go, her release washing over her. Harrison followed soon after, his body going lax under reagan as she rolled off of him and carefully took the condom off of him before disposing it. Reagan climbed back into the bed next to a tired and satisfied Harrison who wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her into him

“It’s good to be back.” Harrison laughed lightly leaning down to kiss Reagan who returned it with a smile against his lips. A bang from down the hall broke the two apart followed by Phoebe yelling at Shawn and Cole again.

“You sure about that one?” Reagan asked in a joking tone as footsteps got closer to Harrison’s door before passing, presumably someone walking downstairs. The feet paused at the top of the staircase and Phoebe’s angry voice echoed down the hall.

“And neither of you should expect anything from me for the next week!” Reagan had to put a hand over her mouth to hide her laugh while Harrison rolled his eyes, his fingers running through Reagan’s curls as he sighed.

“I give it until tomorrow morning.” Harrison hummed acknowledging Phoebe’s declaration to Cole and Shawn.

“After the game tonight.” Reagan shook her head. “Cole will get some amazing hit and she will not be able to tell him no after an amazing game. Watch him tonight, he knows that too, he’ll be playing extra hard.” Harrison nodded and closed his eyes.

“I bet he will, but for now can we take a nap?” The blue eyed boy asked Reagan. Reagan nodded slowly before pulling a blanket over their naked bodies, the room was starting to feel colder. The two snuggled into each other, drifting off until they knew someone would come wake them up for lunch.

Later that afternoon Brooklynn and Reagan found themselves chatting about their upcoming plans for school inside the box of the Lancaster Jethawks’ Stadium. It was the bottom of the sixth inning and with the score having been four to seven since the third inning they were beginning to lose interest in the game. Reagan was addressing the latest trial she would be attending when the door to the box opened, Shawn and Tom walking in both carrying plates of food.

“Nachos.” Shawn set the large basket down on the outdoor table. “And Hot wings, a dozen medium, dozen spicey, dozen mild, and a half dozen honey barbeque boneless for someone,” Shawn looked over to Phoebe, “who won’t eat bone in ones.”

“There is one type of bone she liked though.” Harrison laughed loudly earning him a middle finger from Phoebe.

“Not original Harrison.” Phoebe commented before Tom set his plates down. “Mozzarella Sticks and the sauces for the wings. Harrison looked offended before Brooklynn walked by, placing a chaste kiss on Harrison’s lips before picking up an empty plate.

“We give you credit for trying though.” Brooklynn commented picking up a few wings.

“You gotta eat something Kitten.” Shawn walked out to the patio of the box and wrapped his arms around Phoebe’s waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Busy.” Phoebe replied lacing her own fingers with Shawn’s.

“Want me to get you something?” Tom asked Phoebe who shrugged. Shawn lifted his head from Phoebe’s shoulder and nodded as Brooklynn sat in one of the chairs near where phoebe was standing. Tom gathered a small plate before setting it on the ledge next to Phoebe and Shawn before he walked over to Brooklynn and sat down in her lap. The girl laughed and adjusted herself so she could still see the game with Tom on her lap.

“He looks cute.” Reagan commeted looking out to where Cole was playing shortstop. “He always look this good playing?” She asked looking to Phoebe. Phoebe’s hard glare at the game broke as her blue eyes flickered over to Reagan.

“Of course he has.” Phoebe smiled. “High School was the best, we were able to play together, always fun.” Everyone in the group knew that the relationship between Phoebe and Cole had existed for a few years now, Shawn joining them after Phoebe earned a summer internship at his label. Eventually Phoebe has wound her way into the relationship blossoming between Harrison, Reagan, Tom and Brooklynn and the other two boys were a package deal. The sound of ball hitting bat caused Phoebe’s head to snap back to the field where she watched Cole field a ground ball before he threw it to first base where his teammate caught it and got the runner out. That was the third out for the inning and Phoebe watched as Cole jogged into the dugout with a smile. She turned in Shawn’s arm with a smile before kissing him gently knowing that Cole was happy with the direction of the game even if his team was down runs.

“You think they can get the runs back?” Brooklynn asked Phoebe who shrugged but nodded shallowly.

“I have hope.” Phoebe picked up her plate and looked around the group for a place to sit. She went to sit in a chair by herself until Harrison opened his arms. Phoebe smiled and sat down on Harrison’s lap as the boy wrapped his arms around her. Shawn pouted at Reagan who rolled her eyes before sitting in his lap, Shawn resting his chin on her shoulder. The group watched and talked waiting for Cole to finally get up to bat again. Phoebe lit up when she saw Cole climb out of the dugout and walk into the ondeck circle where he carefully watched the pitcher. Harrison laughed as Phoebe sat up straighter, his arms tightening around her so she didn’t slip off his lap.

“Easy Pheebs.” Harrison made sure she didn't fall. Phoebe shook her head before moving Harrison’s arms so she could stand up and walk to the edge of the box to watch Cole bat. The batter before Cole got walked to first leaving runners on first and third with no outs.

“You think he has this?” Shawn asked from under Reagan. Phoebe turned around and shot Shawn a glare.

“Shh.” Phoebe told him before turning back to the game where Cole was standing in the batter's box waiting for the first pitch. In all their years of playing together Phoebe could count on both hands the number of times Cole swung at a first pitch and all the times were because they were ‘perfect pitches’. So, when Phoebe watched Cole pull his arms back to load on the first pitch she closed her eyes waiting to hear a strike be called. Instead she heard Cole’s bat hit the ball and he eyes opened to watch the ball fly to the right field corner, dropping behind the right fielder. Phoebe turned to face the others with a wide smile before watching Cole get to third on a stand up triple.

Cole looked to the box he knew everyone was in and smiled blowing a kiss as he took his arm guard off. “Now you’re really gonna owe him.” Brooklynn laughed as Tom held her closer.

“Fine by me.” Phoebe shrugged loving the smile that was on Cole’s face.

Later that night Phoebe was following Cole into the house with a wide smile knowing the boy had just finished one of his most successful games to date. Between five hits and all near perfect plays in the field he was riding a high and Phoebe wasn’t about to rush his mood.

“You showered at the field?” Brooklynn asked as Phoebe, Cole and Shawn entered the house nearly an hour after the others had gotten home.

“I did before press stuff.” Cole shrugged with a smile dropping his bag and cleats by the front door. Reagan watched as Phoebe stood in front of Shawn and Cole bouncing on the balls of her feet, it was nearly midnight but after the game Phoebe was on an energy high.

“Reagan.” Phoebe started but the curly haired girl cut her off.

“You know you don’t have to ask.” Reagan reminded Phoebe. Phoebe just shrugged letting her bag fall to the floor before she looked over to Cole and Shawn.

“I didn’t want to leave anyone hanging down here if I stole them for a little while.” Phoebe looked around the four who were sitting on the small armchair and mini sofa in the living room. Popcorn and other snacks were strewn around the coffee table and Tom smiled and Brooklynn waved the three towards the staircase.

“Go to Shawn’s room.” Brooklynn said with a smile. “It’s the furthest away from down here.” Her answer was met with a few small giggles from Harrison and a high five from Reagan. Phoebe smiled before walking into the living room and hugging everyone and giving them a quick pack before running back to the two other boys.

“Love you guys!” Phoebe called as she ran upstairs ahead of Shawn and Cole disappearing into her room briefly before running to Shawn’s.

“Take care of her.” Harrison spoke giving both boys hugs. Shawn and Cole also said goodnight to the others before reagan grabbed Cole’s shoulder leaning into his ear.

“She’s been a brat the past few days, you know how to fix that don’t you?” Reagan asked Cole. It wasn’t much of a question, but Cole still nodded as he ran a hand through his unruly brown hair.

“Yeah- yeah totally!” He turned red before disappearing up the stairs himself, Shawn not far behind. Shawn heard Phoebe shuffling around his room and he looked to Cole who was waiting outside the door. Shawn raised his eyebrow asking Cole if they should go in.

“I don’t see why not.” Cole shrugged as Shawn reached for the knob to the door. The cool metal hit Shawn’s palm and he hesitated briefly before turning the metal, the door cracking open.

“It’s just us.” Shawn spoke softly letting Phoebe know who was there. The sight that greeted them was one they wouldn’t soon forget. Phoebe was shuffling through one of Shawn’s draws in just a pair of navy blue lace boy shorts and the Jethawks jersey Cole had gotten her with Mendes on the back. He thought of it as her being able to wear a piece of them both to his games and Phoebe adored it.

“Holy Shit.” Shawn mumbled when phoebe turned around with a smile, the matching bra on under the open jersey. Phoebe laughed lightly and walked over to Shawn leaning up to kiss him, her hands running under his shirt to lift the fabric off his frame. “You two teased me for half an hour earlier and I didn’t even get to come.” Phoebe moved to Cole now, doing the same thing she did to Shawn. “I really hope you plan on fixing that.”

Cole swallowed before looking to Shawn who nodded. The next thing Phoebe knew Shawn was lifting her up and placing her on his bed, a squeal passing her lips as her back bet the mattress. Cole pulled his sweat pants off as Shawn did the same, Phoebe leaning up on her elbows to watch the two boys in front of her. Once they boys were just in their boxers they walked back to the mattress, Cole settling in front of Phoebe and Shawn behind her. Cole began kissing along her stomach while Shawn's lips met her neck, the two aiming to spoil the girl. Phoebe whined and squirmed under the boy’s touches but it was no use in her struggling against their strength.

“You’re gonna be good right?” Cole asked Phoebe as he slowly slid her boy shorts down her legs. Shawn worked on getting the jersey and her bra off while Cole went back to kissing along her hip bones.

“Of course!” Phoebe huffed trying to push her hips further into Cole’s touch.

“That wasn't good.” Shawn hummed against her neck as he placed a hand flat on her stomach to hold her hips still. Phoebe took a shaky breath and nodded feeling Cole push her legs open, shivering as the cole air touched her core. Cole moved down to settle between her legs, kissing up and down her thighs while Shawn reached down to tease her clit.

“Just please,” Phoebe couldn’t finish her request when Cole let his tongue swipe through her folds. A broken moan fell past Phoebe’s lips and Shawn laughed against the skin of her neck while his one hand still kept her hips still. Cole continued with his movements, slipping two fingers inside of her while shawn continued to gentl circle her clit.

“Close.” Phoebe breathed out, but neither of the boys slowed their pace determined to make her come, and come hard.

“You gonna come for us Kitten?” Shawn hummed against Phoebe’s neck asking the question for himself and Cole, who was too busy to ask. When Cole’s fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot inside of her Phoebe let out a long moan as she clenched around Cole’s fingers, Shawn still circling her throbbing clit. The boys didn’t stop until Phoebe was whining and trying to pull away from them due to oversensitivity.

“So pretty.” Shawn mumbled as Cole licked his fingers clean. “So pretty and so good.” Phoebe smiled up at Shawn as he shifted them under the blanket to keep them warm. Cole soon joined the pair, wrapping his arm around Phoebe’s waist and dragging his nose along her cheek.

“Thank you.” Phoebe hummed closing her eyes and taking in the boy’s gentle touches. She always loved that, how gentle they were with her even in the times they’re rougher in bed after they were always sweet and gentle.

“Thank you bunny.” Cole responded kissing her temple. “You are always so good for us.” Phoebe nodded and moved her head to Shawn’s chest while he played with her hair. The two boys smiled at each other and kept soothing Phoebe with gentle touches before her breathing evened out.

“Love you too Cole.” It was the first time that Shawn had said the words directly to the other boy, even if ‘love you’s’ had been muttered in the past they were never directed at anyone in particular. However, the past few months had shown Shawn that he loved everyone in the house equally as they were all equal parts of this relationship, it was something special not many people got to experience.

“Love you too Shawn, love you too.” Cole responded before closing his eyes. The boy’s linked their hands together over Phoebe’s stomach falling asleep wrapped in warm blankets and love.

Downstairs Reagan, Brooklynn, Harrison and Tom had managed to make a huge makeshift bed on the floor in front of the television. Mulan was playing as Harrison finished bringing the empty snack bowls into the kitchen and left them on the counter to wash in the morning. It was well past midnight and everyone was growing tired from the day they had. Brooklynn’s head laid on Reagan’s chest as she played with her hair and Tom’s head rested on Brooklynn’s stomach. None were paying much attention to the movie, too engrossed in each other finally being back together after months of chaos. Harrison took a picture and set his phone with the others on the coffee table before sitting down on the makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. Harrison tucked into Reagan’s free side and she smiled running her fingers through his soft hair. Brooklynn and Tom were fighting to stay awake and Reagan hummed quietly to the music that was playing in the movie.

The four laid quietly, dividing their attention between each other and the movie that was on. Fifteen minutes before the credits would play Brooklynn was the first to fall asleep, her hand stilling in Tom’s curls after she mumbled a quiet I love you to everyone, her eyes closing. Tom followed soon after leaving Reagan and Harrison as the last two awake, a position they often found themselves in.

“I love you, all of you.” Harrison smiled up at Reagan who just nodded. He knew that it would take all the forces in the universe to break up what they all had together, and he would never let that happen. “I wasn’t sure about moving Cole and Brooklynn and Shawn in at first honestly, but then I saw just how much we all loved each other and how right they felt and I realized we were missing them all along. Like missing puzzle pieces.” Harrison was getting tired and sappy and Reagan loved that about him. “Then they moved in and just fit, and now I couldn't imagine the house without them, without any of you.”

“We love you too Haz.” Reagan mumbled leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Now get some sleep you and Tom have tapes to work on tomorrow.” Reagan continued playing with his hair until she knew Harrison was asleep before allowing her own eyes too close. Waiting for the adventures tomorrow would hold and the new aspects of life they would continue discovering together.

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